Yang Xiu put away the pill and spirit stone, put one hand behind his head, and lay comfortably on the bed, while observing the two blood turtle plates in his hand, while thinking about the whole thing today.

There is no doubt that the black mole man is a member of the Xianmo faction, if he participated in the matter of deceiving Liu Xian into the gambling game this time, would there be an instigation of the Xianmo faction behind it, or is it just his personal action?

If there is someone from the Immortal Ink Sect who directs it, then what is the purpose of the other party. These exercises passed on to disciples are the lowest level exercises in the early stage of body quenching, what are the Immortal Ink Sect doing with them?

And the most important thing is that Wang Gan mentioned the fire in Shanyin City before! He didn't have any entanglement with Wang Gan before entering the Tianshu Pavilion, and when the other party said this, did he really have an inside story, or was it just hearsay to vent his hatred?

Everything was confusing, and after thinking about it, Yang Xiu felt more and more sleepy. In the past half a day, he tossed in the mountains and forests, his physical strength and spirit were a little unbearable, and in his troubled thoughts, Yang Xiu quickly fell asleep.

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A few days later, early in the morning.

Fang Houdao sat on the porch and nibbled on roast chicken, looked up at the closed doors and windows of Yang Xiu's room, and knew that Yang Xiu was now meditating and cultivating on the bed, and shook his head helplessly.

As miscellaneous disciples, Yang Xiu and Fang Houdao did not have the qualifications to learn the Heavenly Book Pavilion exercises, let alone anyone to distribute spirit stones and primary pills. The monthly salary of the two of them is only half a bag of rice and a few taels of silver, and they are nominally disciples of Tianshu Pavilion, but in fact they are no different from ordinary miscellaneous servants.

Fang Houdao admired Yang Xiu's perseverance, but he also knew that without the support of the sect's resources, if he wanted to achieve something on the way to cultivating immortals, it would be more difficult than reaching the sky.

Therefore, the harder Yang Xiu worked, the more pity Old Man Fang felt, because in the future, when Yang Xiu found that there was no hope for cultivating immortals, the disappointment would undoubtedly be even greater.

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At this time, in the upstairs room, Yang Xiupan was sitting on the bed, holding a fluorescent low-grade spirit stone in his right hand, and was cultivating with his eyes closed.

Today was the first time that Yang Xiu had used the Spirit Stone and the Fire Spirit Pill to cultivate together. If Fang Houdao saw this scene, it was estimated that he would directly vomit three liters of blood - even for a formal disciple like Wang Qian, such a luxurious cultivation method would not be used a few times.

After a long time, Yang Xiucai woke up from his meditation and opened his eyes, feeling mixed feelings.

The good news is that the improvement of the cultivation speed of the lower grade spirit stone is immediate, coupled with the best fire spirit pill, as well as the self-made spirit gathering talisman, the results of the cultivation in the past few nights can almost catch up with the cultivation progress of the previous month.

If we compare the first realm to doing 100 push-ups in a row, then the double realm directly increases the difficulty to 2,000! This is far from being something that can be completed with a few desperate sprints.

"Alas...... The ancients did not deceive me, but they still had to take it step by step. Yang Xiu said to himself. Difficulties do not discourage Yang Xiu, but only make Yang Xiu's determination firmer!

Getting up and washing, Yang Xiu sat at the head of the bed and pulled out the White Deer Sword, first carefully wiped the sword body with a cotton cloth, and then patiently rubbed the blade and spine with the mysterious beast skin.

After the tea effort, the sword body that originally exuded black light showed a unique purple red, which was very beautiful.

Ordinary magic weapons are not comparable to real magic weapons, and they need to be carefully maintained by users every day, and Yang Xiu is extremely good at this white deer sword treasure, and patiently wipes and maintains it every day.

This animal skin is also a rare treasure, after these days of practice, Yang Xiu found that wiping the sword body with animal skin can preserve the spiritual power that he injected into the White Deer Sword for a longer time.

