Qi Xiang was playing with the tortoise shell, and he was also very suspicious......

In his senses, the tortoise shell should have other functions, but when he wanted to study further, he found that the tortoise shell seemed to have a thick diaphragm, blocking him out.

He thought he had cracked the mystery, but he didn't expect it to be just the tip of the iceberg.

After studying for a long time, there is no more gain.

Qi Xiang grabbed his hand, and the tortoise shell disappeared in an instant. He pondered that one day when he was unemployed and had nothing to eat, he could completely change his career to become a magician, and he definitely didn't have to worry about starving to death.

Of course, it is not that there is no gain at all, at least there is a direction to explore. He suddenly thought that when he was on the rooftop, the jade that had mutated ......

Qi Xiang seriously recalled the situation that day, and then hurriedly opened the safe and took out a few jade carvings of good quality. This is his treasure, the stuff at the bottom of the box, and it is expensive.

Suddenly, Qi Xiang's heart moved, and the tortoise shell flashed again. He hesitated, and then slowly brought a few pieces of jade carving closer to the tortoise shell. He was already prepared in his heart, but unexpectedly, after the tortoise shell came into contact with the jade carving, it was safe and sound, and there was no abnormal situation in the slightest.

"What went wrong?" Qi Xiang was stunned for a moment, feeling that this tortoise shell did not play cards according to the routine.

Yesterday, no, it should have been the day before yesterday, and a piece of jade was lost. Now put a few pieces of jade next to it, but it doesn't move, what's this called?

Qi Xiang frowned, and simply closed his hands to let the jade carving and the tortoise shell come into close contact to see if there was any movement. However, he was disappointed by the result, and after a few minutes, he opened his hands and saw that everything was as usual, and there was still nothing unusual.

"Forget it, let's go back and continue researching." Qi Xiang shook his head and sighed, collected the tortoise shell, and put a few pieces of jade carvings back into the safe, and then wanted to climb up.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He glanced around, his gaze fixed on a wall.

"Huh?" Qi Xiang walked quickly, took a closer look, and was shocked to find that the wall was broken, and there was still a space for the wall inside.

"Sandwich the wall...... Qi Xiang breathed shortly, hurriedly moved the broken wall tiles, cleaned up some broken stones, and then unexpectedly saw an iron box.

The tin box is not large, and there is a large copper lock hanging on it. As a result of being in the enclosed space for a long time, a layer of rust spots formed on the surface, and as soon as he picked it up, the rust chips fell with a clatter.

The tin box was a little heavy, and there must be something in the box.

Coming to this conclusion, Qi Xiang is naturally a surprise intersection. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. After careful consideration, I felt that the broken wall should be a masterpiece of tortoiseshell.

He just threw it away, and when the tortoise shell flew out, it seemed to hit the wall......

It stands to reason that his strength should not be great, but the walls have cracked silently, which is also a surprising thing.

Qi Xiang was thoughtful, but more attention was focused on the iron box.

In the hidden basement, there is an even more hidden chest. If there are no secrets in the box, I'm afraid even a three-year-old child won't believe it.

Qi Xiang was a little excited, and after checking the sandwich wall space again, and after making sure that there was nothing else, he left the basement directly with the box, and then turned on the light in the room.

The lights were blazing, and the box dust was clearly visible.

Qi Xiang glanced at the copper lock, only to see that the keyhole had been blocked by patina, and the idea of unlocking it with a key was in vain. Seeing this, he simply went to get a hammer, and then his hand rose and fell, and with a bang, he immediately smashed the lock.

The box opened, and a sullen air immediately permeated.

Qi Xiang stretched out his hand and waved, and couldn't wait to look down.

"What's the situation?" Qi Xiang was stunned for a moment, only to see that there were no gold and silver treasures in the box, only a few books neatly arranged, which inevitably made him feel a little stunned.

Stunned to stunned, but Qi Xiang was still quite happy. Because knowledge is wealth, this sentence is absolutely appropriate when used in ancient books. In the collector's market, the price of ancient books is getting higher and higher year by year.

Especially in some rare and rare books, page gold is not an adjective, but a real fact.

But when Qi Xiang picked up a book and flipped through it, he was disappointed.

This box of books is not a printed copy, but a manuscript.

It is strange to say that in the area of ancient books, everyone's recognition of manuscripts is not as high as that of printed copies.

Could it be that this is a copyright consciousness?

Perhaps in the common people's mind, an unprinted manuscript is not a book. Only those who have published physical books are qualified to be called writers, and they are inherently nobler and have a higher status than those who have not published books.

Qi Xiang pouted and flipped through the manuscript at will.

Judging from the yellowed pages, the manuscript is also very old. The words copied on the paper are very neat and tidy. The handwriting on the page is clear, and there is no stain, which makes it very comfortable to read.

Therefore, Qi Xiang has always believed that any scholar in ancient times traveled to modern times, and he must have exploded all the famous calligraphers in the world. Look at the word "people", this law, this content......

