What Han Yu needs most is the skill of casting spells, he always feels that his spells are like children's graffiti, and he can't comprehend the essence.

But the collection of books here opened up a new world for him.

Han Yu was fascinated, his eyes were reluctant to leave half an inch, and when he saw the highlights, he carefully figured it out, and his mind was all attracted.

Just as Han Yu pondered a line of esoteric annotations in the book, a small green hand blocked it, and a sweet voice came into his ears: "Don't look at it!"

Han Yu flickered at this time, looked at the ugly girl blankly and asked, "What's the matter, is the medicine decoctioned?"

"Hmph!" The ugly aunt took away the book in Han Yu's hand with some dissatisfaction, and said dissatisfiedly: "You have been sitting here for an hour, and I have drunk all the medicine." ”

Han Yu stood up, stretched his waist and coaxed: "I was a little fascinated by what I saw just now, I'll go get some fresh ingredients in the evening and make you something you haven't tasted!"

The ugly aunt's eyes lit up when she heard the delicious food, Han Yu habitually touched her little head, and left the side hall with some reluctance.

The old man was cleaning up the residue of the medicine jar, and Han Yu trotted over it when he saw this, and ran to the outside of the hall to take out a clear water charm and clean it diligently.

The old man watched Han Yu wash over and over again, grinding off a layer of the walls of the jar and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't wash according to your washing method, I won't be able to use a medicine jar for half a year." ”

Han Yu gave up, wiped the outside with a dry cloth, and then held it to the one-eyed old man with both hands, and the word flattery was almost written on his face.

"Okay, you junior, you're also vain, I'm an old man who is about to go to the ground is not worth your stuttering. The old man took the medicine jar and said lightly.

Han Yu leaned over and said with a smile: "The junior is not to please, but to respect the seniors from the bottom of your heart!"

The old man put the medicine jar away and said lightly: "I know you want to read those books, but these books are of little value to this sect, you can read them!"

"Why is this?" Han Yu was a little surprised, if he could practice those spells well and fight between the same ranks, he would have taken the lead, and the high-level leaders of the Imperial Sword Sect would not look like fools.

"You're a funny junior. The old man smiled and said, "For the sake of you being sincere to my family's Bai Yun, I will tell you about it." ”

As he spoke, he habitually went to take the teacup next to him, Han Yu quickly took the clay pot and poured him a cup of fragrant tea, and saw that the ugly aunt was looking at himself expectantly, and quickly took out some spiritual fruits.

Han Yu has set foot in a radius of hundreds of miles these days, there is a very large fruit forest to the east, Han Yu picked the spirit fruit in half a storage bag in line with the principle that thieves do not go empty.

These pear-sized spiritual fruits, eating sweet and sour in the mouth, Han Yu will take them out every day to coax the ugly aunt.

The old man glanced at the spirit fruit with some surprise, but he didn't care, took a sip of tea and asked, "What is the name of this door?"

Han Yu was confused when she heard this question, and the silly aunt on the side took a bite of the spirit fruit and replied, "Grandpa, you are stupid, of course this door is called Edgeworth Pyra!"

Han Yu understood a little vaguely, of course, the Imperial Sword Sect mainly cultivated a flying sword, but Han Yu still had doubts, what about the monks in the Qi refining period?

"Han Xiaoyou must not know much about this faction, which is divided into two sects: internal and external. It is very simple to enter the inner gate, every ten years the inner gate recruits disciples, as long as you can cultivate to the eighth level of qi refining before the age of twenty, you can join, and the disciples who have cultivated to the perfection of qi refining in the same sect have the qualification to take the Zhuji Dan. ”

Han Yu nodded a little ignorantly, this woman has fourteen days of flowers, and men have sixteen beards and long hair, which means that women have to cultivate to the eighth level of qi refining for six years and four years for men, which is indeed not simple.

"And there are also regulations for the competition in the outer gate, and disciples over the age of thirty-five are not allowed to enter the ring. The old man saw Han Yu's eyes flickering, and continued.

When Han Yu heard this, he suddenly realized, the disciples in the outer gate had no resources, they must be desperately doing some chores in exchange for spirit stones and pills, how could they have time to learn magic?

