The battle lasted only half a pillar of incense.

The smell of barbecue was still in the air, but it wasn't from roasting flying squirrels, it was roasting human flesh. Monk Jingyuan held the Zen staff in one hand and looked at Yang Xiu like a monster, with a frightened expression.

"You're stupid. Yang Xiu saw that Jingyuan looked strange, and asked curiously while groping for trophies from several roasted corpses.

Monk Jingyuan blinked, watching intently as Yang Xiu turned over spirit stones, hidden weapons, and other items from several charred corpses. If it were an ordinary corpse, but the four corpses on the ground were all roasted by the spell flame and were not human-shaped, they were really ripe, the scorched yellow was yellow, the yellow was red, and the smell of meat came to the nose, Monk Jingyuan felt a tumbling stomach for a while, and the roast rat that had just eaten it and had not yet digested it was about to gush out by itself.

Yang Xiu took a bracelet from a guy's wrist, took it in his hand and looked at it, seemed to be very satisfied with the jade, rubbed the rotten flesh and skin on the table on the ground, and stuffed it back into his arms. Just as he was about to take off the ring from a guy's finger, he heard a sound of "vomit~" behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that the monk Jingyuan was holding on to the tree and vomiting wildly, and he had the potential to swallow mountains and rivers.

"Are you a monk, you can't stand this?" Yang Xiu looked disdainful, and even Xiao Xuan stood next to him and grimaced at Monk Jingyuan.

"My Buddha is compassionate...... Murder is murder, and this is the first time I've seen human flesh. Monk Jingyuan vomited wildly for a while, and breathed a sigh of relief. Speaking of which, Jingyuan has been a murderer since he was a child from the old man Li Zhuo, but every time he kills someone cleanly and leaves. How could he have been so skilled at picking up corpses as Yang Xiu.

After Yang Xiu finished picking up the corpses, he was satisfied and threw out a Dao talisman and set several corpses on fire and burned them. The smell in the air made Monk Jingyuan vomit again, and his whole face turned white. However, Jing Yuan was really persistent, and he didn't forget to ask Yang Xiu for advice while spitting: "Brother Yang, those spells you cast just now are powerful enough, is it because of those Dao talismans?"

"That's right, a medium-grade spirit stone has five high-level Dao talismans, and a top-grade health talisman is attached. Tong Suo is not deceived to ensure quality and quantity, come to a shot?" Yang Xiu was very familiar with his advertising words. Monk Jingyuan was stunned for a while. However, gritting his teeth, Monk Jingyuan still took out a medium-grade spirit stone and bought five fire snake talismans in one go.

Although the price is expensive, Jingyuan has a reason to buy it. The spells that the monk can cast are all linked to his own cultivation, and this kind of Dao talisman in Yang Xiu's hand is too rebellious. This is the extent to which the sixfold monk of the quenching body performs the effect.

Looking down at the Dao talisman in his hand, Jingyuan's brows immediately furrowed. The immortal text on the Dao talisman was too complicated, and at a glance, except for dizziness and headache, Monk Jingyuan couldn't understand the meaning of even a word. It was this kind of Dao talisman just now, Yang Hu raised his hand and threw it out, burning all the forests within a radius of ten zhang, and also roasting the four Split Mountain Niu Clansmen into human meat skewers.

No wonder, the eldest prince would personally invite him to teach at the academy, where do these Dao talismans seem to have been written by a monk with a quenched body? Yang Xiu never wrote high-level Dao talismans, and all the teachings were used by mid-stage quenching monks, for high-level monks. It has no practical effect other than borrowing the way the Taoist characters are written.

"Brother Yang, I don't know if I can learn talisman making?" Monk Jingyuan rolled his eyes, and immediately leaned over and asked, as if he didn't care at all about the smell of barbecue emanating from Yang Xiu's body.

"Okay, let's just come to the academy when we go back, and let the old man find you a place. Yang Xiu took out a piece of fine linen. Wiped the booty carefully, without raising his head.

"I mean more advanced talisman making?" Monk Jingyuan made a familiar expression. A smile on his face.

Yang Xiu raised his head and looked at Jing Yuan, grinning: "Yes, exchange the puppet essence for it." ”

“...... What's the use of these worldly jewels?" Monk Jingyuan immediately changed the subject wisely.

"Oh, I love collecting these things. Yang Xiu said with a smile, and wiped the rotten flesh off a collar as he spoke, and looked at it carefully by the light of the fire, as if he was really admiring a work of art. Monk Jingyuan shuddered for no reason when he saw this, he had just roasted the hot hands of the four enemies, and in a blink of an eye, he smiled and admired the things that had been removed from the other party's body, how to look at it and feel a little creepy.

Of course, Yang Xiu was not interested in these rags, what really made Yang Xiu pay attention to the ancient texts engraved on these things. Many of the ornaments in these tribes have been passed down from generation to generation, and the immortal inscriptions recorded on them are very valuable. Yang Xiu is very interested in the origin of the immortal cultivation method in ancient times, and may be helpful in solving the mystery of immortality.

I didn't say anything all night, but in the morning, when I saw the rabbit meat and mushroom porridge made by Yang Xiu, Monk Jingyuan said that he would not eat any more, and went on the road with an empty stomach with a bitter face, but let Yang Xiu and Xiao Xuan eat a round belly.

The three of them went all the way north, and they met people from the Wild Clan a few times on the way, but the cultivation was not enough, and they were easily cooked by the two. The main reason is that the other party has underestimated Yang Xiu's combat power, whether it is in Ranshi Village or Qincheng, Yang Xiu has never used a powerful Dao talisman, because it is too dazzling, and he is afraid of arousing the covetousness of some high-level monks. Now that he is in the wilderness, he has no scruples, and the fire snake talisman and ground thorn talisman that are several times more powerful than ordinary spells are thrown out like money, and the other party has no return, leaving a corpse.

