Great Shang Dynasty, Qingli County, Pingyang County, Yipintang.

Jiang Pingzheng, as the banner master of Yipintang, pinched a small flower with a tangled face, picked the petals down, and kept muttering: "Practice, don't practice, practice, don't practice..."

The flowers are pulled until the end, and there is still the last petal left, "Don't practice..."

Jiang Ping didn't give up and tore the last petal in half and muttered: "Practice!" The petals that were torn in half were scattered on the ground, as if giving Jiang Ping confidence.

"Practice and practice! Goldfinger is here, can I still coax it? Jiang Ping slapped his thigh and roared angrily.

"Cough, Master Jiangqi, early in the morning, are you going to sing with your throat raised? And what is a golden finger? Fingers made of gold? The hoarse voice sounded in Jiang Ping's ears, which really startled him.

Jiang Ping jumped to the side, glanced at the middle-aged man who looked like a monkey standing behind him: "Cui Monkey, you are a ghost!" Walking without sound? ”

"Master Jiang Qi, you have wronged me, I am a scout, I practice light body kung fu, if I walk with a sound, I don't know how many times I have died." Cui Monkey defended himself aggrievedly.

"Tsk, you save quickly, just your three-legged cat's light skills, I didn't see your light steps when I ran away!" Jiang Ping retorted with disdain.

"Yes, you are the banner master, what you said is right, if I had the ability of those immortal masters, I would still use it here to eat and wait for death? I've already gone home to ask for a daughter-in-law! Cui Monkey kicked the petals on the ground and said perfunctorily.

"You better find a place to daydream, I still have something to do, let's go first..."Jiang Ping patted the monkey's shoulder and encouraged.

Jiang Ping waved his hand, ignoring the aggrieved Cui Monkey and turned away, seeing Jiang Ping walking away, Cui Monkey smiled and scolded: "Jiang Qi's mouth, it's even more poisonous than his back!" ”

Jiang Ping returned to the room and let out a sigh, it has been sixteen years since he came to this world, and the novelty of rebirth at the beginning has long been gone, in this kind of world dominated by the cultivation of immortals, Jiang Ping feels that he is under a lot of pressure.

People cross with a gold finger or something, Jiang Ping is good, go to the night market and buy a small gourd accessory to cross, just wake up and face his uncle's vegetable sword.

finally escaped, and lived this kind of business of licking blood on the tip of the knife, the so-called Yipintang, which is a gangster at best, and a bandit organization if it is ugly.

Most of the banner masters in Yipintang are first-class masters, and mortal martial arts training is divided into four realms, not entering the stream, entering the product, one product, and practicing qi, and if a mortal practicing martial arts can be promoted to the realm of practicing qi, it means that he has the qualification to enter the immortal gate to cultivate immortals.

The realm of practicing qi is to practice a mouthful of innate true qi, and the heavenly return to the innate after the flesh is the so-called realm of practicing qi, Jiang Ping was fourteen years old when he escaped, and after two years of hard work, he was successfully promoted to the realm of a grade.

Just a few months ago, Jiang Ping was sleeping, and the long-lost little gourd appeared in his dream, leaving a strange visualization map and disappearing again, and the legends Jiang Ping heard about the visualization map are very mysterious.

"Why does the fox scream in the middle of the night, is it the loss of morality or the annihilation of human nature."

"Why do men who practice visualization diagrams run naked in the middle of the night? Is it a madness or a loss of character? ”

Every time he thought of this, Jiang Ping couldn't raise his interest in cultivating the visualization map, but if he didn't practice with the golden finger in front of him, Jiang Ping's heart was like a kitten scratching it, and it was very itchy.

Jiang Ping reluctantly flipped through a large number of ancient books in Yipintang before he found information about the visualization map, which was actually a means used by immortal cultivators to improve their soul and spiritual sense.

There are even some supernatural powers recorded in some visualization diagrams, but those are immortal methods, according to Jiang Ping's understanding, the reason why those people died so weirdly is mostly because they touched the supernatural powers in the visualization diagram.

In addition, people who practice martial arts pay attention to the physical body, not the refining of the soul, if they rashly use the weak soul to comprehend too high supernatural powers, there is only one way to destroy the soul and perish, and some visualization diagrams are simply used to improve the strength of the soul.

Jiang Ping has never dared to bet, the devil knows if this is a gold finger or a copper finger! It wasn't until just now that he made up his mind to cultivate the visualization diagram that came to his door, Jiang Ping sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and didn't see darkness coming.

A picture scroll scroll rolled on the scroll appeared in front of Jiang Ping's eyes, Jiang Ping made up his mind, his mind moved, the scroll slowly unfolded in front of Jiang Ping's eyes, and an old man on the scroll carried a long sword and slashed at a gourd vine.

Jiang Ping was stunned, what is this? Does grandpa chop gourd baby?

The old man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and the long sword in his hand was covered with rust and there was this small gap on the blade, and the gourd vine on the picture scroll seemed to be connected to chaos, and it seemed that the old man and his sword could not be compared with this magnificent gourd vine.

Jiang Ping wanted to retract his mind, but he seemed to be imprisoned in the picture scroll, the old man swung his sword, no matter how ordinary the long sword, without the slightest fancy, a sword swinged, and the long sword easily cut through the great gourd vine that connected the chaos.

The gourd vine slowly slipped down from the rhizome and fell to the ground, the vine fell to the heavens and the earth, the chaos was clear, the old man threw out the long sword in his hand, the heaven and the earth were divided, the yin and yang were distinguished, the clear ones rose, and the turbid ones fell, the old man waved the worn-out long sword and flew back, the old man turned to face the heaven and the earth, and the picture came to an abrupt end.