At night, in Xiangyang's hut, the familiar crackling sound of the Dan furnace was heard again.

Xiang Yang stood up, turned his head and pulled the door and ran out, don't think about it, this furnace must have exploded again, and sure enough, Xiang Yang, who had just rushed out, heard a muffled sound from inside the house.

Xiang Yang, who rushed out of the house, saw an unexpected person, since Yang Yu left here last time, he never took the initiative to look for himself.

Xiang Yang found that Yang Yu's state was obviously wrong, and the outside of the house was not the place to speak, so he said, "Come in." ”

Turning around and walking back into the house, Yang Yu silently followed Xiang Yang into the house, and closed the door with his hand, there was a heavy smell of burnt in the house, but Yang Yu didn't notice it.

Xiang Yang waited for a while, feeling that Yang Yu would not take the initiative to speak, so he sighed softly, "Let's talk about it." ”

When I was outside, I hadn't noticed that under the illumination of the lights in the house, Yang Yuyu's red and swollen face, the corners of her mouth that were bleeding, and her scalded hands showed that something serious had happened and could not be solved, otherwise she would not have appeared outside the house with a loveless death.

Yang Yu's low and hoarse voice slowly stated what happened, "The head of the outer disciples has taken a fancy to me, and I used to be somewhat restrained, but recently I don't know why I have become anxious, and I am both soft and hard, trying to make me give in." ”

Yang Yu's words did not fluctuate, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he was talking about someone else's business, not what happened to him, "Today he came over again, I used my senior sister to prevaricate, but my senior sister ......"

She didn't continue, but Xiang Yang had already guessed what was going on? Combined with the scene of seeing Yang Yu a few times before, Xiang Yang was slightly connected, and the ins and outs of the whole thing were guessed.

"Is that Xiao Xiang from those who besieged you last time?" Although Xiang Yang asked, he was sure in his heart.

Yang Yu didn't know how Xiang Yang knew, and he didn't care, he just muttered: "Not long ago, the death of that female disciple was related to him, I heard that there is more than this one, will it be me next, add a few more white bones to the mass grave?"

The desperation revealed between Yang Yu's words made the air around him stagnate, "I don't have anything to do, Xiangyang, what can I do?"

Then he said quickly: "Xiangyang, you have a way, right? Help me." "Obviously a little mentally deranged.

Yang Yu didn't ask for help because Xiang Yang could help herself, but she was only familiar with Xiang Yang, and the only person who could ask for help was Xiang Yang, although she knew in her heart that Xiang Yang couldn't help her at all.

Xiang Yang looked at Yang Yu, who was almost collapsing in front of him, and his whole body was filled with deep exhaustion, the monk world is too cruel, especially for female monks, if you don't check it for a while, it will be hell.

Xiang Yang closed his eyes and said to Yang Yu as if he were talking to himself, "We've been here for almost a year......

The words opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had made some difficult decision, gritted his teeth and said vigorously: "Yang Yu, listen well, you give me half a year, in this half year, no matter what method you use, you have to ensure that you are alive, and after half a year, I will send you away." ”

Yang Yu's red and swollen eyes stared tightly, showing a firm face towards Yang, he didn't understand why Xiang Yang said this, but she was willing to believe him.

Xiang Yang looked at the stunned Yang Yu, thinking that she hadn't heard, and then said: "Whether you are injured or angry in the past half a year, you have to endure it and find a way to live, otherwise you will only die, do you hear clearly!"

After Yang Yu left, Xiang Yang sat there quietly, his brows furrowed, motionless.

The reason why I would say that it has been a year since I came to Luojimen is because it takes 20 Pei Yuan Dan to exchange the ancient and modern character translations, and if Xiang Yang wants to exchange it, she also wants to avoid others from doubting, so with her two Pei Yuan Dan per month, she can only save enough for a year.

It's not that the sun is careful, but that people have bad roots. If you have nothing, no one will notice you, if it is more than most people, then there will be more rights and wrongs, and Xiang Yang obviously doesn't want this to happen, especially when he has a strange treasure and he can't protect himself.

Xiang Yang, who had been meditating all night, came to the mass grave in the back mountain as usual, and performed a psychic secret technique on the spiritual objects in a place.

Eyes, from the vigorous growth of spiritual objects in front of him, looked at the mountains in the distance, and thought to himself: I will go out to collect more spiritual objects in the future, if my guess is correct, then there will be no shortage of spiritual objects needed.

Xiang Yang, who came to Nachuan Building again, did not go to the library on the first floor, but went to the second floor.

Deacon Qiu saw it but immediately turned his gaze away, in his opinion, his face could not hide the excitement, and Xiang Yang, who ran up to the second floor, was as ordinary as most disciples, and there was nothing worthy of his attention.

The layout of the second floor is similar to that of the first floor, the only difference is the books, and Xiang Yang can't choose the exercises and cheats that he desires.

After looking around and discovering the rules of the placement of books, he went straight to the ancient and modern translations, and it didn't take long for Xiang Yang to find it.

The book was a bit heavy, and Xiang Yang, who had walked a few steps with the book in his arms, returned suddenly, and looked at the ancient books seriously on the bookshelf.

Xiang Yang didn't look at it page by page, but picked up a book, turned a page or two and then replaced it with another one, sometimes picked up a book and stared at the cover, looked at it for a moment or two, sighed and put it down.

