I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

"Xianqiongmei"

"Jade Liquid Fragrance"

"It's better to be a wine dregs like me"

"The wine went down my throat"

"You dare to laugh at him, the Hundred Immortals are not free and unfettered, no... uh, not free and unfettered!"

On the path in the forest, an old Taoist priest with white hair staggered forward with a wine gourd in his hand, his face flushed.

Swish!

The old Taoist was immersed in drunkenness when suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of him.

A tall shadow loomed over him.

"Can fly!"

Mo Xuyang was horrified. Although he was a little drunk, he was sure that he was not mistaken. The figure in front of him was flying down from above.

Standing so steadily, the possibility of falling can be eliminated.

Being able to fly means that the opponent's realm is at least the Jindan stage. Mo Xuyang can't afford to offend him. He is a casual cultivator who has been struggling for a hundred years and has only just established his foundation.

"Sir... Immortal? What can I do for you?" Mo Xuyang spoke in as humble a tone as possible, fearing that the other party would kill him if he was unhappy.

He even didn't dare to raise his head.

"Old...old immortal, I just heard you singing a poem?" The voice of the person who came was rough. It was Daya who went out to look for the monks.

"Oh, these are just some doggerel poems, I sang them for fun, but they polluted the ears of the Immortal. I am guilty."

With a "pa" sound, before Daya could react, he slapped himself again. The sound was quite crisp.

"As expected of a cultivator from the human race, he is so cruel that he even hits himself." Daya couldn't help but complain in his heart.

After slapping him once, Mo Xuyang wanted to hit him again. Daya was afraid that something might happen, so he quickly reached out to stop him.

"Okay, I'm not here to pick a fight with you."

"You're not looking for trouble? The Immortal needs offerings. I'm just a casual cultivator, poor as hell, and I don't have anything good to offer to the Immortal."

Mo Xuyang's expression became increasingly bitter, as he mistook Daya for a treasure robber.

"I don't want any offerings, I just want you to help me with something."

"Oh, no, I can't do that. My power is too low to help you, Immortal."

Seeing that the other person's head was buried deeper and deeper, Daya became unhappy: "Why are you acting like a woman? Look up at me. What I want you to do is very simple. I think you are very suitable."

"No, no, I dare not look at the Immortal. I know the rules. If you look at the Immortal's face, you will be silenced."

What does this have to do with anything?

Daya finally understood that the other party regarded him as a robber.

"Look up at me, stop talking nonsense, and listen to me."

"I listen, I listen."

Mo Xuyang then raised his head and saw Daya's ferocious look. His calves went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

"I'm asking you for a small favor. Here's what's going on..."

Daya had prepared his speech in advance and delivered it fluently.

After he finished speaking, Mo Xuyang felt a little relieved.

"What the Immortal means is... you come from a family of immortal cultivators, and your family has a young master who is being trained as a special person and is going out to practice hard. The family is afraid that something bad will happen to their disciple, so they plan to help him secretly, and then let the Taoist priest pass on the immortal cultivation supplies to the young master of the immortal family."

"That's about what I mean. Can you help?" asked Daya.

Mo Xuyang puffed up his teeth and looked at Daya, then swallowed his saliva and nodded heavily: "Yes."

The main reason was that he was afraid that if he said no, the other party would get angry and punch him, and his life, which he had managed to survive for a hundred years, would be wasted.

"Don't look so sad. I'm not asking you to help me for nothing. Here."

As he spoke, Daya threw something out and Mo Xuyang caught it in a panic.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a hundred-year-old frost grass.

"Ning... Ningshuang grass, a hundred years old?! Is this for me, Immortal?"

Mo Xuyang's hands couldn't stop shaking. This was a hundred-year-old Frost Condensation Grass. Even ten years old was a treasure that was priceless.

The main material for refining the Soul-Nourishing Pill. One Soul-Nourishing Pill can double the cultivation speed of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. How precious it is.

Even if it is not refined into pills, eating it dry will be of great benefit to cultivation.

Looking at the excited expression of the old Taoist in front of him, Daya shook his head slightly.

