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The bamboo rat is also called the bamboo slip, with the word rat in the name, in fact, it is more like a fat hare, but it is the best game. There has always been a saying among the folk that "turtledoves in the sky, bamboo slips in the ground", which shows its deliciousness.

Yang Xiuma cleaned up the bamboo rats, threaded them with branches, and patiently smoked them on the fire beside him.

Yang Xiu also heard what Lin Shuangchen said, and he could remember it firmly after listening to it once. However, if Yang Xiu also gathered around like everyone else and studied seriously, he would definitely be regarded as a freak - Lin Shuangchen was talking about the cultivation experience of the three levels of quenching, and a little kid who only had one weight of the body would make a lot of fun.

Yang Xiu was also happy to be idle, sitting cross-legged by the stream and smoking the bamboo, smearing some salt on it every once in a while, and after a while, the fragrance wafted all over the river beach, and those disciples who listened attentively to Lin Shuangchen's preaching turned around and glared at Yang Xiu angrily from time to time, as if they were very unaccustomed to Yang Xiu's behavior.

"Look at the fart, the gods don't eat. Yang Xiu returned a contemptuous look at the other party, and raised his chin as if demonstrating.

Since Yang Xiu became Lin Shuangchen's apprentice, how do these young male disciples of Tianshu Pavilion look at Yang Xiu unpleasantly, as long as they see Yang Xiu, they are not happy, and they always want to find a lesson to teach this guy who has taken shit luck.

However, Yang Xiu has always lived in a simple place, either in Liushutang or Xiaomengshan, and he doesn't have a good impression of these guys.

They are all a group of little children with strong hormone secretion, the eldest is only twenty years old, and the older disciples are busy cultivating, and because of the previous incident of digging the foot of the wall in Fanjing Mountain, they have a good impression of Yang Xiu, and they get along very well.

Yang Xiu was not interested in competing with these little boys.

The old black horse who was drinking water by the river also followed the fragrance, and his two-foot-long head went straight into Yang Xiu's arms.

"Aren't you a vegetarian, when did you switch to meat?"

Yang Xiu slapped away the old black horse and said angrily. His eyes glanced up like this, but he found that a white light flashed in the air in the distance, and his heart immediately burst out.

Oh no, the exterminator is here!

Yang Xiu hurriedly picked up the bamboo leaves from the ground, wrapped the roasted bamboo rat, stuffed it between the saddle and the belly of the old black horse, and then came to the periphery of the disciples as if no one was around, and sat upright.

The old black horse was also like seeing a natural enemy, without Yang Xiu speaking, he had already "kicked and tapped" and spread his hooves and rushed to the left, and the big fart and strand twisted and twisted into the woods.

Yang Xiu had just sat down, and with the sound of breaking the air above his head, two figures fell from the sky in response, bringing a whirlwind! Seeing this, the disciples hurriedly got up and bowed to the people who fell beside Lin Shuangchen.

"I've seen Elder Fuyun. ”

"I've seen Shizun. ”

"I've seen the master. ”

......

Du Hongfeng and a Taoist aunt who fell from the sky, the latter looked to be around sixty years old, wearing a gray-white Taoist robe, wearing a square soft hat, holding a dusty hand, with a cold face, big bags under his eyes were almost drooping under his nose, and there was a coldness in his slightly squinted eyes.

This kind of coldness is different from Lin Shuangchen, which makes the people who are seen very uncomfortable, and their hearts are furious. This person is the first seat of Xiaomeng Mountain, Lin Shuangchen's mentor Fuyun Zhenren.

Yang Xiu and the old black horse were a little jealous of this old woman.

The former is because he often haunts Xiaomeng Mountain and has been bumped into by Fuyun Zhenren a few times, if it weren't for Lin Shuangchen being persuaded by Yang Xiu's thousand-character text, Yang Xiu would have honestly left a book in the library now.

The latter ruthlessly plagued the bamboo forest of Xiaomeng Mountain, and when he saw the real owner of Xiaomeng Mountain, he naturally ran faster than anyone else. So Yang Xiu privately gave Fuyun Zhenren the nickname "extinction".

