"This...it's a long time to say,"

Yang Xiu looked down at his clothes, made a helpless expression, touched his chin and smiled, "But why are you here?"

"I'll visit~" Xin Xiaoyu pointed to the top of Xiaomeng Mountain and said jokingly.

"Travel... door?"

Yang Xiu looked at Xiao Mengshan in confusion, thinking that this place was just a casual string? Seeing the other party's relaxed look, Yang Xiu became even more curious about Xin Xiaoyu's identity.

At this time, the little maid behind came forward and whispered a few words in Xin Xiaoyu's ear.

After hearing this, Xin Xiaoyu waved his hand impatiently, turned his head and stared at Yang Xiu, imitated Yang Xiu's expression and movements, touched his chin seriously, and said, "My affairs are so long~ Hehehe~ I heard you wrote another poem? Write me one of "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" and you will set the price."

Yang Xiu couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, and thought that this little girl was so pretty, I decided to pay... I like it

"Your information is really good, but I have an appointment with my friend, and it is not convenient now. Why don't you wait for you to come to Liushu Hall to find me at noon?"

Yang Xiu looked up at the sun, thought for a while and said, "As for the price, I'll talk about it then."

"good!"

Xin Xiaoyu agreed crisply, then looked at Yang Xiu with a slight blinking. Just as Yang Xiu was wondering what the other party meant, Xin Xiaoyu stretched out his slender index finger and pointed behind Yang Xiu, and laughed and said, "The bamboo in Xiao Mengshan is about to be eaten up by your horse~"

Yang Xiu screamed in surprise, slapped his forehead, turned around and chased him hard, and waved his arm to Xin Xiaoyu as if he had said goodbye.

Xin Xiaoyu covered his mouth with his little hands and smiled happily for a while. He watched Yang Xiu continue to move to the old dark horse with affection and reason. After repeated urging by the little maid, he turned around and turned into the carriage.

"Miss, you shouldn't have said that kind of thing just now. What if that little peddler lion spoke..." In the carriage, the middle-aged Taoist priest held the whisk in his hand and lowered his head slightly.

"My master asked you to follow me, did you ask you to talk too much?"

Xin Xiaoyu's voice was as crisp and pleasant as a wind chime, but the middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to hear some terrifying words, his head lowered, kept silent, and looked frightened.

Turning his head and looking out the window, Xiao Mengshan, which is as green as the sea, quickly disappeared from his sight. Xin Xiaoyu remembered Yang Xiu's appearance that was completely different from others just now, with his pink lips slightly raised, showing a playful smile.

...

The old black horse stood leisurely next to the bamboo forest, and opened and closed the big mouth to clean the bamboo leaves on the entire bamboo branch, making it so fragrant that it was "crunching".

Yang Xiu stood beside him, his face as heavy as water.

This old dark horse seemed to be addicted to eating bamboo, and the Tianshu Peak and Bingdaotang were also rich in spiritual energy, and the flowers, plants and trees absorbed a lot of spiritual energy. But the old dark horse just liked the bamboo in Xiaomengshan.

The two female disciples guarding the entrance of Xiaomeng Mountain have already walked towards this side. Seeing this, Yang Xiu said that he was finished. The last account has not been settled yet. If he is punished for monthly salary this time, he and Old Man Fang will drink the Northwest Wind next month.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiu slapped the old Heima in the butt, then squeezed out his smile and greeted the two female disciples: "Two senior sisters..."

"Let your horse leave after eating. If it weren't for the sake of the distinguished guest, I would definitely teach you a lesson today!" One of the female disciples looked at Yang Xiu in disgust, interrupted Yang Xiu, and said with a tense face.

Yang Xiuzheng was going to apologize, but he was stunned when he heard this. Seeing the two female disciples staring at him, he turned around cleverly and ran to the old dark horse.

A distinguished guest?

Yang Xiu scratched his head and looked at the sky, knowing it in his heart. It seemed that he was exposed to Xiaoyu. But what is this little girl's identity? She could still fly freely over the Tianshu Pavilion by giving Xiao Mengshan such a face?

After such delays, it was already time for the appointment with Liu Xian. The old dark horse seemed to realize that Yang Xiu's good temper was about to disappear, his mouth was filled with bamboo leaves, and he walked out of the bamboo forest with a step, and walked back to the road with satisfaction.

"I think you want to become a spirit," Yang Xiu stared at the old dark horse for a long time, and finally could only shake his head helplessly.

...

The market of Tianshu Pavilion opens every three days, and there is a large-scale market transaction every other month. Liu Xian and Yang Xiu walked in the market, looking up at the dense stalls on the hillsides on both sides, and were all dazzled.

The two of them chatted while walking, and talked about the special arrangement of the Tianshu Pavilion today.

"So, Tianshu Pavilion has been trying hard to send people to guard the situation these days, all for the visitors of Fanjing Mountain?" Yang Xiu asked curiously.

