Out of the Nuwa Temple, Mo Xuan carried the lampstand in his arms, and walked towards the pavilion without looking back.

As for the identity of the woman, Mo Xuan was almost certain after hearing the three words of Qingqiu Kingdom.

In later records, there is a creature in Qingqiu that is definitely famous.

Kitsune!

In addition, this woman has a pair of peach blossom eyes, pointed ears and a pointed nose, and although her posture and movements are lazy, they are charming. Mo Xuan realized, this immortal is probably not an immortal, but a fox demon who has become a spirit.

The mountain of Qingqiu, there are beasts, its shape is like a fox and nine tails, its sound is like a baby, it can eat people......

The text describing the nine-tailed fox in the Classic of Mountains and Seas was very impressive to Mo Xuan.

That Su Qingsang's voice was not like a baby, and Mo Xuan didn't know what to say. But swallowing his one-percent Shou Yuan, in Mo Xuan's concept, is basically no different from being able to eat people.

"No wonder the white-haired ...... stretched out his hand and paws," Mo Xuan muttered, "It turned out to be a fox!"

......

Back at the pavilion, it was almost noon, and the three servants who were chattering had already returned to Guzhu.

The teacher sent by the Jinao Academy to receive the children of the nobility came once during this period and left some notices of enrollment and registration.

Mo Xuan hurriedly nibbled on a large piece of bland and tasteless stew, grabbed a cake made of corn in one hand, and carefully read what was written on the notice.

The first few words talk about the origin of the Jinao Academy.

You don't need to look at Mo Xuan to know this, in his previous life, he was a disciple in the Jinao Academy, and he couldn't be more familiar with this place.

The Jinao Academy Palace was founded by the descendants of the immortals in the upper realm, and the teaching and cultivation of the immortal arts in the academy all came from the inheritance of the immortals.

The Yin Shang Dynasty, which worshiped the gods, would of course sincerely worship such realistic immortal relics, and even sent the noble children of the royal court to enroll in the school to practice, in order to obtain the inheritance of immortals.

It can be said that the Jinao School Palace represents the royal power of Yin Shang and is a symbol of being blessed by the gods.

Speaking of which, the nobles of my Great Shang Dynasty are all the inheritance of the immortal lineage, commanding the world, which one is not satisfied?

Therefore, the Jinao Academy Palace has an extremely lofty position among the big merchants.

Even the royal court spared no expense to build a huge city around the Jinao Academy, which was also the Jinao City.

Most of the countless talents cultivated among them entered the royal court and became the generals of Xiangyin who led the army to fight and govern the country, and a small number of geniuses with extremely high attainments in immortal arts entered the witch temple, which symbolized divine power.

Regarding the Witch God Temple, Mo Xuan was just a banner soldier in his previous life, and he didn't know much about it, but this rebirth has the opportunity to get closer.

At the end of the description, we roughly talked about the precautions written in the journal.

For example, before entering the school, you need to burn incense and pay respects, and purify your body. After enrollment, you need to live alone in the college, preferably with enough money and clothing.

At the end of the training camp, there will be a confrontation ring to determine the rankings. Students who can't get the ranking will be eliminated and can only sign up again next year, and if they are eliminated for three consecutive years, they will never be able to enter the academy to practice.

Mo Xuan took a look at these rules, which were a bit similar to the university registration in later generations, but no archaeologist had ever found that there was such an education model in ancient times.

Needless to say, Mo Xuan is an old student and knows the rules.

As for money and clothes, this Mo Xuan really doesn't know how much money he has in his bag. He opened the money bag left by the servant when he left and counted them, among which there were more than a hundred jade shells, which was really not a small number.

Shell, the hard currency of the Shang Dynasty.

Among them, the bone shells made of animal bones, tortoise shells and other bones are the least valuable, and a hundred pieces can be exchanged for a stone shell. This stone shell does not mean that all the stones can be ground into a shell shape to produce a spit, it must be a rock containing a small amount of jade chips, and the polished stone shell is worth a hundred bone shells. And this kind of stone can only be produced around the jade mine, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it.

