Grand Master of Martial Arts

Chapter 91

Lin Xuan did what he thought, and jumped off the horse.

"Miss Murong, let's stop for a moment."

Murong Jiawen stopped the horse and looked at Lin Xuan puzzled.

The turmoil in the barren mountains has already begun, and time is running out. The longer the delay, the more people will be affected. What is Lin Xuan going to do when he stops?
Lin Xuan knew that Murong Jiawen was inconvenient to speak, so he said with a smile, "Wait for me for a while, I'll give you a little surprise."

surprise?

Murong Jiawen was a little confused, she saw Lin Xuan walking towards a big tree.

Lin Xuan walked up to a green willow, leaped forward, and grabbed a handful of green willow leaves.

Although the quality of a small organ like Bailinghou is only yellow-level, it is more difficult to make than ordinary mysterious-level organs.

In later generations, some people even called it "a yellow-level institution with prefecture-level difficulty".

For ordinary warriors, the Braun's Throat is useless, neither for killing nor for self-defense.

But it is very useful for those who are born with a mouthpiece that cannot speak.

The lark's throat was imitated by a talented puppet master based on the lark's throat structure 3000 years ago.

Put the lark's throat into the human throat, and you can make a crisp sound like a lark.

Lin Xuan carefully selected eight emerald green and intact willow leaves, took out clean water from Yuan Jie, and rinsed them off.

However, when Lin Xuan was about to make further productions, he discovered a very embarrassing thing.

no tools.

"When we get back to the sect, we have to prepare a set of tools and put them in the Yuan Jie."

There was no way, Lin Xuan walked back to Murong Jiawen's side.

"Miss Murong, do you have any embroidery needles?"

Embroidery needles?
Murong Jiawen was very surprised, she never expected that Lin Xuan would borrow embroidery needles from her.

Seeing Murong Jiawen's astonishment, Lin Xuan was rather embarrassed. If it was a girl from an ordinary family, embroidery needles would naturally be a must-have item for female celebrities, but Murong Jiawen is one of the seven elites of the outer sect, and she must be someone who is obsessed with martial arts. Like an ordinary woman, why do you have this kind of thing?
Just when he was about to say something to ease the embarrassment, he saw Murong Jiawen take out a fine needle made of sterling silver from the yuan ring.

"Is this... okay?"

Lin Xuan took it over and saw that it was a silver needle used by doctors to treat diseases.

"Miss Murong, are you a doctor?"

Murong Jiawen nodded, she is a first-class doctor.

The silver needles used by doctors are specially forged, so they are naturally much finer than ordinary embroidery needles.

The finer the tool, the more exquisite the small mechanism it creates.

Lin Xuan held the silver needle in one hand and the willow leaf in the other. He carefully carved on the willow leaf.

Murong Jiawen couldn't bear her curiosity, and quietly moved closer.

When she saw the willow leaves in Lin Xuan's hand, her eyes widened instantly.

On the willow leaves in Lin Xuan's hand, extremely complex patterns were carved out by silver needles. The patterns are angular, like the lines on a puppet for the flow of vitality, and also like the seal symbols used by the formation master to carve the formation. .

It was hard for Murong Jiawen to imagine that someone could steal the sky so skillfully on such a small willow leaf.

The willow leaf in Lin Xuan's hand has turned into an exquisite work of art.

Under Lin Xuan's precise control, six leaves were ready for just one cup of tea.

Murong Jiawen couldn't help asking: "My lord... what are you going to do?"

Lin Xuan smiled: "Wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

As he spoke, he pinched the six leaves into different shapes and carefully assembled them together.

A magical thing happened, six willow leaves formed a small hollow ball.

Lark Throat is ready.

"For you."

Murong Jiawen was very surprised.

"For... mine?"

Lin Xuan nodded, and put the Bailing Throat into Murong Jiawen's palm.

"This is the lark's throat. You stick it in your throat. When you speak, let your breath pass through it, and then make a sound."

Murong Jiawen put the Bailing Throat into her mouth with suspicion, and according to Lin Xuan's instructions, it got stuck in her throat.

She thought that something stuck in her throat would be uncomfortable, but she never thought that with a lark's throat stuck in her throat, she hardly felt anything.

Seeing that Murong Jiawen was ready, Lin Xuan said, "Try to say something."

"Young master, what is the use of this thing?"

After saying a word, Murong Jiawen's face showed an expression of extreme shock, which then turned into indescribable ecstasy.

Her originally very high-pitched and unpleasant voice, at this moment, was like a lark singing, very pleasant to hear.

"Is this my voice?"

Murong Jiawen was ecstatic, no matter how beautiful and outstanding she was, what she wanted was to have a voice like a normal person.

For her voice, she had sought many alchemists and physicians, but they all said they were helpless.

After Murong Jiawen became disheartened, she decided to become a doctor and heal herself!

It's just that she never expected that Lin Xuan would help her realize her wish for many years today.

"It's really... really my voice!"

After making sure she wasn't dreaming, Murong Jiawen's eyes filled with tears, and her crying sound was softer and sweeter than her previous laughter.

Lin Xuan said: "This Bailing Throat, you only need to infiltrate it with vitality every day to ensure that it will not rot."

In other words, as long as Murong Jiawen maintains it properly, Bailing Throat can be used forever.

"Thank you sir!"

Murong Jiawen was so excited that she wanted to kneel down, but was quickly supported by Lin Xuan.

"Miss Murong, you're welcome. Since the two of us go out on missions together, we always need to communicate. It's a little effort, so you're welcome!"

Murong Jiawen blushed slightly: "If you are willing to be friends with me, you can just call me Jiawen."

Lin Xuan said calmly, "Then you don't need to call me son anymore, just call me Lin Xuan."

The two smiled at each other.

Lin Xuan and Murong Jiawen got on their horses and continued on their way. Murong Jiawen didn't stop talking along the way.

She seemed to have been reborn, and it was as if a child had received a new gift. She couldn't put it down for her own voice.

Accompanied by a beautiful woman with a nice voice, although the journey was tiring, Lin Xuan did not feel bored.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at Moonlight Forest.

"Lin Xuan, I heard from Senior Sister Man that you once killed a qi-gathering first-level web spider in this forest?"

"Yes."

Bringing up this topic, Lin Xuan suddenly thought of the little white rabbit who fought side by side with him that day.

Lin Xuan still can't figure out why this little white rabbit doesn't appear in any of the secret books about monster types in the sacred mountain.

The secret books in the sacred mountain are all recorded in the world's knowledge, no matter how big or small.

Why did you omit a monster?
Lin Xuan was sure that the little white rabbit was definitely not an ordinary monster.

"Through the Moonlight Forest, you will find the barren mountain range. The little white rabbit must live in it. If there is a destiny, maybe we will see you again."

(End of this chapter)