There is less than a year left, so it should be enough!
Yang Junshan tightened the golden wind and jade dew in his hand, then showed a smile, and then left the top of Xishan Mountain, letting the thunder behind him rage.
"Sang, oh, thirteen siblings!"
Yang Junshan saw Sang'er and Yang Junqi walking out of the spiritual garden together from a distance, Yang Junshan suddenly thought of the five-foot-long willow branch that had just arrived, and quickly stopped Sang'er to ask questions.
This mulberry is a disciple of the Lingyi Sect with a red root, and his father is a real monk of the Lingyi Sect, which can be regarded as a family source, and the Sangzhou monk knows the most about spiritual objects such as plants and trees, although this spiritual plant garden is now in charge of Yang Junqi, but since the arrival of Sang'er, she has basically become half of Yang Junqi's teacher, fortunately, most of Smulberry's mind is on the spiritual mulberry tree and the spiritual silkworm, at most pay attention to the small poplar tree at the entrance at the foot of the Western Mountain, in addition, the things of the Yang family are not considerate.
Sang'er's face turned slightly red, and Yang Junqi had already dragged her over.
Compared with others, Yang Junqi should have been the most sensitive to this matter, but to Yang Junshan's surprise, this girl breathed a sigh of relief, and her originally cold and unsmiling expression stretched a little, and she didn't look as strange as before.
"Yang, fourth, fourth brother, what are you looking for me for?" Mulberry asked.
Yang Junshan pulled out the five-foot-long willow tip and said, "Brother and sister, do you think there is any mystery in this willow?"
After Yang Junshan finished asking, Mulberry took the willow tip from his hand and examined it carefully, and finally said with some conviction and surprise: "Whip willow? Is it actually this thing?"
Yang Junshan had never heard of this thing, and when he heard this, he was stunned and said: "Brother and sister, where did this thing come from?"
Sang'er glanced at Yang Junshan and said, "This whip willow should be from Xizhou, right?"
Without waiting for Yang Junshan to think of a suitable word, Sang'er had already explained to himself, saying: "Xizhou monks have learned more wind-related exercises and supernatural power inheritance, although this willow tree is called whip wind, but it is actually more appropriate to call it a wind.
Sang'er said and pulled the two ends of the willow tip with both hands and pulled it hard, which made Yang Junshan worry that the willow branch was torn off, but unexpectedly, this wicker seemed to look extremely tough.
I saw that Sang'er's expression looked more affirmative, and said: "Definitely it is the whip willow, the willow branch of this whip willow itself is an extremely tough spiritual material, and it is the best material for refining whip magic weapons.
Yang Junshan heard the words and did not communicate: "Is this the same as the willow? Could it be that it is still a high-grade spiritual material?"
The willow branches of the whip willow are rarely three feet long, and the willow tips that are more than three feet long are the best spiritual materials, and the willow tips that reach six feet long are only thousands of years old, which is the spiritual material of the treasure level, but the thousand-year-old whip willow is extremely rare, and it usually decays on its own before it can wait for a thousand years, and the aura attracted by a thousand-year-old whip willow itself is equivalent to a small spiritual vein. It would be nice to have a few six-foot-long willow tips on it, most of them are still three or four feet long, even in Xizhou, I am afraid that only sects like the Purple Wind Sect that are on par with the Lingyi Sect will have them."
When Yang Junshan heard this, he was almost sure that what Sang'er said was definitely right, then Xiao Xiang'er was not a descendant of the Purple Wind Sect's great supernatural powers, and only such a person could have a five-foot-long whip willow branch.
Sang'er glanced at Yang Junshan and said: "Legend has it that the Purple Wind Sect's Protector Formation is based on the whip willows all over the mountain, relying on several thousand-year-old whip willows in the sect to build an extremely huge 'Wind Willow Formation', which integrates protection and gathering spirits, and is extremely famous in the cultivation world."
He did not take back the five-foot willow tip from Mulberry's hand, but asked: "Then are the younger siblings sure to plant this willow tip into a whip willow?"
Sang'er was surprised: "Fourth brother is willing? You must know that this is a high-quality spiritual material, if it is planted on the ground, then don't think about using it to refine weapons anymore, and I am only 50% sure whether it can be planted or not, even if it can be grown, a whip willow can't withstand much work, and the thousand-year-old whip willow may take at least hundreds of years of cultivation."
Yang Junshan smiled and said: "You have to look at the long term, don't you?"
In the night sky hundreds of miles south of Yucheng, this was once the place where the ancestor of Yanshan fought and fell, but at this time, there was a powerful old man standing in the clouds, surrounded by auspicious clouds, but he looked like a person in a fairy.
After a while, the old man suddenly turned around and looked to the left, and said, "Daoist Xuanyuan, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, don't come safely?"
