I thought about it for a while.

Jiang Xuancai made up his mind: "Let's give the inkstone to my uncle. It's hard to see him empty-handed when I go out. Besides, I failed in school. Learning to draw talismans gives me a headache just thinking about it. I can't use it in a short time."

Less than it."

Think of this.

Jiang Xuan continued to walk upstairs.

Arrived on the third floor.

From the first glance, there are very few rooms here, and some elite disciples should live there.

Jiang Xuan searched and found that there were only eight rooms in total, and they were cleaned very cleanly, leaving nothing behind.

Go up to the fourth floor.

This is the top floor, with only two rooms. It should be the residence of the elders or true disciples who guard the shell.

I came forward to take a look with the intention of picking up the leaks.

Enter the eyes.

The door of the room on the left is wide open, and it is empty, with nothing left.

Look at the right again.

The door on the right is closed tightly, and unlike before, there is a purple talisman made of unknown material taped to the door.

I saw a guardian talisman.

Jiang Xuan did not dare to step forward rashly, and only looked at it from a distance for a while.

What I didn't expect was that there was electric light flowing on this purple talisman. After three thousand years, this talisman has not failed.

Hiss!

Jiang Xuan took a breath.

Because he knew with his toes that the people living on this floor would not be ordinary disciples, even if they were not elders, they would have to be deacons or true disciples.

Predictable.

This talisman is definitely not something he can touch, so...

"It's okay if I don't walk through the door!"

Jiang Xuan is not a disciple of the Kongming Sect, so he has no respect for the owners of these rooms.

Moreover, this talisman is affixed to the door, forming an access control, but there are no talismans on the surrounding walls.

If there were still Kong Mingzong disciples on duty here, he would definitely not dare to break through the wall and make too much noise.

But it’s not available now.

There are no guards, why should everyone be so polite?

Boom!!

There was a loud noise.

Jiang Xuan followed the corner of the wall and blasted a gap in the room.

Enter the eyes.

If you don't know it, this must be the boudoir of a female elder. The bed, quilts, and bed tents inside are all obviously patterned, and they look like high-end goods. Even after three thousand years, there is no trace of weathering or fading. Everything looks like

Three thousand years ago.

"What a good thing."

Pulling the bedding.

Even with his strength, he can't shake it at all. You must know that after he became a master, he had at least 5,000 kilograms of strength and could even lift a stone lion as tall as a person.

However, with his strength, he could not tear apart the bedding here. It can be seen that these fabrics must be woven by high-quality fairy silkworms. If placed in the human world, they would be invulnerable to fire and water.

"Such a good thing, it would be such a waste to keep it here. If you can take it back and change it into a single garment or a long coat or something, the defense of just one piece of fairy clothing can be better than a hundred pairs of iron armor."
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Jiang Xuan gave it a try.

The sharpest things on his body are the golden hairpin and the flying sword that came out of the treasure box.

But even these two things cannot scratch these sheets and quilts. It can be seen that the magic weapons in the hands of ordinary disciples are probably no more than tatters in the eyes of the elders of the immortal sect.

Of course.

Jiang Xuan has no magic power, so he is not strong enough to use the golden hairpin and the flying sword with all his strength.

But don’t forget that these quilts are also dead objects, not robes blessed with divine spells.

Take the sheets on the bed as an example.

It’s not invulnerable and cannot be cut. In fact, there is no need to cut it. Just follow the monk’s example and wrap it around your body.

As for the effect.

What kind of master, great master, or even heavenly being?

Put this thing on your body, and you will be the King of the World.

That is to say, it has not spread to the martial arts world. Otherwise, even a strong martial arts clan like the Luo family would regard it as a treasure and give it a name like: 'Huntian Treasure Clothes...'

"Although I don't want to say it."

"But in the eyes of a true immortal, I'm afraid the value of this quilt is higher than the five low-level magic weapons I found."

Things used by ordinary disciples, no matter how precious they are, are still used by ordinary disciples.

Even if the things used by the elders are ordinary, they are not the luxury that ordinary children of the Immortal family can imagine.

Jiang Xuan is a modern person.

He understands this thing very well.

Take the beds that ordinary people sleep on, for example. They are basically assembled from scrap wood.

As for the big boss, he sleeps on millions of pieces of precious nanmu. Even if he doesn’t make a bed, it’s cut into strips and made into rosary beads, it’s still worth two to three hundred thousand. How can ordinary people imagine that?

"Greedy, greedy..."

Jiang Xuan thought for a while, then went directly to bed and enjoyed the treatment of an elder of the Immortal Sect.

Hmm?

Wrong.

Before Jiang Xuan could continue to enjoy it, he noticed that there seemed to be something shaking under the quilt.

Is it a magic weapon??

Jiang Xuan sat up instantly. This was the elder's boudoir. If there was a magic weapon left behind, what level would it be?

"Uh..."

Lift the quilt.

Jiang Xuan was greatly disappointed.

Enter the eyes.

What's under the quilt is not a magic weapon, but two ordinary protective short sticks.

Hold it in your hand and wave it one or two.

This stick is too short, only about 30 centimeters, not as long as the baton in the hands of the community security guard.

Hmm!

Short stick??

The next second.

Jiang Xuan dropped the two short sticks on the bed as if he was electrocuted.

Sin.

Sin...

As an adult, sometimes having too much imagination is not necessarily a good thing.

"Bad luck."

Jiang Xuan looked darkly and started searching in the room again.

Maybe everyone in the fairy family has the ability to store items. Jiang Xuan searched in the boudoir and found nothing of value.

Let’s go and have a look in other rooms.

This female elder may be a big farmer, and she has cultivated several rooms into medicinal fields.

"Hey!"
To be continued...