Chapter 37 Totem Sutra

After nine lines of luck, he said to Su Han, "Touch the needle."

Su Han stretched out his hand and gently twisted the needle with his middle finger and thumb. Suddenly, he felt a stream of heat and poured into his body: "The energy has been concentrated."

"by the way, this method must be carefully thought out to handle it properly, otherwise it will always be a little worse. I can almost condense a lot of energy into nine points now to ensure that I won't lose a single point. Unfortunately, I don't like cultivation. If I can practice to Jin Dan, I can become a hermit with this technique. Jiuwen is a person in the tattoo, and he can more or less practice, but he practiced when he was still young. He successfully built the foundation early, but he has never practiced in the future.

Su Han asked, "What is the realm of the ancestor?"

"Condensation of Yuanying."

Su Han almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. The world's aura is thin, and it takes a long time and perseverance to reach Yuanying.

Su Han's expression came to Jiuwen's eyes and thought that he looked down on the cultivation of Wenmen. He said honestly, "Xiaohan, to be honest, Wenmen was not aimed at ancient tattoos at the beginning, but for fighting. The fourth generation of seniors of Wenmen are the highest cultivation. I heard that they have reached the peak of Yuanying. You can become a fairy in heaven at any time.

Su Han rolled his eyes again. It turned out that the past of the tattoo was so brilliant that he secretly grabbed the needle and began to instill energy into it. He thought that if he practiced again and reached the realm of incarnation, it would not be impossible to return to the previous world of cultivation.

I didn't expect that there have been such sharp practitioners in this world.

It's easy to say. Nine curves and eighteen bends are a special technique of tattoos. When mastering them, Su Han has no need to grasp the essentials. No matter how he controls the force, he can only ensure that one point of energy is not lax.

"Haha! That's good. It's not easy for you to do this on your first day of practice. How does Jiuwen look at Su Han now? How pleasing it is? It's even a little like an old father-in-law looking at his son-in-law. The more he looks at it, the more comfortable he is.

Su Han practiced several times again, but still couldn't practice well: "Alas! This technique is really not a one-day achievement, and it still needs to be practiced slowly.

"Yes, if you understand the ancestors' things in a day, then the ancestors' methods will be worthless."

Hey, Su Han smiled and said, "Ah, we have been chatting for so long that we have forgotten Manzi."

No, the three of them entered the room, and the two of them chatted, but they ignored the girl who came together.

Su Han turned his head and looked at it. In the corner, he saw Man Hua looking at a pattern.

But at a glance, it was almost scared. A blood mist in front of Manhua slowly sent it into the pattern.

And Manhua's whole body has floated. If it is a little later, no one can guarantee what will happen.

"Manhua." Su Han rushed over in surprise and patted the blood fog with one hand.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his palm touched the blood mist in front of Manhua's body, Su Han's hand burned like fire. His fingers were full of bean-sized blisters, and invisibly there was a powerful force, which completely pushed Su Han away and shook his head.

"Uncle Jiu, what's going on?"

Jiuwen patted his forehead and was also anxious: "Oh, I forgot the ancestral training. This pattern has been passed down. There is a rule that any virgin can't stand in front of him."

Ah? Why don't you remind Manhua?"

"Bah! I thought she was not a virgin, but I didn't expect that you look very open. Why are you so conservative? You don't believe in Christianity and oppose marriage, right?

Su Han was about to cry, and Manhua seemed to be sucked into a mummy immediately. Are you always joking? What a big heart.

Jiu Wen comforted Su Han and said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong. I can ask my grandfather."

After saying that, Jiuwen slowly walked to the pattern and knelt in front of the pattern.

Su Han wanted to see what the picture was, but the surface was so hazy that he couldn't see what was drawn at all.

"What exactly is this pattern? So mysterious."

At the moment when Jiuwen knelt down, suddenly the blood fog collected inside, involving Manhua to rise an inch and two inches forward, as if he really wanted to swallow Manhua.

"The ancestor is on the top, and this is the woman who is the heir of the tattoo. Because of a mistake, she came to the ancestor's tattoo. Don't blame her." Jiuwen said devoutly and kowtowed on the floor at the same time.

However, Manhua's blood is still constantly integrated into the pattern, and there is no stop at all. If there is a change, it seems to be a little faster.

The nine lines are really scared this time. The only woman who has seen the pattern before is her wife, but she has not been a virgin when she saw it, so she did not violate the taboo. For so many years, he has forgotten this. Otherwise, before Manhua comes in, he will definitely ask, "Have you ever done **?"

"It's over, it's over. Do you really want to swallow this girl?" Jiuwen's forehead is full of cold sweat. If Manhua really dies here, among other things, Su Han will definitely not learn from him.