A cyan arched portal formed at a height of tens of feet away, and then the portal slowly opened, the auspicious energy in the door steamed, a sixty-year-old man walked out of the portal slowly, and said with a smile: "Let Guiqiong Daoist wait for a long time, I haven't seen him for more than a hundred years, now that he has set foot in the Qingyun Realm, the road to immortality has taken a step forward, but it is gratifying!"
Daoist Guiqiong smiled slightly when he heard this, and said: "Taoist friends are not bad, although they are in the auspicious energy realm, they are only one step away from the Qingyun realm, but the old man is just one step ahead!"
Daoist Xuanyuan smiled bitterly and said: "When it comes to you and me, it may take a hundred years to take a step, although I am already at the peak of the auspicious energy realm, but whether I can take this step, I am not sure at all!"
Daoist Guiqiong saw that Daoist Xuan Yuan seemed to have a difficult face, so he changed the topic and said: "I didn't expect that those people above would send Taoist friends over this time, but I don't know who another Taoist friend is."
"It's me!"
A voice suddenly sounded on the edge of the sky, and directly in front of the two Taoists, a magnificent Dao light formed a huge canopy in mid-air, and a middle-aged woman with a blessed face appeared under the canopy.
Daoist Guiqiong and Daoist Xuanyuan were shocked at first when they heard this, but then they were happy, and said: "I have seen Daoist Ziyuan, but I never thought that a Taoist friend would appear, but this time I am a little more sure about burying the Heavenly Ruins."
This Ziyuan Daoist didn't seem to have a very good temper, so he snorted coldly and said, "What are you sure about, can you keep all the monks from outside the domain out of the next day? The left and right are just letting people from outside the domain come in more or less, hum, those people above have made mistakes in their calculations, but they want us to come over and fight to death."
The Guiqiong Daoist and the Xuanyuan Daoist looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but neither of them answered the question.
Seeing the two of them like this, the Ziyuan Daoist snorted coldly and said: "This Yuzhou is also the same, there is not even a Taoist realm monk who can handle its own decline, there was a Yanshan Daoist a few years ago, but it happened to come from the Shaking Heaven Sect, hum, since that one was extinguished, this Shaking Heaven Sect can still keep the inheritance because some people have shown great mercy, and they actually dare to use the power of the whole sect to attack the Taoist realm, it is simply that they think their own life is long!"
Saying that, the Ziyuan Daoist glanced at the Guiqiong Daoist again, and said: "I heard that you have secretly helped the Heaven-Shaking Sect? Aren't you afraid of annoying someone above and killing you with a thunderbolt?"
Daoist Guiqiong's face changed first, and then he smiled bitterly: "Anyway, when I advanced to the Taoist realm, I also received a little favor from Shaking the Heavenly Sect, but I just wanted to keep its inheritance immortal, and I didn't want this to shake the Heavenly Sect's own revival and return to its former glory."
Daoist Ziyuan snorted coldly and said, "Thanks to you being quite shrewd, you saw something wrong back then, and resolutely broke off your involvement with the Shaking Heaven Sect and traveled to the advanced Taoist realm in other states, otherwise this Yuzhou would not even have a Taoist realm monk."
Daoist Guiqiong didn't take the meanness in Daoist Ziyuan's words to heart, but said: "This time the three of us were assigned here, isn't it because the three of us were involved in this Yuzhou in the early years, is it also deliberately done by some of the people above?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Daoist Xuan Yuan's face changed, even the Ziyuan Daoist who seemed to be open-mouthed did not say a word, but the sharp flickering gaze clearly showed that she was not at peace at this time.
In the end, the Xuanyuan Daoist, who was still the lowest cultivation level, smiled bitterly and said, "Let's talk about dealing with the burial of the heavenly ruins, otherwise if it is too ugly this time, it will not be easy to explain to the above, in any case, the strength of the burial of the heavenly ruins is really the weakest in all states."
Daoist Ziyuan snorted coldly and was speechless, but Daoist Guiqiong smiled and said: "Daoist Xuanyuan is good, but at least it is much better than in previous years, since the Shaking Heaven Sect defeated Yuanci Mountain, other factions have also produced a few Taigang Realms, and they can be used anyway!"
A year passed extremely quickly in the retreat cultivation, and a purple communication talisman passed directly through the mountain protection formation in Xishan Village and came to the secret room where Yang Junshan was cultivating in seclusion.
Yang Junshan in the secret room suddenly opened his eyes, as if the entire dark secret room was covered with a layer of white light.
After the spiritual consciousness swept over, Yang Junshan smiled indifferently and said: "What should come is always coming, and this trip to the burial of the Heavenly Ruins may not be an opportunity!" <