Yang Siyue was frightened all the way. When she stepped on the ground in Yanbei, she realized that she was finally safe and had escaped from birth. She couldn't help but cry with joy and burst into tears.

We, a group of big and rude men, didn't know how to comfort her, so we let her sit at the gate of the courtyard and cried.

After she cried enough and was tired, Uncle Huzi drove his Great Lincoln and sent her home.

Before leaving, Yang Siyue also wrote down the door number of my Siheyuan and said that he would come to the door to thank him someday.

It doesn’t matter whether you thank her or not. It’s easy to save her, and it’s a life.

As soon as we arrived home, before we could enter the house, a dark shadow flew over and landed on the big tree in the yard.

Needless to say, it must be the Eighth Master.

Seeing the Ba Master, the sloppy Taoist had developed a habit of flattering him. He went up and bowed, "Ba Master, you are still so beautiful and handsome. When you flew over just now, your posture was so handsome. It was endlessly free and easy, and it proved your master's style."

Eighth Master was very helpful to the sloppy Taoist priest's flattery. He happily jumped on the big tree, smiled and said, "Looking at you coming back so happily, Eighth Master knew that you must have gained a lot again. Have you got the sword score?" ωωw..net

"The Eighth Master is really a magical plan. We can't escape your old man's eyes. You're doing well. We did get the sword score, but thanks to the eighth Master's advice, otherwise we wouldn't know where the sword score is." The sloppy Taoist continued to flatter.

Because I have something to ask for, after all, I have to ask the Bashi for Laoshan to refine.

The Eighth Master shook his head and was so good that he was being photographed by the sloppy Taoist priest, and then said, "Apart from the sword guide, have you ever got any other good things? The Eighth Master still knows you, especially Xiao Luo, who has always been a thief. If he doesn't get any big benefits, he will not be so straightforward."

He is worthy of being the Eighth Master, and he knows so much about the sloppy Taoist priest.

The sloppy Taoist priest smiled and then took out the old mountain ginseng from the eight treasure bag of Qiankun, holding it with both hands for the eighth master: "Master Eighth master, in addition to helping Xiaojie get a sword recipe, we also found an old mountain ginseng. Please help me see what your appearance is?"

When the Eighth Master heard this, he quickly flew down from the big tree and landed on the shoulder of the sloppy Taoist priest. After the sloppy Taoist priest opened the red cloth bag, the Eighth Master took a closer look, then nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, it's a treasure. This old mountain ginseng has been at least five hundred years old and has become a spirit. If refined into elixirs, it can not only improve its cultivation, but also quickly repair its injuries."

"Isn't that the effect of the elixirs refined by my corpse zodiac ghost flower?" I asked quickly.

"This thing is a little worse than the corpse ghost flower, but it is also a very good treasure. If it is refined into a pill, one will be worth tens of millions." Eighth Master said with interest.

After hearing this, all of us were so excited.

It’s a blessing that it’s a sloppy Taoist priest, otherwise this good thing would have fallen into the hands of Master Qiao San.

"Master Eighth Master, how many pills can this old mountain ginseng refine?" asked the sloppy Taoist priest again.

"It's okay to refine a few, but the effect is different, so the bigger the better."

"Then please ask Master Eighth to help us refine it. There are only a few of us, one of them. Of course, Master Eighth cannot work in vain. You have the biggest part." The sloppy Taoist said with a smile.

"You guys are working together, and they are all trying to make me a decision. How can I, an old guy, beg for the cheapness of you younger generations? Just? Eighth Master has been idle lately, so I will help you refine this old mountain ginseng and make six pills, one for you." Eighth Master said lightly.

We were naturally very happy and thanked us repeatedly.

Then, Master Eighth looked at me again and asked, "Where is that sword score, take it out and see if it is true."

I quickly took out the sword score from the Dragon and Tiger Mirror, turned it on, and got close to the Eighth Master.

Eighth Master looked at the small seal script on the sword score, nodded while looking, and said with praise: "Yes, it is indeed the legendary Nine Ice Swords. I heard that this sword score has a total of nine sword moves, one move is more powerful than the other. Only water-attributed magic weapons can drive it. Originally, your boy's Victory Sword belongs to Yin and Yin belongs to Water, and with the power of ice soul, it is best to use this set of Nine Ice Swords."

"Master Eighth Master, we have seen Jin Haotian use these Nine Ice Swords, and it is indeed very powerful." I said hurriedly.

"That kid has no cultivation and cannot exert the power of the Nine Ice Swords. A small disaster. With this sword score, you have the magic weapon to defeat the evil sword. You will definitely not know how many times it will surpass Jin Haotian in the future. Therefore, if you want to practice well, ask the Eighth Master if you don't understand, the Eighth Master will naturally know everything." Eighth Master said seriously.

"Master Eight is so good, thank you Master Eight!" I quickly bowed to Master Eight.

"The Eighth Master is biased. He is only kind to Xiaojie and doesn't say anything to give us some advice." The sloppy Taoist said sarcastically.

"Twist!" Eighth Master angrily scolded the sloppy Taoist: "The paper armor zombie on your body and the black que flag were not done by Eighth Master for you? Otherwise, you can win the leader of Maoshan Sect? Besides, you are amazing now. You have the Donghuang Bell given by the Master and the Nine-Dao thunder method taught by the elder of the Passing Master, so you don't need to give advice from Eighth Master."

"I seem to understand." Jilang, who had not spoken much, looked at the sloppy Taoist priest with some resentment.

Now he understood why he lost to the sloppy Taoist priest. It turned out that there were experts behind him to give advice.

I keep this sword score and study it slowly. Practice is not something that can be achieved overnight, and I am not in a hurry.

In the next few days, several people lived at my house. Master Ba prescribed a prescription for me, which contained dozens of herbs. These herbs must be refined with Laoshan ginseng to achieve the best results.

I was afraid that Uncle Huzi would make any mistakes, so I went to various medicine shops to buy herbs myself, for fear of missing out.

The Eighth Master said that it would take about ten days to refine Laoshan ginseng, and the stove that boiled medicine could not be turned off, so we took turns to guard it.

Two days later, I suddenly received a call from Butler Jin, asking me why I hadn’t sent the Eight Treasures and Qiqiao Heart Box.

At this time, I remembered this incident and almost forgot it.

So I called Uncle Huzi to take me to Sister Hua's place and sent the eight treasures, Qiqiao, heart box.
Chapter completed!