How long has it been since you last leisurely read a book?

Not for the knowledge it can bring you, not to avoid doing something.

Just for the language in the book, to find a quiet afternoon, a rattan chair, a cup of good or bad tea, a moment of leisure in the busy day, without worrying about life, without being bothered by social interactions, only focusing on the content of the words.

Creak--

The wooden door was pushed open, and a lot of dust fell in the narrow room.

The dust rose and fell, and Zhai Yanjun covered his mouth and nose, frowning as he looked at this small room. After the old man passed away, he didn't leave much behind, only this room full of books. With a glimmer of hope, he searched through them, but couldn't find anything valuable like checks or bankbooks.

Zhai Yanjun sat on the narrow sofa, feeling surrounded by books, and sighed.

What's the use of these books?!

It would be better if this room had some value.

He wasn't very happy about it and looked at the books, which were all ordinary old books.

Most of them were bought by the deceased elderly in these years. They were printed books, not worth much, and even some of them were handwritten. Zhai Yanjun picked up one, and only the word "transmission" remained on the cover. When he opened it, there were also missing words and incomplete sentences.

He searched for the remaining content and found "The Immortal Biography" by Ge Hong from the Jin Dynasty. However, the word "immortal" was completely missing from the book, as if it had never existed, while the other words, although yellowed, were all there.

He found some other handwritten books, and without exception, the word "immortal" was missing.

Zhai Yanjun didn't pay much attention to it, but was worried about what to do with the books in the room.

These books were too old and useless to him. There are newer and better versions now, and most people have already gotten used to reading e-books. After entering society, fewer and fewer people read physical books, let alone these old books.

He thought about selling them, so he called someone who buys old books and asked him to come and weigh the books.

But that person had a sharp eye and after flipping through them, he picked out all the handwritten books with missing words and refused to buy them. He casually said, "I sell books on a stall. These handwritten books with missing pages and words will only cause trouble if I sell them. You might as well try those places that specialize in collecting old things, maybe they'll take them, or just keep them in storage."

The book collector rode away on a tricycle, leaving Zhai Yanjun with a headache.

A place that collects old things?

He thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a private folk museum in the local old city area that had paid for old items a few years ago.

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Wei Yuan took the elixir and under its effect, the evil energy in his internal organs was slowly drawn out. After half a month of recuperation in the Ghost Domain of Liu Village, the injuries he sustained from fighting the Ghost King were finally healed.

It cost him a total of ten merit points.

In the past, the merit points he earned from slaying demons and monsters might not have been enough to heal such a troublesome injury.

But ordinary ghosts and monsters couldn't cause him such a difficult injury now.

Wei Yuan used three cans of ice cola to lure the ghosts out of the inner room, then closed the doors and windows, took out a yellow talisman and pasted it in the four directions, sat on the prepared cushion, and began to breathe and operate the Lying Tiger Decision. This unique technique, passed down by the Chief Military Officer, circulated through his limbs and bones, gradually reaching perfection.

Words appeared in Wei Yuan's mind.

It cost him thirty merit points to gain a deeper understanding of the breakthrough of the Lying Tiger Decision.

In an instant, the thirty merit points dissipated, and in response, the Lying Tiger Waist Badge faintly lit up. Then, a talisman-like existence flew from the waist badge into Wei Yuan's spiritual platform. The circulation route of the Lying Tiger Decision changed, becoming more complex and versatile, and approaching perfection. Wei Yuan closed his eyes and comprehended the experience left by his predecessors in the waist badge.

Wei Yuan's current cultivation level was only equivalent to the Chief Military Officer who commanded twelve hundred subordinates during the Han Wu period. At most, he could be considered one of the elites. Once he broke through, he would be able to hold an official position, be called a demon hunter, travel throughout Shen Zhou, and capture demons and ghosts.

The experience gained from the thirty merit points guided the flow of his mana.

And he pondered and focused, trying his best to remember this higher level of technique.

He didn't know how long had passed when the talisman obtained through the merit points slowly dissipated, but Wei Yuan didn't notice. He was only focused on the circulation of his internal technique. Gradually, the Lying Tiger Decision became more and more proficient. Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, as if a fierce tiger was roaring in his ears. His consciousness buzzed and seemed to spread out.

When he slowly regained his senses, the Lying Tiger Decision in his body had completely stabilized at this level and could flow naturally.

An invisible aura emanated from him.

If he were wearing ancient wide-sleeved robes, at this moment, when the sleeves fluttered, his black hair would rise.

But in this era, there was no such phenomenon.

Only the flow of mana behind him, faintly resembling a colorful tiger roaring, then dissipated.

Wei Yuan practiced the technique several more times before opening his eyes, clenching his fist. He didn't feel a sudden increase in strength after breaking through, unlike the dark path where one pays a certain price to gain extraordinary mana. The essence of the righteous path technique was to strengthen oneself with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and this process inevitably required time. The improvement of the technique only meant that more spiritual energy could be mobilized, making the transformation of the body faster and the limit higher.