Thinking about the time when Long San had worked hard to make a wedding dress for himself, Yang Xiu couldn't help but be happy.

After cleaning up, Yang Xiu stepped downstairs. Today, I made an appointment with Liu Xian to go to Fang City to buy materials, and if I didn't go out early, the good things were snatched away by others.

"Give me some drinks when you come back,"

When Fang Houdao saw Yang Xiu going downstairs, he immediately smiled and shouted: "I want the best old burning! Ride a horse, go back quickly!"

Yang Xiu shook his head helplessly when he heard this, and went around to the back stable to bring out the old black horse.

The level of winemaking in this world is ordinary, and the strongest and most mellow wine is almost the same as boiled water in Yang Xiu.

However, there was one thing that made Yang Xiu very excited, and that was that the spirit ink deployment experiment was going well.

With the blood turtle plate as a medicine guide, Yang Xiu experimented day and night and finally prepared the first batch of ink. Hurry up and write a few spirit runes, Yang Xiu was pleasantly surprised to find that this kind of ink could slowly absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth, making the power of Dao runes soar.

Moreover, the amount of blood turtle plates it consumes is not much, and the remaining raw materials can be bought in the Fang Market, so the spirit ink of Yang's cultivation system can be said to be of good quality and quantity, which is completely sufficient.

Yang Xiu didn't mention this secret to others, because Yang Xiu knew the power of the word "monopoly".

The ancestor of the Xianmo faction was able to open the door and establish a sect with the "Five Thunder Ink", and the sect's power has lasted for thousands of years. At present, this kind of spiritual ink is still very different from the five thunder inks, but it is better to have enough development potential, and this kind of thing must be the same as the "forging pulse technique", and it can only be hidden.

Therefore, Yang Xiu burned "The Ink Treasure of the World" and other basically related ancient books very darkly, and did everything possible to prevent others from discovering this secret.

Now all the Dao talismans on Yang Xiu's body have been replaced with spirit ink products, including the spirit explosion talisman that shows its might in the mountains and forests. With such a pile of weapons of mass destruction, Yang Xiu walked on the road, his waist was straight like never before.

However, Yang Xiu rode on the horse, looked at the guard disciples around the mountain road, and scratched his eyebrows with some puzzlement.

The guards of the Heavenly Book Pavilion are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and it seems that they can enter and exit at will, but in fact, there are countless immortal cultivators guarding the core area. If there was no waist card, Yang Xiu wouldn't even be able to pass the road near Tianshu Peak.

But today is very different.

The avenue leading to Tianshu Peak was unfurled with flags and heavily guarded. The disciples in twos and threes were dressed in black and white robes, dotted around the field of vision, examining the pedestrians on the road, these were the law enforcement disciples of the Bingdao Hall, and their duty was to guard the Tianshu Pavilion and enforce the door rules.

This formation is strange and scary, why did the guards suddenly become so many......

Yang Xiu thought about it in his heart, but the old black horse under the seat suddenly stopped for some reason, and then left the avenue and trotted straight to the right, almost throwing Yang Xiu, who was thinking about it, off the horse.

Yang Xiu was taken aback, looked up at the front, and immediately tightened the reins and scolded: "You foodie, you think about this all day long, stop quickly!"

At this time, the direction of the old black horse galloping wildly was verdant, and the bamboo sea was turbulent, which was the forbidden place of the male disciples of Tianshu Pavilion - Xiaomeng Mountain!

Yang Xiu didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, the old black horse directly spread his hooves and accelerated towards the bamboo forest. At this time, the old black horse looked greedy, and the saliva in the horse's mouth rushed out, making Yang Xiu stunned.

"Lao Tzu, this is the first time I've seen a gluttonous horse that can drool!"