Qi Xiang flipped through for a moment, and his eyes slowly revealed a look of surprise. The manuscripts are all in traditional characters, but for Qi Xiang, there is no difference between them and simplified characters, and he can understand it.

The key is that the content in this book is actually the process of blending incense.

Of course, Hexiang is just incense, and Qi Xiang is not lonely and unheard, so he naturally understands that such a thing as Hexiang is not rare at all. He often purifies the antiques and filth, and worships the incense burned by his ancestors during the New Year's Festival, which is a kind of incense.

In addition, the perfume essences and sesame oils arranged on the dressing table in the mall are veritable fragrances.

However, unlike the Hexiang produced by the modern chemical assembly line, the Hexiang recorded in the book is a purely handmade process, which is very traditional.

However, these are not the point, to Qi Xiang's consternation, the incense in the book does not seem to be simple.

Qi Xiang looked through the pages one by one, and found that not only was the process of making Hexiang abnormal, but also the raw materials required were a little weird. And after the incense is made, its use is even more ...... Unusual.

For example, Qi Xiang now sees a kind of incense, called ...... Fetal polycy?

This practice of fetal incense is very strange and bizarre.

With agarwood, colorful lipid stone, baxin mica as the main material, and then add danpi, cloves, jatamanta, ganoderma lucidum, cinnamon branches and other laying materials, mash into powder, add water into the furnace, repeatedly boil into paste, knead into shape, dry in the shade for incense.

This is a brief description, and there are at least nearly 100 detailed processes to make this kind of incense, which is very complicated.

Qi Xiang reviewed it word by word, agarwood, danpi and the like, he had heard of it, but multicolored lipid stones, baucing mica, what kind of thing is this?

This bit of confusion is nothing, flipping through the back, more bizarre and bizarre things emerge one after another, which also makes Qi Xiang feel that he has been reading books for more than ten years in vain, and in the end he is so ignorant, shameful.

Qi Xiang shook his head, looked at the flowers, and swallowed dates, so that he could be regarded as having finished reading the books in the box. He closed the book and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts, and his three views were a little shaky, reaching the verge of collapse.

He is not stupid, as you can know from some unique terms in the books that these books are obviously not simple incense recipes, they are clearly cultivation secrets...... No, to be exact, it should be a secret to assist in cultivation.

From the pure heart, into the concentration, the one to keep one, the fetal breath, the holding pill, the yin god, the out-of-body, the yang god, and even the final feather into an immortal, there is a corresponding incense.

Become an immortal?

Qi Xiang's eyes were confused, his mind was in a trance, and he fell into a kind of blank state.

If he had seen these books a few days ago, he would have laughed, scoffed, and put them on the shelf.

But now, Qi Xiang is at a loss, and some will be skeptical. After all, compared to Hexiang's description in the book, more bizarre things have already happened to him, what else is there to doubt?

Qi Xiang's heart moved, and the tortoise shell with a colorful and glassy luster appeared on his hand.

The mysterious tortoise shell, as well as the "sleep", the ethereal, majestic and magnificent palace city naturally made the balance in Qi Xiang's heart gradually shift......

"Could it be that there are really gods in the world?" Qi Xiang's confused eyes slowly emitted a scorching light.

What is Immortal?

The mountain of contempt is inhabited by gods and men. The skin is like ice and snow, and it is like a virgin. Do not eat grains, suck wind and drink dew, ride the clouds, fly the dragon, and swim beyond the four seas.

Or ascend to Taiqing, or soar to the sky, or build Xuanzhou, or perch on the paulownia, listen to the joy of Juntian, enjoy the food of Jiuzhi, carry the pine envy in the inverted scene, and enter the banquet in the Yao room.

Climb the void and the scenery, the clouds are covered with neon, the meal is the morning glow, the alcohol essence of Xuanhuang is sucked, the jade liquor is syrup, the food is Cuizhi Zhu Ying, the residence is the Yaotang Precious Room, the line is too clear, cover the ears and hear thousands of miles, close the eyes and see the future.

To put it bluntly, in the impression of the world, the so-called immortals are vast beings, with the same longevity as heaven and earth, with the sun and the moon, immortality, and omnipotent existence.

Thinking of this, Qi Xiang's heart was hot, his blood was boiling, as if he had been electrified, and his soul was trembling.

But after a while, his enthusiasm slowly cooled down.

A cloud of doubts resurfaced in his mind.

If there are really immortals, then where are these immortals? At least in modern society, under the analysis of increasingly developed modern technology, there has never been a trace of immortals.

Anyway, Qi Xiang knows very well that in China's vast and boundless soil, atheism has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods have been defeated, and they are not allowed to become elites after the founding of the People's Republic of China, which has formed a law.

Even if there are some feudal remnants, they can only struggle in the horns, and they are precarious, and they cannot become a climate.

If there were really immortals in the world, would they sit back and watch such a situation happen?

If there are no immortals, then how can the tortoise shell be explained?

For a while, Qi Xiang fell into a tangle, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep all night......