Chapter 2 Yin and Yang Eternal Life

Yan Han cursed in his heart: MMP! So that's true!

Coatmakers are not fools. So many coatmakers die and no one dies well. The coatmakers communicate in private and guess that it is related to the cold and cold atmosphere when painting.

I just don’t know that this kind of aura is just a dead aura!

The Death Prisoner seemed to know that he could not be spared. When he was dying, he regarded the cold as the object of the tree hole that could keep secrets and be confided.

"Just talking about alchemy, most of the elixirs refined by the old Taoist are to be filial to this bitch Xiao Nanqin! Those boys were all sent by her! Humph! She turned her back on her face and lured me into the palace, and locked me up while I was unprepared. Now she wants to kill me, not for the sake of the "Yin and Yang Eternal Life Art"!"

"Yin and Yang Eternal Life Art"? What is this?" Yan Han asked curiously.

"That's a strange book! Ancient strange book! The Daozong Demon Sect all originated from this book. According to legend, whether it is a human or a demon or a ghost, those who practice this book can travel through the yin and yang and connect life and death." The Death Prison Demon Dao answered questions and answered, "For this book, Xiao Nanqin instigated the tyrant who was still the prince at that time, saying that he could live forever and live with the world. He searched for it in large numbers and destroyed countless families. Unfortunately, at the critical moment, Zhou Wenhuai, the general under the tyrant, joined hands with others to hide the book, so that Xiao Nanqin, the bitch, was furious and implicated these people in the nine tribes and arrested them everywhere, but unfortunately he still found nothing!"

Yan Han was shocked and took a breath of cold air.

Zhou Wenhuai!

Isn't this name the big man in the original owner's family? The original owner's surname is Zhou Chengtai. Zhou Wenhuai is the original owner's clan uncle and serves as an official in the court. The Zhou family flourished because of him, and the original owner also gained protection because of this. But in the end, it was overthrown because of him. The huge family escorted Jindu all over and died in a neat manner.

Only the original owner escaped by chance!

Changing your name and name is Yan Han, and you are wandering in Jindu!

In the memory of the original owner, he carried a book with him close to his body! He hid on the mass grave not far from his residence! The few ancient characters on the cover are exactly the "Yin and Yang Eternal Life Story"!

More importantly, the night when the accident happened, the original owner's memory was very profound. The original owner's widowed mother handed him the hand, saying that it was passed down from generation to generation, and he was asked to keep it in close contact no matter how he was, and he would not tell anyone!

This book must be the book "Yin and Yang Eternal Life"!

Yan Han was stunned, his heart pounding. This ancient book, perhaps... might... be the key to breaking the dead end!

However, the original owner had tried many times, burning fire, soaking water, recognizing the owner with blood, and holding the body close to the body, but it was not effective. The book was still indifferent, and there was only one sentence on the title page:

...The sun and moon on earth, the yin and yang of heaven and earth! There is death in life, and birth in death, birth or not, death is not dead, the unity of man and nature, and long-lasting vision! This is called the yin and yang immortality!

Except for the title page, the other pages are blank and there is nothing!

It's just a wordless heavenly book!

Yan Han was pondering, but the old Taoist in death row thought Yan Han was frightened by his words, and said in a sequel: "What? You scared your eggs? Humph! Your Yin Tang is black and your deathly aura is entangled. You can't live for three days if you paint the old Taoist!"

"I know!" Yan Hanlong responded coldly, as if he was talking about his life and death.

He was shocked by what the death row prisoner Lao Taoist said, and did not listen to the words "not to live for three days" for a while, but just answered casually.

This attitude was a coincidence, which made the death row prisoner feel like he had nowhere to speak.

The old Taoist in death row continued to say to himself: "Hmph! The old Taoist has found out the whereabouts of "Yin and Yang Eternal Life". Unfortunately, the disciples of the disciples are addicted to the maid under the bitch Xiao Nanqin, and revealed the news, so that she turned against others!"

Yan Han sneered: "Aren't you just trying to take it alone?"

The Death Prisoner Demon said surprisingly without refuting it, but sighed: "Who can give it to her in the "Yin and Yang Eternal Life Skill"?!"

"But you regret it now!" Yan Han said, wanting to get some more words out.

The Death Prisoner Monster glanced at him, and looked disdainful intent with seeing Yan Han's little thoughts, saying: "Who could have thought that this bitch Xiao Nanqin was so decisive and cruel!"

"You go and confess to her now, can't you?"

"Will she believe it?" The Death Prisoner Demon Dao sarcastically said, "It's a pity that the old Taoist just found out that the boy named Zhou was not dead. He was in Jindu, but he couldn't find out in detail! Otherwise, hum! How could this bitch Xiao Nanqin take action!"

