ps: Read the exclusive story behind "Bi Sheng Shu Xian", listen to your more suggestions for the novel, follow Qidian Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), and tell me quietly! Thinking of this, Yang Xiu secretly scolded himself for being careless, no matter how powerful Lin Shuangchen is, he is still in the body tempering period. In addition to his magic power and stronger ability to be beaten, there is no essential difference between physical body and ordinary people. He also chose to let her go out today. It really deserves to be beaten.

Seeing Yang Xiu's annoyed look, Lin Shuangchen showed a hint of doubt in his cold eyes. Then he saw Yang Xiu take out a teapot and a stack of cups, bamboo and porcelain bottles of all sizes, and even a few iron bars more than a foot long on the ground.

"These black bees won't be able to find them for a while. It won't take long to find them," said Mr. Liu.

Yang Xiu picked up some leaves and branches from the surrounding ground and piled them together. While using Taoist talismans to draw fire, he said, "Let's take a break and take a breath. I see, Master tomorrow, don't go to the front line. When you go back later, you will say that you are injured and should not go out."

Lin Shuangchen ignored Yang Xiu's nonsense, stared at Yang Xiu's skillful movements and built a simple rack with several iron bars. He then poured out unknown things from the porcelain bottle and threw them into the teapot. Finally, he poured out transparent water from the bamboo tube and poured it into the pot, put it on the rack and baked it.

Feeling Lin Shuangchen's burning gaze, Yang Xiu smiled and said, "I usually like to carry things with me, but I didn't expect it to come in handy here."

It's not too much to carry things with you. But who has seen so many things that can be put in your arms? Lin Shuangchen stared at Yang Xiu's chest, wondering if Yang Xiu would pull out a big iron pot from his arms. After a moment, he seemed to realize that this idea was a bit absurd. Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Xiu's eyes again.

In fact, Yang Xiu was really holding a big iron pot in his arms. When he was practicing in the wilderness, he used this iron pot to prepare a small cooking for himself more than once.

Yang Xiu blinked and wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Yang Xiu, who had always had no resistance to watching girls, was soon defeated, especially such a beautiful beauty who was naturally beautiful and could not be looked at directly.

The purple-gold Sumeru bag was taken out and held in his hand by Yang Xiu. Lin Shuangchen was slightly stunned and waved his hand and said, "That's your personal belonging, there is no need to show it to me."

"Don't you recognize the master?"

Yang Xiu shook the Sumeru bag and said with a smile: "This is Situ Yong's Sumeru bag."

Hearing this, Lin Shuangchen suddenly looked up, and the jade bowl slowly rotating above was shining brightly. Seeing Lin Shuangchen like this, Yang Xiu was sure that Liu Wenzhong didn't tell her what happened that day.

The bet is right!

Yang Xiu was secretly happy. He took out the Sumeru bag just to see Lin Shuangchen's reaction, and then took the opportunity to inquire about the secrets about the Xianmo Sect.

Situ Yong is undoubtedly a traitor to the Tianshu Pavilion, and he has any deal with him and the Xianmo Sect. Is the power of the intention to obtain the mysterious ring related to the undercurrents that make many sects nervous? How much involves this attack today is a complete mystery to Yang Xiu.

So before Lin Shuangchen could speak, Yang Xiu told the story as if he was pouring beans on a bamboo tube. Lin Shuangchen just listened quietly, and at first he was a little curious in his eyes, but later he returned to his original expression of Wubo in Gujing.

"Master, you are so kind to me, you will definitely not tell me Master Liu to take back the Sumeru bag, right?" Yang Xiu hugged the Sumeru bag in his arms like a treasure. He asked.

Lin Shuangchen shook his head and saw Yang Xiu grinning happily, feeling in his heart that he was indecipherable.

Why am I his master? But I feel that he is the one who is more mature in mind? Facing Situ Yong, even if the other party is seriously injured, it will be a life-long battle. Without tenacious will and meticulous thinking, it is impossible to succeed.

Yang Xiu struck while the iron was hot and asked immediately: "What did Situ Yong do? I want my uncle Liu to chase him personally. What does this matter have to do with the Xianmo Sect?"

