When Su Yishui found out that it was Mu Qingge who came to look for someone, he did not make things difficult for these people, but just asked Yu Tong to release them all.

If someone else was trying to find out the whereabouts of the spiritual fruit, he might have to put in some thought.

But if it was a fake, she would probably be more concerned than him, fearing that someone would leak the clues of the real owner and expose her true identity.

So that month, the pills for controlling the resentful water that should have been delivered to the palace on time were accidentally "forgotten" by Immortal Su.

When Mu Ranwu was unable to suppress the resentment in her body in the West Palace, her wails of pain frightened the palace maids and eunuchs so much that they dared not approach.

It was not until she finally received the wooden box sent by Wen Hongshan that she breathed a sigh of relief. She wrote a letter and sent the wooden box to Su Yishui, admitting her mistake and saying that she already knew there were two spiritual fruits, and the one that fell to the ground first must be her sister. She was worried about her sister, so she sent people to look for her.

And in that wooden box was the key to the underworld that Wen Hongshan had begged from Wei Yan.

Wen Hongshan finally acted according to her plan. She went to persuade Wei Yan and negotiated the conditions with him in exchange for the key to the underworld.

Su Yishui picked up the ebony key from the wooden box, turned it over and looked at it towards the sunlight. Although the square key was carved with fine patterns, if you adjusted the direction, you could still see a faint, unclear mark on the side - "Shui'er".

It seems that this key is the one he gave to Wei Yan. Otherwise, this mark would be difficult to be discovered.

In the whole world, there is only one person who calls him like this. Every time he calls him like this, it feels like there is a bubble of water in his mouth, rippling on the tip of his tongue... He glances at him with a half-smile in his eyes...

"Shui'er..."

He put down the wooden sign and was distracted by the strings of the guqin in his hand when he heard the soft, sweet and bright sound again. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the girl who teased him.

Ran Ran was wearing a plain white long gown with two buns tied up in her hair. She was holding a small purple clay teapot with a frown on her face and smacked her lips as she said, "The water is too sweet. I clearly told Senior Brother not to put too much melon juice. Looks like I'll have to make it myself next time..."

Ranran had meditation lessons today. Qiu Xier and Second Uncle went shopping, so lunch was left to the eldest senior brother. It was hot now, and a cup of sweet drink was the best way to cool down. So after meditating for a while, she secretly took a sip of the sweet drink that the eldest senior brother brought her.

But this pot of melon tea is too sweet.

As soon as she finished complaining, she saw her master, who was sitting in the main seat of the thatched cottage and tuning the strings of a musical instrument, glaring at her with a serious look.

Ran Ran quickly sat up straight, thought for a moment, then quickly raised the pot and asked his master if he wanted to drink too.

Since discovering that the entire chapter of Fierce Beast was full of errors, Ran Ran consciously corrected a few of them, one of which was that the master loved sweet food the most.

The cookies she made were usually cleared out by the master, and sometimes she couldn't even get one. Maybe the master loved this sweet drink.

After listening to the ambiguous words of his little apprentice, Su Yishui calmed down, put the guqin into the bag and picked it up, and said to her: "Today's homework is done, I will take you to drink something delicious."

Ran Ran stood up and followed the master out, feeling very excited. She tilted her head and asked, "Master, are we going to drink the jar of wine that Master Mu left behind?"

Seeing Su Yishui nodded, Ranran picked up the hem of her skirt and rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the peanuts she had fried and wrapped them with dried fish, and then followed her master to taste the fine wine together.

Su Yishui took Ranran to the stream waterfall cave in the back mountain and took out the jar of aged wine covered with dust.

After the seal was broken, the intoxicating aroma of wine wafted in the air. Ran Ran raised his nose to take a sniff and suddenly realized what "Intoxicating Heaven" meant. The taste of such aged wine was truly incomparable to any wine ripened by magic talismans.

She couldn't wait to take out a pair of Kyocera small wine glasses, as well as peanuts and dried fish wrapped in oil paper, from her pocket, ready to let the master taste them first.

But after Su Yishui took the wine glass, he put it to her mouth.

