In the wide cave at the bottom of the snow-capped mountain, a huge wooden barrel was filled with steaming hot water. The entire cave hall is filled with the fragrance of fragrant herbs. A girl with creamy skin, naked, soaked in the brown-black liquid. The girl's face, which had a sharp silhouette and was full of haggardness, was now rosy cheeks and soft lines.

Cheng Cheng's eyes were slightly closed, his heart was like water, and he inspected his various qi meridians with an almost settled mind. I saw that it was like condensing the essence of the silk of medicinal power, like the dragons that took off for nine days, swimming happily in the avenues of various qi veins, and everywhere they passed, they swept away the stains and filth with a refreshing breath brought by themselves;

The ten-fingered needlework boy was extremely dexterous, and every hole as thin as a needle was sewn together with the power of the medicine that had condensed into substance, and it was extremely difficult to see even a trace of stitches. After the needlework boy has mended it, he will use his delicate little hand to caress the stitches until he feels that the place within reach is as smooth as a bib, and then he hurriedly runs to the next hole.

The woman with a charming face, wearing a light green Luo skirt, would sit quietly on a stone not far away, quietly looking at the pure girl who seemed to be a celestial in the mist, her eyes were complicated, and she couldn't tell whether it was pity, cherishment, envy, or jealousy.

The wooden barrels are made of extremely meticulous workmanship, and the planks are made of extremely rare alpine redwoods. It is said that this kind of wood grows mostly in the ice and snow that is difficult for ordinary humans to set foot in, and the wood is mellow. Even if it is cut down to make furniture, the mellow woody fragrance can be maintained for hundreds of years. What's even more amazing is that this aroma has a certain aura that warms and replenishes the qi veins of the internal organs. For ordinary people, if there is a section of wrist thickness and about three feet of alpine redwood branches hidden in the home, it can not only fill the house with fragrance, but also play a role in calming the mind and prolonging life. For the monks on the mountain, it is a good object that can condense the aura and replenish the qi mansion.

Although the quality and efficacy of this kind of thing are still different from those of heaven and earth in the eyes of monks, it is still extremely laborious to build such a huge wooden barrel from such a precious material that is rare in the world in this desolate and barren place. For ordinary people under the mountain, it may be difficult to achieve it after exhausting the unremitting efforts of several generations.

However, for the sake of the little girl's medicinal bath, Ren Pingsheng insisted on using alpine redwoods, from the collection of materials to the production of materials, and asked to make such a wooden barrel with exquisite craftsmanship within three days. In those three days, Shi Yuqing and Hu Jiu respectively used their flying powers to travel thousands of miles in the mountains and snowy mountains. Once it is found that the sequoia is old enough and the trunk exceeds the thickness of the bowl, it will send an invisible signal with its own qi.

This kind of signal can only be recognized by Ren Pingsheng, who is proficient in the art of looking at qi. No matter who found the target, as long as the location of the redwood was less than a hundred miles away, Ren Pingsheng and the other person would immediately arrive to help cut down the materials, and then Ren Pingsheng would bring them back alone. If it is more than 100 miles, it can only be solved by the two big guys with flying supernatural powers, in short, just send the trunk with branches and leaves to the cave at the bottom of the valley.

Ren Pingsheng sat here, cutting and cutting with the bladeless iron sword over there, personally cutting and planing, and hoopping wooden barrels.

In those days, Li Xilian has been watching coldly, looking at the young man's focused and meticulously crafted appearance, and she is always angry and uneasy for no reason, but she can't say anything, so there are a lot of inexplicable angry noises, broken mouths and abuse. What is annoying is that when Ren Pingsheng was busy, he would not notice her Li Xilian's sneering and even hoarse words at all. It wasn't until he was done that the boy noticed the irrepressible resentment on the bewitching woman's face, and then he only smiled faintly and amused, and then continued to concentrate on his work.

