Gods and Immortals

"By the way, your gloves!" Feng Wuyi brought Mo Xuan's gloves in from outside the door, and said with a frown, "The immortal's attack knocked down the house, and everyone's gloves were damaged. Many, but yours are unharmed! Strange!"

Mo Xuan took the glove and took a look. Except for some dust on the surface, there was no damage.Moreover, according to Feng Wuyi's description, Master Huanglong's attack is very fierce, it's a bit unusual for my glove to survive...

"Om..."

Just when Mo Xuan was about to put the glove back on the bed, suddenly dots of green fluorescent light flickered on the glove, which was the green light that was absorbed by the baby fish in the underground palace.

"Why is there a reaction?" Mo Xuan muttered, seeing that Feng Wuyi and Zi Wang didn't pay attention, he pulled a blanket and covered the gloves. After all, everyone chose elementary gloves under Ba Xiang's supervision. This anomaly is too obvious to explain clearly.

After sending the two away, Mo Xuan returned to the secret room, pulled back the blanket, and the fluorescent green spots on the gloves were still shining.

Mo Xuan took a closer look, and found that the tiny particles on the gloves looked familiar...

"That's right!" Mo Xuan hurriedly took out the small piece of bluestone that Alai gave him, "Isn't that the thing?!"

Sure enough, in Mo Xuan's hands, the little blue stone was emitting light as if echoing the glove at a distance. It looked very strange...

"This, is Buzhou Yanjing?!" Mo Xuan was amazed, seeing the glowing eyes, there was a vision of the black stone lotus platform under the Black Cloud Art in Cangshan Mountain.

And the Black Stone Lotus Platform is undoubtedly a rare treasure. After absorbing those green fluorescent lights, his glove has greatly enhanced its attributes in all aspects.

In other words, what Alai asked him to find was also a kind of natural talent and earthly treasure?

Mo Xuan took a closer look at the small piece of Buzhou Rock Essence, it was like fluorescent dots melted into the glove from the baby fish ring, and the combined volume was far smaller than the one in his hand. The entire Buzhou Rock Essence is integrated into the glove, I don't know how terrifying the effect will be!

Come back to God.Mo Xuan sighed inwardly, why is it that this mysterious senior, Alai, fell to the ground?

It's all right to have such a precious stone, but you can still find a new stone for yourself so carelessly, isn't it afraid that you will run away or lose this stone?

"Wu Nu, do you recognize this stone?" Mo Xuan suddenly thought that he had another Wu Nu, and if he didn't understand something, maybe he could ask him.

"This stone is Buzhou Rock Essence, which was cultivated in the Buzhou Mountains of the mortal world. It took thousands of years to make it. For mortals, it is a good material for making weapons..." Wu Nu's voice without a trace of emotion came. He said, "The treasure that can truly create immortal soldiers is the essence of Buzhou rock essence, Buzhou god stone."

"A lot of ancestral witches died under the immortal soldiers of Buzhou God's Stone. This God's Stone is powerful and only produced in the mortal world, so there are immortals stationed in Buzhou Mountain, and it is difficult for ordinary mortals to approach..."

"So it's like this..." Mo Xuan was slightly happy.What makes him happy is not that he has a piece of Buzhou Rock Essence in his hand, but that from Wu Nu's tone, it seems that he knows a lot of things, so he is like carrying an encyclopedia with him.Of course it couldn't be more useful.

"Thank you, if I can find some Buzhou rock spirits in a few days, you will have to help me identify them..." Mo Xuan chuckled and told Wu Nu to go back to practice.

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The whole afternoon.Mo Xuan didn't do anything else, but found a pile of charcoal and peeled some bamboo sticks.He cut up the beef and mutton and skewered them, found a few lotus leaves, and planned to cook another beggar's chicken for Alai.

It would take at least half a year to go back and forth to Xiqi. It would be great if I could learn some martial arts from Alai before leaving!

There is a small courtyard surrounded by walls in front of the secret room. After nightfall, Mo Xuan lit a charcoal fire in the courtyard and waited patiently for Alai's arrival.

The moonlight is bright and clear, and the surroundings are quiet.

Apart from the beeping and beeping of the charcoal fire, there was not even the sound of Wu Zheng and the priests walking around in this holy temple, and it was unknown where everyone had gone.

Mo Xuan saw that it was almost time, and he was hungry, so he set up a skewer of mutton and roasted it on the charcoal fire.

The rich aroma soon emanated from the browned meat skewers, and the hot and fragrant sheep oil dripped into the charcoal fire one by one, bursting with a mouth-watering taste...

