At a certain stage of the extraordinary civilization of this plane, this was a magical herb that was widely used by a group of extraordinary people called "Sword Cultivators". It could be refined into a magic prop called "Sword Pill".
And as a necessary tool for practicing flying sword.
use:
1., Refining Sword Pill
2. The remaining uses are unknown (the character’s alchemy/alchemy and herbology-related levels of knowledge do not meet the relevant conditions)
——This information is provided by the consciousness of this plane
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Flying sword?
Yi Chun thought for a while and felt that this thing might have some uses.
After this period of understanding, he has gradually learned about the extraordinary power of this world. Of course, it may only be part of it...
The legend about the Sword Immortal occupies a large part in the extraordinary legends of this world.
Moreover, this thing can probably touch the heart of every inheritor of the relevant culture.
Even Yi Chun, who doesn't like those fancy things, still thinks flying swords are really cool!
After thinking about it, or maybe not thinking about it at all, Yi Chun sensed the situation around him.
Well, no one is prying...
So, he climbed directly up through the mist, and then stopped on top of the weed.
Under Yi Chun's weight, the weed was naturally crushed to the ground.
From the appearance, it is really no different from ordinary weeds.
Then, Yi Chun glanced both ways furtively.
Without anyone noticing, he calmly used the claws hidden under his body to dig open the cliff wall.
Then, with lightning speed, he put the weed into his backpack.
Sensing the sword heart grass in his backpack, Yi Chun continued to pull at the cliff a few times, and quickly left the scene after destroying the traces of the crime...
On the other side, the old Taoist who wandered north to enjoy a cup of tea returned to the mountain.
The old Taoist looked in the direction where the young Taoist was walking.
Looking at the little Taoist priest Yu Xing who was climbing down with a bitter look on his face, he nodded slightly.
Then, he seemed to notice something. The old Taoist looked thoughtfully at a new sign of damage on the cliff...
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"You got under Taoist nun's skirt and got beaten?"
Seeing the little Taoist Yu Xing running back with dust and sweat stains on his face, the fat Taoist in charge of the kitchen asked cheerfully.
"No way! I followed my senior brother to climb the mountain..."
Upon hearing this, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing, who was washing his face with cold water from the tap outside the dining room, immediately raised his head and retorted.
"Oh, I heard that you have gone to a place where others practice."
"What, you want to say you go there to climb mountains?"
"When we were having dinner today, some female disciples asked which Taoist priest the cat-walker was from!"
The fat Taoist deliberately raised his voice, looked at the little Taoist Yu Xing narrowly and said.
"Nothing! I..."
The little Taoist priest Yu Xing blushed instantly, but when he thought that he had indeed gone to someone else's territory, it was hard to say anything.
It’s all my fault, senior brother!
The little Taoist priest Yu Xing rubbed his face and ran into the dining room to find something to eat.
The fat Taoist didn't say much, he just smiled.
"This kid is also destined."
The fat Taoist seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly said with emotion.
"Hmm? Is there any drama?"
The Taoist priest who had a dining room nearby came over and asked.
"You know what the heck, this is just like spreading sesame pancakes. Once you touch it, it won't be dry or thin. If you spread it over there, it won't be flat but not flat. Hey, it's done! This is called just right!"
The fat Taoist glanced at him sideways, then patted his head with his chubby hand and said:
"You bastard, don't think about this. Just follow the master and I'll practice your cooking skills for a few years."
"It's just like that piece of dough. It's not pretty, but if you're hungry, you can always find someone who's about to starve to death..."
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"Brother, you killed me!"
Not long after finishing the meal, Yi Chun, who was taking a nap in the yard outside the dining room, was woken up by Yu Xing, a little Taoist priest with a bitter look on his face.
Meow?
Yi Chun glanced at the little Taoist priest Yu Xing with an unfriendly look, wondering in what name he should give this boy a beating.
"Master wants me to climb the mountain to deliver food to you at noon every day from now on, before it gets too cold!"
"How about I bring you cucumbers, senior brother? Cucumbers taste better when they are chilled..."
After feeling Yi Chun's increasingly dangerous gaze, the little Taoist stopped complaining.
He suddenly thought that his senior brother seemed no safer than his senior brother...
The little Taoist priest Yu Xing, who subconsciously touched his face, stepped back.
Although at this distance, he felt that it was of no use to his senior brother.
But he felt that he still had the confidence to cover his face before his senior brother took out his claws.
After hearing what the young Taoist priest Yu Xing said, Yi Chun felt that he should be more tolerant to this junior brother.
Although with his ability, it doesn't take much time to run to eat.
But just like the college students who order takeout from the restaurant downstairs, this matter actually has two tastes.
However, he estimated that he was acting as a tool in it.
Because after that, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing took out a book from the cloth pocket behind him:
"This is what the master asked me to bring to you. He said it was the master's wish."
Yi Chun looked at the book that the little Taoist priest Yu Xing put on the ground, and then he smelled a strong smell of toner.
Newly printed?
Yi Chun pulled the book over and saw that the cover was an ordinary piece of hard paper with a few words of dragon and phoenix printed on it.
Maybe because I was afraid that others would understand, there was a simplified look next to it:
""The First Interpretation of Sword Pill""
Yi Chun:???
His eyes suddenly widened, and then he quickly glanced at his backpack.
Well, the sword heart grass is still there...
No, how did he know?
The frequency of Yichun's tail wagging began to change strangely. Sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was fast, just like the turbulent waves in Yichun's heart at this moment.
In other words, does he know?
Yi Chun looked at the little Taoist priest Yu Xing who was at a loss and was speculating in his mind.
If he didn't know, then why did he send this book "The Preliminary Explanation of Sword Pill".
If he knew, then why did he send this book "The First Interpretation of Sword Pill"...
Or is he just suspicious?
Yi Chun felt that unless he asked an experienced Taoist, the probabilities of these three possibilities were all the same.
Yi Chun suddenly felt like a cat locked in a box...
However, he felt that maybe it wasn't that complicated.
Because, Yi Chun suddenly thought of why the little Taoist priest Yu Xing came to give this book.
Remuneration for being a tool?
Yi Chun thinks this is very reasonable...
Then, under the confused gaze of the little Taoist priest Yu Xing, Yi Chun jumped onto the little Taoist priest Yu Xing's shoulder and lightly tapped his shoulder with her paw.
Then, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing saw Yi Chun pointing at the "Preliminary Explanation of Sword Pill" below...
