Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Liu Muqing looked back in confusion, and saw several exquisite jade pots on the table next to Xuan Ji, filled with the aroma of wine.

The air is filled with spiritual energy visible to the naked eye.

“This is the spiritual wine ‘Fire Cloud’ that I carefully brewed. I’d like to trouble you, Junior Sister, to pass it on to Senior Sister Xuanqing for me.

Let’s just talk about the day in the Immortal Demon Cave. There are many things I didn’t have time to say to Senior Sister, um…”

Xuanji felt a little embarrassed when he said this, so he simply took out the four treasures of the study and wrote a love poem on the table.

"When spring comes, the flowing water is clear, and I send it to the falling flowers to listen to."

"Ji" and "Ji" have the same pronunciation, and then he turned it over and handed it to Liu Muqing. Liu Muqing glanced at it and commented in her heart:

"The tail is exposed and the head is hidden, the romantic becomes the upper class,"

But... I hate people who write poetry and prose the most in my life.

"We are all over a thousand years old, fellow disciples, and yet we are still doing this?"

"Just do it if I ask you to. Don't ask too many questions. Otherwise, next time you come to the Sutra Library, I won't give you a back door."

He doesn't like drinking either, but she does.

Xuan Ji learned this secret hobby from his junior sister using the "Qing Hui Lei Fa".

The exchange of skills in the Sutra Repository requires corresponding contributions. Xuan Ji needs help from others, so she always opens a back door and can view and exchange any skills at will.

"Okay, okay, I'll make sure they're all delivered."

Xuan Ji has taken good care of her over the years, even though it was because she and Xuan Qing lived on the same mountain, but she did benefit a lot from it.

I don't mind running errands for something that's easy.

After leaving the Sutra Repository, Liu Muqing did not go back to Xuanqing Mountain directly, but pretended to stroll back and forth at the edge of Daotian Gate.

She was from the Xuan generation of the sect, so no one would deliberately ask about her whereabouts. In addition, her reputation had been ruined recently, so all the disciples avoided her.

It didn't take much effort to retrieve the Beitian Coffin and the Mo Yun Qiu Shui inside it.

In the secret room of the courtyard, the evil self retreated and handed over control of his body, and Mo Yun Qiu Shui's consciousness gradually regained consciousness.

She looked at Liu Muqing blankly as she took out piles of thunder materials from the storage magic weapon, not knowing what was happening.

"These materials are enough for you to cultivate to the third level. Hurry up and cultivate, and strive to regain your freedom as soon as possible."

The life savings of one God Transformation Realm and two Nascent Soul Realms, plus the entire medicinal garden on the mutated spiritual vein of the Lei Ling Sect, were all looted by my evil self.

There are actually more than enough materials to practice the first three levels of Qinghui Lei Fa. This technique can be practiced in the Jindan stage, and the first three levels are only at the Yuanying level.

The subsequent stages are where the difficulty of practicing this thunder technique comes into play, as it requires various types of spiritual thunder from heaven and earth to temper one's own meridians.

But Liu Muqing's goal is to integrate thunder magic with magic skills and refine it into a thunder body. The first three levels are enough to become nutrients for the "flower".

Three days later, Liu Muqing sensed that Xuanqing's jade talisman was flashing in the storage bag, calling her to come over.

He opened the door and glanced at Li Zhiyun who was sitting in a daze in the middle of the yard, without disturbing her as she was missing her old friend who was far away and yet so close at hand.

They walked through a mossy path and arrived at the top of the mountain. Liu Muqing had left a trace of demonic energy in the body of the civet cat that she had been given.

In order to make it easier to find Li Zhiyun in the future, the spirit cat was mistakenly killed by the people of Daotianmen, and Dahuang disappeared as early as the beginning of his entry into Daoxuan Sect.

Now there are no small animals in Li Zhiyun's yard to keep her company, and she misses her former sisters every time.

She would stare at a certain place in a daze, and would not even notice if someone walked past her.

Xuanqing had just returned and the cave was not allowed to be opened, so Liu Muqing went straight in. There was a rectangular wooden box lying on the stone table in the quiet room.