And the pure jade shell needs a hundred stone shells to change one.

The jade shell is warm and clear, and the whole body is pure white jade, which is very rare, and only the casting priest of the royal court can polish this kind of jade shell. Ordinary peasant civilians, busy for a year, collecting grain, hunting and accumulating food, is just enough to exchange for a jade shell.

Further up, it is the most valuable currency of the Shang Dynasty, the seashell.

This seashell is not man-made, but a treasure snail from the open sea. When Mo Xuan traveled in later generations, he bought two pairs for five yuan.

There are large and small conches, so the number of valuable jade shells is also more or less.

The size of an average egg is almost 100 jade shells. And the palm-sized treasure snail can be exchanged for nearly a thousand jade shells. Rare things are expensive, and small seashells are rarely seen once in a lifetime by ordinary inland people, let alone large ones.

Mo Xuan weighed his more than 100 jade shells, which were enough for a few years' expenses, and even a little squandering in Jinao City was enough, so he didn't have to worry.

The only thing that worries Mo Xuan is the problem of cultivation.

In the past twenty years of fighting and fighting in his previous life, Mo Xuan's vision and methods were not a problem at all. But now this fourteen-year-old boy's body doesn't have much strength, and it's useless to have no experience. At present, it is imperative that we should first train our physical fitness, so that we can have a good foundation to explore a higher realm.

What's more, Wen Zhong is such a secret treasure, even immortals covet and kill, Mo Xuan doesn't think that he can control it with a fourteen-year-old body.

But even if you can't control it, at least today you have to find a way to pull out the dragon-shaped white light, otherwise you will have a lampstand by your side, and you will have a lot of dreams at night, and you may be stolen one day, and you will have no place to cry when you cry.

At the moment, the most important thing is to set a specific practice plan for yourself, so as to improve your physical fitness as soon as possible to a level that is sufficient to display the experience of the body method in your previous life.

If you don't have the strength to protect yourself, even if you have memories and experiences, it's useless.

Mo Xuan clenched his fists with heavy eyes, and his eyes shone with a resolute gaze.

......

Returning to the bedroom with the lampstand, Mo Xuan fastened the door and carefully took out the lampstand.

On the lamp base, dense cloud patterns are overlapped, almost corroded by patina. On the body of the lamppost, the flying dragon pattern, which is rare in this era, spirals upward, and the five beads in the mouth are swallowed, and five twisted cores stretch out in the groove of the lamp oil, which is exquisite and gorgeous.

In the memory of the battle of Makino, Mo Xuan didn't see what patterns were on the lampstand, but the unique five wicks made him deeply impressed.

"That's right!" Mo Xuan raised the lampstand and began to perform the most traditional ritual, dripping blood to confess the Lord!

Mo Xuan didn't know if he really remembered such a ceremony, or if he had watched too many film and television dramas in later generations, and he really pierced his fingertips, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and carefully dripped them on the lampstand.

The blood dripped on the flying dragon pattern of the lamppost, Mo Xuan closed his eyes and waited, and in the next second, there was a violent wind, thunder in the sky, and then the sky collapsed, and a dragon-shaped white light rose into the sky, attached to his body......

One minute......

Ten minutes......

Mo Xuan nervously held the lampstand for half an hour, except for the rooster hanging upside down on the wall during the period, he "cooed" and reminded Mo Xuan that there was still a living creature in the house, and there was no movement.

"Is it invalid to recognize the Lord by dripping blood?" Mo Xuan squinted slightly, "Could it be that this bronze lamp is following the routine of Aladdin's magic lamp?"

Mo Xuan stretched out his thumb and gently rubbed it against the lamppost twice.

No response......

I rubbed it on the lamp holder again, but it still didn't happen.

Mo Xuan gritted his teeth, stretched out his five fingers, rubbed them together, and rubbed the broken lampstand full of patina.

Ten minutes later, the lampstand was wiped bright, and it was almost rubbed out by Mo Xuan, but there was still no response.

