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"Look at the phone." Gu Zhiqi said, and then sent Y the information that Fei Jiu had sent to her phone.

Hearing this, Y immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and found that Gu Zhiqi had sent him a file.

Y immediately clicked on the file and looked, it contained detailed information about Xuyinghua. Y held the phone and buried his head in the look. The more he looked, the more obvious the shock on his face became.

Seeing Y's appearance, Gu Yuluo became curious, so she moved to Gu Zhiqi's side, "Send it to me too."

Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi glanced sideways at her, "You're not a Taoist disciple, and you won't be able to learn it even if you read it."

Ordinary Taoism techniques are very difficult to learn, this mountain technique is the most difficult of the five Taoism techniques, if one is not very talented, one cannot learn it.

Therefore, Gu Zhiqi was not too surprised when Feijiu said just now that the mountain technique in this world had been lost.

Even in Shuilanxing, there are very few people who can learn the art of mountains.

"Curiosity, let's take a look." Gu Yuluo said, and winked at Gu Zhiqi's single eye.

Gu Zhiqi withdrew his gaze, handed over a copy of the document to Gu Yuluo, and then walked to the stone bench under the banyan tree and sat down.

Gu Yuluo and Y each found a stone bench and sat down.

Anyway, being idle is idle, Gu Yuluo also looked down at the document that Gu Zhiqi sent her. There were a lot of technical terms about Taoism, and I didn't understand it very well, but I still understood it a little bit.

In the end, Gu Yuluo could only conclude with one sentence, "This illusion technique is amazing, really amazing, really fucking amazing."

In the past, her impression of Xuanmen was reading astrology, fortune-telling, drawing talismans, and geomantic omen, and all of them were powerless. Only now did she know that there were such powerful offensive spells in Xuanmen.

This phantom technique is used properly, and it is a very terrifying attack-like mystery technique, which can completely rival high-level ancient martial arts.

"Master, is the phantom flower in my body good or bad? Also, who planted this..." Y looked at Gu Zhiqi in a daze.

After reading the document given by Gu Zhiqi, Y only felt that he had opened the door to a new world.

In the information he collected, the records about the phantom flower are all evaluated as the flower of death, a flower that eats away the vitality of the human body, but if it is planted, the final result of the host will only be death.

But after reading the information, he was a little uncertain.

Because according to the information, the phantom flowers are also divided into dark and light types. The phantom flowers of the dark type devour Yuanli, and the phantom flowers of the light type warm and nourish Yuanli.

Among the phantom flowers, there are several types of flowers that are very special and difficult to grow. Among them are lemon smoke, which belongs to the semi-dark and semi-light system.

The information in the document also stated that if you want to plant lemon fireworks into the human body, the conditions are extremely harsh. The first condition is that non-eighth-level profound masters cannot use it.

The eighth-rank mystic...

In this world, is there really a profound master of this level?

You know, the most powerful mysterious master in his sect is only at the fourth rank this year.

Not to mention his sect, with a history of nearly 500 years, only 500 years ago, there was an eighth-level mysterious master.

Since then, there has never been a mysterious master above the fourth rank in Xuanmen.

So, could it be that the eighth-rank profound master who appeared five hundred years ago is still alive and planted this flower in his body?

But……

You can, but you don't have to.

He is just an ordinary Taoist disciple, how can he get special treatment from such a master.

Could it be that he is really the chosen one?

"Can you take a pulse?" While Y was wandering, a lazy voice rang in his ears.