Chapter 187 The shadow of riding a dragon and patrolling the mountains is still there
Master Qingxiao laughed and said: "I was traveling in the early years and took shelter from the rain in a small temple in a deserted mountain. I accidentally saw a big colorful fish in a well in the courtyard. I thought it looked good and planned to fish it back to the Snowy Mountains and raise it."
"Unexpectedly, this thing came out of the water, and the Buddha's light was brilliant, and it wanted to fly away through the air. I didn't want to covet the Buddha's treasure, but the big fish didn't like it and slapped me with its tail. I was angry for a while, so I caught it alive and raised these In the past year, I have figured out some wonderful uses."
"This object is purified with true energy and placed around you. It can emit mysterious Buddha sounds, increase the power of various spells by 20 to 30%, and make your practice progress faster."
Yan Xi suddenly became interested in the Sword Discussion Conference and shouted: "Master Master shows his love so much, how can I not do my best?"
Qingxiao smiled slightly, bowed to Nayun Sou, and said: "Qingxiao was originally very dissatisfied with the master's uncle's random recruitment of disciples, but he did not expect that the master's uncle had a profound meaning. Only a nephew's superficial knowledge can detect it."
Nayun Sou snorted and didn't say much. Qingxiao was not annoyed. He smiled slightly, patted Yan Xi on the shoulder and said, "If you have anything to do, go to Senior Brother."
His figure flickered and he disappeared without a trace.
Seeing that Master Qingxiao had left, Nayun Sou said to his disciple: "You have a long face! Qingxiao is apologizing for what he said that day. Just accept what he gave you."
Yan Xi thought to himself: "I already have a black gold cassock. If there is another Buddha-sounding spiritual fish, I'm afraid..."
His heart suddenly shook, and he remembered something.
The Buddhist treasure of Venerable Jiuyan is located at Lingjiu Peak of Daxue Mountain.
He is in the Snowy Mountains now!
Not only was Yan Xi not happy, but he felt chills all over his body. He vaguely felt that there was an invisible hand shaking the fate of Taoist Yanxi. Otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences?
Jiuhe Taoist, a mere mortal warrior in the Dharma Realm, can have a black gold cassock, and Master Qingxiao, the headmaster of Xueshan Sect, can have a Buddha's Spiritual Fish?
Nayun Sou said: "Go back to Huanhe Tiangong to rest early!"
"There will be a hard fight tomorrow."
Yan Xi bowed and let Huang Tai fly with the spray cloud for half an hour, landing in the Zhuanhe Tiangong.
This heavenly palace is extremely high, and the palaces and pavilions of Jingsha City are generally like this. Perhaps it is to show the difference of the immortals.
The Zhuanhe Tiangong is built on the top of a mountain peak, rising from the ground. There are buildings hundreds of meters behind. The shape is also very strange, with twenty-seven floors, and each floor is surrounded by terraces. It is believed that the cranes were raised in those days to facilitate the takeoff and landing of these birds.
Probably because it had been deserted for a long time, Yan Xi took Huang Tai and walked around the Tuanhe Tiangong, but found no servants in this Tiangong, and not even a single person. It was empty, like a ghost mansion.
Yan Xi was a little scared, so he chose the highest floor and let Huang Taiyi live on this floor to embolden himself.
After meditating for a while, he couldn't stand the desertedness of the Huanhe Temple and traveled back to modern society.
Yan Xi took advantage of still some time and went out to visit several shops and bought dozens of cigarettes. He also went to the drugstore to buy a large number of moxa sticks and replenished a batch of food. Then he called Xun Qingying and planned to pick him up. She gets off work.
Nothing much happened that night.
In the morning, Yan Xi got up, washed up a little, and then traveled back to Zhuanhe Tiangong.
He glanced at the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance, thoughtful in his heart, and after a moment, he shouted: "Old Huang!"
Mrs. Huang packed up early, rushed over, and said with a smile: "The young master is going out?"
