Taoist weapon!
There are three types of cultivation magic weapons: spiritual weapons, Taoist weapons, and immortal weapons. An ordinary Taoist sect can already subdue a sect with one or two spiritual weapons. If there is such a Taoist weapon, and a little bit of luck, one can step into the ranks of a mid-level sect. , just around the corner.
As for the magical weapons, except for the Upper Four Sects and Xuntianjian, I have never heard of any sect having such magical weapons.
This is also the advantage of large sects. Spiritual weapons are flying all over the sky, and Foundation Establishment has them!
"Father! I'm going to the secret realm to collect all kinds of rare treasures for you. Our plan to get rich lies in the secret realm!" Mu Nan beat his chest loudly and said with high spirits.
"Wait!" Fairy Shuyun interrupted him and teased: "I'm the youngest?"
"Old? What kind of blind bastard would call such a strange woman who is still in the dark and shy of the moon as old? Don't let me hear, otherwise, I will have to chop him alive!" Mu Nan looked sworn in. Looks like that, he said sternly.
"Go to the Dao!" Fairy Shuyun snapped her fingers and continued: "Now, there is an important thing that you need to do!"
"Master's instructions, don't dare to disobey, but don't miss the time to enter the secret realm." Mu Nan agreed, but his face looked very embarrassed.
"How long does it take to go to the island to buy a drink? By the way, I want the gods to be drunk! I have money today!" Fairy Shuyun handed the bag over, and before Mu Nan reached out to take it, she took it back: "One One kilogram of spiritual stones, here are sixty-four spiritual stones, and it costs sixty-four kilograms. If there is a shortage of two kilograms, I might not be able to use my brain and forget the hiding place of a certain rare treasure in the secret realm..."
"One pound is a lot! Don't worry, Master!" The master raised the brocade bag above his head. Mu Nan stepped forward to grab it and threw it away.
"Also, the quality cannot be low. For example, if it is mixed with water or fake, I can tell the difference as soon as you smell it." After Fairy Shuyun finished speaking, she made sure that Mu Nan's eyes were full of sincerity, and then handed over the kit again. past.
"Master, I'm going to get a drink, what are you going to do?" Mu Nan took the kit. Although he was a passing god of wealth, he was still very satisfied.
"The commander-in-chief is looking for me. After the discussion is over, I will draw you a map of the secret realm!",
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Fairy Shuyun's wine gourd is quite heavy.
Mu Nan didn't know whether it was a Taoist weapon or a spiritual weapon.
Let's say it's a spiritual weapon. Master is the commander of the Three Banners. It's really a bit of a waste to have a spiritual weapon.
It is said to be a Taoist weapon. It seems to be only used to hold wine. I have never seen the master use it to fight enemies.
However, carrying the wine gourd is like carrying a mountain, which is quite strenuous.
Therefore, Mu Nan was not willing to help Master get drinks from the bottom of his heart. The key was that there was no money.
There is a city under Izumo Island called Izumo Castle.
In the mouths of Xuntenjian practitioners, it is usually called Izumo Castle at the foot of the mountain, but if you want to be more serious, this city is actually fifty miles away from the foot of the mountain.
After all, the mountains below Izumo Island are steep, dangerous, and infested with ferocious beasts, making it difficult for mortals to approach.
Legend has it that right below this island, there is Hushanhou who was suppressed by the first generation general flag commander and was responsible for guarding this high mountain range.
But these are just rumors, and the specific details may only be known to the commander-in-chief.
Mu Nan held the jade futon and flew very slowly, arriving outside the city in a blink of an eye.
The three words "Izumo Castle" are written like dragons and phoenixes.
Mu Nan stopped at the city gate and sighed: "When I first came to Izumo City, I was still a refugee."
It was outside the city that he was inexplicably selected by his master, Fairy Shuyun, and became her disciple.
As the only city near Izumo Island, Izumo Castle seems a bit nondescript, even isolated.
But Izumo City has been a pure land for thousands of years, free from wars.
This is all because this city is not under the jurisdiction of other dynasties, and even the city lord's edicts come from the Xuntian Prison.
Some mortals from Izumo City once joked that Izumo City was the entrance to the Immortal World.
There is some truth in this statement.
All people entering and exiting Yun City need to undergo strict interrogation. People without customs clearance documents are not allowed to enter the city without permission.
But the members of the Patrol Prison are an exception: standard clothes and exquisite materials are the best proof of identity.
Mu Nan entered the city unimpeded as a patrol officer and went straight to the brewing house.
This is not the first time he has drunk Fairy Shuyun, and he is very familiar with the journey.
"Shopkeeper, make a drink! The gods are drunk!" Mu Nan threw the wine gourd on the ground, pushed the brocade bag on the counter, and said.
Hu Ge, the owner of the brewery, is in his thirties, with tendons all over his body, resolute eyes, and an angular appearance.
However, due to long-term brewing and bartending, he looked drunk all day long.
