It's over, it's over, it's over.

Wu Wan was lying on the wooden board with his hands folded on his chest and his face was very peaceful.

It’s all false, it’s all false, it’s all false, it doesn’t exist, it’s full of fallacies!

The theories of cultivation that I have mastered actually come from an old guy who got stuck on the path of cultivation after entering the Immortal Realm at the beginning!

Isn't this a lie?

Isn’t this a cultivation scam?

The book "Qingmu Leifa·Sanxian Taoist Commentary" that Suqing bought in exchange for it at the Beiye market was regarded as a heavenly book;

It was the work of his enlightenment as a monk. Even when he performed the Aoki Thunder Method later, he would call him Sanxian Taoist.

When he thought of this, Wu Wan felt uncomfortable all over and moved around on the wooden board.

Later, he also collected a complete set of Taoist Sanxian's writings in the human realm, from elementary formations to new knowledge of elixirs, from elementary weapon refining to the cultivation of spiritual herbs.

Wu Wan finally understood why there was no introduction to Taoist Sanxian's life in any books.

He always thought this was a deceased old god!

No, it’s the old artist Dahuang!

But today, when this Taoist Sanxian sat on the wooden board not far from him...

What is this old man doing?

Wu Wan turned his head and frowned, and saw the old Tao floating on the wooden board next door, humming a tune leisurely and writing on his bundle of books with a pen dipped in sea water.

The old Taoist raised his head, glanced at Wu Wan, and said with a smile:

"Young hero, don't worry, Pindao will sign them for you one by one. I am really serious about collecting such a comprehensive collection of works by Pindao.

I haven’t written for a long time, I’m rusty, and I laugh every time I see it.”

Wu Wan:......

Lin Suqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the other end of the board, felt her shoulders tremble and almost laughed.

Wu opened his mouth in vain, and gall almost came out of his throat.

The education he received in his previous life told him that he should not attack this old man who was already dying and exuding a little aura of old age just because of such a thing.

But not cursing is already the last tenderness of the young master.

He raised his hand, and a ray of fairy light enveloped the wooden plank, dragging him and Lin Suqing towards the north at a rapid speed.

"Hey! Young hero! You haven't got the autographed scripture by Pindao yet!"

The Sanxian Taoist shouted, fumbled for a 'bamboo dragonfly' in his sleeve, and gently threw it up. The object stuck directly behind the wooden board.

The next moment, the bamboo dragonfly stirred up water splashes three feet high, and the wooden plank rode the wind and waves, chasing it northward.

The old Taoist repeatedly let out strange screams of "woohoo", his long gray hair swayed wildly in the wind, and his thin old face was full of divine light.

After a while, Wu Wan was actually chased by this old Taoist...

"Young hero! You haven't got your book yet!"

"No more!"

"Hahahaha! Why is the young hero so rude!"

Wu Wan sat up and stared at the old Taoist, and suddenly his eyes fell on the bamboo dragonfly behind the wooden board.

propeller?

Wu Wan was slightly startled in his heart and secretly looked at the old man.

If this thing was made by him, an old wanderer from Blue Star, then of course there is nothing to say, he is an old plagiarist.

But this thing actually came from the hands of an old man from the wilderness...

has a problem?

Wu Wan frowned, making the fairy light around the wooden board dim;

At this moment, he is just a spiritual cultivator in the Yuanxian Realm, deliberately letting his aura become turbid to show his ordinaryness.

Soon, the two wooden boards slowly stopped, and a black line on the horizon could be seen with the naked eye.

Wu Wan stared at the movements of the old Taoist and watched as the other party raised his hand and the 'bamboo dragonfly' flew from behind the wooden board and landed in the hands of the old Taoist.

Taoist Sanxian narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said warmly: "Young hero, your book."

"Can you let me have a look at this precious Taoist priest?"

"Naturally," Taoist Sanxian transformed the bamboo dragonfly into the size of a palm, placed it on top of the [Signed Scriptures], wrapped it with magic power, and pushed it to Wu Wan.

Wu Wang calmly put away these books, then picked up the magic weapon, looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

This object just looks like a 'bamboo dragonfly'. It is wrapped in copper skin on the outside, but inside it has a series of mechanisms the size of rice grains.