Yang Xiu laughed angrily, tightening the reins didn't work, he simply jumped off the horse and grabbed the greedy black horse. You can't break into this place casually, you can break the door rules and be caught by this group of unsympathetic girls, and there is no good fruit to eat for one person or one horse.

Yang Xiu originally wanted to use brute force to pull the old black horse back, but he never thought that this thing was extremely powerful, and with Yang Xiu's current strength, he couldn't pull it! Yang Xiu was afraid that he would hurt it too hard, and he was a little stalemate for a while.

Since the last time he tasted the "deliciousness" of bamboo in Xiaomeng Mountain, the old black horse has sneaked to the neighborhood more than once to steal bamboo. In the past, I just secretly nibbled a few bites when I passed by, but today I am at the gate of Xiaomeng Mountain!

Is it okay to be seen?

However, Yang Xiu, who was anxious and angry, didn't notice that above his head, a richly decorated carriage floated out of the bamboo forest in Xiaomeng Mountain, and two strange beasts with pure white fur and white hooves stepped on auspicious clouds, pulling the carriage and flying straight to the north.

However, not long after flying out, the carriage turned back in the air and landed lightly on the side of the road at the foot of Xiaomeng Mountain. A young girl in a green shirt pushed the door out, stepped out of the carriage, and tiptoed behind Yang Xiu.

"Old horse is obedient, good, wait for me to go back and buy you high-quality forage to eat, okay?"

Yang Xiu persuaded the old black horse bitterly, but this old horse had a donkey temper, a pair of big eyes staring at the bamboo forest in the distance, just didn't look back, Yang Xiuqi's one Buddha out of the body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and he had to use his arms and sleeves.

"Haha~ Yang Xiu, why did you change to a stableman?"

A clear and familiar voice came from behind, Yang Xiu was stunned, and the reins in his hand couldn't help but loosen for a moment. Seeing the opportunity, the old black horse stumbled violently, broke free from Yang Xiu's hands, and ran to the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Xiu couldn't care about this foodie, so he immediately turned around and saw the girl in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but light up: "Hey, ...... you?"

The girl in front of her was dressed in a bright green shirt, her long black hair was tied into two long braids in front of her, and her snow-white calves poked out from under the skirt, and the red bead chain on her ankles contrasted with each other, which was intoxicating.

As for those dark eyes and lovely dimples, even if it wasn't the first time he saw them, Yang Xiu was still slightly electrified. The person in front of her is none other than the mysterious girl who has met Yang Xiu a few times in Shanyin City, Xin Xiaoyu.

Yang Xiu was halfway through his words, and he wanted to ask, "Why are you here?", but his eyes swept over the battle behind Xin Xiaoyu, and Yang Xiu swallowed his words back.

The carriage behind Xin Xiaoyu is snow-white, it looks like it is not stone or jade, and the dense immortal seal carvings can be faintly seen on the carriage chassis, which should belong to some kind of high-level flying magic weapon.

As for those two spirit beasts, Yang Xiu had seen them in a certain classic, called "Lingyun Ju", and depending on the grade, each was worth hundreds or even thousands of spirit stones.

A middle-aged Taoist priest and a young maid stood beside the carriage, although they did not move, but Yang Xiu instinctively felt a trace of unease and danger, especially the Taoist priest with scorched eyebrows, who felt a chill in his back when Yang Xiu was glanced at by the other party.

Yang Xiu, who had entered the second layer of the quenching body, had extremely keen senses, and now he could vaguely feel that these two people were immortal cultivators who had cultivated well.

It turned out that Yang Xiu just felt that Xin Xiaoyu's identity was extraordinary, and looking at the current battle, I am afraid that the word "very" would have to be added in front.

"Hee-hee, do you remember me~"

Xin Xiaoyu's curiosity was written on his face, his dark eyes looked Yang Xiu up and down, tilted his head and smiled, "I remember that you were on the top of the list in the entrance examination, how could you come to be a miscellaneous disciple?"