"What the hell!" Mo Xuan frowned as he tended to the wound on his hand.

The Eastern routines don't work, neither do the Western routines, isn't this lampstand fake, there is no secret treasure at all?

The more Mo Xuan thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, thinking that Su Qingsang had already transformed into a human form, at least he was also a monster with magical powers, if this lampstand really had a secret treasure, she couldn't see it?

But during the battle of Makino, the picture displayed by the immortals in the upper realm was this bronze lampstand.

For a while, Mo Xuan's somewhat lost thoughts ignited the flames of war again.

If you don't get this secret treasure out, you will be finished after twenty years, Mo Xuan gritted his teeth and continued to try various methods.

This trial is the passage of an afternoon.

In the middle of the night, the lights of all the houses were extinguished, and Mo Xuan was still helpless to take this lampstand.

"That's right!" Mo Xuan suddenly thought, what is the function of the lampstand? Isn't it just to light the lamp? I have tried so many methods, but I didn't try to light the lamp.

It happened that there were other lamps in the room, so Mo Xuan poured the grease from the lamps into the bronze lampstand, and carefully lit up all five twist cores.

One wick lamp is no more than five. For a while, the room was extremely bright, Mo Xuan sat at the table, holding his chin, and watched the lampstand slowly burn out the lamp oil.

"In addition to the cost of oil, are you still a little useful......" Mo Xuan gave up for the time being.

I'm going to report tomorrow, and I don't have time to waste with this lampstand tonight. Mo Xuan went to bed directly, and the burned-out bronze lampstand was placed next to the bed, and it was quiet and helpless.

......

In the darkness, Mo Xuan seemed to fall from a high altitude.

The weightlessness of the fall woke him up suddenly.

But after waking up, Mo Xuan found that he was not lying on the bed, but really falling at high speed in a void.

Overhead, above the huge firmament, there are stars.

Countless swirling colored nebulae, like huge eyeballs, adorned on the night and looking down on the earth.

The vast galaxy is vast and boundless, and although Mo Xuan is falling, he still feels that he is in the boundless galaxy, free from the mortal dust.

At the feet, the vast sea of clouds is boiling and rolling, and the auspicious clouds with a faint purple light are also vast and boundless, majestic and incomparable.

Heaven and earth are half dark and half light.

Five huge flying mountains slowly rotated in the void, floating from the sea of purple light clouds. The auspicious clouds are like flowing water, passing through the mountains, forests, boulders, and pavilions on the five floating islands, sprinkling into the sea of clouds.

The island is 10,000 feet high and 100 miles wide.

Large and small floating gravel slowly rotates around the island, like the Heavenly Divine Palace, majestic and majestic!

Mo Xuan's whole body was numb from being shocked by this spectacular scene!

Later generations have only heard of this huge floating island in legends and words, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today, which is shocking!

It's just that these five giant islands, the moment Mo Xuan appeared rashly, they were like a drop of water breaking the surface of the quiet lake. In an instant, the wind blew between the islands, howling and roaring!

They flew away in five different directions!

Mo Xuan was stunned, and a cloud of white light burst out in the center of the five islands, leading him to look.

"Who?!Who broke my seal in advance and spied on the five immortal veins?!"

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A thunderous roar suddenly exploded in the void, and the strong impact actually scattered the sea of purple light clouds below in all directions.

Mo Xuan's ears were shocked and blood overflowed, and the pain was incomparable.

The source of the sound was the white light in the center of the five islands, this white light rolled and twisted, faintly transformed into a dragon shape, and Mo Xuan recognized it after just one glance.

Isn't this the secret treasure that Wen Zhong was sucked away by the Upper Realm Immortals?!

For a while, Mo Xuan didn't know whether he was in a dream or reality, and there was nothing in the bronze lampstand that he had worked so hard to exchange for from the Nuwa Temple, and this secret treasure was actually in such a magical place.

"You!"

The white light swept around, and instantly stared at Mo Xuan, who was constantly falling from high school, and the screams turned into sound waves rolling in.

"Usurper!"

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