Chapter 46 Three-in-one [including thanks 180,000, 180,000...

The emotions in Yan Luoyue's heart had not yet completely dissipated when a flash of sword appeared before his eyes.

The next second, a figure in a light-colored sword robe put away his flying sword and stood steadily in front of her.

Yan Luoyue raised her head and saw Jiang Tingbai's face which looked relieved.

Jiang Tingbai's expression was calm, but there was a hint of profoundness in his expression that Yan Luoyue could understand.

His eyes passed over Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan in turn, and suddenly asked: "Do you still have the sword amulets I gave you two?"

Hmm? Sword charm? What sword charm?

Yan Luoyue was confused. His subordinates reached into the storage bag and raised an ugly straw weaving with some doubt. He asked tentatively, "This? Are you saying you made it for fun, sir?"

To be honest, Yihuo Fanfen really likes this straw weaving and is currently hiding in it to play with it.

When Yan Luoyue reached out to touch the storage bag, Jiang Tingbai's expression had already changed slightly.

Only after Yan Luoyue finished speaking did he relax and his expression became calm again.

When she came to Shen Jingxuan, she put her hands together and bowed slightly to Jiang Tingbai:

"Amitābha, the family members are lying. I have never seen the sword talisman of the sword master."

Jiang Tingbai smiled slightly, and then changed his words: "I remembered it wrongly, there is no sword talisman."

Without explaining this interlude, Jiang Tingbai looked down at Yan Luoyue and softened the kiss a little.

"You disappeared for two days. Your tribesmen and gentlemen were all looking for you. I patrolled here several times, but I sensed your presence suddenly half a minute ago, so I was able to rush here in time."

At this point, seeing Yan Luoyue covered in storage bags, it was obvious that she had had an adventure. Jiang Tingbai spoke even more softly, as if he was afraid of scaring her.

"——Did anything unexpected happen before? Where have you been these past two days?"

Yan Luoyue originally wanted to report this matter to Gui Yuanzong’s teacher. Now the crime scene is right next to her. Is this a ready-made one?

Even though he hadn't slept for a whole day, Yan Luoyue still felt sleepy when the topic was brought up.

She first pushed aside the grass, pointed at the demon formation, and gave Mr. Jiang a good scolding.

Then he took off his storage bag and demonstrated by opening a storage bag, showing the identity information of the deceased monk and giving a lot of suggestions.

When it came to the fantastic and bizarre part, Jiang Tingbai's pupils shrank slightly, his palm placed on the hilt of the sword, and his lips slightly straightened.

After patiently listening to Yan Luoyue's account of the whole process, Jiang Tingbai cast an inquiring look at Shen Jingxuan.

"The poor nun has nothing more to say." Shen Jingxuan tried to recall and admitted that Yan Luoyue's storytelling talent was first-rate. "She told the whole process without missing anything."

Yan Luoyue felt a little thirsty after losing the game, and quickly opened the bamboo cup she carried with her to drink some water.

Of course she has a talent for storytelling.

You know, almost all the copywriting lines of monster cards were designed by Yan Luoyue alone!

Jiang Tingbai put his fingers together to form a sword, and drew a deep sword mark in the air around the perimeter of the formation.

Others standing more than ten feet away can feel the fierce sword intent here, so they can move forward without taking risks.

The originally hidden and traceless nest was thus clearly highlighted.

After doing this, Jiang Tingbai summoned the flying sword again and put it aside.

After Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan boarded the flying sword one after another, he jumped onto the tail of the sword.

"I'll send you back first. Don't worry, the gentleman and the others will handle this matter."

Jiang Tingbai patted Yan Luoyue's head very smoothly and sighed.

"Your sister has been looking for you for the past two days. Although you and she are not born of the same mother, the love between you and your parents is thicker than blood. Even your biological parents cannot match it. If she gets excited... cough, you will disobey her."

When Yan Luoyue heard this, she gasped.

The phantom of the rolling pin that I saw in the swaying woods came back to my mind.

With a scream, Yan Luoyue squatted down and hugged Jiang Tingbai's thighs: "Sir, save me!"

——She is so restless. How is she different from Adou who always calls “Father Prime Minister” whenever something happens!

Forget it, let Adou be Adou, Liu Chan died naturally after all.

She is still just a turtle, and she wants to be hammered into a turtle ball by Sister Yu.

