Fanjing Mountain has a respected status in the world of cultivating immortals, and the method of cultivating immortals must be unique. Most of the exercises that the other party took out for everyone to recite were only low-grade and lower-level exercises, but Yang Xiu was now eager for all the knowledge of cultivating immortals, and these things were definitely worth seeing.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiu tied the somewhat restless old black horse to his side, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the pavilion.

When he got closer to Yang Xiu, he found that in addition to Liu Wenzhong, there was also an elder of Tianshu Pavilion, this thin and tall figure with high cheekbones, it was Situ Yong, the elder of Bingdao Hall!

Yang Xiu already knew that this person was Wang Gan's master, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous when he saw the other party here. However, Situ Yong's demeanor was as usual, as if he didn't know anything, which made Yang Xiu more or less relieved.

On the side of Fanjing Mountain, the Huangmei Taoist priest who was with Xin Xiaoyu before was also there, but the other party didn't look at Yang Xiu, just stood in place like a stone man.

Yang Xiu was relieved, it turned out that Xiaoyu was really a person in Fanjing Mountain, but he didn't know what her status was in Fanjing Mountain.

Yang Xiu saluted several elders one by one, and his expression was neither arrogant nor humble. It's just that Liu Wenzhong's eyes looking at Yang Xiu were a little weird, which made Yang Xiu a little confused.

The people of Fanjing Mountain were also looking at this young man in a miscellaneous Taoist robe with great interest, and their expressions could not hide their surprise.

"Disciple Yang Xiu, if you want to try the test of reciting immortal texts, I don't know how to set the rules for reciting?" Yang Xiu asked politely after finishing his salute and towards the people of Fanjing Mountain.

"Turn the page and start the timer,"

A middle-aged immortal cultivator in a green robe pointed to the drip on the side and explained with a smile: "The water in the drip stops as soon as it runs out, if you can remember any article in this book, then you win." There are several things on the table, and you can choose any one as a reward. ”

A drip is a copper pot-shaped utensil with a small hole in the bottom that starts dripping water when the pot is filled with water. Depending on the volume, the time required for the water to drip is also different, depending on the size of the drip, the time required should not exceed half an hour.

Yang Xiu nodded in understanding, and walked to the desk to get started. At this time, the disciples on the street of Fangshi also saw that someone was challenging the recitation, and they all gathered around curiously.

However, seeing Yang Xiu dressed in the clothes of a miscellaneous disciple, many people showed surprised expressions, and said in their hearts that so many formal disciples and even inner disciples had not succeeded, and a miscellaneous disciple came to join in the fun.

"Immortal cultivators, talent and hard work are indispensable, the miscellaneous disciples in the Heavenly Book Pavilion all have such a self-motivated heart, you need to understand it well. The green-robed immortal cultivator nodded approvingly, and then said to a few young disciples of Fanjing Mountain behind him.

Although several young people nodded yes, their expressions were arrogant, obviously not caring, and the gaze that looked at Yang Xiu could not hide their contempt. The miscellaneous disciples didn't even have the qualifications to practice the exercises, so could they still have any amazing performances?

At this time, Yang Xiu had already seen the classics on the wooden table, and there were only two big words "scriptures" on the gray cover, and there was nothing else. A few items that were regarded as rewards were placed next to it, Yang Xiu picked up the book and had not opened it, so he casually glanced at the side, and the corners of his eyebrows couldn't help jumping.

This is......!?

There were three things on the table, a beautifully carved jade pendant, a golden gourd, and a few thumb-sized, crystal-clear spirit stones.

Yang Xiu's gaze swept over the three things, and he quickly locked onto the small golden gourd. The gourd is less than two inches long, with a pale golden sheen and two purple-red young leaves at the top, the meridians of which are clearly visible.

This is the Purple Leaf Spirit Gourd!

Yang Xiu was browsing through the group of books in the Liushu Hall, and had once seen the introduction of this precious spiritual grass in a dilapidated classic.

The purple-leaved spirit gourd only grows in the extreme north of the country, which is cold all year round. In addition to being used as a refining elixir, this small gourd also has a very special function in its seeds, which is to enhance the spiritual intelligence of the spirit beast!