"That's the end of today's teaching. ”

Fu Yun Zhenren's gaze quickly swept over everyone, and he said expressionlessly. Everyone didn't dare to slack off, they got up and left one after another, and Yang Xiu, who was on the outermost periphery, just wanted to leave, but heard Fuyun Zhenren speak again: "Yang Xiu stays." ”

Surely nothing good...... Yang Xiu pursed his lips and muttered.

......

Yang Xiu poked beside him and listened for a while, and quickly figured out what was going on—it turned out to be a guest from Tianshu Pavilion.

The Immortal Ink Sect sent a team to join the Heavenly Book Pavilion, and then they were going to rush to Fanjing Mountain together to participate in the fifty-year Hajj Conference of the Ning Kingdom's Immortal Cultivation Realm.

The Hajj Conference has been held in Ningguo for thousands of years, and it is a unique event in the world, and even some immortal cultivation sects around Ningguo will come here.

The purpose of holding the Hajj Conference is mainly to pay tribute to the sages of the immortal cultivation world, and at the same time, all sects gather together to discuss major matters and fight against demons and barbarians.

And the reason why it happens once every fifty years is because there is a brief decline in spiritual power every fifty years in the wilderness, which lasts for one year. During this period, the powerful demon beasts in the wilderness will be dormant and cultivated, and immortal cultivators will be much safer when they pass through the wilderness.

Every sect would not miss this opportunity, because before the conference began, Fanjing Mountain would unite with several other major sects to open the ancient ore veins, and mine a large amount of spiritual ore from them, and distribute them to all factions in the Ning Kingdom in proportion.

Spirit stones are a necessity for every immortal cultivator, and they are also one of the hard currencies in the immortal cultivation world, and no one is too much. The large number of spirit stones that can be retrieved from the Hajj Conference are indispensable for many small sects.

There will be countless treasures at the conference, and even those reclusive old monsters who can't usually be seen will show up to find the rare materials they need, including the extremely special "spirit stone ore" produced in the ancient ore veins, all of which make countless immortal cultivators flock to Fanjing Mountain.

As the dragon head of the Tongzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm, the Tianshu Pavilion and the Immortal Ink Sect naturally couldn't miss this grand event, plus the number of people in each regional sect who could participate in the conference was limited, so it was logical for the two families to go to Fanjing Mountain together.

At the same time, I told everyone that the two great immortal cultivators in Tongzhou were very harmonious—at least it seemed to outsiders.

"This time the Immortal Ink Sect is leading the team is Liu Kunshan, the second elder of the Immortal Ink Sect,"

Fu Yun Zhenren instructed Lin Shuangchen and Du Hongfeng: "You are familiar with his apprentices, so you will receive their younger generation as a teacher, and you can't neglect the guests, nor can you fall into the prestige of your own sect." ”

"Yes. Lin Shuangchen and Du Hongfen nodded in response.

"As for you, Yang Xiu,"

Fu Yun Zhenren turned around, put the dust on his arm, and said, "During this time, I will go back to the study hall and stay honestly." Frostdust has other things to do, so I don't have time to teach you. ”

"It's okay, I'm very self-taught, let me practice in Xiaomeng Mountain by myself, don't disturb my master. Yang Xiu said with a wink.

"Too much nonsense!"

Fuyun Zhenren looked at Yang Xiu coldly, and said sharply: "I see that you don't know the rules of the Heavenly Book Pavilion, it's time to go to Bingdao Hall to think about it!"

Lin Shuangchen on the side could see it clearly, Yang Xiu lowered his head, but his face was a mixed look, worried that Yang Xiu would not know the severity of the confrontation with Fuyun Zhenren, so he said: "How can you bargain when the master speaks, shut up quickly." ”

"Yes. Yang Xiu immediately nodded in agreement, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, well-behaved like a little daughter-in-law.

Although Yang Xiu lowered his head, he could feel that Fuyun Zhenren was looking at him coldly and disdainfully like a street shrew, and couldn't help but pout. However, Lin Shuangchen spoke, and Fuyun Zhenren didn't speak again, his figure rose into the air, and he disappeared in a few breaths.

