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Yang Xiu's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to shout with a bitter face: "Uncle Shi, don't look at him sleeping, in fact, Huzi was spelled by someone, and I can't wake up no matter how I get it!"

The corners of Liu Wenzhong's mouth curled slightly, he smiled and didn't speak, he looked down at Huzi, and his right index finger swiped a few times in the air. I saw a light red word "Qing" fluttering out of Liu Wenzhong's fingertips, and it fell on Huzi's head with a beautiful point of light.

Yang Xiu kept his eyes peeled, looking at Liu Wenzhong's understatement, and admired it in his heart. This kind of practice of writing immortal texts in the air is the same as the principle of Dao Fu, but the realm is very different.

However, after half a pillar of incense, Huzi's snoring gradually weakened, and he sat up in a daze, opened his eyes and saw Yang Xiu, and his eyes couldn't help but keep looking.

"Huzi!haha! Huzi, are you okay, I'm Brother Yang!" Yang Xiu was ecstatic when he saw this, and almost shouted at Huzi with a roar.

"Brother Yang?"

When Huzi saw Yang Xiu, a flash of light immediately appeared in his dull eyes, and then he hugged Yang Xiu and cried: "Brother Yang, where have you been? I thought you didn't want me anymore, my mother is dead, and you don't want me anymore...... Woo ah......"

Huzi looks like an adult, but in fact, his mind is only equivalent to a child of three or four years old, Yang Xiu hugged Huzi tightly, listening to Huzi's loud cry without scruples, his eyes were slightly wet but he couldn't hold back tears.

However, this situation will not last long, Yang Xiu thought silently.

"Hurry up, thank you, Uncle Liu. After the initial joy, Yang Xiu pulled Huzi up and pointed at Liu Wenzhong and said. However, Huzi saw that Liu Wenzhong had an extraordinary demeanor and carried a long sword at his waist, so he was instinctively a little scared, and cowered and hid behind Yang Xiu.

"Okay, what are you talking nonsense. Liu Wenzhong looked at Huzi with a smile, and then glared at Yang Xiu. The realm of cultivating immortals and mortals are completely different realms, and when you see it, you can directly call it an immortal, where is there such a chaotic ranking of generations as Yang Xiu.

"Uncle Liu, why are you here, could it be that Liu Xian flew back with long wings?" Yang Xiu calmed down at this time and couldn't help but ask strangely.

Liu Wenzhong was also full of doubts, and was curious about how Yang Xiu could appear here. After Yang Xiu took out the note and told the story again, it was suddenly possible to connect the matter before and after.

In fact, the first time Yang Xiu saw Liu Wenzhong, he figured out the whole thing - it must have been Liu Wenzhong who seriously injured Situ Yong, and then he chased all the way here, found the ancient temple, and then found himself who was running wildly.

Yang Xiu omitted the fierce battle in the ancient temple when recounting the incident, but said that when he went to the ancient temple to save the tiger, he only saw black ash and burning clothes on the ground.

"Didn't you see anyone else in the ancient temple?" Liu Wenzhong asked, staring at Yang Xiu after listening.

"No,"

Yang Xiu blinked and said innocently, but at the same time, his right hand pretended to touch his waist that was a little swollen unintentionally, and he trembled when he saw Liu Wenzhong's eyes, and said with a bitter face: "I just picked up two black things there......"

Liu Wenzhong pursed his lips imperceptibly, stretched out his hand at Yang Xiu, and watched Yang Xiu take out a small black stick from his arms, as well as a jade pendant that was broken into three pieces.

In fact, Liu Wenzhong had already used his divine sense to sweep Yang Xiu and the two from head to toe, and immediately found the two things that Yang Xiu was carrying in his waist, so he just wanted to tease Yang Xiu.

Liu Wenzhong didn't believe that it was Situ Yong who was killed by Yang Xiu at all.

When it comes to Situ Yong's kind of cultivation, he usually doesn't need to deliberately use spells, and the movements within a radius of more than ten steps can't escape his ears and eyes, and even people's heartbeats and breathing can be heard clearly. If Yang Xiu tried to sneak attack, what he saw in the ancient temple would be Yang Xiu's corpse.

But looking at the things in his hand, Liu Wenzhong still had doubts in his heart.

