Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

Jiumozhi was stunned for a moment. Jiang Weichen was most famous for his blood-sucking knife and his [Northern Dark Magic Art] that could absorb people's skills.

But now [Northern Dark Demonic Art] is everywhere, and he has a copy in his hands. Given his personality, he would definitely want to practice it, but I heard that it is a fragmented copy and will be suppressed by the original version.

"Amitabha, I heard that Mr. Jiang has the complete copy of the [Northern Sea Divine Art], and I dare to exchange it for this art."

After saying this, Jiumozhi immediately added: "Of course, if Donor Jiang has a more powerful technique, I would be even happier."

Jiang Weichen was slightly stunned. He had already obtained the complete version of [Northern Divine Art] from Li Yuanhao, and Li Yuanhao got it from Li Qiushui. It was not impossible to pass it on to Jiumozhi.

Jiang Weichen’s philosophy is that if you give something to me voluntarily, it is a favor, and he will never pass it on to others without the person’s consent.

But if you don't give it to him and he takes it by force, then that's his ability and whether he tells others about it or not depends on his wishes.

Therefore, Jiang Weichen could pass on the three unique skills of Xiaoyao Sect except for the [Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I Am the Only One] without any burden in his heart.

Although [The Power of Only I in the Eight Desolations and Six Directions] was obtained through his strong interrogation, Jiang Weichen had promised the Child-Father of Tianshan not to pass it on to others, so he would naturally keep his promise.

After a moment of thought, he said, "Ming Wang, although the eight thousand-year-old spiritual herbs you have here are precious, the skills I have here are even more precious.

With the complete version of [Northern Sea Divine Art], one can absorb people's true qi and internal strength to quickly improve to the level of a half-step grandmaster. Steady practice can lead to a breakthrough to the grandmaster level.

[Small Formless Skill] can also break through to the Grandmaster level, and can also keep one young forever. The true energy gained through cultivation is formless and invisible, and can simulate martial arts in the world.

There is also the Shaolin Temple's famous "Yi Jin Jing", which needs no introduction.

The "Shenzu Sutra" brought from India by a high monk hundreds of years ago can also be used to break through to the Grandmaster level. It cultivates the three meridians and seven chakras, and can use poisons to speed up the progress of cultivation.

I also have the [Golden Bell Cover] which I have perfected on my own, with its medicinal bath formula and healing method. I have now cultivated it to the eleventh level of the Golden Bell Cover. When I use it for defense, even a mid-stage Grandmaster would find it difficult to break through it.

These are all Grandmaster-level techniques, each of which is the cornerstone of a sect's inheritance. The value of eight thousand-year-old spiritual herbs is not enough."

Nowadays, there are many deep mountains and old forests, which contain spiritual energy. Although thousand-year-old elixirs are rare, some can still be found.

But his inheritance is all top-notch, and any one of them can serve as the cornerstone of a sect's inheritance.

Jiumozhi's breathing quickened after hearing this. "Divine arts, they are all divine arts. Why does Jiang Weichen have so many of them?" Jiumozhi was filled with envy and hatred.

"Master Jiang, I am the abbot of Dalun Temple and the state teacher of Tubo. I can get a thousand-year-old elixir. Could you please teach me your skills first?"

Chapter 374: Journey to Liao

Jiang Weichen thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Twenty thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in exchange for a Grandmaster-level technique."

Having said this, Jiang Weichen moved and instantly came into the house. He came out soon and handed Jiumozhi a piece of paper with the names of seventeen kinds of spiritual medicines on it.

"Ming Wang, if the spiritual medicine you sent does not overlap with the above spiritual medicine, then one plant can be used as three."

Although some spiritual medicines are rare, they are relatively common, such as the Tianshan Snow Lotus. If he is willing to look for it, with his martial arts skills and ability to fly, he can find a lot of them on the Tianshan Mountains.

What he needed now was variety, not quantity.

Jiumozhi looked at the seventeen kinds of spiritual medicines above and thought secretly in his heart that twenty thousand-year-old spiritual medicines would be a bit difficult to get. The Tubo Kingdom and the sect’s collection did not even have twenty in stock. So he could only exchange for one and still owe a few spiritual medicines.

"Well... benefactor... can you pass them all to me? If I succeed in my cultivation, I can slowly collect the elixirs for you." Jiumozhi wanted every one of them, but he couldn't beat him.

Jiang Weichen sneered, "Ming Wang, these skills are all secret manuals of divine skills. Each one of them can cause endless fighting in the martial arts world, and each one can serve as the foundation for a sect to be passed down from generation to generation.

I am willing to exchange, you have already gotten a great deal. If I didn't need the thousand-year-old elixir, the conditions would not be so simple.

Now, I didn't have the saffron and gentian that you brought as elixirs before, so I'll count six as yours, plus the other six, for a total of twelve.