In addition, it allowed for further use of mana.

Externally, it meant being able to infuse mana into a sword, allowing ordinary iron and wooden objects to harm ghosts and monsters.

And it also enhanced the effect of the spirit infusion technique.Wei Yuan planned to use the remaining merits to explore the major battlefields recorded on the lying tiger waist badge once he became more proficient in his techniques. Each generation of lying tigers would record their formidable enemies and noteworthy demons on the badge through the Moon Dew Shadow technique, allowing future generations to hone their skills.

The key was the inheritance of experience, to prevent a lying tiger from being caught off guard when facing certain demons.

This would prevent the title, passed down for over a thousand years, from being ruined by a successor.

As for the coveted Thunder Method, the required merits were too high. Unless Wei Yuan gave up improving the lying tiger technique and healing his injuries, he couldn't even afford the basic Thunder Method. For now, he had to put it aside. However, the Thunder Method was passed down by Zhang Daoling, which gave Wei Yuan the illusion of shearing a sheep he had caught.

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Zhao Gongming, the Thunder God in the history of Taoism, also known as the Marshal of the Mysterious Altar.

The Mysterious Altar referred to his role in guarding the alchemy furnace for Zhang Daoling during his alchemy practice.

Ever since Wei Yuan learned this story from the "Taoist Canon", he found it hard to look directly at the Marshal of the Mysterious Altar. He felt that this high-ranking title was somewhat similar to a certain curtain-lifting general.

He let out a sigh.

Wei Yuan wielded the eight-sided Han sword and performed a set of sword techniques. His magical power flowed freely, much smoother than before.

As his enthusiasm grew, his sword movements became more urgent, and the sound of breaking through the air was like thunder.

The sword light was cold, like a cluster of falling snow.

Suddenly, the magical power on the sword began to flow.

A sword aura slashed through.

The cracking sound made Wei Yuan stop his sword dance.

He looked down.

A dark crack had appeared on the small refrigerator, sparks were flying out, and smoke was rising. Wei Yuan opened his mouth in surprise. The sword aura had just lifted the yellow talisman on the door, and the ghosts outside heard the noise and poked their heads out from the door. They saw Wei Yuan, his face calm, slowly sheathing his sword.

And the completely broken refrigerator.

Water Ghost: "............"

He fell to the ground, his mouth agape.

"Wahhhhhhh..."

A ghostly wail.

……………………

Wei Yuan swore to find someone to fix the refrigerator the next day.

If it couldn't be fixed, he would buy a bigger one.

And with the price of three bottles of iced cola and a bowl of top-quality instant noodles with meat and eggs for each ghost, Wei Yuan, the captain of the guard, successfully reached a consensus with the three ghosts. He ruthlessly vetoed Red Embroidered Shoes' plan to play the song "Wedding Dress" at three in the morning, slapped two layers of yellow talismans on the gloating Iron Scissors, and once again maintained the peace of the museum.

Congratulations, congratulations.

After finally getting rid of these ghosts, Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Looking outside, it was already night. He ate something casually, practiced his techniques several times, and finally suppressed the joy brought by the breakthrough of the technique, then washed up and rested.

But this time, the breakthrough of the lying tiger technique didn't give him a good night's sleep.

He had that dream again.

The Taoist temple in the wilderness, the ground was like a land dyed red with blood.

The difference was that this time, Wei Yuan was standing in the Taoist temple, drawing his sword and looking around in confusion. With a fierce tiger roar, the threshold of the Taoist temple turned into sharp white teeth, and the high and empty interior turned into a crimson mouth. The Taoist temple shrouded in the dream, like the head of a fierce tiger, bit down hard.

Wei Yuan only had time to grip his long sword tightly and slash horizontally.

Then he was swallowed and bitten.

………………

"Ah!!!"

Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes due to the nightmare, panting heavily.

His breathing was rapid, and it took him a long time to calm down.

It was that dream again.

The dream was long, although it seemed simple, a whole night had passed.

Wei Yuan had no more sleepiness and prepared to get up. He was slightly stunned to see that the sword that should have been hanging on the wall was now by his side. The sword was out of its sheath, and a thin stream of fresh blood was slowly flowing down the well-maintained blade.

The killing intent on the sword was still there, firmly protecting its master.

This dream, and the change in the sword in his hand, left Wei Yuan unable to explain.

So he thought for a moment and knocked on the door of the flower shop across the street.

Although they were friends, there were still some things he didn't feel comfortable telling Zhang Hao and Zhou Yi. But for the heavenly maiden, who knew his hidden identity, this concern didn't exist. Although she was injured, her strength and understanding were above his own, and she could certainly provide more direct and effective advice.

Wei Yuan told the heavenly maiden what he had seen in his dream.

The girl thought for a while with her right hand propping up her cheek, then pointed to the sofa next to her.

"You sleep now, and I'll watch."

PS: Today's second update……