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Kenshingrass:

Type: Magic Herb

Quality: Rare

Item Level: 10

Description:

At a certain stage of the plane's transcendent civilization, this is a magical herb that was once widely used by a group of transcendents called "Sword Cultivator", which can be refined into a magic item called "Sword Pill", and used as a necessary thing for their cultivation of flying swords.

Use:

1. Refining the Sword Pill

2. The remaining use is unknown

- This information is provided by the plane's consciousness

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Flying swords?

Yi Chun thought about it, he thought that this thing might have some use.

After this period of understanding, he has gradually come to know the composition of the extraordinary power of this world.

Of course, maybe it's just part of it......

And the legend about the sword immortal occupies a large part of the extraordinary legends of this world.

Moreover, this thing can probably go straight to the heart of everyone who has the relevant cultural heritage.

Even Yi Chun, who doesn't like those bells and whistles, thinks that flying swords or something are indeed coool!

After thinking about it, or maybe not thinking much about it at all, Yi Chun sensed the state of his surroundings.

Well, there is no one peeping at ......

So, he climbed straight up on the fog and stopped on top of the weed.

Under Yi Chun's weight, the weed was naturally pressed down.

From the outside, it really doesn't differ from ordinary weeds.

Then, Yi Chun sneakily glanced to both sides.

Without anyone noticing, he quietly slashed open the cliff with the claws hidden under him.

Then, with lightning speed, he put the weed into his inventory.

Sensing the sword heart grass in the backpack of the item, Yi Chun continued to pull it on the cliff a few times, and quickly left the scene after destroying the traces of the crime......

On the other side, the old Taoist who tasted a cup of tea in the north returned to the mountain.

The old Taoist looked in the direction of the little Taoist priest's remaining line.

Looking at Yu Xing, the little Taoist priest who was crawling down with a bitter face, he nodded slightly.

Then, as if noticing something, the old Taoist looked thoughtfully at a new mark of damage on the cliff......

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"Drill girl's skirt was beaten?"

Looking at the little Taoist Yu Xing who ran back with dust and sweat stains on his face, the fat Taoist in charge of the kitchen asked happily.

"Why! I followed my brother up the mountain to ......"

Hearing the sound, Yu Xing, the little Taoist priest who was washing his face with the cold water from the faucet outside the dining room, suddenly raised his head and retorted.

"Oh, I heard you've gone to other people's places of practice."

"What, you want to say you ran there to climb the mountain?"

"When I was eating today, there were female disciples who asked which disciple the Taoist priest who walked the cat was!"

The fat Taoist deliberately raised his voice, and he looked at the little Taoist Yu Xing narrowly and said.

"Nothing! I ......"

The little Taoist Yu Xing's face turned red instantly, but as soon as he thought that he had indeed run to someone else's territory, it was not easy to say.

It's all to blame on Senior Brother!

The little Taoist priest Yu Xing rubbed his face, and then ran into the dining room to find something to eat.

The fat Taoist didn't say much, just laughed.

"This kid is also a fateful one."

The fat Taoist seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly said with emotion.

"Huh? Got a play? ”

The Taoist priest who had a dining room next to him leaned over and asked.

"You know a fart, this thing is like a stall cake, touch it, don't do it, don't dilute it, go there, it's not deflated. Hey, that's it! It's called just right! ”

The fat Taoist squinted at him, then patted his head with his chubby hand and said:

"Don't think about it if you have a deflated dough, and I will practice Ku Ding's kung fu with my master for a few years."

"It's like the dead dough, although I don't like it, but I can't stand hunger, and I can always find a ...... who is dying of hunger."

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"Senior brother, you killed me!"

Not long after eating, Yi Chun, who was taking a nap in the courtyard outside the dining room, was woken up by Yu Xing, a little Taoist priest with a bitter face.

meow

Yi Chun glanced at the little Taoist Yu Xing with not very friendly eyes, and he was thinking about what name to beat this kid.

"The master wants me to climb the mountain to bring you food at noon every day in the future, and it can't be cold yet!"

"Why don't I bring you cucumbers, senior brother, cucumbers are more delicious when they are chilled......"

After feeling Yi Chun's increasingly dangerous gaze, the little Taoist priest stopped complaining.

It suddenly occurred to him that Senior Brother didn't seem to be much safer than Senior Brother......

The little Taoist priest who subconsciously touched his face, Yu Xing, stepped back.

Although at this distance, he felt that it was useless for the senior brother.

But he felt that he still had the confidence to cover his face before his senior brother came out.

And after hearing the words of the little Taoist Yu Xing, Yi Chun felt that he was still more tolerant of this junior brother.

Although with his ability, it doesn't take much time to run to eat.

But just like a college student ordering takeaway from a restaurant downstairs, this thing is actually two tastes.

However, he reckoned that he was acting as a tool meow in it.

Because after that, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing took out a book from the cloth pocket behind him:

"This is what the master asked me to bring to you, saying that it means the ancestor."

Yi Chun looked at the book that the little Taoist priest Yu Xing had placed on the ground, and then he smelled a strong smell of toner.

Newly printed?

Yi Chun pulled the book over, and the cover was an ordinary piece of hard paper, on which were printed the words "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance".

may be afraid that others will understand, and there is a simplified gaze next to it:

"The First Solution of the Sword Pill"

Yi Chun: ???

His eyes widened suddenly, then he glanced quickly at his backpack of belongings.

Well, Kenshin grass is still ......

No, how did he know?

The frequency of Yi Chun's tail shaking began to change treacherously, it was sometimes slow, sometimes fast, just like Yi Chun's stormy heart.

Or does he really know?

Yi Chun looked at the little Taoist priest Yu Xing, who was a little overwhelmed, and was speculating in his heart.

If he didn't know, then why did he send this "The First Solution of the Sword Pill".

If he knew, then why did he send this copy of "The First Solution of Jiandan"......

Or was he just suspicious?

Yi Chun felt that unless he opened his mouth to ask the old Taoist, the probability of these three possibilities was the same.

Yi Chun suddenly felt like a cat in a box......

However, he felt that it might not be that complicated.

Because, Yi Chun suddenly thought of why it was the little Taoist priest Yu Xing who came to deliver this book.

As a reward for the tool?

Yi Chun felt that this was very reasonable......

Then, under the unclear gaze of the little Taoist Yu Xing, Yi Chun jumped on the shoulder of the little Taoist Yu Xing and gently patted him on the shoulder with his paws.

Then, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing saw Yi Chun pointing at the "Initial Solution of the Sword Pill" below......