I traded you one manual today, but you still owe me eight. So if you want to trade for a second manual, you need to pay off the debt for the first manual."

Jiumozhi smiled awkwardly, but he still didn't give up in his heart, because he wanted the magical power so much.

"Donor, I brought two saffron plants and one gentian plant, which should be counted as nine plants. Together with the other five plants, there are fourteen plants in total. We are only missing six plants." Jiumozhi corrected.

Jiang Weichen said, "Okay, for the first transaction, I'll count nine plants as yours. Any duplicates thereafter will only count as one. Now you can choose your cultivation technique. Do you also want to choose the [Northern Sea Divine Art]?"

Jiumozhi was unwilling to accept this, but he was not as strong as Jiang Weichen, so he could only act according to his wishes. "Donor, although this [Northern Sea Divine Art] is good, I already have deep internal strength. Using this art to absorb other people's internal strength may damage my merits.

Moreover, I cannot break through to the Grandmaster level by absorbing other people's internal energy. I don't want my martial arts path to end here.

"Yi Jing Jin is a Shaolin unique skill. I heard that no one in Shaolin Temple has mastered it for hundreds of years. I wonder if I can practice it?"

Jiang Weichen shook his head and said, "You are too obsessed with martial arts, and have committed greed, anger, and delusion. You cannot meet the requirements of practicing the [Yi Jin Jing]. You will not be able to practice the [Yi Jin Jing]."

Jiumozhi felt a pity that he could not practice the martial arts that made Shaolin famous. He asked, "What about the [Shenzu Sutra]?"

"The [Shenzu Sutra] cultivates the three meridians and seven chakras. It has the same system as your Tibetan martial arts, and the requirements are not high. You can also use poisons to quickly improve."

The martial arts systems of Tibet and India are not much different, both of them are based on the three meridians and seven chakras.

Jiumozhi hesitated, then said: "The [Shenzu Sutra] cultivates the three channels and seven chakras. Although it has similarities with my Tibetan martial arts, I already have the martial arts of cultivating the three channels and seven chakras. I still want to develop it comprehensively."

Jiang Weichen looked at Jiumozhi. Xiaozhi was quite talented, but he wanted to develop in all aspects too much, and he didn't integrate his skills and created his own abilities, so in the original novel he ruined himself.

If Duan Yu had not absorbed his power, he might have died from the outburst of power and gone astray.

I only heard Jiumozhi say: "Although the [Golden Bell Cover] is powerful, I prefer offensive tactics and do not like defense.

It seems that the [Small Wuxiang Gong] is the most suitable. It can not only improve strength, but also simulate the martial arts of the world. I choose the [Small Wuxiang Gong].

He possessed the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu techniques, but slowly practicing them one by one was far too slow, and he had only mastered a few. It would be better to choose the [Small Wuxiang Gong], which would both increase his Kung Fu and allow him to simulate the 72 Kung Fu techniques.

[Xiao Wuxiang Gong] operates on the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians, while his own martial arts operates on the three meridians and seven chakras, which just complement each other.

Upon hearing Jiumozhi's choice, Jiang Weichen was slightly stunned. Could it be that it was fate that Jiumozhi would learn the [Small Wuxiang Gong] in the plot?

But that was when he overheard Ding Chunqiu teaching Li Qingluo at Mantuo Villa, and then broke in to steal. He only got seven of the eight scriptures, and the other one was taken away by Ding Chunqiu.

Now Ding Chunqiu has been killed by him, Mantuo Villa no longer exists, and Li Qingluo has moved to Dali.

Jiumozhi had no way of obtaining the [Small Wuxiang Gong], but now he chose to exchange it from himself.

Destiny is indeed unpredictable and changes so much, but Xiaozhi finally got what he deserved.

Seeing Jiang Weichen's expression, Jiumozhi asked with some doubt and uncertainty, "Donor Jiang, could it be that this humble monk of [Small Wuxiang Gong] also cannot meet the requirements for cultivation?"

Jiang Weichen shook his head. Jiumozhi was very talented, so there would be no problem in his ability to master the [Small Wuxiang Gong].

In the original novel, his power increased greatly in a short period of time after practicing, and then he went directly to Shaolin to show off by simulating the seventy-two unique skills.

"Master, can you practice the [Small Wuxiang Gong]? Are you sure you want to exchange it for the [Small Wuxiang Gong]?" Jiang Weichen asked.

Jiumozhi nodded, and Jiang Weichen went back to the house, took out a blank book, and started writing.

Jiumozhi watched excitedly from the side. Every time Jiang Weichen wrote a word, he would look at it. Sometimes he frowned in thought, sometimes he smiled happily. He could hardly control his excited expression.

Jiang Weichen wrote very quickly and finished the secret book in half an hour. When he got it, there were eight copies, but now there is only one.