However, there should only be these few broken magic weapons, Situ Yong should at least carry the Sumeru bag with him, could it be that he was destroyed by his own sword array before? Liu Wenzhong thought in his heart.

"Hey, uncle,"

Yang Xiu rubbed his hands, his eyes did not leave the two black things, and said with a thief smile: "I don't think these two things are ordinary, the densely carved ones are all immortal texts, you definitely can't look at it, it's better to leave it to me~"

"This is the wreckage of the magic weapon,"

Liu Wenzhong couldn't figure out the trick, and when he looked up and saw Yang Xiu staring at the two things, his saliva was about to flow out, he shook his head and smiled: "It's okay to give it to you, but these two magic weapons have been completely destroyed and are already waste, just take a look, don't mess around and make it dangerous." ”

Yang Xiu nodded hurriedly, took the thing and smiled.

"In addition, this thing must not be shown, otherwise you will get into trouble, remember?" Liu Wenzhong solemnly warned.

"Yes, yes, I'll be careful. Yang Xiu nodded.

There are too few intact magic weapons, not to mention Yang Xiu, even for Liu Wenzhong, they are very precious, and this kind of opportunity to study other people's magic weapons is hard to come by.

Yang Xiu understood as soon as he thought about it, Liu Wenzhong valued his immortal talent and had the heart to fulfill himself, so he was very grateful in his heart.

Liu Wenzhong asked the two to go directly back to San'in City, and he took off into the air and flew in the other direction. Yang Xiumu sent Liu Wenzhong's figure into a little black spot, turned around and smiled and pinched Huzi's face: "Let's go, go home~"

......

It was later found out that it was Situ Yong who transferred the left-behind disciples of Shanyin City, and Wang Qian took the opportunity to kidnap Huzi, as for the hidden situation behind it, Liu Wenzhong did not mention it to Yang Xiu, and returned to Tianshu Pavilion on the same day.

No one knew that Yang Xiu knew more than everyone imagined, but he was so happy to pretend to be stupid.

However, there was one thing that surprised and moved Yang Xiu. Liu Xian went back to Tianshu Pavilion to find reinforcements, and the old dark horse seemed to know that Yang Xiu was in danger, so he ran wildly all the way, and it only took less than two hours to go back and forth.

When Yang Xiu saw Liu Xian, the old dark horse that the other party sat down almost ran out of strength, and when he saw Yang Xiu, he had a rare "true feelings", and his ears and temples were very affectionate, Yang Xiu's heart was moved, and he said that he usually didn't hurt you in vain~

Liu Xian's house, in the backyard.

Huzi came back safely to make Liu Xian's family breathe a sigh of relief, and put on a banquet to entertain Yang Xiu and Huzi, Yang Xiu also made an exception and drank two large jars of wine at the banquet.

Yang Xiu was really happy in his heart, not only because Huzi had returned safely, but also because he held the purple leaf spirit gourd in his hand, as long as he thought of it, he was extremely excited.

After eating and drinking, Yang Xiu took Huzi to his room, and immediately took out the purple leaf spirit gourd and split it with the white deer sword. The inside of the gourd contains rich spiritual power, and as soon as it is split, there is a green wooden spiritual power floating out, floating all over the room, making people feel refreshed.

When the spiritual power dissipated, he saw the only seed at the bottom of the gourd, which was as clear as crystal. The spiritual power in the seed escaped slightly, and at a glance, it was a rare elixir.

Yang Xiu gave the seed to Huzi and waited for Huzi to fall asleep, and then pasted a few health talismans around him, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It would take about three or four days to completely absorb the medicinal effects of the Purple Leaf Linghu. During this period, there is naturally a special person in the house to take care of it to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

......

After arranging the tiger, Yang Xiu went out of the city alone, followed the city wall all the way to the east, and came to a remote and quiet forest.

Today's weather is beautiful, the sun shines in late spring and early summer, and the sound of leaves dancing in my ears is everywhere. Yang Xiu came to the depths of the woods, a tombstone stood quietly, the tomb behind the tombstone was clean and neat, and there was no weed in sight, which showed that people often repaired it.

On the front of the tombstone, it is engraved with "The Spirit of the Deceased Mother Liu"

This is the place where Aunt Liu rested after her death.