At this point, Yang Xiu also somewhat understood that the people of the Split Mountain Niu clan should be busy fighting for power and profit, but they were unwilling to let themselves leave like this, so they sent some small miscellaneous soldiers over, but unfortunately it was all in vain.

The next afternoon, the unchanging wilderness of the forest finally disappeared and was replaced by a large swamp of beautiful scenery. The white and green reeds stretch as far as the eye can see, and a series of small mountains rise from the swamps, and small rivers and waterfalls are faintly visible.

This is the settlement of the snapping turtle family, the famous cave blessed land in the wilderness, Xiaolu Mountain. With Monk Jingyuan leading the way, the time to arrive at the destination was a little earlier than Yang Xiu expected.

Yang Xiu and Monk Jingyuan swept across the water one after the other, and the stirred water ripples disturbed the fish swimming in the water, and a large school of fish scattered in all directions, causing wild ducks with bright feathers in the reeds to fly out one after another to compete for food. The water and sky are vast and far away, and everyone who sees them is relaxed and happy.

Xiao Xuan also seemed to remember his original life, and his head kept poking out of Yang Xiu's chest, looking intently at this familiar and unfamiliar water.

"This is the place where my grandfather used to take me to play when I was a child. Xiao Xuan said excitedly.

Yang Xiu smiled, saw that the Jingyuan monk on the side took a handful of water, put it to his mouth and sniffed it, with a satisfied look.

"The concentration of spiritual energy here is much higher than that of Qin City, and even the water contains a strong spiritual power,"

Monk Jingyuan sprinkled the water back at his feet and sighed: "Staying here and practicing casually for a few years is comparable to ten years of hard training in the world." ”

Yang Xiu thought so, which was also one of the reasons why there were very few casual cultivators in this world. The time and place are all occupied by the gate faction, and those weak monks and small organizations are invisibly lagging behind, and they will only be pulled further and further away after a long time.

However, the next sentence of Monk Jingyuan made Yang Xiu almost make a mistake: "If the little monk pees here, will it immediately become spiritual water?"

Monk Jingyuan rubbed his chin and looked contemplative, Yang Xiu hurriedly asked the other party to dispel this idea and speed forward. Xiaolushan is an important place for cultivating immortals, and now there may be immortal cultivators of the Xuan Snapping Turtle clan secretly watching, aren't you looking for death when you pee here?

The huge Zehu Lake was steaming, and many people could be seen boating and fishing in the distance, and some immortal cultivators who were obviously demon beasts flew through the air. Because the snapping turtle clan is very friendly to humans, there are many mortals who have settled in the vicinity of Koshiyama. Everyone was not surprised to look at the faces of Yang Xiu and Monk Jingyuan, and after looking at them twice, they concentrated on their own affairs.

As he got closer and closer to Xiaolu Mountain, Yang Xiu found that Xiao Xuan's face was a little uneasy, and he was very hesitant to talk to him several times. Seeing this, Yang Xiu frowned slightly, motioned to Monk Jingyuan to slow down, and then squatted down and said to Xiao Xuan and Yan Yue: "What's the matter, just say anything about it." If you don't want to go back, let's go back to Qincheng and stay in the academy with me. ”

"Not ......"

Xiao Xuan's chubby little face had a sad face, looking like a little adult, and said, "It's about grandpa's corpse, in fact, there is something that Xiao Xuan hasn't said......

Yang Xiu looked surprised and motioned for Xiao Xuan to continue. Xiao Xuan hesitated for a long time before he slurred and said the hidden secret.

It turns out that in the Xuan Snapping Turtle clan, the remains of all the dead predecessors must be preserved and practiced into magic weapons by the current patriarch. During the ritual process, the soul of the deceased will be recalled by the secret art and sealed in the corpse, so that the magic weapon has a soul, and the power is greatly increased, far from being comparable to ordinary magic weapons.

But for the dead spirit tortoise, it was an eternal torment. The soul was imprisoned and unable to be reborn, and after countless years, it was trapped in a magic weapon and driven by people, and it was in agony. Xiao Xuan's grandfather warned him before he died, if possible, not to let people refine his corpse into magic weapons.

At the beginning, Yang Xiu said that he wanted to use the corpse to refine the puppet, Xiao Xuan moved the idea of giving the corpse to Yang Xiu, but he kept hesitating.

"Brother Yang Hu, if you refine a puppet, can you guarantee that you won't imprison your grandfather's soul?" Xiao Xuan hesitated for a long time, and finally said this.

"I promise you. ”

Yang Xiu's heart was excited, the matter of the remains finally took a turn for the better, and looked at Xiao Xuan and said solemnly: "I will use the essence of the puppet in the future, and I will not detain and collect the soul, Xiao Xuan can rest assured." ”

There are two ways to make high-level puppets have self-awareness, one is to detain the souls of high-level demon beasts as Xiao Xuan said, and the other is to use puppet essence. The direction that Yang Xiu has been studying is the latter type, and as for the first type, Yang Xiu always feels that it is too unsafe to let a soul who is not loyal to himself master the puppet.

The monk Jingyuan, who had been silent on the side, came over at this time and said: "Since everyone is friends in this way, they will not be seen outside, Xiao Xuan, do you give the poor monk two catties of turtle shells?"

"Get out!" Yang Xiu waved his mace, and Monk Jingyuan looked at the flickering cold light of the mace, and pushed it away wisely, muttering that he didn't know what he was talking about. (To be continued)