The head of the young man does not have to be unaware of the immeasurable identity at the beginning. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because the mystical alchemy studied by immeasurable is very different from the traditional Xuanmen magic, although this kind of magic combines the secret techniques of the Xuanmen, in the final analysis, it is actually alchemy.

Alchemy does not need to connect to the human chakras like Xuanmen, nor does it need to use innate aura, so, from the outside, Wuliang is an ordinary human without any magical foundation.

Wuliang claimed that he was obsessed with spells, and if he could not enter the Tantric Sect and become his disciple, he would not be able to turn a blind eye.

Such a resolute attitude impressed Qing Buxu, who introduced him to his disciple and let him learn from the most basic spells.

These basic spells were too simple for Immeasurable, and they were learned by listening to them once in class.

But he never deliberately flaunted in front of his fellow disciples, and he always kept it hidden, and the disciples thought that he was just a mediocre person, and no one in the Tantric Sect looked at him differently.

When the same students are studying hard, the immeasurable who has already learned is really boring.

He wanted to advance to learn more advanced spells, but he couldn't find a way out.

The Matter Conversion Spell needs to be advanced to two more levels, and it can only be accessed by Fuxian Mage who has been promoted to the beginner for more than ten years.

Ten years is not particularly long for him, nor is it too short.

He can wait, he can afford to wait, but the process of waiting is really annoying.

With the help of the elixir, he can live forever, and he will not get sick, his organs will not fail, and he can survive in this world forever, even if the Tantric Sect is lost, he can continue to live.

So spending time here and wasting his life is not an ordeal for him.

The only torment is loneliness.

The need to hide his true origin from everyone means that he cannot have a heart to heart with anyone.

He has no friends in the Tantric Sect, and it should be said that he has never made a real friend in this world since he came into contact with alchemy.

The greatest test of eternal life is solitude.

He sometimes has an urge to tell him all about his experiences.

But in the end, they all had to give up.

If you say it, you will inevitably suffer from the envy and framing of human beings, who are complex and untrustworthy.

If anyone knew that he lived longer than anyone else, there would probably be more people who hated him than those who blessed him.

Just held back, endured, and when I was troubled, I walked alone in the bamboo forest halfway up the hill.

This bamboo forest is deep and silent, and few people come.

The disciples all reject this place, the silence inside is terrifying, and after entering, there will be a sense of loss, as if they are trapped in a different space frozen in time, which makes people uneasy and afraid.

It's acceptable to just wander around the edge of the bamboo forest, but not many people like it when you want to go deep into the eerie interior where even the sunlight is hard to find.

There, even those who knew it were silent.

He is the only one who is abnormal, and almost every afternoon he regularly goes for a walk in the bamboo forest center.

Some people have said that there are many poisonous snakes in it, and if you are not careful, you will step on it in the pile of fallen leaves.

Some poisonous snakes are extremely poisonous, and after being bitten, some disciples died violently before they had time to perform spell treatment.

This is not a legend, several corpses are brought out of it every year.

Even the head of the house advised everyone not to go to the bamboo forest if they were fine.

However, having said that, the head of the house did not forcibly block the bamboo forest.

Wuliang thought to himself, this was clearly malicious to seduce people like him.

He is the kind of person who forbids something, the more he wants to know more. Those who were bitten to death by poisonous snakes are estimated to be of the same character as Wuliang.

Walking on the thick bamboo leaves, straw sandals make a strange sound when they crush the leaves.

This collocation is still a mystery to Wuliang, the monk's robe is clearly made of silk, the color is low-key, in fact, it is extremely luxurious, and it is very valuable, but it is matched with a pair of simple straw sandals, which makes people puzzled.

A cold wind blew in his face, blowing his black robes and dancing.

The Tantric Sect is based on black, believing that in yin and yang, black is stronger than white;

The teachings of Tantra are that white is born from black, and once the "white" side becomes strong, black will devour a part of the white and maintain the balance of the world.

Wuliang felt that this kind of doctrine was too biased and was not the correct solution of yin and yang, and the balance of yin and yang in his mind was black and white, interdependent and contending with each other, no one was stronger than whom, and he couldn't tell who gave birth to whom.

And there is an indelible prejudice against the dialogue of the Tantric Sect, probably because of the betrayal of their founder, the Patriarch Iwato.

When Patriarch Yantuo founded the sect, he used white as the pope, and since Yantuo was driven down the mountain, white has become the most taboo color in the Tantric Sect;

In the Tantric Sect, even the books are written in white on a black background, and even the plates and sheets used by the disciples are all black, and the walls are all covered with wooden boards, or simply painted with black paint, in short, there is not a single white wall in such a large building;

White flowers are not planted in the yard, and when a white crane is stationed, it will be considered a bad thing.

In addition to the morning mist and clouds that cannot be changed, they try to turn the things around them black as much as possible, and even the tofu they eat is made black by adding sesame seeds.

It can be seen how distorted the Tantric Sect's aversion to white is.

To see white is sometimes a luxury.

It was such a long-lost snow white, and suddenly broke into the immeasurable field of vision.

He held his breath and stared intently at the small white snake hovering down on the emerald green bamboo in front of him.

Its whiteness makes people move, better than snow, better than jade, white flawless, white makes people's hearts tremble.

About two fingers in size, with a slender body and graceful movements like musical notes, he climbed down around the green bamboo, and from time to time spit out scarlet snake hyacinths, making a very threatening hissing sound.

It seems that it has also noticed the immeasurable presence, suggesting that he should not disturb its actions.

Immeasurable saw it crawl all the way to the ground, towards his feet.

His heart accelerated, whether he should run or stop, he could not make a judgment for a while.

There may be more than one snake in the forest, and if you run around, you may step on other snakes, so it is better to stay still and wait for the changes.

I wish the snake would be stupid and take him around like a black bamboo.

But the idea of immeasurable is too naïve.

The white snake climbed up his ankles along his straw sandals.

He felt the pain in the snake's calf as it tightened his calf, and frowned, regretting why he had left it motionless to get closer.

A tiny white snake circled around his waist and peeked out through the crack in his robe, along the back of his pure black robe, all the way to the back of his head.

Suddenly, he heard the white snake scream violently, and then opened its sharp teeth to bite his neck.

Wuliang closed his eyes instantly, thinking that he couldn't hide, and what was even more strange was that he actually had a sense of relief, if he was bitten to death by a snake, maybe he could end his lonely life.

Instead of creating happiness for him, alchemy made him an object of isolation from the world, and he lost the right to live a normal life.

He wanted to die for a long time.

What's more, it is not a waste to die under the teeth of such a beautiful little snake.

A creaking sound in my ears.

Immeasurably turned his head in astonishment.

The white snake was biting a huge black spider in its mouth, and it was swallowing it.

Immeasurably reacted, the target of this white snake was not him, but the poisonous spider that fell on his shoulder at some point and waited for an opportunity.