At that time, Yang Xiu was furious, and he only thought about revenge, and after the war, he was taken to Tianshu Mountain by Liu Wenzhong, and Aunt Liu's aftermath was arranged by Liu Xian.

Because Huzi doesn't remember Aunt Liu's real name, there is not even Aunt Liu's name on this tombstone.

"Auntie, I'm back......"

Yang Xiu knelt in front of the tombstone, caressing the cold tombstone, his heart was no longer as painful as it was at the beginning, but it was replaced by irrepressible thoughts, and scenes of the past poured into his mind.

But Yang Xiu was not immersed in this emotion, but always reminded himself of the fact that Aunt Liu was dead and could never come back.

If you only indulge in pain, then when you encounter a mirage about Aunt Liu when you break through the bottleneck of cultivation, you will inevitably fall into it and can't extricate yourself, and only by reminding yourself of the difference between the real world and the illusion can you break through safely.

Yang Xiu was firm in his heart, knowing that it was impossible for him to cultivate the Ruthless Dao, but he would never affect the cultivation of immortals because he had affection in his heart.

"Auntie, I know, you must be thinking, let me cultivate immortals well, don't slack off, let Huzi accompany you to live a safe and peaceful life, right?"

Yang Xiu looked at the shadows of the light spots swaying on the tombstone, smiled, and said, "Starting tomorrow, Huzi will be as smart as I am, maybe even smarter than me, right?"

"Huzi will definitely be better than me in the future, and he will be able to glorify his ancestors for the Liu family. Auntie, you bless us in heaven and watch us walk out of our own way!"

......

Standing up, Yang Xiu forced himself to break free from his sadness, stared at this slightly monotonous tombstone, his heart suddenly moved, he got up and came to the back of the tombstone, stretched out his finger and pressed it on the tombstone, his nails quickly crossed the tombstone, and engraved a few lines of Chinese characters.

Blowing away the remaining stone chips on the tombstone, Yang Xiu stood up and raised his head, squinted at the dazzling sun behind the shadow of the tree, turned around and walked towards the outside of the forest.

On the tombstone behind him, there are a few lines of simplified Chinese characters left behind it. The words are very shallow, and they are simplified, so I'm afraid not many people in this world can understand them.

This is a song that Yang Xiu heard a long time ago.

"Do you know, child, do you know,

What makes mom the saddest? What makes mom proudest?

When I hear people on the side of the road say, "Whose kid is this?"

......

Yang Xiu went home to meditate and cultivate, and the day passed quickly. In the middle of the night that day, Yang Xiu quietly turned out of Liu Xian's house, left Shanyin City and silently rushed to the woods south of the city.

Half an hour later, Yang Xiu reappeared from the night again, quietly returned to his room, and took out a few things from his arms—it was the purple-gold Sumeru bag he got from Situ Yong, and his own red mysterious ring.

At that time, Yang Xiu was worried that a master would catch up, so he buried the most valuable things on his body in advance, leaving only two broken magic weapons. Otherwise, he worked hard to kill Situ Yong, but was robbed of things by others, and he really vomited blood.

Yang Xiu laid out a few things on the table and observed them one by one.

The magic weapons in the shape of a brush and a jade pendant have been completely damaged, with countless cracks inside and out, black and black, and it is difficult to repair.

However, the internal structure of these two magic weapons is unique, each with its own characteristics, and the immortal inscription engraved on the magic weapon is the basis of the power of the magic weapon, which is what Yang Xiu needs to study seriously.

As for the rest of the scrolls, Yang Xiu couldn't put them down.

The scroll is made up of two scrolls, the latter of which has been completely destroyed, but which are still intact. As long as this magic weapon can be studied thoroughly, Yang Xiu can write or draw by himself, and then frame it with a painting scroll, it is a complete treasure!

Putting down the painting scroll, Yang Xiu carefully picked up the last purple-gold cloth bag.

This cloth bag is likely to be the legendary Sumeru magic weapon, containing mysterious space, and the number of items that can be placed varies depending on the grade.

The production method of Sumeru's magic weapon has long been lost, and the existing ones in the immortal cultivation world are all from ancient inheritance, and there are very few surviving generations. Now that Yang Xiu's belongings are added up, no matter how much Yang Xiu himself is counted, it is not worth one percent of the value of this Sumeru bag.

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