What a lack of vision! A hundred-year-old grass that Lei Niang wouldn't even eat and throw away, yet the other party treasures it so much. It seems like I gave too much.

But since it has been given away, there is no reason to ask for it back.

"I'm giving it to you, but it's also a prerequisite for you to get things done."

"I promise to do it. Wherever the Immortal's disciple is now, I will go there immediately."

"I haven't given you the things yet. Where are you going? Take these two."

Two objects were thrown out, and this time Mo Xuyang was prepared and caught them steadily.

"This is... the ancient heavenly level mental method - the Star Picking Technique!"

Mo Xuyang had read some ancient books and recognized the mental method given by Daya, which made him even more shocked.

"Here, here, here, Immortal, if you give me this secret technique, you won't be afraid of the little Taoist peeking at it."

"What do you mean by afraid? This thing was originally given to you to see. You should understand it clearly so that you can hand it over to the young master of my family."

Daya was thoughtful. Yuan Feng had never been exposed to cultivation since he was a child. Even if the best mental method was placed in front of him, Yuan Feng would not be able to understand it. It would be best to find someone to teach him.

"No!" Mo Xuyang knelt down with a plop. "I am of humble status and dare not spy on the immortals' mental methods."

"Get up. What's wrong with you? Why are you kneeling on the ground? I told you to look, so you look. Why are you making so much trouble?"

Seeing Daya being so overbearing, Mo Xuyang quickly kowtowed three times: "Thank you for your kindness, Immortal. I will dare to pretend to be your teacher for a while."

"That's right. The other thing in your hand is the Supreme Dragon Marrow. It needs to be taken with morning dew. Remember to remind my young master when you give it to him."

"Supreme Dragon Marrow?!"

Mo Xuyang's hands began to tremble again. He was so focused on his mental skills that he didn't notice the glittering golden thread.

It turned out to be the Supreme Dragon Marrow.

Big family!

Anything you take out will turn out to be the ancient heavenly level mental method and the supreme dragon marrow.

Judging from this level of skills, they must be one of the best immortal cultivation clans in Hunyuan Continent.

Mo Xuyang looked at Daya with more and more respect.

He secretly rejoiced that he had climbed to a higher position. Just by drinking a sip of the soup, he could get hundred-year-old frost grass and the ancient top-grade mental method.

This situation is not much worse than that of the Child of Destiny.

"What are you daydreaming about? Get your stuff. The location is in a small village on the other side of the mountain. Our young master's name is Yuan Feng. He is about fourteen or fifteen years old. Come over when you understand."

"Understood. I'll go right away."

"Let me remind you that our young master doesn't want to accept the family's help, so don't mention the family's affairs. Also, don't think about running away with the stuff, you can't outrun me."

"You can't run, you definitely can't run." Mo Xuyang said goodbye to Daya with a smile.

Why is he running? Mo Xuyang can't wait to stick to the young master he has never met.

"Yuan...Feng."

I know all the three major families in Hunyuan Continent, and there is no one with the surname Yuan.

Even in this Western Desolate Continent, there is no one with the surname Yuan. Perhaps he is from a low-key big family.

Although Mo Xuyang was confused, he still regarded Yuan Feng as a descendant of the immortal clan.

……

Outside Yuanfeng’s wall.

Mo Xuyang took a look at the simple environment and couldn't help but sigh.

It's obvious that this young master is extraordinary. As a son of a wealthy family, he can endure poverty and live in a place like this.

If I were called upon to do this, I would wish I could build a dozen large courtyards a day so that we could take turns sleeping there.

After calming himself down, Mo Xuyang knocked on the gate, then straightened his clothes and put on an expression of a master.

"Who?"

Yuan Feng was feeding the pigs and came out with his sleeves rolled up.

When he saw that the person standing outside the courtyard was an old Taoist with white hair and a youthful face, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and walked cautiously.

"Master? Is there something wrong?"

"Ahem, I'm passing by here and I'm a little thirsty. Can I ask for some water to drink?"