Lin Shuangchen said without hesitation at all, "I can't tell you."

"Just a little bit."

Yang Xiu pretended to be a bitter face and begged, "I suspect this matter has something to do with my aunt being killed. Master, just tell me."

Lin Shuangchen's expression moved slightly, and his cold face became a little loose. Yang Xiu knew his master too well. It was true that he was not familiar with the worldly principles, but he had a rare quality, which was sympathy.

After more than ten years of teaching, Fu Yun still has not erased all the highlights in Lin Shuangchen's personality. This is why Yang Xiu is confident of "transforming" his master into a genuine goddess with normal feelings, rather than a clay figure who does not understand the seven emotions and six desires.

At this time, Yang Xiu was in a relaxed mood. His panic had long disappeared because he was in danger. This forest was not far from Fanjing Mountain. The monks who rescued him could find it soon. With Lin Shuangchen by his side, the swarm could only trap him and the two of them but not fatal.

The long night, you have to talk about something~

...

Summer is the season when stars appear together, with stars dots in the blue and black night sky, which is extremely beautiful. At this time, in the deep starry sky, several spots of light of various colors are dragging their long tails and sprinting through the sky, making the starry sky more gorgeous.

A young naughty boy discovered this wonderful landscape, pointed at the sky and shouted happily. He was soon taken back to the house by the adults at home, telling them that it was a god passing by from Fanjing Mountain and that he should not be rude. Then, he would study the immortal texts well in the future and bring glory to his ancestors in his family.

At the same time, the huge spiritual boat hovering in the air was silent and a murderous aura. Standing at the bow of the boat, Liu Wenzhong's eyes were like lightning, and the scholarly aura on his face was replaced by coldness and coldness, which made people around him feel infinite pressure.

The disciples of Yulingzhai who were warning and Feishu who Lin Shuangchen asked for help came almost at the same time. When Liu Wenzhong arrived at the scene, he could only find the corpses of bees scattered on the ground. Following the corpses of the black bee, the traces on the ground disappeared inexplicably, and Liu Wenzhong also met Min Qingshan with a gloomy face.

Min Qingshan's face turned ashen, and his meticulous bun was already spread out. He looked like a madman, his eyes were full of crazy fighting spirit, and he said, "We were ambushed. The other party is very strong. One of them was killed by me, and one of them was swallowed by Qiyun Dragon Turtle, and the rest had already escaped."

"It's a transformed monster." Min Qingshan added.

Liu Wenzhong listened quietly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He didn't care about any transformed monsters, and only asked one question. "Is there the whereabouts of my junior sister and Yang Xiu?"

"They should enter the jungle all the way south."

A disciple who was responsible for tracking the bee swarm next to him immediately said: "We followed to the edge of the jungle, but the bee swarm suddenly divided up to attack us. And a man with a very high level of cultivation attacked from behind. I was the only one who ran back in the five-man team that I went with me. They lost their traces."

Liu Wenzhong put his hands in his sleeves, narrowing his eyes slightly and silently. The remaining twenty-eight disciples of the Tianshu Pavilion stood on the deck behind Liu Wenzhong, clenched their fists and stared at them, and waited for Liu Wenzhong to give orders.

This time, the wild monsters entered the hinterland of Fanjing Mountain in a panic. Not only did no one notice it, but they also kidnapped everyone's favorite Lin Shuangchen. When they thought that the two of them were still alive, Liu Xian in the crowd clenched his fists and veins were woven. If Liu Wenzhong had not given the order, he would have rushed to the dense forest in the south long ago.

"The disciples of Tianshu Pavilion stayed at the spiritual boat. Do not act rashly before the reinforcements of Fanjing Mountain arrive. Elder Min, thanks to your timely help, I still have to trouble you to stay on the spiritual boat and take care of the disciples of Tianshu Pavilion."

Liu Wenzhong quickly gave the order, then bowed slightly to Min Qingshan, jumped into the air and turned into a ray of inspiration. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the sky, and was astonishingly fast.

Min Qingshan looked at the flowing light gradually disappearing in the sky in the distance, and his brows frowned slightly.