Yan Xi handed him the moxa sticks he bought yesterday and said, "You can use this to activate the light smoke sword energy!"
In order to produce more smoke, Yan Xi deliberately bought the lowest quality and cheapest moxa sticks. A hundred thick moxa sticks cost a few dozen yuan. It is said that they can burn for more than an hour.
Of course, Mrs. Huang used it to activate the light smoke sword energy, but she might not be able to hold it for a minute.
Mrs. Huang smiled and asked: "Can this thing be smoked like a big front door?"
Yan Xi was stunned for a moment and asked, "Have you learned to smoke too?"
Huang Taipo was embarrassed and said: "It was a long night, and I suddenly lit one. It relieved my worries. Unknowingly, I smoked a lot."
Yan Xi hurriedly said: "You can't smoke this thing. It's used to fumigate the room to remove odors!"
Moxa sticks are mainly used in traditional Chinese medicine, but Yan Xi doesn't know how to burn moxa, and he doesn't want to teach this old eunuch how to remove yin energy and increase yang energy.
He bought two of the cheapest cigarettes, handed them to Mrs. Huang, and said, "Since I smoked those, I'll give you these to save some."
These two cigarettes were matched by Yan Xi when he was buying cigarettes. Yunsou didn't smoke them, so he gave them to Mrs. Huang.
He took two more buckets of instant noodles and boiled a pot of water with Yanghuo slag. The master and servant each brewed a bowl and managed to finish breakfast. It was expected that the time was almost over.
Mrs. Huang then lit the moxa stick with a lighter, and sure enough, thick smoke billowed out, much stronger than cigarette smoke.
He tried it, and the smell was indeed wrong. He couldn't smoke it, so he had to activate it. It turned into ten thousand fragrant smoke and sword energy, wrapping the two of them and flying into the air together.
On the sword-discussing stage, generations of disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect could not help but sigh when they saw the young patriarch driving the smoke and billowing towards him again, as if he was causing trouble.
Yesterday, Yan Xi defeated ten opponents in a row, which can be regarded as impressive to most of the Snow Mountain disciples. However, whether it was led by the old eunuch Huang, appeared with a smoke, or had a wooden sword, he was just ordinary and always defeated his opponents by "trying his luck".
People always feel that his record is not "solid" enough.
As soon as Yan Xi stepped onto the sword discussion stage, a young female disciple challenged him.
Yan Xi looked familiar and asked: "A month ago, my master and I returned to the mountain, but you rode a dragon to patrol the mountain?"
The female disciple had a gentle attitude and replied: "It's my grandson!"
Yan Xi's scalp was numb and he thought to himself: "Why is it a grandson?" He asked again: "How many generations of disciples are you?"
The female disciple with the long sword on her back said: "I am Liang Hongyao, a disciple of the fifth generation!"
"I would like to ask my great uncle for advice!"
Yan Xi calculated his seniority and found that he was the second generation. The Yun generation was called Master Shu, the Crane generation was called Master Uncle, and the fifth generation was called Grand Master Uncle. It seemed logical.
It's just that he really doesn't like being called "old" by a girl of the same age or even older.
However, Yan Xi couldn't care about this aspect. After all, his seniority was damn high, and the Snow Mountain Sect was a big sect that attached great importance to sect rules. It was absolutely impossible to allow everyone to talk about their own affairs and call their disciples and grandchildren "Miss Sister".
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Liang Hong patted the "ancient sword" behind her waist. The long sword automatically jumped out of its sheath without any wind, and spun around in the air, as if controlled by a pair of invisible arms. The sword's light was like water, pointing at Yan Xi.
None of the opponents Yan Xi met yesterday paid such attention to him. Ye Hongchen, the most powerful person, might have to spend a lot of effort if he attacked with all his strength.
Liang Hongyao also learned his lesson and treated Yan Xi as a serious opponent and did not dare to ignore him in the slightest.