"Is this...green tung oil?" Yang Xiu looked at Wu Kun in surprise. Seeing the other party nodding, he quickly lowered his head and observed carefully.

Green tung oil is a liquid extracted from a rare plant and is the best choice for maintaining weapons. Many martial arts in the world are hard to get such a bottle. If used for a long time, it can also transform the material of the weapon.

The magic weapons of immortal cultivators do not need to be maintained, only low-level magic weapons and worldly swords require such things, so they are rarely seen in the market of immortal cultivators. Yang Xiu also saw the introduction of green tung oil in a certain classic, and then recognized it at a glance.

"I walked around a small market at the foot of Lu Tiantu Mountain and accidentally saw green tung oil for sale,"

Wu Kun patted Yang Xiu on the shoulder and said generously: "I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You might as well try it out, just to see if it's the real one."

Yang Xiu stood up and sent Wu Kun out of the yard. He couldn't help but grin at the porcelain bottle in his hand: This is a rare treasure. The last time the White Deer Sword was damaged by Situ Yong. After repairing it, it has not been properly maintained. With the green tung oil, the hidden injuries inside the sword body can slowly recover.

Turning back and sitting down, Yang Xiu carefully poured out a few drops of black oil on the sword and wiped it patiently.

...

Half a day spent studying. When the day began to fall to the west, Yang Xiu was already sitting on the wall of the courtyard, holding a medicine jar and a pestle in his arms, smashing Zheng Huan with a "dongdongdongdong".

From here, you can see the Fanjing Lake at the foot of the mountain. The water vapor on the lake seems to be guided by some force, and it circles continuously in the air, which is very magical.

Lin Shuangchen walked out from the next courtyard door, with an elegant posture, and was dressed in white as pure as a white lotus.

"Is pounding medicine on the wall also one of your secret methods?" Lin Shuangchen looked up at Yang Xiu and said, with a hint of joking on his simple and beautiful face.

"Sit high and see far, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth from yourself. If you have time, try it."

Yang Xiu laughed, jumped down, held the medicine pestle and pointed to the foot of the mountain, "Master, I just took the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to take a closer look. The Fanjing Lake is always cloudy and mist, and there is no rule in the transformation. Is there any secret?"

"I'm sorry, pack your things first, let's visit Min Qingshan."

Seeing Yang Xiu approaching, Lin Shuangchen subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands and said, "What are you tinkering with? Why does this taste?"

Yang Xiu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything. He went back to the house and carefully collected the pounded medicine into a bottle, and then put it in a Sumeru bag. These medicines are all treasures for preparing spiritual ink. In addition, the green tung oil had a strange smell that was difficult to dispel, so it was really not easy to ask.

But a stinky thing is nothing, it would be nice if you can get rid of the opponent when facing the enemy.

In the past few days, Yang Xiu has visited several sects one by one. Tomorrow, Lin Shuangchen will rush to the front line, and Yang Xiu will also follow his brothers to return to Tianshu Pavilion, so he must go to Yulingzhai today.

Stepping on the flying sword, flying in the clouds and fog, and the sound of wind and sounds in your ears. Humans are born to be unable to fly, so they are always easily immersed in the pleasure of soaring in the sky and the earth.

Yang Xiu was not immune to the common people, but he couldn't help but mutter in his heart that it would be great if he was the one who controlled the flying sword. He didn't have the conditions to take the hot girl for a racing ride in his previous life. When he arrived in this world, he would be able to take the beautiful master to fly the flying sword.

...

"There is a large array on this lake, which is the eye of the Fanjing Mountain Protection Array. The clouds and mist you see floating are actually the spiritual power in the array." Lin Shuangchen looked at the blue and blue lake surface in the clouds and explained to Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu was surprised when he heard this, thinking that the array eye was the center of the formation, the area with the most tight defense, and the most fragile position of the entire formation. How could Fanjing Mountain let outsiders know the location of the array eye?

Lin Shuangchen drifted in the wind, and a hint of yearning appeared in his beautiful eyes looking at the lake: "This formation is not afraid of the formation eye being attacked. According to legend, if you want to destroy the formation, you will not completely destroy this lake. Even if the ancestor Fanjingshan takes action, he may not have such power."

"The people from Fanjing Mountain are really confident,"

Yang Xiu scratched his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled without objection: "If it were to me, I would definitely hide the array eyes tightly, just so I would be exposed outside. I don't know if they are smart or stupid."

Yang Xiu has always had no respect for the authority and predecessors in the world of immortal cultivation. Lin Shuangchen had already understood it, so he simply turned around and kept silent. This formation is so powerful that it covers Fanjing Mountain, which is 200 miles a radius. It is a powerful person like Yang Xiu, who has no awe at all.

...

The Yulingzhai team was located in a valley fifty miles east of Fanjing Mountain. You could see a large tent from afar. There were several huge black clouds lingering around the tent. Lin Shuangchen's flying sword had just approached the five miles of the camp, and the black fog quickly gathered into a group and rushed towards this side.

Looking up, the huge, unpeng Qiyun Dragon Turtle was quietly suspended in the air. At this time, the dragon turtle did not hide its cultivation. Even though it was so far away, the wild aura that came to her face still made Yang Xiu's breathing suddenly tighten.