It is covered with sealing talismans, and Xuanqing is casting a spell to remove the remaining spiritual power on the talismans.

After a long time, the talisman fell off by itself, and an unstoppable sharp energy overflowed from the box.

At this time, Xuan Qing opened his mouth and said to her:

"Junior sister, I recognize you by dropping blood."

Liu Muqing has always been proactive in getting benefits. She allowed the sharp energy to cut her skin, and every drop of her blood was drawn by Xuanqing and turned into blood and energy and sank into the box.

buzzing...

Liu Muqing heard a familiar sword sound, as if it was a part of the Yijian Seven Divine Harp.

The specially made wooden box could no longer withstand the ravages of that sharp energy and turned into dust in the blink of an eye.

A transparent small sword with only the hilt visible appeared in front of Liu Muqing.

The hilt of the sword is silver-white, with a phoenix head carved on the end of the hilt, a phoenix tail holding a ring, and wings spread high.

buzzing...

The sword gall trembled again and flew towards Liu Muqing. Xuan Qing, who was standing beside him, was surprised. He had originally planned to use his cultivation in the fusion stage to force his junior sister to refine the sword gall.

Unexpectedly, the process went so smoothly that Jian Dan did not resist the junior sister's blood and essence and directly absorbed it to recognize its master.

"How is this going?"

Liu Muqing held the hilt of the sword. Although she couldn't see the sword body, she could sense that the sword body was divided into seven parts, like seven soft silks.

It roamed around her body freely, and with a thought, the sword became sharp and sharp in an instant, and the air was filled with murderous aura.

The seven divine harps of Yijian, the bright sword is for killing, the dark spell is for magic.

The so-called sword courage refers to the killing part of the Seven Gods Lute Master.

"It seems that Junior Sister is destined to be with the Sword Gallbladder. When Langya Jedi is opened in the future, it will not be difficult to take out the Qin Heart with it."

"Thank you for the gift, Senior Sister. I am grateful!"

The sword can be hard or soft, invisible and intangible. The sharpness it contains has not been tested yet. Based on her intuition, Liu Muqing feels that even Zhen Bing cannot defend against it.

This sharpness should be related to the transparent sword body of the Immortal Wangqing. Ordinary spiritual weapons cannot be so sharp.

The key is that this sword fits perfectly with the Lingxiao Sword Formation, although Liu Muqing's "Yijian Lingxiao Jue" was destroyed by the heavenly calamity.

But for something like sword formation, once you learn it you will understand the principle, and after improvements, it will not be restricted by any technique.

"This sharp aura is the clear sword intent of the Immortal Wangqing. Although it is extremely sharp, it is your Taiyin Mysterious Qi.

After achieving great success, there is still something to be achieved. Don’t be too greedy and give up the basics for the sake of the trivial.”

Xuan Qing never asked about cultivation. Xuan Zixian was the reincarnation of an immortal, although he had lost his memories.

However, the spiritual practice experience that exists in the subconscious mind will still remain, after all, it is the path that has been walked before.

But Liu Muqing's greed was obvious, which made Xuanqing, who was planning to accompany her on her journey into the mortal world, worried.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. I know what's going on."

Liu Muqing was able to control herself and instantly suppressed the greed in her heart. She put the sword away and decided to go back and study it further.

"Sister, this trip to Fangcun Mountain is exhausting. Senior Brother Xuanji asked me to give you something, and... one more thing to say."

Liu Muqing changed the subject and took out the "Fire Cloud" that Xuan Ji gave her from the storage bag.

Xuan Qing looked at the bottles of spiritual wine overflowing with spiritual energy, was stunned for a moment, and then a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She loves wine but never drinks in front of others, nor does she get drunk. How did Junior Brother Xuanji know her preference?

The only person who had seen her drinking in private was the junior sister in front of her. It was obvious that she was worried that she would not be able to understand the true meaning of becoming a mortal, so she used junior brother Xuanji as a cover.

"What?"

Liu Muqing did not answer directly. She had sworn to Father Tiandao that she would never recite poetry again in her life.

He walked up to Xuanqing, took her hand and wrote stroke by stroke on her palm.

In spring, the flowing water is clear, and the falling flowers listen to it.