Jiang Tingbai shook his head.

For a moment, Yan Luoyue thought he was finished.

The next moment, Jiang Tingbai said: "This matter is your fault. I will do my best to turn it around for you."

In an instant, the sound of falling moon was like heavenly music.

Mr. Jiang's flying sword was so fast that it seemed to reach the target location in an instant.

As soon as he jumped off the flying sword, Yan Luoyue saw Yan Yu with red eyes, running towards him like crazy.

Sister Yu, who was always reserved and gentle, now even her hair is messy.

The turtles seemed to be as pale as if a mountain was collapsing before their eyes, but Yan Yu opened his mouth several times and spoke in a choked voice.

"...Sister Yu."

It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and Yan Luoyue was held tenderly in Yan Yu's arms.

Feeling the sobs and tremors coming from the bodies pressed against each other, Yan Luoyue felt a pain in her heart and could not help but stroke Yan Yu's back.

"Sister Yu, don't cry." Yan Luoyue said softly, "If you still want to, just beat me up. Even if you can hammer me into a ball, it's fine."

Yan Yu's eyes were red and she raised her head from Yan Luoyue's shoulder.

She raised her hand, but did not hit Yan Luoyue. Instead, she picked up the girl's hair and tucked it behind Yan Luoyue's ear.

"I named you Luoyue because I hope you can live as long as the Luoyue tree, but I was afraid that the name is too big and will reduce your blessings."

"I named you Ercao because I hope you can live like the insects, but I was afraid that this name is too humble and you will be wiped out like a blade of grass."

As Yan Yu spoke, she gently and cherishingly caressed the face, shoulders, and back of her lost and found child.

"Although you are my sister, you are also a child I raised. However, I am responsible for hatching many things in the tribe, and I have never seen a cub as smart, clever, lovable, and difficult to raise as you."

At the end of his words, Yan Yu let out a regretful, soothing sigh.

"Luoyue, what should I do to raise you safely? What should I do?"

Yan Yu really wiped away her tears and stopped crying.

But the salty drops of water seemed to reach Yan Luoyue's eyes and fell down like pearls from a broken string.

"Don't worry, Sister Yu, I'm fine, I'm really fine... I won't have any problems in the future."

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It was not until the next morning, when Yan Luoyue went to school and stopped by Jiang Tingbai's office to report in, that she knew why Yan Yu was so worried last night.

"There's news that a Thousand-Faced Demon has infiltrated Yunning Daze."

Jiang Tingbai lowered his eyes and stared at Yan Luoyue for a moment, and saw a sudden realization from her expression: "Well, you should know what the Thousand-Faced Demon is."

After all, the set of basic monster science cards "Monster Killing" was made by Yan Luoyue alone.

Yes, Yan Luoyue knew.

When she heard the name "Thousand-Faced Demon", she instantly understood everything.

This is a monster that is very good at changing its shape. It can be tall or short, fat or thin, beautiful or ugly. It is ever-changing and it is difficult to guard against.

Its most common method of killing is to transform itself into someone's relative or friend and lure them away alone.

Then, taking advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness, he dug out the opponent's heart with one claw and ate it.

Therefore, the monks who died at the hands of the Thousand-Faced Demon often died as a pair.

If Yan Luoyue had just been missing these two days, perhaps Yan Yu wouldn't have been so panicked.

But Yan Luoyue just happened to disappear with Shen Jingxuan. This makes people wonder if they were possessed by the Thousand Faces Demon.

As it turned out, the Thousand-Faced Demon, whose whereabouts were unknown, did not do anything to them.

But during this period, the other demonic ecology they experienced was not much better.

After filling Yan Luoyue in on the latest rumors, Jiang Tingbai urged Yan Luoyue to go back to class.

Of course, before Yan Luoyue left, as Yan Luoyue's husband, he still hung a straw-woven Pixiu on Yan Luoyue's lapel to ward off evil spirits with full blessings.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue seemed to want to say something but stopped.

If she had heard Jiang Tingbai say in person that it was a Pixiu, she would have thought that Jiang Tingbai had made up a Zhong Kui.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue really wanted to say to Jiang Tingbai: Sir, please wake up!

You know, it took Jiang Tingbai a while to learn how to knit a dog, and another two hours to learn how to knit a cat.

