MTL - In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?-Chapter 48 Entering Baoshan (seeking for further study)

Chapter 48 Entering the Treasure Mountain (please follow up)

Da da da-

 One piece after another of natural talisman paper was thrown into the basket.

Chen Lin was walking among the lamp oil trees, enjoying scraping with the hatchet in his hand.

Every piece of bark here can save him a lot of effort.

Until the tracer's talisman on his chest suddenly heard some change.

His movements suddenly slowed down.

 I saw ten thick spiritual power threads suddenly appearing among the originally densely packed thin threads.

Each one looks as strong as a ghost tooth pig.

  And concentrated in the same direction!

Chen Lin couldn't help being surprised and quickly turned his head to look.

“Is this horse riding a strange beast forming a group to attack me?”

He immediately went to take out the talisman in his arms, and even wanted to take out the blue water stone and draw the talisman on the spot.

 But he immediately realized something was wrong.

 Because these thick silk threads lead to the water in the distance.

  And it’s moving.

 It's not like a strange beast emerging from the water to breathe.

 “More like...someone came by boat?”

 Chen Lin almost forgot.

 The main function of the person-finding talisman is actually to find people.

 …

 …

The glacier meanders like a silver dragon wandering through the mountains.

The clear water is cool and cool, as if it can penetrate the ship's plank and penetrate directly into people's hearts.

Hong Guan sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, his strong and tall body rising and falling with the waves, as if he was rooted in the boat.

Behind him, the warriors held wooden oars and slapped the glacier, stirring up heavy water splashes and pushing the river boat under them upstream.



 “Brother Guan, how long will it take for you to arrive?”

A female voice among the martial artists asked.

Although Hong Guan had a cold face, he replied patiently: "It's almost there. We'll cross the bay in front and get off the boat to the pass of Jubao Mountain."

 “Before entering the mountain, let me say it again.”

“Nine of you are from different martial arts schools, and five of you have just broken through to the realm of Jin. It is your first time to enter Jubao Mountain. There may be some issues between you..."

Hong Guan said and glanced away.

 Among the rowing warriors, two or three lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

 He said coldly:

"No matter what, Jubao Mountain is extremely dangerous. Even if we are only on the periphery, we are not necessarily safe."

“Forget your past festivals and don’t cause trouble, otherwise I will break that person’s hands and feet and throw him into the mountains.”

I don’t know if it’s the coldness in the words or the coldness of the glacier.

 The nine martial artists rowing the boat shuddered in unison.

Finally, they all lowered their heads, grabbed the oars and rowed hard.

 The ship rose a bit when the speed suddenly increased.

 Soon passed the last river bend.

The river in front of you is straight and quiet, and the abundant vitality can be seen in your eyes.

Those martial arts disciples who came here for the first time couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

 Although they heard it from the senior brothers in the library.

However, seeing with my own eyes the lush green forest that can withstand the cold winter wind and snow, I still can't contain my surprise.

 “Hey, there’s someone else over there!”

The female martial artist who just spoke raised her hand and pointed to the glacier bank, a dense green forest along the bank.

 A young man was also watching them.

 “Is he also a martial artist?” a female voice asked excitedly.

Hong Guan closed his eyes and did not reply.

 Another person with experience in the mountains said:

“No, this man should be cutting wood nearby. The tree next to him is called ‘lamp oil wood’, and the bark can be used as candle oil to be burned.”

“People from the logging team will often take the opportunity to come over and scrape some scraps back to supplement the family income...”

 Old experience also talked about the history of the discovery of lamp oil wood.

Causing young female martial arts masters to sigh repeatedly.

“Isn’t that kind of tree really not a medicinal material?”

 “These people live so frugally…”

 “Row a boat.”

Hong Guan suddenly said two words coldly, like a knife, cutting off all words.

Everyone was silent and lowered their heads to row the boat again.

 Always follow the glacier into the depths of the dense forest.

 Under the guidance of Hong Guan, the river boat found a place to dock.

 Then, everyone looked to the side in unison.

 There were many items piled in the middle of the river boat, including all kinds of dry food, clothing, and medicine for injuries they had brought with them into the mountains this time.

 There is one thing that stands out the most.

 That's a dozen bulging objects. These are pig urine bubbles used by fishermen to ventilate when diving. They were tied into a pile and placed on top of everything.

Hong Guan stood up and spoke:

“You should have told us in advance that the most dangerous thing about entering the outskirts of Jubaoshan is the pervasive vicious miasma.”