Why haven’t the people from Fanjing Mountain arrived for such a long time?

"It's dark now, and monsters in the wilderness have the advantage. There may be ambush when pursuing rashly, so everyone stays on the spot and stands for it." Min Qingshan also gave a deep command to the disciples around him, and then landed on the spiritual boat of the Tianshu Pavilion and waited for the high-level monks from Fanjing Mountain to arrive.

As the night became darker, Min Qingshan did not dare to send the main force out at the risk of being attacked by a sneak attack in the camp. In just a few days, the cluster of black bees living in the depths of the wilderness appeared twice in a row, and he had to be more careful.

Liu Xian stared at the direction where Liu Wenzhong disappeared in the south, and looked back anxiously from time to time, whispering in a low voice: "These grandsons are so slow, can they fucking fly!"

Zhang Wan held Liu Xian's hand aside and whispered. Liu Xian, who had always been happy, suddenly became anxious and angry when he heard the news of Yang Xiu's attack.

At this time, Liu Xian was impatient and angry. He was worried that Yang Xiu and Uncle Lin would have an accident. He was angry because he was limited in his strength and knew that his friend was in danger but could not do anything.

Not only Liu Xian, but other disciples of the Tianshu Pavilion also clenched their fists and looked cold, and there was a smell of anxiety in the crowd.

There were originally thirty disciples in the Tianshu Pavilion, but Lu Tiantu, who was traveling with Wu Kun, did not show up for some reason, but everyone did not have time to pay attention to this at this time.

...

The teapot on the iron rack dripped, and Yang Xiu poured the tea leaves from the last bamboo tube into the porcelain pot, shook it lightly for a few times, and then poured the amber tea into a small cup and handed it to Lin Shuangchen.

"Master, do you mean that the Xianmo Sect is just coveting our pastoral skills?"

Yang Xiu sat back to the fire and asked curiously: "That's why they made great efforts to instigate Situ Yong... But what kind of martial arts is so powerful that it is worth the trouble of them?"

Lin Shuangchen sat opposite Yang Xiu with his legs, slowly sipped tea. His pale cheeks seemed to have returned to some blood in the fire. He shook his head and said softly: "Only the leader knows the details of that sect. However, the sect had been completely destroyed decades ago. I wonder why the Xianmo Sect was obsessed with it."

There are many martial arts in the Tianshu Pavilion, but the treasure of the sect is inexplicably lost decades ago. Yang Xiu had known this for a long time. The Xianmo Sect spent so much effort to seize martial arts. Do they think this news is fake?

The loss of the martial arts was decades ago, and it was undoubtedly very difficult to find out the truth. Moreover, Yang Xiu didn’t think this masterpiece was really good. If it was a unique top-notch martial art, why did the Tianshu Pavilion be limited to Tongzhou for thousands of years? You should know that even before the martial arts were lost, the strength of the Tianshu Pavilion was completely incomparable to Fanjing Mountain and Yulingzhai.

Yang Xiu used the branches to twig the fire. He thought about it carefully and suddenly thought of the mysterious ring hanging around his neck. The whole thing suddenly had a blurred vein.

If, if the Forging of the Mechanism is part of the lost exercise, the Xianmo Sect would make sense to support the Yang family behind the scenes. It is also to avoid the Tianshu Pavilion's notice, so the other party has been acting secretly and did not dare to snatch it with great fanfare.

Subconsciously touching the ring on his chest, Yang Xiu's doubts were more: the meridian-forging technique is just a middle-grade upper-level exercise, not a rare secret treasure, or even less than those high-level pills. Those people persevere for it? It's unreasonable.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Lin Shuangchen's abdomen relieved a lot of pain and looked much better. Since drinking the tea prepared by Yang Xiu, Lin Shuangchen's health has improved a lot, but this fierce battle happened to happen to these days and it has been a bit repeated.

Yang Xiu said nothing, just frowned and thought, but Lin Shuangchen knew in his heart that this might be some kind of magical tea that can relieve pain, because Yang Xiu didn't touch the tea in the pot at all.
Chapter completed!