There is an extra dagger in the bag, without any light.

Jian Jie's heart moved, and there was no light, either in vain or unidentified. Obviously, Bu Yong could not give a white weapon, and the result was self-evident.

【Xiaqing Sword】: One-handed short sword, (not identified)

Jian Jie was quite excited. Although it was not the dagger he wanted the most, it was a weapon he could use. He was looking forward to the moment when he returned to Nanhang City, all the unidentified equipment and the identification. Now that he thought about it, his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

"Young man, are you still satisfied?" Bu Yong asked.

Jian Jie couldn't help but nodded to show satisfaction.

"This heroic love sword is my sword. Now I have taken off my armor and returned to the fields. I am indulging in the mountains and rivers. Weapons are no longer important to me. I will give it to you. I believe that this sword will never be buried with you!" Bu Yong said with a sigh.

Jian Jie's heart moved. He could hear Bu Yong's meaning. This sword was absolutely amazing!

"I know that the young hero came to Yuezhou and County this time not only for the sake of Yang Yuanwai, but also to use the water from Jinghu Lake to re-create the immortal intoxication, right?" Bu Yong asked suddenly.

Jian Jie nodded, Bu Yong didn't say that, he almost forgot about the fact that he still wanted to take the water of the Mirror Lake.

"The water of Mirror Lake is indeed excellent in the world and has always been an excellent choice for brewing wine. But I would not agree with it if ordinary Mirror Lake water is worthy of the immortal intoxication!"

Bu Yong is a true wine lover. When he talks about wine, he becomes serious.

"Oh? You mean there is a better water than this Mirror Lake Water that can be used to make the Immortal Intoxication?" Jian Jie asked.

"Yes, not." Bu Yong nodded and shook his head.

This made Jian Jie unable to understand. What does "yes or not" mean?

"Does the young hero know Xianglin Mountain?"

Jian Jie nodded, and he naturally knew that he had gone to Xianglin Mountain to get the heart grass and Xianglin Viper Gallbladder to heal Yang Yuanwai. Of course, that was fake Yang Yuanwai and he had died at his hands.

But what is the connection between Xianglin Mountain and the water of brewing wine? Is it better than Jinghu Water in Xianglin Mountain?

"The water flows and trees are full of trees. One or two peaks of spring mountains in the trees are called Xianglin Mountain. The source of Jinghu Lake is thirty-six, and the first source is in Xianglin Mountain!"

So that's it. A pool of holy water is hidden deep in the Xianglin Mountains, and is called the first source of Jinghu.

"The water at the first source of Jinghu Lake is the real best water, worthy of being drunk by the immortals! So I said yes, because it can be said to be the water of Jinghu Lake or not. However, it is essentially different from ordinary Jinghu Lake water. If the young man wants to find the best lake water, he will have to go to Xianglin Mountain."

"The First Source of Jinghu... Okay, I'll go and see it." Jian Jie thought to himself that he was originally planning to return to Nanhang immediately, not only needed to continue his soul fighting experience, but also to inform Qiao Jingyuan about the Void Spiritual Worm. Now, when he heard that the First Source of Jinghu and did not go and see it, he was always a little unwilling to do so.

It just so happened that Bu Yong had something to do, so he needed to organize the remaining people in Yuezhou County to return to the city.

Jian Jie said goodbye to him and Yang Xiaoying, and of course he could not help but blackmailed a jar of immortals before leaving.

When he came to Xianglin Mountain again, Jian Jie no longer missed the beautiful scenery on the way. He decided to take the water from the first source of Jinghu Lake and immediately returned to Nanhang City. He was eager to conduct a soul-fighting experience.

Walking on the ancient stone steps in Xianglin Mountain, he remembered that although he knew that the first source of Jinghu Lake was in Xianglin Mountain, the mountain was so big that looking for a pond was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

Jian Jie's eyebrows frowned slightly, and after thinking about it, his eyes lit up.

He took down the Xiake Order worn on his chest and opened the built-in map with his mind. The map is no different from the modern mobile phone navigation map, presenting countless locations, routes, famous mountains, rivers and monster distribution areas.

Jian Jie was delighted because he saw the sign indicating his location on the map, which was a small green dot. He found the sign of the first source of Jinghu. He clicked the sign, and the sign turned red. A line appeared between the green dot representing his location and the red dot representing the first source of Jinghu. This is the route.

"Um?"

Suddenly, segments of regular script appeared on the map and then slowly moved. Finally, they floated out of the map, floated in the air, and gradually became three-dimensional. They were crystal clear, like crystal.

Jian Jie opened his eyes wide and found that these regular scripts were four poems. He couldn't help but read them:

"Sending Congratulations to Yuezhou to respond to the system":

After leaving Ronglu for a long time, he was given a first dress and once told Changsheng that the truth was clear. Since Mao got it, the grace of the clouds would be better than to stop the return of the clouds. The Yaotai was filled with mist and stars, and the fairy cliff was floating in the sky. I asked me when I wanted to live in the pearls, trees and cranes, but when did I fly to the imperial city?

This poem is obviously written by Li Zexian. Judging from the title of the poem, it is a farewell poem to a friend named He. But the specific identity of this person is still unaware of.

Jian Jie, who has a good cultural quality, can naturally understand the general meaning of this poem.

Simply put, the friend named He who said Li Zhe did not love glory and wealth, but liked the immortal path of immortality. After resigning from his official position, he became a commoner, returned to the mountains and forests, and yearned for the cultivation of immortality on the Yaotai. The last couplet was lyricism, Li Zhexian said that he didn't know when he could drink with his friends again.

Jian Jie did not get any important clues, so he looked at the second song.

"Send guests to return to the country":

The water flows in Jinghu Lake and the clear waves are rippling, and the crazy guests return to the boats and enjoy the pleasures. If Taoist priests in Xianglin meet, they should write about the yellow geese changing to the white geese.

This poem mainly describes Li Zhexian's imagination of the life scenes of his friends who returned to his hometown of Jinghu, and expresses his deep longing.

Jian Jie learned from this that the hometown of Li Zhexian, a friend named He, was in this Xianglin Mountain. He had to sigh at Li Zhexian's talent and temperament.

"Two Poems of Memorial He Jian to Me with Wine", the following two poems are combined, they are five-character poems, and the object of the writing is still this friend named He.

One:

There was a crazy guest in Yuezhou, and the romantic sentimental greeted Jizhen. When they met in the imperial city, they called me a banished immortal. The thing in the past was turned into dust under the pine trees. The golden beetle changed to the wine place, but the tears were stained with scarves.

Second:

The mad guest returned to Yuezhou, and the Taoist priest in Xianglin welcomed him. He gave the water of Jinghu Lake to honor the king Taishou. After the rest of his old house, there were lotus and peanuts. I remembered this as a dream, and I was sad and sad.

"Hu..." Jian Jie took a deep breath, feeling sad. The last two poems were no longer farewell poems, but memorial poems.

Obviously, before Li Zexian wrote these two poems, his friend had passed away. After drinking, he was thinking about others, and his sorrow surged into his heart and wrote these two poems.

After reading the four poems, Jian Jie felt a little heavy. From the poem, he also learned that Li Xian's friend was named He Jizhen, a native of Yuezhou. He retired in Xianglin Mountain in his later years.

The poem floating in the air gradually disappeared, and then passed away with the wind, as if he was going to another world with blessings.

Jian Jie knew that this was Li Zhexian's obsession. After he arrived at Xianglin Mountain, his obsession also dissipated.
Chapter completed!