Ran Ran felt a little embarrassed, but could not resist the aroma of the wine, so she quickly took a sip. It was indeed mellow and rich, with a strong aftertaste, so she had to quickly eat two peanuts to suppress the aftertaste.

As a result, the master and his disciple sat cross-legged on a large rock beside the stream and waterfall, each drinking a cup.

Alcohol is the most relaxing thing. After drinking a few glasses, the usually respectful and serious atmosphere between master and disciple seems to be much looser.

Under the influence of alcohol, Ran Ran curiously asked the question that Master had always wanted to ask: "Master, everyone says that you hate Immortal Mu. Is this true?"

Su Yishui drank a few glasses of wine, and the collar of his long gown, which was usually tightly tied, loosened slightly. His long legs were draped over the rocks, and his half-tied long hair was scattered behind his back, showing a lazy posture. After listening to Ran Ran's words, he raised his wine glass and laughed like a thawed spring river: "Why don't you ask? People say that Mu Qingge is obsessed with me. Is this true?"

Ran Ran looked at Su Yishui, who was in a completely different state from his usual coolness. With his lips curled and a slight smile on his face, he actually looked even more evil than the demon cultivator Wei Yan...

While she was in a daze, Su Yishui suddenly approached her, no longer smiling, and asked coldly: "Do you think Mu Qingge is obsessed with me?"

Ran Ran leaned back unconsciously, and her head hit the big rock behind her. She tried her best to avoid the tip of her master's nose and whispered: "Master Mu always takes the initiative to come to see you and talk to you. Naturally, he has some attachment to you..."

Su Yishui was not satisfied, and still refused to retreat, only looking into her eyes intently. In those eyes, which were stained by alcohol, there was a hint of evil cynicism: "Some women look at you like I do, smile at you, and say you are the prettiest. You say this is infatuation... In fact, it's all bullshit!"

The corners of his mouth were curled in a smile, and his eyes were fixed on her, but it was clear that there was no smile in his eyes, but an indescribable coldness and something that she could not understand...

Ranran was a little flustered. She always felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. Was the master warning her not to be deceived by sweet words and affectionate eyes in the future?

So in a panic, she grabbed the guqin that her master had brought, put it between the two of them, and said flatteringly, "Master, I haven't heard you play the guqin for a long time. Would you mind playing a song for me while we're drunk?"

Su Yishui finally sat up straight, poured another glass of wine and drank it all, then took the zither, crossed his legs and put it in place. He was silent for a while, and slowly plucked the strings with his long fingers. The elegant music flowed like a stream, flowing through the valley.

Ran Ran could not resist the piano skills of his master, which were even more intoxicating than fine wine.

Listening to the elegant music, she forgot her previous embarrassment and casually hung her embroidered shoes on the edge of the cliff. She hooked her slender toes on the shoes and swayed them. Finally, she couldn't help humming along with the music towards the wilderness in the mountains.

Although there are no lyrics, the beautiful voice echoes gracefully in the water, the waterfall shatters jade and rocks, flowers bloom on the cliff, and a breeze blows, letting the long hair on the cheeks of the smart girl brush against her face. In a trance, the carefree smile actually overlaps with the portrait of the woman in red in the lobby...

Su Yishui silently watched his intoxicated little disciple, finally stopped playing the zither, reached out and picked up the wine jar, tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp, the strong aroma of wine spread on his lips, teeth and tongue.

The wine she brewed was just like herself, so strong that it made people feel uncomfortable at first, but when they didn't want to drink it anymore, they found that the aroma of the wine entered their throats and they couldn't give it up.

In a trance, he seemed to be confused as to whether it was the wine in the glass or the person in front of him that made him intoxicated...

Ran Ran, who was singing enthusiastically, had not yet had time to let go of the smile on her face when she looked at her exiled immortal master and fell straight down, falling into the deep pool below the cliff with a splash...

Afterwards, Ranran felt very guilty. If she had known earlier that her master was so easily drunk, she would definitely stop him from drinking.

The beast chapter compiled by Master Mu was really nonsense. Why did he record a bunch of fallacies but overlook the fact that Su Yishui couldn't drink?