The heartbeat was missed in the cold.

This demonic Taoist is really powerful. It can be found that old things from several years ago can be found.

Give him a while, maybe he will find out the original owner!

Well, demonic Taoism, you are dying well, dying wonderfully, dying so much!

If you don’t die, how can I feel at ease!

The cold was secretly thinking in my heart.

Oh oh oh oh!

When the rooster sings, the world is white and the sky is coming.

"It's dawn!" The Death Prisoner Demon Dao showed a little fear and anxiety on his face.

Yan Han continued to write and echoed: "Yes, it's going to dawn! Don't worry, there are still a few strokes, and you can set off on the road with peace of mind!"

The Death Prisoner Demon Dao glared at Yan Han fiercely, then smiled sadly, "Forget it! The old Taoist has this disaster today, it is God's will! A little brat, if you haven't died after painting, you might as well go to Laojun Taoist Temple, where the old Taoist left something..."

"Swish!" Yan Han sneered, "What the evil deeds can be a good thing? I'm afraid it's a harming thing. You should keep it on the road to the underworld and use it yourself!"

The Death Prisoner Demon Dao shook his head and sighed, with a rare sincerity: "It is okay to die of the old Taoist body and Taoist Taoist will disappear. However, the old Taoist lineage cannot be destroyed by the old Taoist death. What the old Taoist left behind is a few hundred taels of gold, and there are also some elixirs that can prolong life and increase cultivation. You are a dying person, so it's fine if you don't go and get it, but you will find it if you are destined to come."

Yan Han sneered, and understood very well in his heart.

This demon said so, hoping that he would be interested in these things and ask how to get these things. In this way, he could use the seduction.

Since he thought that this death row prisoner had bad intentions in his heart, Yan Han thought of every word he said from the worst point just in case.

This strategy is very effective, making the Death Prisoner's Death Dao unable to get off. He drew a few more strokes, and the Death Prisoner's Death Dao's face became paler, coughing violently, and his face was crowded, which was very creepy.

"Do you have any last words?" Yan Han picked up the pen and stopped moving.

"You... go to die!" The Death Prisoner Cursed fiercely.

"As you wish!" Yan Han replied, and took a few more strokes.

The Death Prisoner's Death Dao looked pale and angry.

"There are some last few strokes. Do you have anything to say?" Yan Han said, "For example, why are you all flocking to that Lao Shizi book? What's so special?"

"Do you want to know?" The old Taoist in death row laughed softly, secretly happy in his heart, thinking that he had finally found the life gate of this little cobbler.

The cold curled his lips.

The old Taoist in death row squinted his eyes and stared at Yan Han. Suddenly, he widened his eyes and rushed forward, but was locked by the iron chains, making a clatter.

"It's you! It's you! It's you!" Death Prisoner's Death Dao's eyes widened, "I found the whereabouts of that boy named Zhou, and I've seen his portrait. It's you... It's you... In this way, your surname is not Yan, but Zhou, isn't it?"

A chill ejaculated in the heart of the cold.

Is this demonic Taoist rebirth when he is dying? He actually recognizes him!

He curled his lips, without saying a word, but his hands kept on.

The old prisoner in death was still struggling to death, shouting: "It turns out it's you! You... can't escape! That bitch Xiao Nanqin, who got the painting and searched his soul, knew that I recognized you! You... come here, I will accept you as a disciple, escape! Escape!"

Yan Han snorted coldly, endured the dizziness, turned his hand faster, and sneered: "Go to die, you! When you die, you still want to bewitch me! Damn it!"

He speeds up his pen, and the struggle of the Death Prisoner's Death Dao finally came to an abrupt end, unable to hang on the chain of life-locking meridians, gathering the last little strength, raising his head, extremely weak, "You... can't escape from the palm of this bitch Xiao Nanqin!"

Yan Han held the painting that had been completed in his left hand and snorted coldly: "Heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs. Saints are not kind, and treat the people as straw dogs! You evil demons and treat living beings as straw dogs, you should die! You should kill!"

This rebuke made Yan Han feel very happy and felt the righteousness of judging this demonic path on behalf of heaven!

He could not have imagined that the second painting he had just made was very useful. It was a coincidence that luck could not be stopped!

"You!" Death Prisoner Death Dao's eyes were locked, and he suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, but his laughter was hoarse and silent, as if he was crying, "If Xiao Nanqin knew that "Yin and Yang Eternal Life" was right in front of her, it would be impossible to get it. He would definitely be so angry! Good! Good! Good..."

The cold fell the last stroke and exhaled a breath of turbid air. There was a trance in front of me, dizzy, as weak as if I had not recovered from a serious illness.
Chapter completed!