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The old shaman taught the two people the method of double cultivation, Tong Wu only half understood, but Yan Jingchen nodded repeatedly.

After finishing speaking, the old shaman got up from the stall, tidied up the folds of his clothes, and said, "Okay, it's getting late, I should go back."

Yan Jingchen hurriedly asked to stay, "Old shaman, please stay one more night!"

"No, the catastrophe will come down at any time, so I won't cause you any trouble."

"Let's give it away." In the future, I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again.

The old shaman waved his hand, indicating that they don't need to follow, and handed Yan Jingchen a pot, and then left the Kunlun School with two apprentices.

"What is this?" Tong Wu asked, looking at the jar in his hand.

"I don't know, the old shaman said that there is an instruction manual, let me read it myself."

"..." Cultivation these days is really high-end and foreign, and the gift comes with an instruction manual, and the customer service is really good.

"Let's go, put things away first, and go back and study slowly."

"it is good."

Yan Jingchen went back to the house, put away the mask and scepter, and the two flew up to the Kunlun Secret Realm, sealed the things entrusted by the old shaman in the ice wall, and then returned to the room with the jar.

But here comes the problem, Tong Wu couldn't find the manual...

"Stupid, that's not how you play it, you want to do it like this..." Yan Jingchen said, put his index finger on an inconspicuous recess on the medicine jar, and injected his true essence.

"..." It turns out that it also has a fingerprint real element recognition system, and it really knows how to play!

The medicine jar recognized Yan Jingchen's real essence, and words appeared on the oiled paper that sealed the medicine jar.

Tong Wu: "???"

"What did you write?" Tong Wu asked.

The oil paper on the sealed medicine jar was written in Tibetan, which Tong Wu couldn't understand, so he looked at Yan Jingchen as if asking for help.

Yan Jingchen knew Tibetan, so he carefully read the handwriting on the oil paper. The more he read, the more subtle his expression became. When Tong Wu couldn't wait to ask him what he wrote, he restrained his expression, and said seriously: "There are living blood inside." Muscle ointment, you can also use it if your muscles are stiff occasionally."

In fact, this thing has other uses, but Yan Jingchen didn't dare to say it, but he was praising the old shaman in his heart - it's really on the road, he likes the effect of this ointment so much!

As Yan Jingchen's true essence dissipated, the handwriting on the oil paper disappeared again.

"I put away the ointment, someday I will be stiff, can you apply some for me?" Tong Wu asked.

Yan Jingchen swallowed and said, "Okay, put it in the low cabinet by the bed."

"Such a big can, where do you put it?"

"Well, just put it there."

Tong Wu looked at Yan Jingchen's strange eyes, and put the medicine jar in full of doubts.

"By the way." Tong Wu asked while packing up his things: "The double cultivation method that the old shaman told you just now, what is going on, I can't understand a word."

"Oh, that ah..."

"The old shaman knows medicine?"

"Well, he is a witch doctor. In the past, it was all up to him to treat diseases and exorcise evil spirits in the nearby villages."

"Hey! Then why do you want to live alone now, with only two apprentices by your side, life is inconvenient and lonely!"

Yan Jingchen shrugged, "I can't help it. When it was dilapidated, I was beaten as a magic stick, like a mouse crossing the street. So I listened to Master's advice and moved to a place far away from the village temporarily. Originally, I wanted to wait until the limelight passed. Those who went back to the village, who knew that technology is getting more and more advanced, everyone would rather go to the hospital to see western medicine than seek witch doctor to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases like in the past, besides, he has lived too long and has already been regarded as an outlier."

"But I've read a lot of reports about folklore, and those villagers still believe in witch doctors."

Yan Jingchen sneered, "Those? It's just a show for tourists. They think that dancing big/shen is a witch doctor who can heal people. Those masks and staffs have no magical power!"

"Oh……"

"In fact, the world is so big, there are always problems that science can't solve." Yan Jingchen didn't say anything later, but in the unfinished words, Tong Wu could hear his worry about the old shaman.

Tong Wu stepped forward and hugged Yan Jingchen, saying: "The old shaman will be fine, he has two apprentices, the inheritance of the witch doctor will not be broken because of this."

"I hope so!" Yan Jingchen patted Tong Wu's hand, and asked again: "By the way, you asked the old shaman about the double cultivation method, didn't you understand just now?"

"Um……"

As soon as Tong Wu finished speaking, he was scooped up by Yan Jingchen, who screamed, "What are you doing, Yan Jingchen, it's daytime now!"

"Where are you going? I'm going to explain Shuangxiu to you. It's too troublesome to talk about it. We have to pay attention to precepts and deeds."

"..."

"Teaching during the day, practicing at night, including learning and meeting."

"Yan Jingchen, what the hell are you learning from Lan Xiang's advertisement again, ah!!!"

Regarding teaching and learning, the two cooperated very well. When Yan Jingchen put him out of bed, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was indeed different from a few days ago. In the past, there was a feeling of body stiffness.

Of course, in addition to the effects of double cultivation, the pot of ointment given by the old shaman also contributed.

Thinking of the true use of that jar of ointment, Tong Wu really hated himself for not being able to understand Tibetan...

The weather was fine, and the Kunlun mirror turmoil had passed. Tong Wu missed the Kunlun Internet Cafe at the foot of the mountain, so he asked Yan Jingchen to go down the mountain.