So for the past ten years, I have always looked at the little girl in the barrel

Haoyue's pure appearance, Li Xilian has such a complicated look.

The entire valley outside the cave was another scene of sword qi churning, and white grass and dead trees being cut and broken in patches. Occasionally, there was a big tree with a trunk as thick as a bucket, broken in the middle, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and when the trunk fell into the air, several sword qi crisscrossed and staggered, cutting the trunk and branches into countless small sections;

The iron sword boy is just wielding the iron sword in a square inch, the wind is not broken, Xu is not visible, and there is a faint bit of extremely slow and extremely fast atmosphere.

Every time the young man handed out his sword, there was not only the majestic momentum of opening the mountain and splitting the ground, but also the cautiousness like Yue Linyuan. Once the sword move is in full swing, within the next two hours, the sword qi that permeates the entire valley will not weaken by half a point.

It's just that the sword qi flying in the sky, when the time comes, it will be accepted, just like the mirage spit out of the mouth of the spirit toad, looking magnificent and magnificent, but as long as the spirit toad closes its mouth and breathes, the magnificent and magnificent scene is swallowed in the mouth in an instant, and disappears into invisibility.

Ren Pingsheng stood with his sword in his hand, his eyebrows lowered, and he calmly spit out a few times, and was about to put the sword back into its sheath, when suddenly he sensed a sudden disturbance in his sea consciousness. Ren Pingsheng immediately turned around vigilantly, his eyes were cold, facing the direction of Taniguchi, and with a flick of his wrist as he turned around, the iron sword had also changed from a reverse grip to a positive grip, pointing diagonally in front of him.

A young scholar in a blue cotton jacket walked slowly from Taniguchi. The scholar was empty-handed, and he carried a bookcase that was no higher than his shoulders and his bottom was no lower than his waist. Such a simple luggage is not like a long-distance study tour, but if it is just an early and evening outing, it is absolutely impossible.

Not to mention the academy and Taoist Academy, it is the village closest to here, and ordinary people can't walk here without a ten-and-a-half-month journey.

Therefore, Ren Pingsheng was very vigilant about this uninvited guest who appeared in a mediocre appearance and appeared lightly.

The scholar approached slowly, and when he reached two feet in front of Ren Pingsheng, he stopped, and said with a wave of his hand: "Fang Mao, a student of the Liangdao Academy below, was originally going to take a shortcut and go over the snow-capped mountains to Guangxin Prefecture. On the way, I met an old man who asked me to bring something to make a broad-bladed iron sword for a little brother in the valley here. I didn't expect the little brother to practice swords, and I really didn't want to go. ”

Ren Pingsheng was vigilant, but a pair of cold eyes became hot. If the person who came was really as he said, then what he brought, Ren Pingsheng had already guessed some eyebrows.

Because the burden was left in the Stone Forest Cave Sleepy Dragon Terrace Stone Pavilion, the "Half Heavenly Ink" sword grinding stone on that side could not be brought with him, and every time it was suitable for sharpening the sword, Ren Pingsheng felt empty in his heart, and he was extremely unaccustomed to it.

Although the sword has been sharpened for several years, even the rust on the body of the sword has not been rubbed off a bit, and every day of grinding, you will not find the slightest change in the body of the sword, but after the accumulation of time, you will find that the iron sword faintly glows with a certain vitality that can only be understood.

Now that he has not been able to sharpen his sword for more than a month, the vitality in the iron sword seems to be slowly fading, and according to the rough estimation of the meteorological changes seen by the Qi Technique, the slackness of January has lost at least half a year of grinding effort.

"The person who asked you to bring something, surnamed Wang?" Ren Pingsheng directly skipped the polite greetings, anxious to know the result.

The scholar nodded, untied the medium-sized bamboo bookcase on his back and put it on the ground at his feet, but he opened the lid and still straightened up and said, "So, you are really Ren Pingsheng?"