In the sect, everyone's nerves are twisted into clockwork and spin desperately, thinking that the monks who can win a handful work hard to save spirit stones in exchange for pills and other resources, and when they reach the cultivation level, they have to buy some magic weapons, and the spells are also hurriedly learned a few tricks, how can they have time to study carefully?

"Uncle Hong, what about those old monks who don't have any hope of building a foundation?" Han Yu thought for a moment and asked again.

The old man laughed when he heard Han Yu's question, and then said: "This life is like a white horse passing by for a hundred years, those monks who have not been able to build a foundation have spent the first half of their lives on cultivation, and the second half of their lives have been married to beautiful wives and beautiful maids, and they have lived that immortal life!"

Han Yu nodded, no wonder those spell books were covered with thick dust by no one caring.

"After the monk has built his foundation, he can learn the exercises that suit him, and of course he does not look down on these crude texts. Seeing that Han Yu was stunned, the old man also said with a smile.

"Han Xiaoyou, do you still want to learn that technique after listening to what the old man said so much?" the old man looked at him with a smile.

"Of course!" Han Yu said solemnly, "The younger generation knows that his qualifications are shallow, only the four spirit knots are still miscellaneous spirit roots, and he has no chance with the Great Dao in this life, so it is better to learn a few more spells, even if he encounters a strong enemy, he can fight hard!"

"Since Han Xiaoyou is determined by this, then the books in the side hall can be read!" The old man said appreciatively when he saw Han Yu's determination.

"Thank you, uncle!" Han Yu knelt on the ground, bowed respectfully, stood up and asked, "Can the junior copy it now?"

The old man smiled and nodded in agreement, Han Yu asked for some paper and ink, took a book of spells and began to transcribe, the ugly aunt came over and took a look and said, "Han Mazi, your handwriting is so ugly!"

Han Yu looked at the scribbled handwriting on the paper and laughed a few times, although he was literate but his calligraphy was too poor, and he usually didn't like to study, as long as he could understand it.

"Forget it, I'll help you copy it!" The ugly aunt said disgustedly and put Han Yu aside, then turned her head and whispered: "I know that your fruit is stolen from the orchard in the east, will you go and take me with you next time?"

Han Yu was a little embarrassed, but the ugly aunt whispered: "The ugly aunt comes to drink very bitter medicine every day, can I help you copy it?"

"Deal!" Han Yu thought about it and agreed.

"Pull the hook!" the ugly girl held out her little thumb.

As long as Han Yu stretched out his hand again, he fulfilled a super childish promise, but there was a trace of waves in his heart.

The conversation between the two was clearly heard by the old man, the old man's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "The old man has thanked Han Xiaoyou, you can persuade my stubborn granddaughter!"

Han Yu waved his hand again and again and said that he didn't dare, Han Yu looked at the ugly aunt's serious copying and relieved his heart, the old man gave Han Yu a look, and Han Yu understood that he would follow him out of the hall.

"Uncle Shi is looking for me?" Han Yu said respectfully.

The old man smiled kindly at Han Yu, and then said, "Bai Yun has always said that the herbs I boil are too bitter and unpalatable, and she would rather live happily for a few years than drink bitter herbs every day to maintain her life for decades." But when she met you today, she changed, and took the initiative to come over and drink the pill, and thanked Han Xiaoyou!"

"The younger generation also has a little sister in the family, but she died when she was a child. In recent days, seeing the white girl is like seeing a little sister, and it also fills some of the guilt in the hearts of some juniors. Han Yu rarely said a few big truths.

Han Yu was a little puzzled by this old man, the aura on his body was sometimes high and low, when it was high, it was three points more terrifying than that of a strong man surnamed He, and when it was low, it was at the level of Ronghuo.

After the old man finished speaking, he went back to the house, and Han Yu went to the house to explain to the silly aunt, and returned to the thatched hut first.

After walking around for half an hour, Han Yu was struggling with a little fragrant pig in his hand.

Naturally, this little fragrant pig was not raised in captivity in the house, but the offspring of two of these fragrant pigs, who were secretly hidden in the grass by them.

Han Yu once discovered its traces on a night patrol, and this time he happened to use him to beat his teeth and make a meat sacrifice to go to the Five Organs Temple.

Even if he didn't eat it, the people in the sect would definitely find traces of it and keep it in captivity again, and its fate would be to become a dish in front of the high-ranking monks, nothing more.