Ran Ran was glad that she had learned to swim in time, so that she could pull her drunken master out of the deep pool by herself after he fell into it.

Of course, the madness of it all cannot be described in words. Ran Ran even had to press on Master's stomach to squeeze out the water that had gotten in his throat, and then blew air into Master's mouth to help him breathe again.

But the master looked like he was dead, and there was no breath under his nose. Ran Ran half opened her mouth, crying anxiously... I didn't expect that killing the master would be so easy.

Finally, she had no choice but to get up and look for someone.

But when she left, Su Yishui, who was lying on the ground, finally half opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at Ran Ran's hurriedly leaving back, and reached out to touch his lips. It seemed as if a petal with the scent of wine had fallen on his lips, so soft and sweet...

Later, Ranran ran to the front hall but couldn't find anyone. When she went back, she found that the master had taken off his wet coat and was sitting beside a big rock by the river, wringing clothes.

Ran Ran let out a long breath and chanted "Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Then he asked cautiously, "Master, do you want to drink some more sobering soup..."

Su Yishui glared at her, wiped the water off his face, and then said, "If you dare to tell anyone about my drunkenness, you will be punished according to the rules of the sect," and left with a sob.

Ranran carried the remaining half jar of old wine and returned to her room dejectedly.

If the master is such a person who gets drunk easily, then he and his former master really have different interests. No wonder Mu Qingge, who has so many handsome disciples, has to go to Cuiwei Mountain to find the wine immortal to enjoy the taste of wine.

However, she realized it only later. Thinking that she had actually touched mouth to mouth with her master in order to save him, her heart started beating faster. In the end, she took a heart-clearing pill and quickly meditated to control her mind.

Lust is the devil in the heart, she must be vigilant at all times, maybe this is also a test of her cultivation from the master! She must control herself.

Furthermore, the heavenly calamity finally arrived at the famous mountains and rivers as expected a month later, with thunder rumbling everywhere.

West Mountain was relatively quiet. After all, Su Yishui had never recovered after contributing his cultivation, and after absorbing Wei Yan's cultivation, he had only recovered most of it.

You have different methods of coping with the heavenly calamity, but most of them need the help of disciples with profound Taoism.

Mu Qingge hid in the palace and could not be used at all. In recent years, there were no outstanding disciples in the three major sects. So in the last level, among the masters of the three major sects, Master Wen of the Kongshan Sect was killed by lightning, and the others were not strong enough, so fortunately, the punishment they suffered was not too severe and they were lucky to escape.

In this case, replenishing new blood becomes particularly important. If you don't train disciples to assist you, you will not be able to escape the next heavenly punishment.

So, after the great calamity of heavenly punishment, the master received an invitation from the three major sects for the Marrow Washing Pool Meeting.

This marrow washing pool meeting can be said to be a very important gathering for the young practitioners of cultivation.

The marrow washing pool, as the name suggests, means to wash away the vulgar tendons and marrow. This marrow washing pool is located in Tianmai Mountain, and it is said to be the place where the ancient great man Duntian sat and became a Buddha.

He was tired of immortality, so he voluntarily sat and turned into a mountain, and his eyes transformed into a pond. For those who practice Taoism, this pond can be used to cleanse the marrow and reshape the bones.

It is most effective for those who have just laid the foundation or have cultivated their foundation to the intermediate level.

As a disciple of a sect of immortal cultivation, one cannot count on evil things like the spiritual spring in the underworld, and can only look forward to the time when the marrow washing pool opens once every ten years.

Whenever the marrow washing pool is opened, Tianmai Mountain will shake violently, and molten lava will erupt from the mountain pass. When the molten lava solidifies, a blue pool will appear at the mountain pass. If you sit in the pool to meditate, your foundation will be built at a rapid pace.

However, if too many people entered the pool, the spiritual power would inevitably be dispersed. Therefore, the people of the famous and upright sects came up with a fair compromise, that is, each major sect sent out its capable disciples to compete fairly.

The spiritual power of the Marrow Washing Pool is precious, and a person can only go there once. How can it really be given to ordinary people? Naturally, only the outstanding people among the younger generation can get this opportunity and improve their cultivation.

