The six stones on the ground that Mr. Zhao had previously placed into the grooves have now been broken into many small stones.
Looking at Mr. Zhao's body sitting cross-legged, Shen Luo poked it with his little hand.
His body fell to the ground face to face. It seemed that Mr. Zhao was really dead.
Shen Luo stared at the mummy and thought for a while.
Suddenly he strode towards the mummy and groped for the clothes on his corpse.
I found a book, and that book was the book that Mr. Zhao had often read before.
"Fire-loving Demonic Skill."
Shen Luo opened the first page of the book cover and saw these words written on it, and he muttered these words.
This seems to be a magic technique. Why do you say that? Because it has a magic word on it.
So he held the book and lay on Mr. Zhao's chair, reading it with relish.
This book contains some cultivation formulas, which are the formulas that Mr. Zhao taught him and asked him to practice.
Unexpectedly, these formulas all come from this place. The formulas are recorded in the previous part of this book.
This second half records some spells. Seeing the formulas in these spells, Shen Luo suddenly felt like a poor man.
Then the feeling of getting rich overnight is hard to describe, just like a dream.
He didn't expect this immortal cultivator to be able to practice magic, so he watched every word with joy.
The meanings of these spell formulas were obscure and difficult to understand, and he couldn't understand them for a while.
But it's okay, without the threat of Mr. Zhao, the days to come will be long.
Take your time and don't be in a hurry. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
Suddenly he closed the book and lay on the master's chair to think.
Ever since I learned about the immortal cultivators from Mr. Zhao.
A world appeared in front of Shen Luo that he had never dared to imagine.
A road he had never dared to dream of was now spread out at his feet.
Knowing that he could also become an immortal cultivator, how could he not help but pursue his dreams?
Now let him continue to stay where mortals are, and live the life of ordinary people from sunset to sunrise every day, to suffer the pain of birth, old age, illness and death.
It is no longer realistic. He still clearly realizes that all this is just a passing smoke in the blink of an eye.
No matter who lives in the world for decades, he will eventually turn into a pile of loess.
As the saying goes, time is ruthless. If one has the opportunity to cultivate immortality, pursuing the path of immortality is probably an individual choice.
Compared with achieving immortality and immortality, the glory and wealth in the world are nothing worth mentioning.
Shen Luo looked at the beams on the roof, lost in thought.
It becomes clearer and clearer what I want.
His confused eyes became firm, and he stood up from the Taishi chair.
Another key was found on Mr. Zhao's body, which was the key to his bedroom door.
He was convinced that if the other party dared to seize his body, he must have thought about his cultivation after seizing his body.
Now Shen Luo has been stuck in the third level. Without the help of Qi Gathering Powder, he would not be able to break through.
After opening the door, I started rummaging through the boxes in the room.
After a while, a bunch of things were placed on the table in Mr. Zhao's room.
These things are all trophies he collected, two bottles of Qi Gathering Powder.
A sword with an unknown name, a cloth bag, a medicinal book, and a bottle of corpse powder.
Shen Luo held the cloth bag in his hand. This cloth bag was particularly heavy.
There is a lot of gold and silver in it, no wonder it is extremely heavy.
You must know that gold is a rare thing. A piece of gold is enough to feed and clothe an ordinary family for half a lifetime.
These things really made Shen Luo's mouth water.
It took him a long time to shake his head and wake up from the temptation of money.
Although he doesn't really need the money, he can leave it to his parents.
Then he walked out of the room and looked at Mr. Zhao's body, and he had an idea in his mind.
He moved Mr. Zhao's body into the secret room, then took out corpse powder and sprinkled it on it.
The powder reacted as soon as it came into contact with his body.
His body was rapidly dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A strong stench emanated, making Shen Luo feel particularly nauseous.
He walked out of the secret room and sealed the door.
Some time later, Shen Luo cleaned the entire room in order to handle the aftermath smoothly.
Those grooves and broken stones were all buried by him in the valley and woods.
After a whole day of back and forth, it was already evening when I was so busy and exhausted.
The sun sets over the western mountains, and the sun's afterglow falls like blood on the valley.
Shen Luo stood in the room and looked around.
After finding that there was nothing missing, he patted his butt and left.
Shen Luo did not return to the secret room behind the waterfall, but came to his own stone house.
He fell down on his bed and fell asleep.
In the next few days, he kept thinking and trying to imitate Mr. Zhao's notes.
In order to deceive others, he had to imitate Mr. Zhao's handwriting and write a letter to the senior leaders of the sect.
In the name of Mr. Zhao, he said that he was old and wanted to go back to his hometown to take care of himself and would not come back again.
In the letter, he unceremoniously borrowed Mr. Zhao's tone, claiming that he had inherited all of Mr. Zhao's medical skills and could now work as a doctor to treat others' injuries.
After handing over the letter, the elders in charge obviously had no doubts at all.
He was invited back by the previous sect leader, and he just held the position of elder in the sect.
Moreover, the other party also said that he wanted to return to his hometown to take care of himself. It is human nature to return to his roots after falling leaves, so why not allow it?
But I still somewhat believed what the letter said that Shen Luo had inherited all of Mr. Zhao's medical skills.
After all, many disciples were injured in the previous fight between the Black Qiong Sect and the Black Hand Gang, and it was he who relied on his medical skills to heal them.
For this reason, the senior leaders of the sect made it clear that they were willing to let Shen Luo take over Mr. Zhao's work and enjoy all Mr. Zhao's original benefits.
Of course, the title of elder cannot be given to him yet because he is too young.
Although he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he really could not convince the other elders. After all, it was not yet time.
However, his monthly salary is paid to him according to the standards of the elders.
Finally, he said that if there is any dissatisfaction, just raise it in person and they will handle it as appropriate.
In this way, he fell from a young disciple and became the owner of Wuhui Valley.
Although he is the only one in this valley and he is a polished commander, at least he has a false reputation.
The happiest among them is Hall Master Wang, as his nominal "uncle".
Ever since he took charge of Wuhui Valley, Hall Master Wang's face blossomed when he met people, and he said with a cheerful smile: "Do you know Master Shen Valley, Dr. Shen?"
"That's my nephew, you know? He's only seventeen years old, he's awesome!"
Shen Luo was left speechless. He couldn't keep a low profile even if he wanted to.