If he doesn't learn from himself, where will he find such an excellent talented apprentice?

simply didn't stop doing it, and Jiuwen stood up: "Ancestor, if you want to suck blood, just suck me. The disciple is willing to be punished." With that, he rolled up his sleeve and pierced the needle in the palm of his hand.

It's strange. Generally speaking, when it is pricked by a tattoo needle, it is just a small drop of blood. After being pricked this time, the blood converges into a thin blood column of chopsticks and bends into the pattern.

Fortunately, the appetite of the pattern did not seem to be very good. After two or three seconds, everything returned to normal, and the nine lines collapsed on the ground. At the same time, Manhua also returned to normal and pointed to the pattern and said, "Man, come and have a look. This pattern is really beautiful. Huh, Master Jiuwen, why are you lying here?"

Su Han hurried to the edge of Manhua and patted Manhua on the shoulder: "Sister, are you really big-hearted? Get out of the way quickly. This pattern is weird.

"Is it weird? What's so weird?" Manhua patted everywhere against the pattern and didn't find anything wrong.

There is no response? Su Han looked at this scene and didn't care about Manhua, but helped Jiuwen up: "Uncle Jiu, are you all right?"

"No, it's just a little bit of my blood."

Su Han said to Manhua, "Look, look, look, Uncle Jiu was sucked out a lot of blood for you, and my hands, look, it's all blistering." He stretched out his right hand and had seven or eight broad bean-sized blisters in his hand.

Manhua believed that there was something strange just now.

Jiuwen waved his hand and said, "Well, girl, what do you see in the pattern?"

"This pattern is really interesting." Manhua's nerves were a little rough and happy. Suddenly, he remembered that both of them were injured, so he pressed his emotions and said slowly, "I look like a bird from afar."

"Yes! That's the tattoo of the ancestor, the undead bird. Jiuwen said. The undead bird is the phoenix. Legend has it that the phoenix is immortal. Every time there is no life, it will turn into a flame. After the flame burns out, it will hatch a young phoenix again. This is the legendary phoenix nirvana.

"Yes! Phoenix, Phoenix, that phoenix is so beautifully carved that I was attracted to it, but after walking into this pattern, the painting inside is different. There are mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, and all kinds of animals I have never seen before. Later, the animals were gone, and hell and gods appeared.

It seems that the content contained in the pattern is too big, and Manhua hasn't finished it for a long time.

But Jiuwen's face became more and more excited: "There is really such a thing, there is really such a thing."

"What is it? Uncle Jiu.

"Totem Classic, Totem Classic." The folds on Jiuwen's face began to tremble.

What is the totem scripture? I've only heard of local tycoons." Manhua said very seriously.

Su Han couldn't help laughing and gave Manhua a white look: "It's good for you to read more at night. These words can be said without connotation."

Manhua spit out his tongue.

Jiuwen patted Su Han on the shoulder and said, "Do you know why the realm of the fourth generation of ancestors is the highest?"

"Why?"

"Because he understood a kind of totem scripture."

Once Su Han was a scattered immortal, as long as the last turn was successful, it was also the realm of becoming a god. Naturally, I understood why some people could become gods, and some of them disappeared ashes, just like themselves, because they did not portray their own spiritual imprint.

And the fourth generation of the ancestor of Wenmen obviously refined the spiritual imprint, and this spiritual imprint is the Totem Sutra.

"What does the Totem Sutra say?" Su Han vaguely knew the answer.

"If you can get the totem scriptures and practice according to the above way, you will have the opportunity to become such an amazing figure as the fourth generation of ancestors." Jiuwen said, "There are legends about this kind of thing in our tattoo door, including my younger brother. Every time he sees me, he never forgets the totem scriptures. Unfortunately, many years of affairs have not been broken. How can I break it? It turned out that the totem sutra of the fourth generation of ancestors was hidden in the tattoo portrait of the first generation of ancestors.

" No wonder." Jiuwen forgot the taboo this time and found something that had been lost for a long time.

Su Han also looked at the undead bird that had calmed down, and didn't figure out what was going on with this kind of thing? And it is the spiritual imprint left by the characters of the divine period.

"Take it back and refer to it carefully. In addition, the three of us can't say anything about the Totem Sutra. Otherwise, the man is innocent and Huai Bi is guilty." With that, Jiuwen rolled up the totem scripture and handed it to Su Han.

Su Han insisted on not saying: "Uncle Jiu, this is your stuff. You should refer to it yourself. What's wrong with me holding it?"

"Alas! I don't have much time. Even if I use it all for details, I may not be able to refer to anything. You have a long way to come, and there is still a long way to go in the future. You should fly higher than Uncle Jiu. Jiuwen held Su Han's hand: "I only have two things I hope you can agree."

"Uncle Jiu, say it."

"I will carry forward the tattoo door. In addition, I have several brothers, one of whom is vicious and has done too many bad things, but we have learned art together since childhood, and we have a deep affection. If you meet him in the future, no matter what, don't kill him."