"Yes. When Ren Pingsheng replied, the tip of the sword pointing forward had dropped a lot, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword still maintained a slight elbow sitting on his wrist. If you need to draw a sword, you can still do it at any time.

For the young man's caution, the scholar smiled faintly, disagreed, and bent down directly, opened the lid of the bookcase, and took out a large amount of baggage, and another short sword with an antique style, but judging from the form and pattern of the scabbard, it is a very old object. Even through the sword qi made of some unknown heaven and earth treasure, the short sword could still reveal a trace of extremely subtle sword qi.

It's subtle, but it's pure.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly met his relatives and friends who had been absent for a long time, and finally had a gentle smile on his face, holding his sword and holding his fists: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

The scholar casually politely said a few words, and immediately explained that the burden was handed over to Ren Pingsheng, and as for the short sword, if Cheng Cheng girl could already use it, then ask Ren Pingsheng to hand it over to Cheng Cheng. If Cheng Cheng is temporarily unusable, it can be temporarily kept by Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng put away the iron sword and stepped forward to take the two things sent by the scholar. He was not in a hurry to open the long-awaited baggage, but stared curiously at the bamboo box that the scholar had already covered.

Ren Pingsheng's burden, in addition to the simple clothes that he washed and changed every day, as well as the pebbles carefully selected and brought down from the Mountain of No Return, there are more than 30 left, as well as the sword grinding stone on that side and more than 100 taels of silver that did not melt away. In other words, the volume of the burden can already take up most of the space of the bookcase. And after the scholar took out the baggage, there were still a lot of luggage and books in the bookcase, and the space occupied was only a lot more than the baggage.

However, when the burden is not taken out, the bookcase is not full, and after taking it out, the contents of the bookcase are still in a state of being full!

The key is that the color and quality of this kind of bamboo are very familiar to Ren Pingsheng.

The second master's hexagram is very similar to the bamboo piece of this bookbox!

Scholar Fang Mao looked at him, knew what he meant, and said with a smile: "It turns out that you are not from Xiqiao Mountain, this kind of little thing, although it is rare for the monks on the mountain, it is not a strange thing. The bamboo used to weave this bookbox is made of Duotong bamboo, which grows in the Yelang Mountains of South Vietnam. There is a master named Gong Jili in the southeast Dahe Prefecture, who created such a magic weapon with his supreme magical powers, a bit like the mustard sac of the immortal family on the mountain. Although its function is far from that of the mustard sac, the box will not be full if you have twenty or thirty packs. ”

This kind of thing, Ren Pingsheng heard of it for the first time, and he took a closer look with wide eyes, not letting go of every scorn in the bookcase, but he couldn't see anything unusual. It's just that from the perspective of Wangqi technique, although the material of this kind of bamboo is extremely pure, it is still very different from the master's hexagram that involves the slightest wisp of heaven.

"Duotong Bamboo, is it different from Duotong Bamboo King?" Ren Pingsheng almost muttered to himself, and his thoughts quietly drifted to the plateau on the high mountain. A white-clothed Taoist wearing a scarf and a disciple who helped him carry a hexagram flag walked together in the alleys of various villages. Taoists always nag and talk a lot of strange theories, ghosts and legends. To the ears of the disciples, those legends of Zhiwei were obviously absurd, but the master seemed to be so true when they said it flatteringly.

Fang Mao answered the young man's unintentional question very seriously: "It is extremely rare to have bamboo shoots in 30 years, and to become a bamboo shoot in 300 years." As for Duotong Bamboo King, many people I know have heard of it, but no one has seen it. ”

Ren Pingsheng let out an "oh", turned his face again, and took a closer look at the plainly dressed scholar. It's only about 20 years old, so it's not surprising that you're young and have limited knowledge.

Fang Mao seemed to see through the young man's thoughts, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he didn't intend to explain.

It seems that the three plains and twelve states in the Xuanhuang world, our Mao still has to go a few more times.