However, although this rule seemed fair, it actually blocked the possibility for disciples from other small sects to enter the pool. After all, everyone knew that it was difficult to enter the three major sects, and the best seedlings of immortal cultivation had been picked up by the three major sects.

Therefore, the leaders and great men of the three major sects all practiced in the marrow washing pool in the past. However, in the past few hundred years, it has been difficult for other small sects to make a name for themselves if they choose the wrong sect, unless they have gifted people.

As for the wonderful thing of selecting the best disciples, it would not be the turn of those stupid disciples at Xishan.

So when Second Uncle-Master read the letter about opening the marrow washing pool, Qiu Xier could only nod enviously, while Ranran curiously asked what famous local delicacies there were in the Tianmai Mountain area.

Gao Cang shook his head dejectedly: "It's a pity that we have only been in the sect for a short time and cannot fight with the disciples of the three major sects. Otherwise, we will definitely win face for our master!"

However, Su Yishui said calmly: "This opportunity is rare, you must strive for it. Since you have accepted the invitation, you must go."

Ran Ran's eyes widened, and he asked his Second Uncle Master beside him, "Is the test in the Marrow Washing Pool difficult?"

Second Uncle thought for a moment and said, "I have never been to Tianmai Mountain. It is said that for the past three hundred years, the Marrow Washing Pool has been monopolized by the three major sects. There have only been two times when disciples from other sects were the first to enter the pool."

When Gao Cang heard that there was a way, he immediately widened his eyes and asked, "Who are they?"

Yu Tong said proudly: "One is naturally my master, and the other... is Mu Qingge from that year."

Xue Ranran nodded in admiration. It turned out that Xishan had so much potential. In just a few decades, it produced two talented people, Wolong and Fengchi.

Mu Qingge and Su Yishui are both once-in-a-century geniuses, and are not comparable to little fry like them. If they go to Tianmai Mountain, they might not bring shame to their master, but it is always good to go and have some fun.

But Qiu Xier and Gao Cang obviously don't think so. As the saying goes, a good teacher produces good students. Who knows, Xishan will produce another genius this year.

So they begged Ran Ran to sew two pairs of "sure-pass-every-exam" insoles for them, hoping to get some good luck and get a good ranking.

These past few days, Ranran's alchemy furnace has been burning all the time. After returning from Cha Ming Mountain, her master asked her to start refining the Gong Sui Dan to improve her skills.

However, this pill is not for humans to eat, but for spirit beasts to take. It can help to enhance the power of spirit beasts. It is more beneficial for spirit beasts that have suffered old injuries.

Ran Ran knew that this was for the little tiger to eat. It is said that the battle at Jueshan was very tragic. At the critical moment, Gengjin White Tiger sacrificed himself to save Mu Qingge.

Unfortunately, Mu Qingge couldn't bear to see his beloved spirit beast die with him, so at the critical moment, he shook it off the mountain.

After that battle, the White Tiger's spiritual power was greatly damaged. Although Su Yishui later treated it with Ganoderma lucidum, it was of little benefit.

The reason why it turns into a cat-like shape most of the time is actually because its spiritual power is insufficient, so it uses this method to save energy and regulate its breathing.

The effect of this solid marrow pill is very beneficial for treating Baihu's injuries. If Ranran can refine a qualified one, perhaps Baihu's progress in healing will be faster.

Because most of the time, Baihu looked drowsy like a cat, especially after he showed off his prowess on Wangxiang River last time, he slept like a log. Su Yishui hoped that Baihu could become more energetic.

But Ranran's progress was not so smooth this time.

The so-called elixir, in addition to the precise proportions of the prescription and the control of the temperature of the furnace, also requires human willpower to bless the furnace.

Of course, the best alchemy furnace will be better able to accept spiritual power and allow all potential to be fully utilized.

Ranran used the alchemy furnace that Master Mu had used before, so it was naturally not bad. However, when refining higher-level pills, there would always be a little difference.

She asked her master in confusion whether she had done something wrong.

