Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

After murmuring without end, Lu Chen walked into the dark room.

The dark room is ten meters square, and there are no valuables as expected, just a futon and a desk. There are many classics and cut-out talisman papers piled up on the desk. Explosion marks.

This is the place where Lu Chen's master and apprentice practice, and it is not easy to be disturbed by outsiders. Since the master passed away, only Lu Chen is left in this dark room.

Lu Chen looked at the scattered books and smiled knowingly.

Although the original owner is average, he is still extremely motivated. Taoist priests pay attention to fortune-telling from mountain doctors.

Reaching out his hand to pull down the white cloth that covered the dust, a delicately bound book leaked out. The cover was quite antique, making Lu Chen's eyes widen involuntarily.

"Gold... Outlaws of the Marsh"

"..."

"Isn't it normal for a person like the original owner who loves learning to read famous books?"

Talking about human nature, Lu Chen calmly put the simplified version of Water Margin in his arms, revealing the second book. Compared with the simple and simple atmosphere of the first book, the pages of the second book are much more refined.

Exquisite pages, full of youthful atmosphere, the title of the book is also very suitable for the format of the series of novels of the domineering president, called...

"Teacher Bai, Principal Gao please go there"

Lu Chen's eyes twitched.

The following bound volumes are, in order:

"An Encounter with the Changing Dragon"

"He, Once a Boy"

"The concierge, Uncle Qin once said..."

……

"cough."

Lu Chen, whose pupils were constantly constricting, coughed, sat upright, raised his hand to cover the white cloth, and carefully hid the precious study materials on the table, with a look of indifference as if nothing had happened.

【Freedom of choice, character fit +1】

[Frank and honest, character fit +1]

[Ding, the degree of identity fit is 27%, and I have obtained the inheritance · Body Tempering Pill (Holy Grade)*1]

The rolling divine voice rang in Lu Chen's ear.

The young man's expression was startled, he looked at the study materials he had hidden, and secretly sighed.

"This is the power of knowledge."

As the old saying goes, sex critics have their own blessings... Bah, it's auspicious people who have their own blessings!

Cough, he is really not greedy for the content in the book, but simply wants to swim in the ocean of knowledge, so as to enhance the thickness of the characters, really...

Put the books away carefully, pulled out a stack of talismans that had already been written, and flipped through them casually.

Most of them are basic talismans for body protection and meditation.

"No wonder people call him a liar."

Lu Chen smiled helplessly, raised his hand and burned the whole stack of talismans.

Today's Lu Chen is carrying "The Essence of Talismans", and the talismans have already achieved great success. Most of the talismans of the Taoist sect are fully integrated, and one can see the weight of them at a glance.

These talismans have no shape, and their effectiveness is extremely weak, and they have no effect at all, and it is useless to keep them.

Pulling out a pile of brand-new talisman papers, "Spell Essence" gushed out like a fountain in his mind.

According to the steps in "The Essence of Talismans", Lu Chen calmed down and practiced the curse. His whole body was full of vigor, his eyes were determined and his eyes were burning, and his pen dipped in cinnabar seemed to have spirit.

Ordinary Taoist priests would feel dizzy after three or five calligraphy talismans, but Lu Chen didn't feel tired at all, and the pen was light and smooth in one go, and dozens of various talismans were piled aside in a blink of an eye.

After a long time, Lu Chen rubbed his sore and swollen temples, leaned on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

Tomorrow "Millions of Quests" will start. Lu Chen doesn't know what's going on in the secret realm, but the fate of lying flat and reckless will definitely not be very good, so he spends so much time preparing the talismans for future occasional needs.

Caution is the boat.

This is the experience Lu Chen summed up after many years of ups and downs in his previous life.

Although there are Taoist inheritances now, most of them are magic tools and experience, and there is no substantial improvement in cultivation, so he has to be more careful.

Picking up the scarlet body tempering pill, Lu Chen looked at it carefully, smelling the strange fragrance.

"Qi Huang, Tiger Marrow Blood, Longjin Grass..."

Relying on a hundred years of experience, Lu Chen could distinguish more than ten medicinal ingredients from the complex medicinal fragrances. Unfortunately, the refining of the holy medicine pill is extremely complicated, and it is impossible to completely distinguish it with the naked eye and smell.

Even if all the raw materials can be distinguished, the alchemy path is even vaster.

The heat, compatibility, measure, and even a slight deviation will make a huge difference in the effect.

Giving up on Pin Xixi's idea of ​​re-engraving the pill, Lu Chen swallowed the quenching body pill.

An indescribable heat billowed up in Lu Chen's dantian.

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Chapter 4 There is tea in the Taoist temple, and the guests are welcome

It is night, and the night in the mountains and forests is always quiet.

Shen Yi, who was walking alone on the Qingshi Mountain Road, stopped. Under the warm moonlight, the girl's extremely delicate facial features added a bit of dustiness.

Leaning on the tree trunk beside her with her jade hand, the girl pulled away the heel of her high-heeled shoes with one hand, and frowned slightly as she looked at her slightly flushed jade feet.

Looking at the dark forest and hundreds of bluestone steps, he looked a little depressed.

Shen Yi is not the kind of weak girl who is afraid of the dark night, nor does she believe in ghosts and gods, but she is a little bit mentally broken about the torture of high heels.

"I knew it would be better to change clothes."

Rubbing her cold arm, the girl in a professional OL outfit felt a little regretful.

It is not the scene of the black silk glasses and small pointers that gentlemen imagined, but a relatively ordinary white shirt and knee-length black skirt, wrapped in a layer of light and transparent stockings...