But in the end, it can be regarded as Xun Ming's cultivation, but he kicked the scholar who was used to being defenseless when he slept out of bed, fortunately, Xun Ming was an "immortal" after all, and he worked his legs, and when Jia Xianren, who was pale and wanted to say something but couldn't speak for a long time, rolled out of bed, his body was already wrapped tightly by the thin quilt.

Otherwise, Jiang Sinan didn't know if he would go over to make up for it after seeing something that shouldn't be watched.

Glancing at the scholar with the corners of his mouth, Jiang Sinan withdrew his gaze with some regret.

According to his senior research in a certain aspect, with just one glance, he could already see that the scholar who started to be a little "doggy" was wearing nothing!

Fuck ...... What a talent!

After "passively" rolling out of bed, Jia Xianren, who landed on the ground, had a little sense of reality, but he had surprisingly good eyesight to see it once, wrapped in the quilt and didn't move, still half-lying on the ground, and cautiously poked out half of his head from the edge of the bed.

In fact, he was a little inexplicable, didn't he just shout a little louder, as for kicking out of bed because of a "ghost"?

But after thinking about it for a while, he was immediately relieved:

Maybe it's a taboo in the "ghost" and the immortal......

It's a shame that he didn't murmur this, otherwise he might have heard a sentence he often heard: "How did this kid grow so big......"

After taking a long breath, he slowly exhaled after a slight pause, and gradually calmed down his breath, Xun Ming finally began to really look at his situation.

He still has the original two white robes on his body, the inner layer is the ordinary clothes of the mortal world, and the outer layer is the one he hastily put on in the previous battle, and the two layers of clothes have been applied with simple tricks, but although it is "simple", it is also for monks of their level, and for mortals who have not entered the path of cultivating immortals, it can naturally be called "seamless".

Otherwise, carrying a white robe will almost be dyed into a red robe "corpse", let alone staying in an inn, at the gate of the city, these two buddies may be pressed to the ground for the guards.

Of course, whether to live on the ground or not is another matter.

Moreover, if he really changed his clothes, Jiang Sinan would definitely escape far away, as for letting Jia Xianren come, Xun Ming was really ten thousand uneasy, especially after making such a fuss, he felt that his eyes looking at the unlucky scholar had gradually begun to change.

All in all......

After looking at the outside of the body, Xun Ming's eyes followed his spiritual power along his meridians and began to "inspect" the body, what surprised him a little was that in his impression, it should be scattered, a different miserable meridian situation, at this time it turned out to be surprisingly good, not only did not have the slightest decline after the death battle, but the width and toughness of the meridians seemed to be better than before.

It's weird......

Xun Ming's brows furrowed slightly, a little confused by this seemingly inconsistent fact.

Wait a minute!

How can my meridians "decay"? "Fight to the death"? Didn't I pass out halfway through?

No, I'm still alive if I pass out halfway through?

Was it this garlic that saved me?

That's not right, why do I have the impression that I feel like I've fought a big battle?

……

One doubt after another emerged from Xun Ming's mind, whenever he seemed to explain and solve one of them, there would be several problems that would emerge one after another, for a while, Xun Ming felt as if he was an old farmer who plucked turnips, and finally pulled one up, and several came out of it on the side, and then he pulled it again, and they came out again......

In this way, with the hard work of the "old farmer", but without the joy of the "old farmer" harvesting radish, Xun Ming couldn't help but feel that his mind was slightly swollen, and countless ideas and guesses were like silk threads that could not find the thread, messed into a hairball, squeezed into his brain.

He exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and Xun Ming, who had thought fruitlessly, finally gave up and continued to waste time, looked at Jiang Sinan beside him, and asked:

"What happened after that day?"

Jiang Sinan was originally a self-familiar character, and both parties probably knew that the master of the two was a well-known pair of old friends, so he was not guarded, and after his eyes lit up like a wild wolf smelling fish, he naturally asked:

"Do you mean after you fell, or all I saw?"

Kindness?

Listening to the information hidden in Jiang Sinan's words, Xun Ming raised his eyebrows in some surprise, basically confirming that his memory was indeed a little misplaced.

"You see it all."

Jiang Sinan, who had been watching Xun Ming's reaction and taking in his eyebrow-raising movements, sighed secretly, and muttered in his heart, "Lao Tzu hates dealing with smart people the most", and began to honestly explain what he saw.

All the way from the time he found the body of the boar demon, to the time he flew south, to the time he found the unlucky scholar who was crying, to the time when he saw the full moon and rushed to the mansion.

After saying a large part of the content so freely, without omissions and pauses, Jiang Sinan, who seemed to have just come to be interested, was still full of unfinished meaning, so that Xun Ming, who had been paying attention to his expression, secretly raised his eloquence to a higher level in his heart.

This kid, he should have a good way of talking?

However, if this idea is heard by Xun Ming in the future, then "he" will definitely throw a disdainful look, and then add a very ridiculous sentence: "'His mother's three sentences are not posted' is called in vain?" ”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Sinan couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Big garlic, Ao isn't it, Brother Xun, to be honest, you will really only be in the second cave sky?"

This is not that Jiang Sinan deliberately sprinkled salt on Xun Ming's wound at this time, but to open the topic, what he actually wanted to ask was a sword comparable to the pinnacle of Jindan.

Xun Ming rolled his eyes, "I knew you would ask", and then he began to feel a little melancholy.

You ask me, who the hell am I asking?

And "tell the truth", do I tell you the truth that "I don't know"?

However, after only complaining a little about these two sentences, Xun Ming took the cocoon from Jiang Sinan's narration, pulled out the missing parts of his own memory, and began to supplement.

In fact, when Jiang Sinan said "full moon" at the beginning, Xun Ming's eyelids jumped unconsciously, and there was a guess in his heart that made him panic, and when Jiang Sinan, who had inexplicably become "full of thoughts", began to describe the round of "full moon" and the last sword in a gorgeous and scattered manner, Xun Ming, who guessed that he was affirmed, suddenly felt that his little heart was cold.

Similar to the three major realms of the monk's cultivation, the three realms of Xuan and Xian, the monk's techniques are also divided into three categories, the spiritual method corresponding to the humane realm, the Taoist method corresponding to the Xuan Dao realm and the immortal method corresponding to the immortal realm, and in each category, it is again divided into low, medium and high levels by people according to factors such as lethality.

The Eye-Moon Sword Technique is the main vein of their Slanting Moon Sect, that is, the unique swordsmanship of his master's vein, a total of eight swords, each sword has its own unique spiritual charm, high threshold, and great killing power, not to mention these, the most important thing is that among the eight swords, in addition to the "crescent moon" that he used to use before, the worst are all middle-level Dao methods.

And that sword, "Moon Full Qingjue", is a high-level Taoism.

If only from the level of magic, it corresponds to the Yuan Infant Realm.