Now you suddenly jump into such a difficult work as the Pi Xiu. Sir, do you think you are a bit rebellious?

At this moment, Yan Luoyue finally understood Wu Manshuang deeply.

Her spirit transcended time and space, and she and Snake achieved amazing synchronization on one thing.

That is - biting the tip of your tongue is really a good way of being civilized.

At least now Yan Luoyue bit the tip of her tongue and swallowed the comments that had already reached her throat back into her stomach.

——She almost wanted to ask Jiang Tingbai: Sir, what sin did you commit in your last life that you have to wait for the dog to lick the noodles, the chicken to peck the rice, and the fire to melt the lock in this life. Can your straw weaving skills improve a little bit?

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After returning to the classroom, the first class was Feng Yuan's.

Ever since the last time the young master of the Lu family raised a different-mother demon, the school has been holding a monster science class from time to time.

Feng Yuan is the main person in charge of this course, and the course content is often based on current hot topics.

For example, the topic she explained this time was the Thousand-Faced Demon.

According to Feng Yuan, the reason why the Thousand-Faced Demons are so terrifying is because the demons in them are extremely light.

Once the Thousand-Faced Demons take on human form, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to distinguish them from their disguised original forms, unless a cultivator at the Yuanying level or above uses divine sense to detect them.

Fortunately, the Thousand-Faced Demons are impatient by nature, and they disguise themselves only for hunting, and often leave directly after the action.

If this were true, given their ability to blend into the crowd and impersonate other people's relatives or friends, who knows how much uproar it would cause.

But even so, the existence of such a person who can be whoever he or she wants, be a classmate or friend around you, and be the closest parent or lover, still makes people feel uneasy.

It's like a sharp blade hanging high above your head, and you never know when it will fall down.

"But as for how to defend against the Thousand-Faced Demon, cultivators below the Yuan Infant level are not completely helpless."

Feng Yuan changed the subject and tapped the stone slab behind him with his knuckles.

After hearing about the Thousand Faces Demon, the classmates were worried.

Feng Yuan just made a joke, which immediately perked up everyone and made them look at her eagerly.

Feng Yuan said seriously: "In terms of individual abilities, there are many Thousand-Faced Demons. They just took advantage of people's trust in familiar faces and carried out their sneak attacks."

"So, as long as you can recognize that they are not our true relatives and friends, you will be harmed."

A classmate immediately responded: "Then how can we know it?"

Feng Yuan smiled and said, "It depends on you. You and your relatives and friends must have memories that each other knows about. You can ask questions in a positive way during the conversation and listen to your answers."

At this point, Feng Yuan's smile faded, but there was a hint of cunning in the look at the corners of his eyes.

Yan Luoyue thought about it carefully and understood the cunning tone.

Yes, Feng Yuan cunningly left a tail for everyone to understand.

——Note that Feng Yuan did not say "listen to the answer", but "listen to how the answer would be."

Because in that scene, the most important thing is not the answer to the question, but the response of the familiar person to the question.

For example, Yan Gan said to Sang Ji: "Luoyue is my sister, smart and cute."

And Sang Ji replied: "Yes, it's your sister. Your sister is smart and cute."

This answer is, of course, correct.

But the Yan brothers and sisters must have reacted immediately and realized that Sang Ji had been replaced by the Thousand-Faced Demon.

After all, a brother who has no conditional reflex to say "I, I, we!" must be a fake brother!

Feng Yuan said leisurely: "The Thousand-Faced Demon can only imitate the skin and voice of a person, but cannot imitate the true nature and memory of a person. Therefore, some Thousand-Faced Demons will be recognized by acquaintances as soon as they show their faces. Because it can only depict the skin, but can imitate a person's true spirit."

When the class was about to end, Feng Yuan assigned everyone an execution assignment.

She asked everyone to use the hands mentioned in class to check the people around them two or three times.

Before the Thousand-Faced Demon is captured, everyone should become familiar with this protection method as soon as possible.

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Yan Luoyue had long guessed that this kind of practical homework was a completely new game for Yan Gan and Sang Ji.

Sure enough, just when it was time for lunch, the two of them started acting out their performance.

Sang Ji picked up the chopsticks, put on a deliberately stern face, and began to test her with a solemn expression.