"I'm scared of my little liver,"

Yang Xiu put his hand on the pergola and watched the other party disappear between the mountains, patted his chest exaggeratedly, turned around and smiled: "Master, uncle, Fuyun Zhenren won't be angry, will she completely kick me out of Xiaomeng Mountain?"

"If I had driven you away earlier, the young man had a flamboyant tongue,"

Du Hongfeng saw Yang Xiu's hippie smile, and glanced at Yang Xiu with a cold face: "It is said that you are a scholar in Shanyin City? ”

Yang Xiu scratched his head and smiled without responding, and did not dwell on this topic more.

"That's fine, you and Ouyang Jianqing have some festivals, so don't meet. ”

Lin Shuangchen nodded, seeing that Yang Xiu was a little confused, he explained: "Liu Kunshan is Ouyang Jianqing's master, they must come together." ”

Yang Xiu suddenly remembered the famous human demon of the Immortal Ink Sect.

Ouyang Jianqing and Lin Shuangchen are both leaders of the younger generation, although there is a gap between them and Liu Wenzhong in terms of cultivation, but they are superior in talent, and they will definitely become the backbone of their respective sects one day, so their reputation is not weak at all.

"Speaking of this, I remembered it, Yang Xiu, your handwriting seems to be very good,"

Du Hongfeng interjected on the side: "Help me write a few calligraphy, I'll buy it with spirit stones." ”

"Okay, one word and one lower grade spirit stone, this is still for the sake of my master's face to give you a discount. Yang Xiu said with a smile.

Du Hongfeng glared at Yang Xiu when he heard this, but he didn't open his mouth to bargain.

The old man Zhuji praised Yang Xiu's words, and sighed to himself, Yang Xiu's price was actually very authentic. If the old man is asked to write a letter, it will be far more than this price.

Yang Xiu also has his own plans. In the long run, Yang Xiu was not happy with the improvement of other people's calligraphy skills, so that his own advantages would be weakened invisibly.

But the spirit stone can't be without, the efficiency of cultivation has improved these days, and most of the spirit stone has been used. Therefore, under the trade-off, Yang Xiu can only sell the character slippers and Dao talismans in limited quantities to meet the minimum consumption.

As for the medium-grade spirit stone, Yang Xiu didn't even bother to think about it. If you don't have a treasure in your hand, it's impossible to change to a medium-grade spirit stone.

As soon as the exterminator left, the old black horse also came out of the forest with a snort, flicking his tail and holding his head high, as if it was another horse who had just fled with his hooves.

"I've been with you for a long time, even the horse has become so evil," Du Hongfeng glanced at the old black horse and shook his head. At the same time, he jumped up and flew in the direction of Xiaomeng Mountain.

Yang Xiu took out the burnt roasted bamboo rat from under the saddle, and shook it at Lin Shuangchen with a smile, "Master, you have good luck today, this is the most delicious in the world." ”

"Isn't that a mouse......?"

Lin Shuangchen covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, took half a step back, frowned and said, "You can eat it yourself." ”

"Rat meat is also meat, I don't discriminate equally,"

Seeing this, Yang Xiu took the roasted bamboo rat behind his back, looked at this master, who was not a few years older than himself, and said with a smile: "Master, I heard that Ouyang Jianqing is not dead to you, what do you think?"

Lin Shuangchen's face was cold, his black eyes looked at Yang Xiu, and without saying a word, he took off into the sky directly against the wind, and walked in a chic and neat manner.

"Hey, hey, hey~"

The cooked meat is slightly cold, but it still has a characteristic taste and burnt aroma. Yang Xiu tore off a large piece of meat with his mouth and chewed it wantonly, while he couldn't help but laugh proudly.

Lin Shuangchen's cultivation is profound, but if you want to be serious, she is actually more than ten years younger than Yang Xiu, and she is just a girl who has never been in the world after all. If he really had an interest in Ouyang Jianqing, Lin Shuangchen would never have reacted like that just now.

"Why am I so happy, haha~"

Yang Xiu took a few bites, threw all the roast rat meat under him to the old black horse, and rode to the exit of the valley, the smug laughter echoed in the valley, startling countless birds. (The novel "Pen Shengshu Xian" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)