Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Dayan Imperial City, Huanshui Manor, and Lake Pavilion.

"Mumu, my eyes feel so dry."

Lin Mengge said with an unhappy expression while rubbing his eyes.

"I'll rub it for you too."

So Mu Hanchan gently caressed Lin Mengge's eyes, but... Lin Mengge still felt dry and uncomfortable.

"Oh, I'm so annoyed."

After thinking about it, Mu Hanchan said, "Sit down and cross your legs."

"what?"

Although he was puzzled, Lin Mengge didn't ask any more questions and just sat cross-legged.

Mu Hanchan was behind him, turning his hands into fingers and massaging his waist.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

Lin Mengge said coquettishly and struggled for a moment.

"do not move."

After hearing this, he gave up the struggle again.

After a while, Mu Hanchan asked, "Do you feel better?"

"Hmm... I seem to feel better. What's going on? I thought you were going to give me spiritual power! But you ended up tickling me instead?"

Mu Hanchan shook his head and said, "No, I'm pressing your kidney points."

"Ah? Why do you need to press the kidney acupoint?"

Lin Mengge looked puzzled.

"Your eyes are dry, either because you use your eyes too much, or because your kidneys don't have enough water. But you are obviously not the former."

"What is kidney water? And why is it insufficient?"

Lin Mengge was even more confused.

Mu Hanchan frowned and asked, "Didn't your master teach you about the meridians and viscera?"

"How can my master teach this? Tell me quickly, what is kidney water? And why is it insufficient?"

"..."

"Your spiritual roots have three spiritual roots: metal, fire and water, but the metal is more, the fire is more, and the water is the least."

"Then why is the kidney water insufficient?"

"Because...excessive indulgence..."

"what?"

Lin Mengge didn't react for a moment, then immediately blushed and retorted: "How could it be because of this?"

Then he said: "Then why don't your eyes dry?"

"Because my spiritual power is stronger than yours, and you... have done that... more times than me..."

"what?"

Lin Mengge's face turned even redder, and she said, "How can it be like this? You are so annoying."

"So you lose more water, and all of this is consuming kidney water at the same time."

"Yes, I have lost a lot of water in the past few days." Lin Mengge said resentfully, and then immediately said coquettishly: "But isn't it all your fault?"

After that, he punched Mu Hanchan.

"So there is something called temperance. We can't do this anymore, otherwise excessive dual cultivation will damage our vitality and may even cause us to lose our realm."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

"I'm going to the Imperial City tomorrow to discuss the purchase of a thousand-year-old withered vine."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

The next day.

Mu Hanchan went out early and came back early.

"What's wrong?" Lin Mengge asked doubtfully.

Mu Hanchan turned blue, put on his green vine suit, took his high-quality green dragon and phoenix pattern gun, and prepared to go out again.

He also impatiently threw aside the Qingyu uniform that he had taken off earlier, and even stopped wearing the black cloak.

Lin Mengge stopped in front of him and asked, "What's going on? You're so angry."

"The young master of Prince Li's Second Mansion is so arrogant that he actually said that I was wearing a robe of a medium-grade magic weapon and was not qualified to purchase it."

"Don't they know what Qingyu Yanfu means?"

"Obviously not. They just look down on poor monks, and it has nothing to do with their cultivation."

So Mu Hanchan came to the Li Mansion again, the seller of the thousand-year-old dead vine introduced by Xiao Ren earlier.

"Isn't this great?"

"A capital monk is a capital monk. Why are you pretending to be a commoner? How can there be so many people pretending to be pigs and eating tigers in this world of immortality?" Li and Wang both said one sentence at a time.

Mu Hanchan said impatiently: "Where are the things?"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

He smiled and added: "The result of pretending to be a pig is to be sent to the slaughterhouse. We only associate with valuable people."

"What you call value is a medium-to-high-grade magic weapon and armor, plus a high-grade magic weapon?"

"What if that's not the case? Didn't you come to negotiate business and price with us even though you were naked? It's you who didn't give us enough respect, not us."

"I'm wearing Qingyu Yanfu, a sect costume that symbolizes status in the Lingyuan Realm."

The two young masters Li and Wang disagreed, waved their hands and said: "Those are the clothes within your sect, we only look at people by their appearance.

The monks in the Lingyuan realm are very poor. Most of them can't even afford 30 spirit stones. How can they prove that they have purchased such expensive and top-quality magical materials? "

"OK OK."

"Bring it up!"

So a three-foot-long box was carefully carried out by the servant.

"Please take a look!"

Mu Hanchan took a closer look and saw that the vine was thick and strong, as thick as a baby's arm, and there were small vines surrounding the main vine, which looked very strange.

It's just that the rattan is all yellow-brown, obviously it has lost its vitality.

"It's okay. It looks good. Isn't this thousand-year-old rattan withered and old?" Mu Hanchan asked.

"Have a vision."

Li and Wang first praised it, and then explained: "Otherwise, how can it be called a thousand-year dead vine? If it is a thousand-year living vine, a thousand-year spiritual tree vine, and is nourished by spiritual energy all year round, then it is not worth this price. Two gold pieces are not enough."

"Then how much does your thousand-year-old rattan cost?"

"We don't want more." Master Li said.

Young Master Wang continued: "Six hundred taels of gold."

Mu Hanchan shook his head, closed the box, and said: "Your thousand-year-old rattan looks good and is old enough, but its vitality has disappeared for too long, and its spirituality has been lost. It is only worth three hundred spiritual stones at most."

"Fellow Taoist, this is wrong!"

"You are right. Just looking at the materials, it is indeed only worth three hundred taels of gold. But since I dare to ask for six hundred, there is a reason."

"Oh?"

"Look at the tail of the cane!"

So Mu Hanchan opened the long box again and found that there were actually three roots at the end surrounded by thin vines. The main root was still good, but it seemed to have hidden wounds. The secondary root was damaged, but there was a small root, which was as thin as a hair, but was very good.

"This is an independent root, not cut off."

"So what?" Mu Hanchan asked deliberately.

The two young masters Li and Wang said: "This shows that it has growth attributes, and the upper limit is high. It is not impossible to find good soil and water in the future, and dead trees will sprout.

If you revitalize the vine, wouldn't it become a spiritual weapon material? "

"Even so, it's still expensive."

"580."

“It’s still expensive.”

"570."

"Give me three more spiritual stones and I'll take them."

"Okay, then 567."

Then he said: "We want gold, not spiritual stones."

Mu Hanchan frowned and said, "I can't afford that much gold."

"Then how much can you give?"

"I can probably collect seventy or eighty taels of gold."

The two of them added up and said, "We can also pay in combination. Then you can give us 67 taels of gold and 500 spiritual stones."

So Mu Hanchan gave it to them and got the long box and the thousand-year-old dead vine in it.

Before leaving, Mu Hanchan looked at the tawny and dry vine branch again and said, "Your vine branch is so dry that when I hold it in my hand, it absorbs moisture from my skin. If I hold it for a long time, my hands will probably dry out and crack."

"You can buy a medium-grade magic weapon glove."

"Also, if you are making thin strings, you need to buy a string ring to prevent injury to your hands. However, it is not recommended to use thin strings. For such materials, it is best to use the spine of a second-level peak monster to make strings."

"Also, we have a 120-year warranty and will give you a bottle of Tianmu water every thirty years. Three times."

Li and Wang said repeatedly.

"What is Tianmu Shui?" Mu Hanchan asked.

“Like gentle rain falling on tender grass, like sweet rain falling on vegetables.”

So Mu Hanchan left without understanding.