"Brother, you must answer this question of mine seriously. The answer to this question determines whether you are a human or a demon."

"——Listen, please answer me, how many grains of rice did you eat in total for lunch yesterday?"

Yan Gan: “…”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Who can remember how many grains of rice he eats in one meal?

Sang Ji simply asked Yan Gan how many steamed buns he had eaten in his life.

Yan Gan clenched his fists, his eyes showing anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Venomous, really vicious. How could I remember what I did yesterday at noon - huh? Right!"

Yan Gan suddenly came to his senses: "Yesterday, we kept looking for our sister to come over. We just ate two steamed buns for lunch and didn't eat any rice at all."

"Well, brother, you're kidding me!"

Unexpectedly, this matter was related to him. The person involved, Yan Luoyue, touched the tip of his nose guiltily.

Sang Ji clapped his chopsticks and laughed, "Alright, you know how to jump into a pit when you dig one. You have already provided the most powerful proof of your identity."

Yan Gan rubbed his hands together, staring at him eagerly: "Watch me."

Sang Ji hooked his finger provocatively: "Come on, come on."

Yan Gan thought about it, and quickly clapped his hands: "How about this, you stand in the middle of the classroom and repeat loudly the classic lines from "Monster Slayer" after the Big Stick Demon defeated the Brain Eater Demon."

Sang Ji: “…”

Sang Ji was shocked and said, "How deceitful! How deceitful!"

Yan Luoyue, who knew what the line was, couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.

To be honest, the scene happening before my eyes gives me a strong sense of déjà vu, right?

Sang Ji and Yan Gan, these two completely turned the homework assigned by Feng Yuan into a truth or dare game!

The corner of Yan Luoyue's mouth twitched, and she thought that after the Thousand Faces Demon was caught, she might be able to refine a set of truth or dare version of the lottery tube.

Maybe it can even replace the drinking game and become the dominant force in the party.

Knowing that his sister was already thinking of new ways to make money, Sang Ji was in a deadlock.

Yan Gan was standing by and "kindly" urged him on with some sarcastic words.

"Brother, you must be the Thousand-Faced Demon. If you are the Thousand-Faced Demon, you must have never played Monster Killing. But my good brother Sang Ji, he is very good at playing the Big Stick Demon!"

Sang Ji glared at Yan Gan with his crocodile eyes that could tear his opponent apart, took a deep breath, and stood in the middle of the classroom.

He laughed gruffly, imitating the special sound made by the Stick Card after it defeated the Brain Eater Card.

Sang Ji read out the words word by word: "Hahahaha, to you, I will always be invincible. Because I don't have a brain!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Gan clapped his hands repeatedly: "Hahahaha, brilliant! Very similar! Brother, I guarantee you with my head, you are definitely the Thousand Faces Demon in disguise!"

Sang Ji laughed miserably, grabbed the steamed bun on the table, and stuffed it into Yan Gan's mouth with a deadly force.

The actions of these two silly boys obviously inspired the students around them.

Before the meal was even finished, the classroom was filled with the sounds of people imitating the monsters' lines.

Whether it was out of bad taste or something else, the two lines of dialogue of Thousand Faces Demon were particularly popular among the audience.

——"I can be male or female, old or young. I am the one who 'inserts' my claws into your chest when you embrace me with the most trust."

——"Tell me about beauty and ugliness. Skin is the most valuable thing in the world."

As a copywriter and card maker, Yan Luoyue fell into depression.

She had a hunch: this new type of testing would spread in all directions like dandelions, with the school's Lizi class as its center.

It is very likely that after some time, the Thousand-Faced Demon will discover that if he knows how to kill monsters, it will never be able to sneak into Yunning Daze.

Even worse, the real Thousand Faces Demon would be stopped and asked to imitate the lines of the Thousand Faces Demon in "Monster Slayer".

But in fact, in order to prevent being stopped by monsters on the street and asked for copyright fees, all the voice lines in Monster Slayer were made up by Yan Luoyue.

The False Thousand Faces Magic Card: It has some literary elements, can use parallelism, and is a bit literary.

The real Thousand Faces Demon: What? What is the Thousand Faces Demon's line? How do I know it?

After imagining that scene for a moment, the fish ball in Yan Luoyue's mouth suddenly tasted more fragrant.

As she ate, Yan Luoyue suddenly felt something was wrong.