"Ask for water? Of course no problem."

Yuan Feng didn't waste any time and immediately went back to the house and scooped out a bucket of water.

"Give."

Mo Xuyang took a sip and nodded, "Not bad, it's refreshing and thirst-quenching."

Does this quench your thirst?

Yuan Feng looked at the other person in surprise, then took a small sip and said he was thirsty.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Yuan Feng."

"Oh~ young man, I think you are kind-hearted and have a connection with me. How about becoming my disciple?"

"Ah? Become my disciple?"

He wants to accept me as his disciple just for drinking a sip of water... Yuan Feng doesn't even know what the other person does.

"Master, I appreciate your kindness, and I will accept you as my disciple."

Yuan Feng refused on the spot, thinking that the other party was a swindler who was recruiting disciples to cheat people out of their money.

"Don't want to?"

Mo Xuyang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but complain:

You are worthy of being everyone's disciple. I have pretended to be like this, but you are still unwilling to give it. It seems that this Frost Grass is not so easy to get.

"Young man, is there anything taboo?"

"I don't have any taboos. The main thing is that I don't even know what you do. It's too abrupt to talk about becoming your disciple."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My last name is Mo, my given name is Xuyang, and my nickname is Sifang Jushi. I saw that you have a connection with me, so I wanted to guide you out of the wrong path, but you hesitated instead."

"Master, don't blame me for being too cautious. You know the world, there are too many scammers."

"How disrespectful! Do you think the Taoist priest is a charlatan?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Forget it. It's right to be careful. If you didn't have such thoughts, I would think you were stupid. I will show you my skills."

Mo Xuyang stomped his feet, made hand gestures, and muttered something. The melon ladle in the water jar surprisingly floated in the air.

"I go!"

Yuan Feng couldn't help but exclaimed, he really is an immortal.

"Master, please bow to me!"

Mo Xuyang was still controlling the water scoop when Yuan Feng suddenly fell to his knees, almost scaring his magic into ineffectiveness.

Kneeling so quickly?

Mo Xuyang suddenly doubted whether he had found the wrong person. Why did this young man from the immortal family look so naive?

However, he quickly dispelled his worries. If he had found the wrong person, the immortal would definitely come out to remind him.

If there is no reminder, then you have found the right one.

Calming down, I forced a smile:

"Okay, good disciple, from now on, you are my last disciple."

"By the way, Master, I have a question. I have been diagnosed with no spiritual roots since I was a child. Are you sure I can practice with you?"

"Without spiritual roots, it's not a big deal. Come, this thing is the gift from your master."

Mo Xuyang took out the Supreme Dragon Marrow.

"Master, what is this thin line?"

"This is not some thin thread, it is the Supreme Dragon Marrow. When taken with morning dew, it has the effect of growing spiritual roots."

"So magical? Thank you, Master." Yuan Feng couldn't wait to take it.

"Very good. Once you have consumed this supreme dragon marrow, I will teach you the secret method."

"Thank you, Master. Let's go now."

"Go? Where to?" Mo Xuyang was stunned.

"Let's go to Master's cave."

According to Yuan Feng's understanding, since he has started to practice Taoism, he can't continue to raise pigs.

"I am traveling around the world and don't have a cave to stay in. You should practice here. I will also stop traveling and accompany you to guide you."

"But I only have one bed. Forget it. Master, I'll let you sleep on it. I'll go to the cowshed. The cowshed is relatively clean and I can sleep on the haystack."

"No, you can continue to sleep on the bed. I am used to traveling, so I can meditate in the cowshed."

"Isn't this... bad?" At least one should respect his teacher. Yuan Feng didn't dare to let his master sleep in the cowshed.

But Mo Xuyang didn't dare to let the young master of a big family sleep in the cowshed, so he could only say:

"It doesn't matter. The way I practice as a teacher is to live a hard life."

"Ah? So, should I follow Master's path and live a hard life together?"

"That's not necessary. Everyone's path is different. You will understand once you start practicing."

Mo Xuyang's mouth twitched and he almost couldn't continue his story.

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