The world is huge, and there are all kinds of demons and spirit beasts. Whether it is a thousand-year-old tree or a natural spirit fox, they all have the opportunity to open their spiritual wisdom on their own and practice the exercises like immortal cultivators, in order to live forever.

Some immortal cultivators choose those with higher qualifications to adopt and domesticate, and when they become adults, they will have special uses, and the two spirit beasts that believe in Xiaoyu are good examples. Some immortal cultivation sects have mountain protection spirit beasts, which is also a truth.

Most spirit beasts are slow to open their spiritual intelligence, and their movements can take hundreds of years. The seeds of this purple-leaf spirit gourd accelerated the opening of the spirit beast's spiritual intelligence, making it grow its strength faster. Thinking of this, Yang Xiu suddenly thought that the old black horse looked impatient before, and it was very likely that he smelled the smell of the purple leaf spirit gourd and was attracted to it.

What really excited Yang Xiu was that at the end of the ancient book that recorded the Purple Leaf Spirit Gourd, there was also a small thing that was insignificant to an immortal cultivator - the seeds of the Purple Leaf Spirit Gourd were also effective for humans!

However, the talent of the human race for cultivating immortals is very peculiar, and someone is naturally intelligent, so he is not necessarily suitable for cultivating immortals; The Purple Leaf Spirit Gourd is taken by humans, which can only improve limited intelligence, and is useless for cultivating immortals.

So no one would waste the Purple Leaf Spirit Gourd on ordinary people. Moreover, in the eyes of most people, a spirit beast is undoubtedly much more important than a mortal.

The author of that ancient book probably just confirmed by chance that the spirit gourd seed was effective for mortals by some means, and recorded it casually.

But this news is too important to Yang Xiu, with the Purple Leaf Spirit Gourd in hand, won't Huzi be able to return to normal?

How long can Liu Xian take care of Huzi when he steps into the path of cultivating immortals and leaves Huzi who has no ability to live in Shanyin City? Could it be that one day when he leaves Sanyin City, he will let Huzi fend for himself?

Yang Xiu regards Huzi as a brother, this is not only a matter of emotional abandonment, but also a heart barrier that cannot be bypassed in the process of Yang Xiu's cultivation of immortals. Only by letting Huzi return to normal and live an ordinary life can Yang Xiu be free of worries and go farther and farther on the road of cultivating immortals.

The scene when he broke through the bottleneck last time is still vivid, and thinking of this, Yang Xiu's mind is even more determined: No matter what the other two things are, I have chosen this purple leaf spirit gourd!

After calming down, Yang Xiu turned the pages of the book and quickly browsed. At the same time, the dripping faucet is also opened, and the timer begins.

This sutra is ten pages long, and there are four separate exercises, namely the Anxin Sutra, the Shuluo Sutra, the Wuxin Sutra, and the Mixed Yuan Sutra. The shortest Anxin Sutra is only more than 800 words, and the longest Mixed Yuan Sutra is more than 3,000 words, of which the Mixed Yuan Sutra is all written by the ancient seal script, which is quite difficult to read.

Yang Xiu was not greedy for merit, but for the sake of safety, he chose the simplest "Peace of Mind Sutra" and memorized it silently in his heart.

The green-robed monk stared at Yang Xiu, who had closed his eyes and was silent, with great interest, very interested in this miscellaneous disciple.

Of those present, only the green-robed friars knew that this text, which was handed down from antiquity, was of limited value. The first three articles only teach people to develop their own potential and suppress their inner demons, so as to improve the efficiency of cultivating immortals and the probability of breaking through bottlenecks, and their difficulty increases step by step.

The last Mixed Yuan Sutra should be the core exercise of the entire Sutra, and it should be the most powerful. But so far, no one, including the ancestor of Fanjing Mountain, has been able to understand the mystery, and he can't even understand even a word in the Mixed Yuan Sutra.

Therefore, all the great powers of Fanjing Mountain, including the elders of several other sects, asserted that the last article should be a joke made by an ancient monk, and it did not belong to the category of immortal texts at all.

Generally speaking, the more difficult the exercise, the higher its value, but if it is so difficult that everyone racks their brains and cannot understand it thoroughly, its value will fall from the peak to the bottom of the valley and become worthless.