She raised her head - and sure enough, the two silly brothers were looking at her with sparkling eyes!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue was in a heavy mood, and said with a fearless attitude: "Are you going to test me?"

Do you know what these two brothers are going to test you with?

Should, should it be too socially dead?

The next second, Sang Ji shook his wrist and threw a bamboo dragonfly onto the table.

"Come on, sister, help your brother give this thing a name."

It's just something worth mentioning.

Yan Luoyue glanced down and replied, "Then let's call it the Armstrong Spiral Accelerator."

Yan Gan: “…”

Sang Ji: “…”

Yan Gan nodded with emotion: "Although I didn't understand a word, I knew it was my sister."

Sang Ji slapped him lazily: "Oh!"

——Yes, Sang Ji fully absorbed the way of Yan Luoyue's kana and extracted a radical from the word "we".

He shortened "I, I, we" again, this time into "oh"!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Hammer you.

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In the evening, when Yan Luoyue returned home from school, Shen Jingxuan was sitting on a cushion in the yard, silently reciting the "Lingyan Sutra".

Seeing Yan Luoyue coming back, Shen Jingxuan slowly opened his eyes and solemnly chanted a name.

"Amitābha Buddha, Luoyue, what is the next sentence of 'My body is impermanent and perishable'?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She could vaguely guess why Shen Jingxuan asked this question.

However, Yan Luoyue did not expect that in just one day, the skills of verifying the Thousand Faces Demon had spread throughout the Yunning Daze.

After swallowing the water, Yan Luoyue quietly took a step back: "I know."

The nun should know that she knows very little about Buddhist scriptures, so she should scold her right from the start, right?

The next moment, Shen Jingxuan nodded calmly and said with satisfaction: "That's exactly what it should be."

Yan Luoyue: “?”

Although she should be thankful to have escaped, why does it feel so wrong?

After thinking it over, Yan Luoyue raised his arm and pointed resolutely at the setting sun.

"Jingxuan, look, where is that?"

Shen Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, looked at it carefully, then nodded with certainty and said, "It's the north."

Very good, it’s you.

There was a mysterious smile on Yan Luoyue's face.

Now, she felt much more even.

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Yan Luoyue originally thought that after Yan Gan, Sang Ji and Shen Jingxuan, there should be someone around him who would use various methods to verify his authenticity.

Even if there is, at most Sister Yu has learned how to identify it and will pull her aside to ask one or two questions about her life habits.

But facts have proved that the claim of falling moon was totally wrong.

The next day, as soon as Mr. Dong walked into the classroom, he looked around the class with a serious look.

His expression was serious, and he said solemnly, "You should all have known that a Thousand-Faced Demon had sneaked into Yunning Daze. Yesterday, Mr. Feng should have also told you how to identify the Thousand-Faced Demon."

In Mr. Dong's class, students dare not sleep or be distracted.

That's why as soon as he finished speaking, everyone nodded.

"Yeah." Mr. Dong paused for a moment and suddenly asked, "Did you listen to the class carefully yesterday?"

"……have."

I don't know why, but when I gave this answer, a sense of foreboding ran down my spine and sent chills down my heart.

Mr. Dong nodded meaningfully: "If that's the case, then if you are the real Thousand Faces Demon, you should be able to answer the content of my lecture yesterday."

Everyone: “!!!”

Wait, that's the logic!

There is a kind of creature in the world called poor students. Even if they listen to the whole class carefully, they are still blind!

As if he didn't notice the terrified and twisted faces of the students below the podium, Mr. Dong spoke word by word, "Okay, I'm going to start calling the roll."

All students: “!!!”

——, sir, you want it, sir!

Although it was later proved that Mr. Dong seemed to have just made a joke, because all the students he called on answered the question.

But the effect of the old-fashioned teacher's joke was really terrible!

According to Yan Luoyue's statistics, in this class, everyone's attention was at least 300% more focused than usual, for fear that they would be called upon by Mr. Dong to answer questions again tomorrow.

Even after class, a well-known student sneaked into Jiang Tingbai's office.

"Sir, Mr. Dong was not replaced, right? I mean, he actually learned to joke."

Mr. Jiang provided strong guarantees for Mr. Dong's identity.