"yes,"

While searching for the materials he needed in the shops on both sides of the road, Liu Xian said with a sigh: "Fanjing Mountain is the largest sect in Ningguo. It is said that there is an ancestor who has passed away in the sect. With a light wave of his hand, our Tianshu Pavilion will be destroyed~"

Fanjing Mountain is a great sect of immortal cultivation in the northern part of Tongzhou. The entire Ningguo immortal cultivation world is headed by Fanjing Mountain. This sect is based on the ancient Buddhist scriptures of the Buddhist world. After thousands of years of development, the martial arts are extremely powerful and it has become a sect.

Logically speaking, the status of the Tianshu Pavilion cannot reach the eye of Fanjing Mountain. Today, the envoy suddenly visited and the entire Tianshu Pavilion was talking about it.

Hearing this, Yang Xiu couldn't help but see Xin Xiaoyu outside Xiaomeng Mountain. He thought of the two spirit beasts that could fly on the clouds and mist, and the middle-aged Taoist priest with unknown cultivation. Yang Xiu had already had a guess about Xin Xiaoyu's identity in his heart.

...

"Whatever he does, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

The two of them came to a stall. Liu Xian picked up a piece of animal bone and looked at it while chasing Yang Xiu: "I have seen through it for a long time. If you fail to do business at home, you will be able to pay some money. If you are not careful on the road to immortal cultivation, you may have your life~"

After hearing this, Yang Xiu smiled and said nothing. Liu Xian had such an idea, which means he was much more mature than before, and at least he would not be fooled by someone like Wang Qian again.

Thinking of Wang Qian, since he fought in the mountains and forests last time, Qi Wen disappeared completely. Not only was there no one in the sect, but there was no news in the secular home. Tianshu Pavilion has listed the disciple of Elder Situ of Bingdaotang as a missing person.

Now Yang Xiu wants to see Wang Qian again than anyone else and get the news he cares about the most from the other party.

...

After walking around the market, the two of them purchased the materials they needed almost the same, so they slowed down and exchanged their cultivation experience from time to time. For Yang Xiu, who had been exploring his own practice, this was a rare opportunity to improve.

The two were talking, and Yang Xiu felt his sleeves suddenly tighten. He turned around and found that it was the old dark horse biting his sleeves and constantly pulling them aside, as if he was very anxious.

Yang Xiu is now full of anger with the old dark horse and doesn't want to pay attention to it, but the old dark horse's temper is more stubborn than a donkey. In addition, Liu Xian is laughing happily, so Yang Xiu can only follow the old dark horse around and walk out of the market.

"If you ask me to find something for you, I will be hungry for you for three days when I go home!" Yang Xiu saw that he was getting farther and farther away from the market, and was worried that the old black horse would do anything else, he rushed forward with a stern face. This market is within the Tianshu Peak. Could it be that Lao Hei still wants to go to the door of the old man Zhuji's cave to eat trees?

However, the old dark horse just made a fuss and didn't take Yang Xiu's threat seriously at all.

After a while, the old black horse had already brought the two of them to an open space on the hillside. This place was very close to the market, and there was a pavilion on the edge of the cliff in the distance. The clouds floated outwards, and the top of the mountain was looming in the sea of ​​clouds, which was very beautiful.

The two of them looked over from a distance and there were about a dozen figures in the pavilion, with Liu Wenzhong and several others accompanying each other. Sitting opposite were several cultivators dressed in special clothes, talking about something with Liu Wenzhong with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Yang Xiu pulled the reins of the old dark horse tightly. You can't cause trouble here, otherwise no one would pity the old dark horse if it was stewed and eaten meat.

"It's the man from Fanjing Mountain."

Liu Xian looked at the middle of the people and said to Yang Xiu: "I didn't expect the old dark horse to take us here."

After hearing Liu Xian's explanation, Yang Xiu suddenly realized that the pavilion was all Fanjing Mountain disciples who came from afar. When they arrived at the Tianshu Pavilion a few days ago, they set up a formation here, saying that they wanted to share their experience in cultivating immortals with the disciples of the Tianshu Pavilion.

However, these people do not compete in martial arts or magic power, but rather in fairy talent.

The other party took out a book of Fanjing Mountain's immortal cultivation. As long as he can recite any of the immortal texts in a certain period of time, he will be considered successful. Moreover, the exercises in the classics are absolutely genuine. You can practice by yourself after memorizing them. Fanjing Mountain will never interfere.

When he came from afar, the old man Zhuji also took out a classic and prepared it accordingly, inviting the guests from Fanjing Mountain to recite it.

For most disciples, this so-called "communication" is simply a fantasy.

Because no one has seen these two immortal scriptures, it is difficult to understand and recite them in a short time. Even the short thousand-character texts in Shanyin City were just a few days and years before anyone present could recite them completely.

But there was really an immortal genius among the people of Fanjing Mountain. He memorized half of the immortal genius within the specified time. Old Zhuji took out five medium-grade spirit stones on the spot as a reward, enviing everyone as a red-eyed rabbit.

However, Fanjing Mountain is in power, and there are countless peerless geniuses in the sect, and the Tianshu Pavilion is almost interesting. Until now, no one can memorize even half of the article.

"The situation is different today. They seem to have made a fortune?"

Liu Xian pointed to a few things on the middle table and laughed at Yang Xiu, "I guess everyone thinks it's too difficult and no one tried it, so he added a little more~ Yang Xiu, do you want to try it?"
Chapter completed!