After eating a cake, Jiang Yan still felt unsatisfied. He went to the side to grab a few handfuls of snow to quench his thirst. His strength recovered a lot, so he had the heart to check his whole body:

Naturally, there were no shoes under my feet; the legs of the trousers were one high and one low, and half were missing, and a few large holes leaked out of their dirty thighs; the top was full of holes, and the back was cold, and a big hole was opened in the right chest, but the left chest looked thick.

He reached out and touched it, and took out a thin piece of paper, but the size of a palm, with eight Han Lis: Xiaoyao secret book, Wuliang's bottom. There was also a pattern next to it, with just a few strokes outlining a simple cliff appearance.

Jiang Yan was stunned and a thought arose in his heart: "Is this a time-travel welfare? The bottom of Wuliang Mountain, is it a secret book of the Xiaoyao Sect in the Tianlong?"

The Kung Fu of Xiaoyao Sect has always been regarded as a martial art of immortal cultivation. It is not a pity for any magical secrets when put into the Yellow Sect of the Ancient Sect. He was happy and looked at the velvet several times. After being blown by the wind, he realized that there were outsiders here.

He secretly regretted that he accidentally exposed the secret, too careless, so he quickly looked up.

The old man didn't pay attention to this place at all, just staring blankly at the heavy snow falling outside, dazed and dazed.

Jiang Yan also looked at it. The sky was dark and dark. Snowflakes raised the white mind on the ground layer by layer, emitting a cold and bright light. The vast area had completely enveloped the earth, like a piece of white paper, and could not even see a little ink mark.

It was quiet around, and in addition to the occasional "beep" sound of the fire, it seemed that snow fell and could also make rustling sounds.

The ruined temple was built on a small hill. Through the collapsed wall holes, you can see sparse dead trees, with their tops dyed pale. I don’t know if there will be a time to turn green in the next spring.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths."

Jiang Yan looked at this scene, and a poem surged in his heart, and couldn't help but blurted out.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths." The old man repeated, turned slowly, his tone was a little gentler, and he asked, "Little brother, who wrote this poem?"

"Of course it's... me." Jiang Yan was about to say to Liu Zongyuan, but he realized instantly that the poet had not been born yet, so he quickly changed his words. However, he was not thin-skinned and said calmly.

The old man was a little surprised and looked at him carefully. The more he felt the divine light overflowing, which was very different from the current young man. He thought of the sentence "I would rather be a peaceful dog than a chaotic person." He believed it in his heart and asked, "This poem should have the next sentence, can you give me advice?"

The last two sentences are not suitable for this place, and they are exposed when they are said. Jiang Yan casually made an excuse and shook his head and said, "I only think of these two sentences for the time being." Suddenly, a cold wind blew from the hole in the wall, and he couldn't help but shivered.

The old man turned his hand over, showed a porcelain bottle, handed it over, and said, "Take a sip." His tone became more and more gentle.

Jiang Yan hurriedly took it, pulled out the plug, and a fresh fruity aroma was sandwiched in the slightest smell of wine, which made people shocked.

What was unexpectedly the entrance was that the wine tasted mellow and was better than the various agings of later generations; there were several fruity flavors soft and refreshing, layer by layer.

As soon as the wine enters the stomach, warmth rises from the stomach and penetrates the whole body. Jiang Yan knew that this thing is precious, so he licked his lips, carefully returned the blockage, and returned it back, saying:

"My beloved's wine is amazing. After drinking it, I couldn't feel the cold even when I was wearing a single dress."

"You hold it." The old man waved his hand and said proudly: "This is the six fruit liquid carefully brewed from six kinds of fresh fruits. It has the effect of strengthening the body. It is just cold and not worth mentioning."

"Six Fruit Liquid?" Jiang Yan's heart moved. In the martial arts novel, he only knew one family. In the dynasty of Yang Sui, the identity of the person in front of him was about to emerge.

It is Lu Miaozi, who is known as the "No. 1 skillful craftsman in the world" in the world of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty!

After guessing the other party's identity, Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. According to what the book said, this person was very arrogant and looked down upon the "insignificant" secret in his hand.

He wanted to give some compliments and ask for some more secrets, but Lu Miaozi turned around again, staring at the flying snow that seemed to never stop, and thought secretly, what was the sign of bright light just now.

Jiang Yan carefully put away the six fruit liquid, sat cross-legged beside the fire, and felt worried: "Since you have given me the benefits of a novice, you are not happy, just pour your skills into your body, and it would be better to imprint martial arts into your mind. I insist on making some treasure map."

"Cough cough cough!" Lu Miaozi coughed twice, took out another porcelain bottle, took a sip, and then his face became a little more angry.

Jiang Yan suddenly remembered that the other party was injured by Zhu Yuyan, the leader of the Yingui Sect of the Demon Sect, and the demonic energy remained in his body. After more than ten years, the old injury would recur and pass away.

"I don't know if "The God of Beiming" can eliminate the demonic energy?" He thought in his mind, and quickly thought: "But this secret is the foundation of my establishment, how can it be passed on to others?

At worst, after I practice it, I will help him resolve it. But can he wait for me to practice it? Or, after I practice it, it will be useless for him to use it?"

Jiang Yan struggled in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts were repeated. In the end, human nature surpassed animal nature: if you know your kindness, you will be worse than animal!

He made up his mind, took two steps forward, presented the velvet paper with the secret book of Xiaoyao Sect, and said, "My benefactor, this is what my father left for me when he left, and it is said that it is the burial place of martial arts secret book passed down by the family.

It is rumored that this skill has the power to shock the earth and the unpredictable effect of gods and ghosts. I have no external objects in my body, but this object can repay my benefactor's grace for saving my life."

Lu Miaozi turned around, showed a smile on his face, and said, "You are intent. However, my martial arts are far inferior to the three great masters of the world, and I can still rank among the top 30 in the world.

Besides, I am good at medical skills, but I still understand my own body. Don’t say that it is your family’s martial arts. Even if you get the world-famous "The Art of Eternal Life", you will still be powerless and will survive."

Seeing that he seemed to be not very concerned, Jiang Yan said stubbornly: "My benefactor, don't think I am weak and have no power to tie a chicken. In fact, it is because my ancestors are rich, great-grand, and father, who are determined to help the world, and do not want to think about personal cultivation, so he abandoned martial arts and followed the literature.

Otherwise, my Tianshui Jiang family originated from the Yan Emperor Shennong family, and was named Taigong. As a descendant of Ji Han Pingxianghou, if he could learn literature and not fall into martial arts ambition, how could he end up in this way?”

Lu Miaozi looked solemn and bowed, "The bells and chimes in the courtyard are tuning, and the zithers in the hall are playing the zithers. Bids Ge and Jiang, and Chou can be kind. It turns out that it was after Jiang Boyou, and he was disrespectful!"

When Jiang Yan handed the velvet paper again, he refused to refuse and said to himself: "Since he is a loyal and wise man, at least I can give him some advice and save me a piece of talented and beautiful jade, and I can't enter the door."

When he saw those eight words, he frowned: "How can I explain Xiaoyao? Where is Wuliang Mountain?"

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment and said to himself: "Is there no Wuliang Mountain in this world?" He hurriedly said: "The meaning of freedom is taken from Zhuangzi. As for Wuliang Mountain, I don't know the specific location, I only know it is in the southern Yunnan area."
Chapter completed!