When it was almost time, Xiang Yang pulled out a thin book that was the cheapest, only two Pei Yuan Dan, and ran downstairs with excitement on his face.

Coming to the registration office and registering the two books, Deacon Qiu's eyelids drooped, stingy to give Xiang Yang a look, and what he thought in his heart was nothing more than another gambler who was at the end of his rope.

Xiang Yang, who walked out of the Sichuan Tower, slowly exhaled a long breath, relieved, and the excitement on his face disappeared.

That's right, the prudence and hesitation when picking books, and the excitement and excitement when registering books, are all deliberately done by Xiang Yang, and he vividly deduces a gambler who has finally saved enough Peiyuan Dan, but is only enough to gamble.

It's not that she is too careful, but she has a hunch that the ancient books that Song Lao gave her are not simple, and the psychic secret technique alone is enough to defy the sky, and it is definitely not something that this inch of land has.

Xiang Yang didn't trust anyone, especially Deacon Qiu, who had always made her feel dangerous, so she was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

As for the book, whether it is worth so much caution will be revealed shortly.

Xiang Yang doesn't plan to sort out the books today, after all, a qualified gambler is not a conformist.

At this time, he should be crazy, so Xiang Yang walked back to his residence without any burden, and couldn't wait to take out the ancient books and study them.

"Sure enough, it's as expected, the Silent Annihilation Pill, heh, it's really a good pill, and the name is good, Yang Yu has half a chance, ...... next?" Xiang Yang muttered, his voice getting softer and softer, until he couldn't hear it, maybe he didn't say it, or it was silently scattered in the air.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Xiang Yang quickly flipped to the last part ,—— where the psychic secretary was. Pick up the ancient and modern translations again and read them.

The introduction to the psychic secret technique was relatively brief, and it didn't take long for Xiang Yang to read it throughout.

"The goddess of life's natural supernatural power is life force, which is dark green in color. If there is no vitality, the psychic secret technique cannot be cast, because for ordinary people, the psychic secret technique is a waste art that cannot be scrapped anymore. ”

"By casting psychic techniques, the life force released can give birth to elixir. ”

As for what is the natural supernatural power? Xiang Yang didn't know, it seemed that Xiang Yang's essence was indeed a little different, and it was actually the same as his vitality.

I won't mention whether the god of life and vitality are there for the time being, but the last few lines: I guess that if I cultivate the psychic secret technique, with my dream alchemy technique, the essence of the output of the psychic secret technique will definitely make my name of immortal go further, but it's a pity, it's a pity......

Medicine Immortal What is the Medicine Immortal further? Medicine God Xiang Yang stared at the book with a hint of dazedness and excitement, was this world too mysterious, or did he encounter a book written by a monk with paranoia.

At this time, Xiang Yang felt incredible and couldn't believe it, but he couldn't help but want to believe it, because this ancient book was the only way for Yang Yu.

Xiang Yang's right hand kept rubbing the pages, and suddenly, Xiang Yang turned the ancient book faster than before.

I had seen strange places behind the Danfang before, around several Dan furnaces, there were many lines, with number marks, and a small number of black dots on the lines.

Xiang Yang would never have thought of it before, but now, Xiang Yang has a bold conjecture, perhaps......

Xiang Yang once again picked up the ancient and modern self-translation, and read it again, Xiang Yang took longer this time. Because Xiang Yang looked very slowly and carefully, he even stopped often, and his hands kept turning back and forth, up and down, left and right.

With the passage of time, Xiang Yang's movements changed from jerky and stiff, at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly becoming natural and smooth, his hands swiped quickly, paused from time to time, and gently patted something, as if there was really a Dan furnace in front of him.

Unconsciously, night fell, and the movements of Xiang Yang's hand gradually stopped, but the crazy beating heart could not be calmed, and this was repeated in his mind, "It's true, it's true......"

Xiang Yang has been overwhelmed by ecstasy, and she is about to faint with happiness, and what she wants to do most at this time is to read through the "Pharmacopoeia of All Souls", afraid that she will be out of control, but she has to curb her inner desire.

The most important thing she should do at the moment is to improve her alchemy skills, and practice the Muscle Death Extinguishing Pill as soon as possible, so that Yang Yu will be less dangerous.

If before, Xiang Yang still had the idea of asking the ghost third to help, but now he has completely dispelled this idea, the wealth is moving, if he sees the Dan Fang of the Silent Annihilation Pill again, and gives birth to other ideas, Xiang Yang has no ability to protect the ancient books, and he has no power to fight back.

If it doesn't work in the end, then for the sake of Yang Yu, he can only take risks, three months, and only give himself three months.

The next day, Xiang Yang carried two books in his arms and walked towards Nachuan Tower dejectedly.

After entering Nachuan Building, Xiang Yang took out two books from his arms, clenched them tightly with both hands, and walked to the registration office while gritting his teeth, but stopped when he was about to approach, stuffed the books back into his arms, glanced at the borrowing deadline on the wall, and calmly walked to the library on the first floor.

Returning it in advance is like a lost citizen's posture, and in the eyes of Deacon Qiu, who has long been aware of Xiang Yang's movements, Xiang Yang is nothing more than a struggling gambler who has lost a bet.

As everyone knows, Xiang Yang in the library secretly gave himself a thumbs up, secretly proud, and rarely showed a trace of childishness.