This does not contain any secret code, unlike the eight books in Mantuo Villa, most of which are encrypted nonsense, and there are actually not that many real cultivation techniques.

He threw the secret book to Jiumozhi and said, "Master, this secret book is yours. Remember that you still owe me six thousand-year-old spiritual herbs."

Jiumozhi excitedly took the secret book, his expression slightly distorted with excitement. After hearing Jiang Weichen's words, he replied: "The little monk is awake, the little monk is awake, hahahaha..."

Jiang Weichen was speechless. This Jiumozhi was truly too obsessed with the secret manual of divine skills. Jiang Weichen reminded him, "Master, the true qi cultivated between different techniques will be incompatible. Master, please be cautious."

In the plot, Jiumozhi did not practice the complete version of [Small Wuxiang Gong]. Now that he has obtained the complete version, Jiang Weichen doesn't know whether he will still have problems.

If there is a problem with his cultivation now, Duan Yu may not be there to absorb his power and prevent him from going astray.

Today, Duan Yu is still a romantic and elegant man who does not know martial arts.

Jiang Weichen did not take away the original secret manuals of [Beiming Divine Art] and [Lingbo Weibu] from the Langhuan Blessed Land in Wuliang Mountain.

However, before Duan Yu could get there, the secret book was obtained by Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Half a year ago, Jiang Weichen went to Dali and found that Duan Yu had not yet learned martial arts and was still resisting learning martial arts.

Jiumozhi was excited for a long time before he gradually calmed down. He put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

Jiang Weichen shook his head and said, "Master, if you still have spiritual herbs in stock, please bring them here for trading. Otherwise, when I have a large collection, you won't be able to buy three plants at once."

Jiumozhi nodded and replied, "Donor, I still have two thousand-year-old magical herbs in Tubo, namely, Coptis chinensis and Musk. These two herbs are not on your note. I will reserve the location of these two herbs first and then send them to you. It will be a perfect match.

I'll discuss the subsequent transactions after I've collected the herbs. Benefactor, do you think this is okay?"

Jiang Weichen nodded. It was just a martial arts secret book, he didn’t care. What was important was that two more thousand-year-old medicinal herbs were added, bringing the total to nineteen.

Jiang Weichen said casually, "Master, if you can find more than twenty kinds of medicinal herbs that I don't have, I can teach you the [Five Animal Exercises]. It's a heavenly-level technique that cultivates both internal and external cultivation, cleansing the marrow and replacing blood."

Jiumozhi's eyes gleamed with excitement as he stared at Jiang Weichen closely. A heavenly-level martial art?

Jiang Weichen reminded him, "Master, there is a huge difference between your and my power. I am already a Grandmaster, and you Tubo cannot afford to offend me, so please calm down."

Jiumozhi quickly put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Amitabha, I have violated the precept of anger again. Please don't blame me, Buddha, and don't blame me, donor."

Although Jiumozhi was restless, Jiang Weichen easily subdued him inside the Tianlong Temple, which made him realize that the gap in strength between the two sides was too great, and he could only exchange, not take by force.

"Donor, I will take my leave now. I will come back to exchange it later."

Jiang Weichen nodded, watched Jiumozhi leave, and then looked towards the direction of Liao Kingdom.

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Thirty miles north of the Liao capital Shangjing, there is a small hill about 100 to 150 feet high, shaped like a steamed bun, in the middle of a plain.

There is a wooden house on the top of the mountain, and the fenced courtyard around the house is covered with wolf skins.

Outside the wooden house, a man with his face painted with horizontal lines, his hair loose and the bronze skin of his arms exposed.

At this moment, he was stroking the wolf skins peeled off from the wolf king.

He practiced the Blood Wolf Fist. For dozens or hundreds of years, he lived with wolves, observed their habits, and understood their bloodthirsty nature.

For dozens or even hundreds of years, he had accompanied countless wolf kings. Whenever they grew old and could no longer serve as kings, he would kill them, peel off their skins and keep them.

Whenever he was upset or in a bad mood, he would stroke the wolf skins and recall the time he spent with them.

In this state, he can always calm down quickly. This is his way of meditating.

This method has always worked well in the past, but recently it has lost its effectiveness.

At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Yuanshan was walking steadily and soon arrived at the courtyard.

"High Priest, I wonder what instructions you have for me." Xiao Yuanshan asked after saluting.

"I've been feeling uneasy lately, fearing a disaster is imminent. I called you here to inquire about your progress in cultivation and to explain some things."

"How could that be? High Priest, you are a mid-stage Grandmaster. Who else in this world can threaten you?"

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked. A mid-stage Grandmaster was already a peak martial artist. Who could make the High Priest feel a sense of crisis?

"Alas!" The high priest sighed and looked towards Bianliang, saying in a leisurely tone, "I shouldn't have joined forces with Murong Longcheng seven years ago."