"Junwu, bring me the clothes."

Ling Junwu walked to the pool with his clothes and stood still, looked at his brother who was lying comfortably in the hot spring water, and squatted down to pick up a handful of wet long hair: "Brother, you are really addicted to me!" ”

Ling Huisheng raised his hand and touched it, the water sounded, and he pinched it on that smooth and delicate face: "What, isn't Jun Wu unwilling?" ”

"Yes!" Ling Junwu lengthened his voice and deliberately sighed heavily, "Thank you brother for taking care of me since I was a child, and now it is Junwu's turn to take care of you, so it is naturally a matter of course." ”

Ling Huisheng chuckled: "I'm afraid my brother will have to rely on Jun Wu in the future." ”

"My brother really loves to laugh." Ling Junwu put his clothes aside, put his hands on his brother's shoulders and kneaded them, "Are we going to stay here?" Didn't my brother say that he would return to the cultivation realm immediately? ”

Ling Huisheng closed his eyes and enjoyed the service behind him: "Stay for a while, you may be able to get something useful here, the Huangquan Flower in your body has not been completely refined, you can also take advantage of this time to familiarize yourself with your new powers, and master them as much as possible." Looking back at Ling Junwu with a smile and said, "It's also time to prepare for your formation of the Golden Pill and the Advanced Dan Formation Stage." ”

Ling Junwu took advantage of the interval between the massage to eat tofu, stared at his brother's white neck, and replied absentmindedly: "But I don't have the feeling of breaking through." ”

"It's just for you to prepare in advance, it's still early to form a golden pill."

"How about that brother help me prepare?" Ling Junwu pressed one hand on the edge of the pool, lowered his head and lay on Ling Huisheng's shoulder.

"Jun Wu, is this coquettish with me?"

"Spoiled?" Ling Junwu's tail was raised, he straightened up and pinched his brother's shoulder in a proper manner, in fact, he was obviously tempting.

A token appeared out of thin air in Ling Huisheng's hand, a small pure black sign engraved with a small silver arrow, flowing with some special power, this token is the symbol of the status of the Yuan Infant Monk in this special area, with this token, you can enter and exit here at will, without any restrictions.

Ling Junwu took the token and shook it off with a puzzled look: "What is this going to do?" ”

"There seems to be a lot of interesting stuff in this trading city, go play!"

"Am I alone? What about my brother? ”

"I need to adjust the power within a □□." Ling Huisheng stretched out his hand flat on the surface of the water, just submerging his palm, and the surface of the water rippled in circles, and the amplitude of the vibration gradually expanded, and the pool suddenly set off a stormy wave.

Ling Junwu watched a large splash of water splash on him, without doing any protection, he was poured from head to foot by the spring water, his whole body was soaked, his clothes were tightly attached to his body, and he suddenly turned into a soup chicken.

"What's wrong with my brother's body?" Ling Junwu jumped into the pool and grabbed the outstretched hand.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that because of the cultivation of the Yuan infant stage, the strength is a little unstable for the time being, just sort it out a little."

"Is it really okay?" Ling Junwu was not reassured.

"Don't worry, if something really happens, I won't hide it from you."

Ling Junwu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at himself, and glanced over with a complaining look: "What is Brother Fang Cai doing?" ”

Ling Huisheng let one of his palms be tightly held by Ling Junwu, and splashed the water with his other hand, chuckling: "I just wanted to try the strength in my current body, and I accidentally lost control." ”

Ling Junwu silently got up and stepped out of the pool, turned his back to Ling Huisheng and said, "I'll go out first, you wash slowly by yourself!" ”

When he walked straight to the door, he could still hear the irrepressible laughter behind him, Ling Junwu looked at the sky and sighed, this Ling Huisheng, his brother! But I really like to tease him more and more.

Although he said this, but when he looked closely, the corners of Ling Junwu's mouth curved into a heartfelt arc.

With a happy mood, Ling Junwu was about to step out of the area of the Yuan Infant Cultivator.

"Hello, please stop, monks below the Yuan Infant Stage, without the guidance of the master, they are not allowed to enter and exit the 'Pure Yang Palace' at will." A guard stepped out in front of Ling Junwu, blocking the way.

Ling Junwu didn't say much, just showed the token engraved with a small silver arrow in pure black, put it in front of the guard's eyes, raised his eyebrows and smiled, his posture was very arrogant.

The guard looked at the token in surprise, the power emitted on it was absolutely impossible to be forged, and hurriedly stepped back and said, "Sorry, please!" ”

Ling Junwu stepped out of here with his head held high.