Su Yishui explained, "Anyone can refine low-level pills, but higher-level pills actually require the foundation-building spiritual energy of the pill refiner. Therefore, those who practice alchemy must also constantly improve their internal energy. The reason why many alchemy practitioners cannot advance to the next level is also related to the fact that their spiritual power cannot be improved."

Because of insufficient spiritual power, Su Yishui and Ran Ran refined the last batch of elixirs together.

But before refining, Su Yishui told her that after starting the furnace, he would go into seclusion again, and he would not be able to accompany her on the trip to Tianmai Mountain.

After she was injured last time, her master would stare at her wherever she went. This time, her master was willing to let her go and let her travel with her fellow uncles, which really made Ranran overjoyed.

So after the elixir was ready, Ran Ran never saw his master Su Yishui again.

And Ranran's batch of pills was apparently wasted again. After the little tiger ate one pill reluctantly, he bared his teeth at Ranran, seeming dissatisfied with the taste.

Its body shape remained unchanged, and it was even lazier than before. It spent the entire day lying in Ranran's arms and dozing off.

So much so that when they went to Tianmai Mountain, they had to bring this lazy tiger with them.

Ran Ran himself did not have high hopes for this Marrow Washing Pool Meeting. This Marrow Washing Pool Meeting was a chance for many disciples from various sects to make a leap forward.

The chances of Xishan's turn are already very slim, so there is no need to hold out too much hope.

They went there just to save face for their master.

However, before they reached Tianmai Mountain, the lazy disciples of Xishan finally felt the rock-hard determination of the other sects.

When we were still some distance away from Tianmai Mountain, the roads were already filled with carriages and horses from various major sects.

Of course, the powerful guards from all the major sects are indispensable. It is said that in the past hundred years, except for Mu Qingge, no demon cultivator has ever been able to get close to Tianmai Mountain. This is the consensus of all immortals and righteous people in the world. They must not allow demon cultivators to produce a demon seed again.

While Ranran's carriage was waiting for identification, it was parked at the back of the convoy. When she looked out, she actually saw her second senior brother Bai Baishan.

Bai Baishan came here on the orders of Uncle Zeng Yi to deliver the soft silver armor for self-defense to Ran Ran.

When seeing such a huge queue, Baibaishan, who had lost his foundation, felt envious and a little lonely.

Right at the Tianmai Pass, there is a Xieke Stone.

This is the entrance to a valley. In the middle of the narrow passage is a flat stone similar to a gate. If you want to pass through here, you must use your spiritual power to push the flat stone upwards. If you don't have enough spiritual power, you are naturally not allowed to enter the mountain gate.

When Gaocang and his friends finally arrived after the physical examination, there was a long queue again.

Gao Cang was impatient, so he took them to the front to take a look. He saw that the flat stone was extremely heavy. It took a lot of strength to lift it even with the arms. How could they lift it with spiritual power alone?

At this time, a sturdy man who was preparing to break through the barrier had the same idea as Gao Cang. He said carelessly, "Who said that you must use spiritual power to pass? I just don't want to go this way!"

As he said this, he leaped up and tried to jump over the flat stone. But just as he reached the top of the flat stone, a flash of lightning flashed by, and with a crackling sound, he was knocked to the ground.

The female disciples of the Kongshan School who were waiting leisurely on the side could not help but burst into laughter: "The Marrow Washing Pool is a spiritual treasure land left by the ancient powerful shield sky, how can it be defiled by mediocre people? The entire Tianmai Mountain is covered by the powerful spiritual shield, and only the Marrow Washing Pool can pass through this trial stone gate on this day. What a fool, actually dreamed of jumping through the gate!"

The man who was knocked down by the thunderbolt was quite strong. After a moment of confusion, he climbed up again with his head shaking. He stared over and sat cross-legged in front of the stone gate, concentrating his energy. However, the stone gate just shook slightly and then there was no movement.

The laughter started again, and the man couldn't hold it back anymore, so he jumped up again, ready to use his hands to lift the test stone.

But when his hands touched the stone, the blinding flash of lightning struck him again.

This time, he fell to the ground screaming, twitched for a while, and then became motionless.