In addition, Jiang Tingbai also gave the famous student a straw-woven "Zhong Kui's Sister" pendant, which was a perfect match with the one he gave her yesterday.

Knowing Jiang Tingbai's artistic level, the student hesitated to speak: "Sir, is this still a Pixiu?"

"It is."

I don't know why, but the students' voices sounded a little heavy. But more than that, there was a kind of scary calm that I had become accustomed to over the years.

"...Okay, I understand. Good luck sir."

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Speaking of which, the reason why Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan accidentally entered the nest was because they were looking for foundation-building grass.

Perhaps there really is a law of conservation of energy. Long after escaping from the trap, Shen Jingxuan found a local foundation grass in the wild.

When Shen Jingxuan was holding the foundation-building grass and preparing to look for the alchemist, Yan Luoyue joined the team.

She has just reached the late stage of training and is still some distance away from breaking through the foundation-building stage.

But Yan Gan and Sang Ji have already taken half a step towards building their foundation, and they only need one foundation-building pill to reach the next level.

If possible, Yan Luoyue wanted to reserve two customized Foundation-Building Pills for her two brothers.

It was not until they met that Yan Luoyue realized that although Yunning Daze was located in a remote area, it was full of hidden talents.

This alchemist who can customize the Foundation Establishment Pill is actually someone I know.

She is Yin Wangyou.

She was also the stall owner's sister who set up a stall with her brother to sell "Turtle Paste" and was almost pissed off by Sang Ji's words "My sister, this is also my sister".

When the two cars met, both felt surprised.

Yan Luoyue knew last time that Yin Wangyou's alchemy skills were mostly wrong.

Now we know that she can even take on the job of custom-making Foundation Building Pills. This is no longer just a bad word, it should be described as exquisite.

Yin Wangyou was also very happy to see Yan Luoyue, and a faint smile appeared on his taciturn face.

"It's you? It turns out that fellow Taoist and the master are old acquaintances." Yin Wangyou said happily.

"As for the medicine for the sweet and delicious pill, I am still conducting repeated experiments. One day, I will be able to make a cheaper and more effective ointment."

It was already four o'clock, and Yan Luoyue finally heard the correct name of the ointment from someone else, and for a moment she was actually a little moved.

"I know you have such exquisite skills."

Yan Luoyue was slightly curious and asked, "Since Fellow Daoist Yin has this method of customizing alchemy, why did he set up a stall in the Silver Light Arena in the first place?"

"Fellow Daoist, you know that I have two purposes for setting up this stall."

Yin Wangyou shook his head and counted his fingers seriously.

"First, I want to meet the master who refined the sweet and delicious pill. Second, the Hundred Refining Conference is about to begin... It is said that at this conference, a strange fire will appear. I want to save more money and go there to try my luck."

Hmm... the Hundred Refinements Conference.

Counting the time, the new Bailian Conference is about to begin.

Hearing Yin Wangyou say this, Yan Luoyue suddenly remembered that she had an invitation to the Bailian Conference in her hand.

However, Yan Luoyue still has a problem.

"Um, Fellow Daoist Yin, what did you call me just now?"

Yin Wangyou looked back at Yan Luoyue in confusion: "Daoyou? - Daoyou, are you calling me?"

Yan Luoyue: "..., you have too many misunderstandings. Well, you should just call me Luoyue like Jingxuan."

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Yan Luoyue reserved two customized Foundation-Building Pills for the two silly brothers. After paying the deposit, he remembered something.

"By the way, Wangyou, you are an alchemist, so you should be more familiar with plant materials. I would like you to help me see what kind of plant should be used to plant this seed?"

As Yan Luoyue spoke, he picked up a mirror-image tree species as big as a date core and handed it to Yin Wangyou.

Yin Wangyou was indeed a discerning person. He recognized the mirror tree species at a glance and did not confuse it with the pearl flower species and bell vine species, which looked similar.

But Yin Wangyou had no idea how to cultivate such seeds.

"It is said that the mirror tree is extremely difficult to grow. In comparison, it is easier to find the mirror fruit directly."

"Luoyue, if you need anything, why not ask a few cultivators who specialize in planting for advice, and then buy mirror fruits at a high price in the market, so that you can be prepared for both situations."

Yan Luoyue nodded. She had originally planned to do so.