“Even a powerful martial artist can only resign himself to fate once he inhales excessive amounts of miasma.”

"So when you get to the place later, hold your breath, don't talk, mobilize all the energy and blood in your body, follow my pace, and don't fall behind."

Hong Guan paused for a moment, then said coldly:

"I won't stop, and neither will the senior brothers who are following you. These pig urine bubbles are for you to breathe. If you can't break out of the miasma after they are used up, then you can only survive the miasma's erosion. Die in pain..."

“Now, grab your stuff and follow me!”

  Nine martial artists followed Hong Guan in prepared formation.

At this time, the five newcomers all remembered the instructions from their own martial arts schools and secretly clenched their fists nervously.

 Especially when they walked out of the dense forest and came to the outer edge of the miasma.

Through the hazy poisonous fog, after seeing the many fallen corpses on the ground inside, I couldn't help but take a breath...

 “Don’t breathe in!”

 Hong Guan shouted sharply from the front, as if thunder woke up the newcomers one after another.

“Hold your breath and follow me in!”

 …

 …

“Are those the martial arts masters from the inner city who entered the mountains?”

Chen Lin looked in the distance in the direction where Hong Guan and the others were driving.

The glacier in front of us is rolling in waves, and its surface is clear, but when you look deeper, you can only see a dark patch of darkness.

He turned his head and looked at the backpack behind him. There were already dozens of layers of bark in it, taking up less than half of the space.

“Now you can draw symbols on these barks first, and then go into Jubao Mountain to explore.”

“When it comes out later, I will take some of the bark home to store.”

“I don’t know which way those people are taking, so it’s best to avoid them…”

 Chen Lin muttered.

 His current fighting strength relies entirely on Fu Dao and the Gengjin Star Sword.

 It is very different from martial arts methods.

 Once it is revealed, there will be endless trouble.

 There is no need to be too arrogant at ordinary times.

“That’s why I thought about wearing a martial artist’s vest to make things easier in the future. The Fu Dao Flying Sword is more suitable for killing people secretly...”

 Find a suitable place and drive away all the poisonous insects and beasts around.

 Chen Lin leaned down and began to draw the symbols.

 A small part was painted with blue water stone spirit fluid, and the rest was painted with the animal blood of the ghost tooth pig.

This kind of blood is better than that of ordinary beasts.

  But the essential difference cannot be drawn away.

After all, the essence of the Ghost Tooth Pig lies in its fangs and its body of meat.

 All preparations are completed.

 It’s time for lunch.

 Chen Lin was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he meditated on the spot to recover his mana, and at the same time ate some solid food to restore most of his condition.

 Then he set out to move forward along the glacier.

With thin snowflakes under our feet and dense bushes on our heads, we walked for nearly ten miles.

 The forest seemed to have come to an end.

 A barren and gray land appeared in front of Chen Lin.

There seems to be an invisible wall in the air, boundless and covering the surrounding areas. It is constantly twisting and deforming in the strong wind that passes through the mountains, sometimes far and sometimes near...

 “Miasma!”

“Uncle Ping said that if an ordinary person takes a full sip of this stuff, he will die.”

 The mana in the body has started to operate instinctively, clearing away the weak miasma that enters the body with breathing.

The "Flame Wood Sutra" he practices is not a technique like the "Eternal Spring Sutra" which focuses on recovery and healing. If he continues to stay here, he may not be able to withstand his magic power.

but…

Chen Lin took out the talisman he had just drawn from his arms.

 “To cover up evil spirits and ward off evil spirits, disease!”

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  The spiritual patterns on the talisman emit a fluorescent green luster, and the stars spread outward, driving away the invisible miasma.

 The air around me suddenly became fresher.

“Sure enough, miasma and other types of evil spirits are all evil spirits, and the talisman to cover up evil spirits and ward off evil spirits is effective!”

The evil-obscuring and evil-repelling talisman is an inferior talisman recorded in "Introduction to Talismanism". It has fifteen talisman patterns and can be effective in many common poisonous environments.

When asking around last night, Uncle Ping mentioned that there was a miasma outside Jubao Mountain, and he thought of this charm.

It seems to be really useful now.

Chen Lin casually brushed away a flower mosquito flying around him, feeling that all the miasma that had entered his body had been cleared away.

So he strode directly towards the miasma...

　　Today I updated Four Thousand Seven, continue to read, hehe

 (End of this chapter)