The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

The surname is Mu. In the files I saw before, there was only one person with the surname Mu... So who is this person...

"Are you Mu Yingsheng, the leader of the Tianhun Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yingsheng looked at Hu Xingtong in surprise. He didn't expect that this girl was so smart and recognized him so quickly.

"It seems you've seen quite a lot of files."

Hu Xingtong chuckled and complimented, "That's what you showed me, Senior. I think you should have known it when we first entered the formation. Those text warnings in the library were probably set up by you, right?"

Mu Yingsheng raised an eyebrow, obviously not expecting her to be able to guess this far. "Why do you say that? Perhaps this is a warning left by our sect to our disciples?"

Upon hearing this, Sinan looked at Hu Xingtong curiously. He had never thought that those golden words could be man-made.

Hu Xingtong smiled mysteriously and replied, "At the beginning, when we didn't get the skills, I went to the stairs, but there was no clue there. Later, my junior sister took a skills manual and wanted to take it again, so there was a clue. At that time, I didn't feel the fluctuations of the formation, so I guessed that the clue was man-made. But at that time, I just thought it might be a tiny amount of spiritual power left by the predecessors."

"Later, when we reached the secret room, I discovered that there might be someone alive inside the Heavenly Soul Sect. Without knowing the situation, I didn't dare to risk my fellow disciples and friends, so I took them out. However, when we were leaving, the fluctuations of the sect's formation disappeared. I didn't notice it at the time, and only when I came back, I felt the fluctuations of the formation again after passing by it. So I guessed someone was playing tricks."

"Then after I came up, various prompts became more and more, and the texts were gradually complete, so I guessed that you were taking action. When I came here, the soul-nourishing stone didn't light up, so I was completely sure that you were still alive." As he spoke, Hu Xingtong did not forget to point to the extinguished soul-nourishing stone and analyzed.

These words made Sinan suddenly realize, and Mu Yingsheng's eyes looked at her more and more deeply. The deep meaning contained in his eyes made Hu Xingtong unable to understand.

"Yes, the fact that you can see these shows that you are very familiar with formations. Are you a formation master?"

Hu Xingtong shook his head seriously, then nodded. When the other party began to get confused, he added, "To be precise, I'm a weapon refiner, and I've also studied formations and talismans as a supplement. Therefore, I only have a superficial understanding of formations."

"You barely even know the basics!" Sinan's eyes rolled when Hu Xingtong said this, and naturally, this also escaped Mu Yingsheng's attention. So the latter nodded in agreement with a hint of deep meaning, and then, when the other party had obviously relaxed, he attacked with a surprise attack: "Well, you're a bit too superficial. My formation was considered the best at the time, and yet a young man like you understood it. You really are better than the master!"

Uh... well, no need to be modest in front of this old man, he has a sharp eye and a sharp tongue. Hu Xingtong secretly criticized in his heart, and did not dare to say anything more openly.

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After Mu Yingsheng led the two through a corridor surrounded by numerous formations, he brought them to the main hall of the Tianhun Sect. He casually called for a pot of tea, poured it for the two, and then waved his hand to refuse it out of fear of their politeness. He then poured himself a cup and took a sip carefully.

Hu Xingtong and Sinan looked at each other, then looked at the cup in their hands. Thinking that the water might be three hundred years old, they didn't know how to swallow it.

Seeing that the two refused to drink, Mu Yingsheng jokingly said, "Why? Do you think my water is poisoned or that the water from three hundred years ago is bad?"

Hu Xingtong looked up at him, smiled wryly, and replied, "Senior Mu, you're talking about water from three hundred years ago. Will drinking it really not give me a stomachache?"

Sinan nodded in agreement, looking unexpectedly funny.

Mu Yingsheng smiled and explained good-naturedly, "This is spiritual spring water from the back mountain. It's good no matter how many years have passed. You two can drink it. Besides, I'm letting you release the jade slip. If you two are poisoned to death by me, the elders in your sect will definitely come to seek revenge, and I won't have a place to entertain them."

Hearing this, the two of them finally felt relieved and drank the water happily. Needless to say, the water was sweet and had a long aftertaste. It tasted surprisingly good, even comparable to the modern fat otaku happy water. Hu Xingtong drank it in one gulp, staring at Mu Yingsheng eagerly, and used the moves she had recently learned: "Senior Mu, is there enough water?"

He had never seen such a shameless person before, but Mu Yingsheng, who had slept for over three hundred years, had not seen such a vigorous young man for a long time. He waved his hand with a good temper and directly brought a large jar and placed it in front of the two of them, instructing them: "As much as you can, but drink less, be careful of indigestion."

Hehe, Hu Xingtong is not afraid of indigestion or anything like that, he just likes the spiritual charm contained in the spiritual spring.

Wait, Wen Zhao seemed to have stuffed some tea leaves into his mouth before, saying that it was a bribe from some prominent families to Gu Xing, maybe there would be some delicious ones.

Thinking so, he did so. After rummaging back and forth in the storage ring, he took out a tea leaf that had been scanned by the Scanning Eye and looked good. In front of Mu Yingsheng and Sinan, Hu Xingtong used the spiritual fire in his palm. After the flame boiled the spiritual spring water in the teacup, Hu Xingtong put the tea leaf in. For a moment, the whole main hall was filled with the fragrance of tea.

"Huh? Wusong Baiye, you also have such a good tea?" Mu Yingsheng dodged and sat opposite the two of them with his kettle. This sudden action really scared Sinan who was drinking tea quietly and Hu Xingtong who was immersed in making tea.

"Senior, please slow down. You scared me..." Sinan timidly spoke from the side. However, Mu Yingsheng just perfunctorily responded with a good temper. He turned around and asked Hu Xingtong for tea, "Give me some, little girl."

Hu Xingtong didn't understand what was going on. He evenly placed a bowl of water between the two people, put a handful of tea leaves in each, and then casually asked about the tea, "Is this tea really that good?"

Mu Yingsheng knew that she didn't understand the benefits of this tea, so he handed the cup to Hu Xingtong and asked her to heat it up for him. The latter naturally and considerately heated it up for both of them, and then handed the cup back.

After taking a sip of the tea, Mu Yingsheng's expression seemed to rise to the clouds. "The growing environment of the mist pine is extremely harsh, and the spiritual energy of the place where it grows is also very strong. Generally, a sip of this cup can help ordinary cultivators quickly attain enlightenment." As he drank, Mu Yingsheng smacked his lips and continued, "Your tea is still pure. It's wonderful. Drinking more can help you improve your spiritual power."

Hearing this, Hu Xingtong looked at the teacup in front of him thoughtfully. This thing was so good, could it be exchanged for some materials for refining equipment? Tea was not as real as food to him, and it was useless to keep it in his hands, so it would be better to sell it and exchange for materials.

Seeing her lost in thought, Mu Yingsheng thought she was pondering the preciousness of tea, so he asked, "Keep this for yourself. If you ever hit a bottleneck in your cultivation, it's a good way to relieve it."