The guard returned to his companion, and the other guard stared at the back of Ling Junwu, who had already walked out, and asked, "Who the hell is this, the predecessor of the Yuan Infant Stage actually gave his identity token in the 'Pure Yang Palace' to the person who followed him?" That guy looks pretty proud, tsk! Presumably, his status is not low in front of his infant senior! ”

"Perhaps!" Looking at the person who has gone away, this guard's eyes can't see what the situation is, this person he has the impression that he came in with a very unique temperament and full of nobility, he thought that this person was just a plaything that the senior put by his side, now it seems that this person has a lot of status in the heart of that senior, and even such an important token was given to him.

In the "Pure Yang Palace", if there is no token, even the Yuan Infant Stage Monk who has already entered here cannot move around at will.

When Ling Junwu walked out of here, he looked back, only to see a plaque hanging on the tall hall door, with the words "Pure Yang Palace" written on it.

"It turns out that this place is called 'Pure Yang Palace'?" Ling Junwu muttered to himself and left here.

There is a very large Exchange Square in the Exchange City, and in this square, all the monks in the city, regardless of their cultivation level, can trade here.

Ling Junwu stepped here, looked at the scene of the crowd, patted his sleeve and walked into the crowd.

There are countless things to trade here, and of course, there are some high-grade treasures among them.

Ling Junwu looked around aimlessly, and a very delicate purple hosta suddenly came into view, the hairpin was carved with extremely detailed patterns, the hairpin head was hollowed, and there was a white pearl inside, but it was reflected by the purple jade and wrapped in a layer of light purple color.

Although this hairpin looks very beautiful, it is not actually used by female monks to wear hairpins, but by male monks.

"This hairpin seems to be very suitable for my brother." Ling Junwu muttered to himself, stepped forward and asked, "What do you want to ......use for this hairpin?"

Before he finished speaking, the hairpin was suddenly taken away by a hand that suddenly stretched out next to him.

"I want this hairpin."

Ling Junwu turned his head to look over, and completely controlled his expression for a moment, because this person turned out to be Moxi, and said with a little displeasure: "This fellow Daoist, this hairpin is the first to look at. ”

"But I got my hands on it first." Mo Xi said unhurriedly, looking Ling Junwu up and down, looking at this face that he had never seen before but was a little inexplicably familiar, there was a little more doubt in his heart, "Have I ever seen Your Excellency anywhere?" ”

Ling Junwu glanced at Mo Xi: "I don't remember seeing such a brazen person as you there, if you like this hairpin, I will let it go to you." ”

Ling Huisheng used some disguised means on his body, which ordinary cultivators couldn't see, and as for this Moxi, I am afraid that he would not be able to recognize his identity.

Mo Xi's eyes turned cold: "You are bold, don't you think you can have no scruples in this trading city?" ”

Ling Junwu shook off a disdainful look.

"There's a flower thief!" A shrill female voice roared around the place.

I saw a beautiful female cultivator scurrying around with a frightened face, shouting as she ran: "In broad daylight, there are such rampant thieves, pity me a weak woman who is going to be poisoned by the wicked!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you woman!" A hideous-looking demon cultivator yelled at the slender back fleeing in front of him, and the expression on his face looked like he couldn't bear the female monk in front of him.

This person was followed by a monk with a slightly elegant temperament, and nodded apologetically to the people around him: "Everyone, I'm sorry, that woman is a Taoist companion and likes to mess around." As he spoke, there was a helpless expression on his face.

"Nonsense!" The nun in front of her did not look back into the crowd.

Mo Xi was still in a stalemate with Ling Junwu, he felt that he must have seen this person, there was a sudden commotion behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a woman rushing towards him, and he didn't see any movement under his feet, so he moved his body to the side to avoid the person who hit him.

Ling Junwu saw the opportunity and quickly struck out as Moxi moved, and actually snatched the purple hosta from him.

"You!" Mo Xi looked at Ling Junwu in surprise, did he underestimate this person, or did this person hide his cultivation?

Ling Junwu grabbed the woman who was about to fall to the ground, and carried her clothes in disgust: "I said, where are you messing around again?" ”

This woman was the one he and his brother had met not far from the Exchange City, and at that time, two demon cultivators were chasing her.

Ling Junwu looked at the two demon cultivators who had already chased over, who were the original pursuers, and stepped forward and asked, "Who are you who dare to pester my maid?" ”

At this time, Bi Shui has almost lost all his strength, and he can't think more about this inexplicable man, besides, even if this person has bad intentions, it's better than falling into the hands of those two ugly monsters, right?

Bishui scolded in his heart: Those two bastards dare to drug me, if you fall into my hands one day, you will definitely let you taste the power of this girl!

"Who are you? Hand that over! ”

Ling Junwu looked down at the two of them in a downward posture, took out a token from his bosom very calmly, threw it up and down in his hand, and looked at the two opposite each other with a smile.

The black token, engraved with a small silver arrow, carries a unique power on the token, indicating the identity of the person holding the token.

"Pure Yang Palace!" The crowd exclaimed.