Lin Suqing came up curiously and looked at it carefully, but couldn't see anything special about it.

The old Taoist Fu Xu chuckled softly and said warmly: "Take it if you like it. I don't have a long life. It's rare to meet a kid like you who is so obsessed with the writings of a poor Taoist.

It is enough to have a close friend in life, what else does a poor person want?"

Wu Wu said calmly: "Senior, how did you make this thing?"

"Oh hehehe."

Taoist Sanxian held his beard and chuckled, his eyes full of smiles, "Pindao calls himself Sanxian, which refers to his pioneering innovations in books, weapon refining, and formations."

Wu Wang pinched the 'bamboo dragonfly' with his fingers and said calmly: "That must be the third new Taoist priest."

"Hey, new sounds have the same salary, and the fire of the human realm is passed down from generation to generation. The three human emperors are also called the guardians of the fire, and the poor call themselves the three new ones. Isn't that an insult to the sages?"

Sanxian Taoist smiled and said: "That's why Pindao's Taoist name today is Sanxian."

"Senior, can you tell me how this thing was made?"

"Are you asking about the refining method inside, or about the forward thrust generated by the rotation of the iron pieces?"

Wu Wang asked: "Where does the latter come from?"

Taoist Sanxian made a gesture to signal Wu Wang to be calm and calm.

He groped in his wide sleeves for a while and took out a paper pinwheel used by ordinary children to play with.

Then, the Taoist said slowly in a persuasive tone:

"Come on, let's look here. This is a windmill that is common at temple fairs. Blow on it like this, and...

Look, isn't it amazing? It starts spinning."

Veins popped up on the back of Wu Wan's hands, and he tried hard to maintain an elegant smile on his lips.

The old Taoist began to talk eloquently, explaining how the windmill rotated and swayed, and taught Wu Wan how to draw inferences from one example and think in reverse.

"Pindao was thinking, if this windmill spins by itself, would it be able to generate forward and backward wind?"

While speaking, the old Taoist took out a paper book without a cover from his sleeve and handed it to Wu Wang.

Wu Wan opened it and took a few glances. Inside it was Taoist Sanxian's thinking process.

From an ordinary paper pinwheel that was originally painted with charms and used for prayer, to a study of the formation sails of merchant ships in the human domain, there is even a sketch of a new propeller ship drawn by this veteran.

The more Wu Wang looked at it, the more he felt that this old man...

He was reincarnated into the wrong world and era.

Lin Suqing asked from the side: "Senior, this thing looks quite magical, why have we not seen such a treasure in the human realm?"

"Actually, Pindao made dozens of them," Taoist Sanxian looked a little gloomy and said with a smile, "but they were only distributed to some friends. They were also sent to Tiangong Pavilion before, but they were turned away."

Lin Suqing asked: "Is it because your cultivation level is not high, senior?"

"This has nothing to do with cultivation," Taoist Sanxian sighed, "In fact, it has something to do with cultivation."

Lin Suqing was a little confused.

Wu Wan closed the book and said seriously:

"The Taoist Master said it has nothing to do with cultivation level. He means that the Human Realm Tiangong Pavilion does not look at the level of cultivation level of the monks, but rather looks at the other person's understanding of the art of weapon refining.

But the Taoist priest also said that it has something to do with cultivation, because cultivation limits the Taoist priest's vision.

The Taoist priest felt that this object was a breakthrough treasure, but he ignored the high-level immortals' own escape speed and the high-level magic weapons they could refine.

In other words, although the Taoist Master’s treasure is exquisitely conceived, it is of little use to monks above the Yuanxian Realm.”

Taoist Sanxian gave Wu Wan a thumbs up and praised: "Young hero is really insightful. He can see the disadvantages of this thing at a glance."

Lin Suqing also showed a little surprise on her face.

Taoist Sanxian sighed softly, sat on the wooden board and looked at the land to the north, and said slowly:

"I have been busy for half my life and have made many novel gadgets, but they are of no great use.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t mention it, it doesn’t matter if you don’t mention it.
To be continued...