In this regard, Yan Jingchen asked: "Internet cafes are more important or me?"

Tong Wu tilted his head and thought for a while, "It's all important." He said.

"Internet cafes are used to make money. There are so many people in the Kunlun faction, they all need money to support them."

"Don't be stupid." Yan Jingchen shook his head, pulled Tong Wu in his arms, and wandered aimlessly in front of the house with him in his arms, "How much can I earn from that broken Internet cafe to support the Kunlun faction? The purpose of opening an Internet cafe was to In order to use the Internet cafe as the entrance to the Kunlun office hall, the entrance has been changed to another place, so it doesn’t matter if the Internet cafe doesn’t open.”

"..."

"You like to surf the Internet, so get a few computers to use, put one in the study and one in the room, buy a few iPads, upgrade the network in the sect, have full wifi, and go wherever you go, okay? "

Tong Wu: "..."

This kind of local tyrant's words full of Mary Su's flavor, probably only Yan Jingchen said it without blushing and heartbeat, and did not feel that it was a shameless waste of resources.

Tong Wu decided to ignore him and turned back to the house.

At this moment, there was a long howl in the sky, and a golden eagle swooped down on the two of them after circling in the air.

Tong Wu: "!!!"

As a scholar, Tong Wu felt that many things he had experienced after waking up were tough enough, and he shouldn't have anything to be afraid of, but he didn't want to be frightened by a raptor to take a step back and hide in the Yan Jingchen almost showed him trembling behind him.

Yan Jingchen patted him afraid, and signaled him not to be afraid.

The golden eagle swooped down in front of Yan Jingchen, and once it stopped, it landed on his raised arm and folded its wings.

Yan Jingchen found some pills from the house and fed them to Jin Diao, and melted some snow water for him to drink. Jin Diao smacked his lips contentedly, flew to the back of the chair to perch, and then mouthed under Tong Wu's surprised gaze. Spit human language.

"Brother Jingchen, long time no see."

"Yeah, Brother Diao, how are you doing?"

Brother Diao...I've even crossed Xiaolongnv!Tong Wu complained in his heart.

The golden eagle rolled his eyes at Tongwu, and then said: "The old shaman asked me to send you a letter. A few days ago, he wanted to tell you about the Kunlun mirror, but he came and went in a hurry, and he forgot."

"Oh? What advice does the old shaman have?"

"The master said that if you want to investigate the matter of Kunlun Mirror to the end, it will definitely hurt this little fellow Taoist. He told you to do it yourself, and decide whether to pursue it after weighing your decision."

Yan Jingchen: "..."

"You take care of yourself, I'll go first." Saying that, the golden eagle flapped its wings and was about to take off.

"Wait a minute, Brother Eagle."

Golden Eagle: "What?"

Yan Jingchen shook his head, and wrapped some Ziqing pills for him, and tied them on his lap, "Brother Diao will bring you a small gift, I wish Brother Diao will cultivate into a human body as soon as possible."

"Of course, I accept your good words." The golden eagle shook its feathers proudly and flew away.

After he left, Yan Jingchen said, "Kunlun Mirror, do you want to interrogate?"

"Ask me? Damn, isn't this something you should consider?"

Yan Jingchen was silent, but shook his head, the old shaman's words from the golden eagle just now were worth his deep thinking.

The two returned to the room and turned on the TV to watch the news, but Tong Wu picked up the kit on the table to play with.

"Let's try!" Tong Wu said after a long while, throwing the bag back.

"how?"

"I just want to know, besides making me lose you, what else can hurt me now."

Yan Jingchen liked to hear these words, and immediately became elated, turned off the TV, and cheerfully wanted to interrogate Kunlun Mirror.

Tong Wu: "...Why do I feel that you shouldn't be so happy? Do you really regard the Kunlun mirror as the foundation of our school..."

"I'm not that silly girl Hong Sui, she's a fan of Kunlun Mirror, I'm not."

"..."

Yan Jingchen opened the kit, and the Kunlun mirror jumped out of it, sinking and floating on the porcelain plate.

Yan Jingchen waved his hand, and a sofa appeared beside the table. He pointed to the sofa and said to Kunlun Mirror, "Sit."

Kunlun Mirror: "..."

He moved to the sofa and sat down. The mirror and the blue spirit were very close, but they couldn't fuse together. He could only barely form a phantom sitting on the sofa. The golden light was dim, and he looked particularly haggard.

"Mr. Kunlun, how are you doing recently?" Yan Jingchen asked.

"Okay, don't you know?" Kunlun mirror asked back.

"Well, since this is the case, let's get straight to the point. Anyway, I don't care if you are okay or not."

Kunlun Mirror: "..."

"Jingchen, don't be like this, speak up if you have something to say." Tong Wu interrupted at the right time, deliberately said something nice, and made Kunlun mirror half dead.

"Why is he here!" Xu Ying raised his hand and pointed at Tong Wu impolitely.

Tong Wu pointedly said: "I've been here all the time, you just can't see me."

"..." Kunlun Jing ignored Tong Wu, snorted, and said to Yan Jingchen in a slow tone: "I know what you want to ask, as long as you ask, I will tell you, but he has to go out."

"If there is anything you can't say in front of Xiao Wu, I have no secrets from him."

"But I don't want him to hear this!!!" Kunlun mirror screamed.