However, the pressure came and went quickly. The dragon turtle in the air made a long dragon roar, and the majestic sound quickly swept across the entire sky. The black fog that had almost covered the sky for half a day gathered, and the momentum of forward rushing came to an abrupt end.

At this time, Yang Xiu discovered that this "black fog" turned out to be a large group of countless birds, all of which were pitch black, even their claws and eyes were ink black. The birds did not sound at all when they flew, and it felt very strange.

Similar to the top-grade martial arts in Tianshu Pavilion, the unique Five Thunder Mo in the Xianmo Sect, the Yulingzhai inherited for thousands of years is based on the magical beast-controlling technique. If we look at the combat strength alone, these spiritual beasts are no less than magic weapons and Taoist talismans.

Looking at the magical scene in front of him, Yang Xiu felt curious. In his previous life, Yang Xiu especially liked to keep pets, and had a white Sharpei dog, a father and a son. What would it feel if the breeding object became these fierce spirit beasts in front of him?

Yang Xiu and Lin Shuangchen didn't wait long, and soon a disciple of Yu Lingzhai appeared. He politely brought the two into the camp, and his words and deeds were in moderation, which reminded me of the butlers who saw them in film and television dramas in their previous lives.

It is indeed a big sect. There is no such professional who welcomes and sends you to Tianshu Pavilion. Everyone has finally occupied a position of cultivating immortals, so there is no time to study these things.

As they went deeper, the disciples of Yulingzhai in the camp paid attention to the two of them. Lin Shuangchen's outstanding appearance would automatically attract 99% of the eyes wherever they went. However, Lin Shuangchen was still as cold as ever, as if he had not seen the earnest and enthusiastic eyes around him.

Yang Xiu looked left and right, and the doubt in his eyes became increasingly elusive: These disciples of Yulingzhai were all armed, and they were all patrol teams. No matter how they looked, they looked like they were facing a great enemy. Fifty miles away was Fanjing Mountain, what were they afraid of?

Min Qingshan stood in front of the barracks early waiting for Lin Shuangchen and Yang Xiu. The warm smile on his face made the disciples around him strange. However, when he saw Lin Shuangchen, who looked like a fairy, heard that the well-informed person named the other party's identity, everyone suddenly realized.

Before the age of twenty, he achieved the cultivation level of perfect body tempering. Even if the ancestors of Fanjing Mountain were here, he had to admit that this talent was a bit scary. In a few years, Lin Shuangchen might be the new leader of the Tianshu Pavilion.

Make good deals in advance, and there is no harm.

"Fairy Lin has a very good temperament, and it is rumored that she is not as good as meeting~"

Min Qingshan took two steps and said with a hearty smile: "I am a little jealous of Mr. Zhuji now. Why is there no such a stunning and beautiful disciple in my Yulingzhai Sect?"

Lin Shuangchen smiled and said with a tribute: "Senior praised me, the long-lasting inheritance of Yulingzhai is famous all over the world, Shuangchen is just the brilliance of rice grains."

Min Qingshan brushed his beard with his hand, nodded repeatedly with a smile, and invited the two of them into the tent.

Even when facing a giant cultivating immortal like Min Qingshan, Lin Shuangchen still looks as light as water, not close or distant. If Yang Xiu had put on such a look, he would definitely be considered a mistake. But if he had changed to Lin Shuangchen, it would make people take it for granted and even appreciate it from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at Lin Shuangchen sitting on his hands with a smile on his face, Yang Xiu shook his head and thought to himself, this is the gap between people, after all, it is still a world that looks at the face...

Lin Shuangchen is smart, but he is not good at talking. He asks Yang Xiu to say many things to the scene. Min Qingshan has long known Lin Shuangchen's temperament and doesn't care. The three of them have a happy chat.

"Old Zhuji, the old man Zhuji, is in his hands. It is a rare master of compassion in Ningguo. I have always admired him, but unfortunately I have never seen him. I wonder if your master's compassion technique has improved?" Min Qingshan asked Lin Shuangchen about the Tianshu Pavilion. When talking about the old man Zhuji, he asked with a smile.

Lin Shuangchen put his hands on his knees and replied quietly: "The head of the sect has a high level of cultivation, and we don't know the specific situation. However, when I started, the head of the sect personally divination and calculations, and found me in the vast crowd. I guess the technique of calculating has been greatly improved."

"So that's the case... It turns out that the gods are not as good as that in this regard~" A smile of surprise flashed in Min Qingshan's eyes, and then sighed sincerely.

Yang Xiu was holding a green wild fruit and was stunned. He turned his head to look at Lin Shuangchen, as if he wanted to determine whether such fortune telling words like charlatans were said from his master.

There are gods in this world, but I have never heard of fortune telling gods. The illusory fate has nothing to do with whether they can fly to the sky and escape and live forever. Yang Xiu vaguely knew that in the immortal cultivation world of Ningguo, Mr. Zhuji's wisdom was more famous than his cultivation level, but he didn't expect that he would be a charlatan.

If you can really figure out that a peerless genius will be born somewhere, and then you will rush to enter Lin Shuangchen into the Heavenly Book Pavilion before all sects, then this ability will be truly amazing to break through the sky.

"My friend Yang Xiu, you seem to know nothing about it,"
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