In fact, he always forgets to shave, so that he looks a bit slovenly.
"Mu Nan is here? Are you getting your master a drink again?" Hu Ge looked out the door, but saw no sign of Fairy Shuyun, and a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"She's not free to come today, so don't look away." Mu Nan naturally understood Hu Ge's thoughts.
For a while, Mu Nan even suspected that Hu Ge had deliberately brewed the immortal drunkenness from his master.
Maybe, he just wanted to pick up the corpse.
"Uh, uh! Let me check the weather." Hu Ge said stiffly, then picked up the wine gourd and dragged it into the back hall.
Mu Nan knew that Hu Ge also had a good level of cultivation, and his level of cultivation was not low.
First of all, Shao Brewery only brews spiritual wine, but not everyone can brew spiritual wine, and he only accepts spiritual stones.
Secondly, let’s talk about this wine gourd. Hu Ge seems to be lifting it with ease, at least he has reached the realm of elixir formation.
But why a wine shop was opened in Izumo City is unknown.
Mu Nan was bored while waiting. His eyes wandered and he suddenly saw a bright figure passing by the door.
The woman wears a light green tight-fitting long gown with flowing hair like a waterfall. She has a slender waist and lightly parted legs. She has exquisite facial features, a face like a peach blossom, and round pearls. Her skin is as pink as snow, her muscles are ice-cold, and she has a soft voice. .
The most commendable thing is her figure, which is curly and graceful, with regular concave and convex shapes; especially her chest temperament, which is on par with her master.
What made the scenery off was a burly male cultivator next to him. He had a long face with sword-shaped eyebrows. His bun was tied up with a jade hairpin. He was also wearing a green cloak. The giant sword on his back was as wide as a door panel.
A bit of heroic spirit that Mu Nan didn't want to admit contrasted with the woman's petiteness.
"Hey!" Mu Nan sighed for no reason. He wanted to say anything but he was... unfortunately, the woman heard him.
She looked for the sound, her eyes were like water, and when she looked back, it was as if flowers were blooming in a variety of colors.
"What are you looking at! Be careful to dig out your black beads!" The man shouted in a rough voice, with a hint of anger in his tone.
"Each side of the road faces the sky. If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you! A dog stalks a mouse, mind your own business!" Mu Nan reluctantly looked away from the woman and said sarcastically.
It's all Master's fault. No big deal. It's fine now. It's like being caught peeping.
"Hey! The little thief said! I see you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. I'll skin you when I wait for the master!" The man took a step forward reluctantly, and pulled out half of the huge sword behind him with a clang, almost blocking it. A ray of sunshine.
Hu Ge had just finished a pot of immortal brew and came out of the back hall. Seeing the scene in front of him, he shouted: "Fighting is prohibited in Izumo City!"
The voice was loud, interrupting Mu Nan's retort.
Hu Ge is right. Fighting in Izumo City is tantamount to a slap in the face of the Tianxian Prison. Which Taoist sect in the world dares to disturb Tai Sui?
"Humph!" The man's eyes flickered, and finally, fearing the reputation of the Patrolman, he looked at Mu Nan hatefully: "Don't let me meet you!"
Mu Nan responded in a teasing tone: "Waiting for you!"
Who doesn't know how to talk?
The man's temper was obviously bad, and he was like dry firewood.
Fortunately, the woman quickly pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "Brother, forget it!"
This temporarily suppressed his anger.
However, the sweetness that bursts out from the red lips of this voice, like an oriole, is like a pearl of good news, it is so nice to hear!
"Okay, okay, here, the wine is ready! Go back quickly, Shuyun is waiting." Hu Ge tugged on Mu Nan's arm and urged.
After the two of them walked away, Mu Nan came to his senses from the woman's voice, and threatened their backs: "Humph! Next time we meet, I will make sure you look good. How can you carry a door panel?"
As for whether the two heard it or not, he didn't know.
Mu Nan turned around and picked up the slightly heavier wine gourd on his back, and walked out of the city gate. Less than ten breaths after he picked up the jade futon, he saw a raging fire in front of him accompanied by Taoist magic flying in the sky.
"Is there someone fighting?" Mu Nan couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.
Not all monks are harmonious, there are always some discords that are difficult to resolve with words.
At this time, it is necessary to compete and decide the winner.
This level also has its own merits, and is divided into literary and martial arts. Literary fighting is purely based on cultivation, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say, while martial arts is a battle of skills and real swords and spears.
Originally, Mu Nan didn't want to join in the fun, but he heard the onlookers shouting things like "Hey, Mashiro!" "Why are you saying hello there!"
His interest was ignited, he quickly turned around and rushed over with excitement on his face.
Even if the mortals in Izumo City can't cultivate a trace of spiritual energy, they can still learn some kung fu. In layman's terms, they are practicing martial arts.
Moreover, since I only rely on Izumo Island, I am used to seeing cultivators, so I don't feel anything strange about their techniques.
It’s even a bit of a joy to hear.