As the charcoal fire continued to roast, Mo Xuan picked up a few grains of cumin, crushed them and sprinkled them on the meat skewers. The irresistible fragrance wafted away, and Mo Xuan's belly made a rumbling sound. Facing this I can't help myself with the delicious barbecue.

"You actually ate it yourself without waiting for me?"

On the top of the wall, a familiar voice came. Mo Xuan looked up, and the sharp knife-like figure under the moonlight was none other than Alai standing there.

"Isn't this waiting for you not to come, I'll eat a few skewers first..." Mo Xuan chuckled, picked up a few skewers and put them on the fire, and started to grill them over charcoal.

"Come on, the guests are here, why do you have the nerve to eat first..." A Lai seemed unable to withstand the temptation of barbecue, jumped down, moved lightly, and flashed past Mo Xuan, the mutton skewers that had passed the test , and it fell into Alai's hands.

"Hiss... Phew..." Alai hurriedly blew two breaths, the pork skewer cooled a little, and he bit it hard.

The still hot fat is mixed with the roasted meat that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, squeaking out, and the aroma is overflowing!

"It's delicious, your craftsmanship is really good!" Alai chewed the barbecue meat, and muttered in a tone of no femininity, full of praise, "If I can eat this kind of food every day, I will die No regrets..."

"Don't worry, there are plenty..." Mo Xuan turned over a lot of meat skewers in his hands, like a hawker selling skewers on the street in the later generations, chatting with customers while sitting and doing business.

"Here, the good witch wine from the Temple of the Witch God, do you want to try it?" Alai held a small wine pot in his hand and handed it to Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan's eyes lit up, he took the jug over, put it under his nose and smelled it gently.

There is barbecue, how can there be no wine? !

In particular, this kind of witch wine brewed by the Temple of the Witch God is actually a slightly clear memory of most of the vague impressions in Mo Xuan's previous life...

In the era of big merchants, in fact, there was already a crude brewing process.

There are fruit wine and grain wine, but the quality is not very good.

In the era of later generations, winemaking needs to fully clean the raw materials, add yeast-rich koji, and ferment according to strict time regulations.The airtightness of the brewing vessel, the fermentation time, and the length of storage all determine the quality and taste of the wine, and there are strict rules and regulations.

But in this era, there is no yeast for professional brewing. Based on the experience of the past, the raw materials are sealed together and fermented with poor-quality distiller's grains. Therefore, the quality of the brewed wine is good or bad. differ greatly.

But the good thing is that in this era, melons, fruits, grains and rice are all natural and pure. Although the quality is uneven, the brewed wine has a unique flavor.

From the royal court to the common people, every household has wine vessels, not to mention the witch temple.

The witch wine brought by Alai is the finest wine selected from thousands of people in the Temple of the Witch God, and its quality is comparable to the tribute of the royal court.After going through the Wuzheng of the Wushen Temple, the witches of the wood family used fairy arts to gather aura, so the mouth has both the mellow aroma of the wine and the refreshing aura of the fragrance, and the taste is not the same as other wines.

Mo Xuan took a full sip and savored it carefully. In the middle of the night barbecue bonfire, the taste is really wonderful...

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"I made my sister happy today, and I'll pass on your amazing trick..." Alai took Mo Xuan's newly grilled meat skewers and wine pot, took a bite, and his mouth was full of oil, but he didn't mind the wine Mo Xuan drank at all. Pot, take a sip, it's a joy.

After hearing this, Mo Xuan was secretly happy.

I know how good the martial art of Zhan Bing Jue is.A set of simple movements contains countless mysteries and profound meanings. A single round of martial arts can almost block all the moves that attack you. If it weren't for Mo Xuan's profound experience in martial arts in his previous life, he might not be able to learn it in this life. It will be such a magic skill.

Now, Alai was going to teach him another trick, and Mo Xuan suddenly looked forward to it, wondering what kind of magical skills Alai was going to teach him.

"This move is called formation formation!" Alai didn't do it while gnawing meat skewers like last time, but sat on a stone and said carelessly: "Formation formation, and occupation of soldiers It’s different, if the Art of Occupying Soldiers is an impeccable defense, then the Art of Formation forces you to be unable to even move your hands..."

Mo Xuan listened carefully, A Lai gnawed on the meat skewers and said to Mo Xuan, "Come on, hit me."

Hearing this, Mo Xuan put down what he was doing, squeezed his fist, and attacked Alai with a straight punch.

But before the fist was raised, suddenly a phantom of Ah Lai condensed out of thin air beside him, and the bamboo stick in his hand lightly rested on Mo Xuan's half-outstretched fist.

Mo Xuan was about to withdraw his fist, but another phantom condensed out behind him, and the bamboo stick was pressed against Mo Xuan's waist.

Can't go in, can't go back. (To be continued..)