Yin Wangyou returned the seeds to Yan Luoyue: "Mirror tree seeds are so rare. It must be a great opportunity for you to come across it by chance."

She was not jealous, she just felt like a friend who had won a lottery and couldn't help but sigh when she saw it.

Yan Luoyue smiled when she heard this, turned around and looked at Shen Jingxuan: "To talk about the origin of this seed, it has to do with the information about the nest posted on the bulletin board recently..."

Yan Luoyue tells a story of ups and downs, but for Yin Wangyou, the content of the story itself is fascinating enough.

She was completely immersed in the scene described by Yan Luoyue and was very absorbed in it.

When he heard about Wu Chunhui's death, Yin Wangyou slapped his thigh, regretting that he had forgotten that he was listening to a story.

"A monk who was parasitized by a demonic plant is a difficult example. To be burned like this... Alas, it's such a pity."

Yan Luoyue noticed her choice of words and repeated: "Template?"

"yes."

A thin silver needle slid into Yin Wangyou's sleeve. She pinched it between her fingertips and poked it back and forth in the air twice.

"The structure of the meridians after being parasitized, the flow of spirits between the demon plant and the demon minions, whether the demon minions themselves are more plant-like or human-like... these can all be studied in detail."

Yin Wangyou's kiss was ordinary, as if what he was saying was natural.

But after hearing this, Yan Luoyue always felt that Yin Wangyou should put on a white coat so that there would be no sense of disharmony.

"Wait a minute, Wangyou, are you a pill cultivator or a medical cultivator?"

Yin Wangyou thought: "I am a practitioner of both medicine and elixir."

She dared to accept the sale of the custom-made foundation-building pill only after she had benefited from both families. Otherwise, it would be a waste of human life.

Generally speaking, the combination of alchemy and medicine, physical training and swordsmanship, and alchemy and weapon training are all relatively common combinations.

Among these three modes, only the middle one, the combined practice mode, sounds pointless and meaningless.

The light of poverty was reflected on the foreheads of the sword cultivators and body cultivators as always.

As for the remaining two types of cultivation, both can be passed.

But soon, Yan Luoyue heard a piece of gossip from Yin Wangyou.

"Hey, Jiang Jianjun? Is it the Jiang Jianjun I know?" Yin Wangyou heard Jiang Tingbai's name and subconsciously interrupted the topic, "He was also once a member of my generation."

"What?" Yan Luoyue was surprised, "Mr. Jiang was rich before?"

It turns out Jiang Tingbai can make elixirs?

So how can he take good care of himself - at least be better to his sword - like other sword practitioners, who apply facial oil to their beloved sword every day.

Seeing that Yan Luoyue had misunderstood his meaning, Yin Wangyou hurriedly interrupted her.

"Yes, Jiang Jianjun is an alchemist. He just used to be a medical practitioner."

Yan Luoyue pricked up her ears and soon heard a piece of gossip that was widely circulated in the medical field.

It is said that Jiang Tingbai was a well-known local medical practitioner when he was young and had a deep understanding of the essence of medicine.

But later, a patient he had treated was murdered by his enemies in front of him.

This incident obviously had a great impact on Jiang Tingbai. From then on, he threw away the needle in his hand, held the sword in his heart tightly, and used another method to save the world...

Yan Luoyue had already heard what was said afterwards.

At this moment, a barrage of complaints filled Yan Luoyue's mind.

——Is this the legendary, "Learning medicine saved the immortal cultivator"? !

As her gaze faded, Yan Luoyue suddenly noticed the silver needle that Yin Wangyou was holding on his fingertips, and her nerves suddenly moved.

Yan Luoyue asked hurriedly, "Wait, forget your worries. When you medical practitioners first started learning medicine, did you have to identify the meridian points by looking at people first?"

"Yes." Yin Wangyou nodded. "Generally speaking, they weave soft wooden dolls. After getting used to it on human figures, they gradually switch to wooden dolls of the same height. Oh, there are also those who are relatively poor, who even use soft wooden dolls, so they will weave a doll made of straw and weave it against it."

"What's wrong? Why are you asking this?"

The case was solved. Yan Luoyue closed her eyes in sorrow.

No wonder Mr. Jiang loves straw weaving art so much. It turns out that the source of all evil that led him down this path of damnation was right here.

——Also, Mr. Jiang, you have really been poor since childhood?!