"What a shabby king it is to use rocks to turn into a throne. Is your self-proclaimed name the King of Rock Caves? Depending on your age, it's been a long time since you were a middle school student who loves to dream of it."

With Wei Ye's sarcastic expression, half-sarcastic and half-disgusting words returned indifferently, causing the man on the Rock Throne to lean forward, revealing his face under his long hair. It was not the hard face with cold and steep lines as expected, but the pretty face of a girl with soft and cute lines like a lotus, and the puzzled expression and questioning that was completely out of place: "Uncle?"

"Hmm? Ah... Oh." He opened his eyes and closed them a few times. As the retina got used to the sudden increase in brightness in the studio, Wei Ye covered his hands on his face and rubbed them hard a few times, allowing a heat to penetrate the skin and dispel some fatigue, and then he turned his eyes to Sima Ling.

Everything is normal, there is no rock throne with weird taste, no middle school students imagine that the late stage of illness, only Sima Ling holding a cup of white water.

"Dream..." He pressed his forehead with his knuckles. Wei Ye flicked his tongue and took the warm water handed over by his small oil bottle. He poured it in one go and felt a little more comfortable. He just put down the cup and turned his head. Wei Ye's gaze happened to meet Sima Ling.

"Is there any clue, uncle? Princess Wencheng is now like a cat that has been burned by cigarette butts. She has to go to the attic studio at least thirty times a day. If you let him down, I'm very worried if he will be driven crazy."

Wei Ye had no idea about Wei Wencheng's nickname, which was completely because of himself. He got up with a little aroused from being awakened and replied casually: "Probably, the customer who paid the deposit could not get the weapons, but could only get the relationship between the simple Paleolithic tools from him. According to the tradition of the Chamber of Commerce of the Gate of the Stars, customers have the right to raise three to five times the compensation in this case."

However, Wei Wencheng is not a person who is eager to circulate currency such as precious metals and causal law. A creature like Wenqing will naturally show off a "hate with you" face when facing the Xuantan Marshal or the elephant-headed God of Wealth.

In his heart, Wei Ye moved his neck and fingers and turned his eyes back to the search interface of the database: "But I just had a very indestructible dream. Although there were some things that I hated in the dream, there were also some great tips. Well, I was like the spy in the story, and saw the stone lantern in the middle of the garden with a parallel path crossed under the night sky."

"I don't understand the weird and unpopular metaphor," I pulled the bamboo slip terminal towards me in time, and Sima Ling confidently blocked the unemployed folklorist's feelings, "It's been almost several days since I was so ignoring my own body, uncle. Compared to the stone lantern you saw, I think you should go to Princess Wencheng's shower room now and go to bed to have a nap."

Wei Ye chuckled, and then habitually tsk his tongue.

"Tsk, so whether my education is successful or failed, this is the natural tone of the head of the family."

"It's 'our family's education, uncle."

"uh-huh……"

With a kind of mentality of having a girl in my family, mixed with pride and frustration, Wei Ye took off his cloth and blue shirt and entered Wei Wencheng's shower. The warm water splashed down, and the magician stood under the shower, his fingers passed through the mist, and gently tapped the handle of the shower. The shower was polished with wooden fish stones with yellow-brown wood texture. The sound was crisp like a bell, and the fingertips gave a subtle and delicate touch. Wood fish stones were also an outer pill medicine, also known as Taiyi

The surplus grain is the best produced by Mount Tai. The alchemy family often takes out the stone eggs in their stone cavity to temper the iron essence. However, for ordinary people, the wood fish stone has a delicate texture and its appearance and color is naturally a rich and clumsy charm, which is a good material for polishing small stone pots and ornaments. Speaking of which, although Wei Wencheng has all the inevitable problems of literary youth, his taste is not too bad, such as this wood fish stone shower, such as the Taihu stone tea table in his tea room...

Well, compared with the small wooden fish and stone shower, the tea table made of a whole square Taihu stone is like a mountain. Mount Tai and the surrounding mountains produce countless wooden fish and stones, allowing them to enter the alchemy furnace, medicine cabinet and handicraft counter. So what about the small hill where Bai Lian Qinggang swords go?

Ah, there is the idiot sitting on the rocky mountain.

Lowering his head, letting the hot water flow down his hair, Wei Ye raised his hand and pressed the shower switch.

...

………

There are many styles of drinking tea. The tea ceremony that follows the rituals specially set by Zen monks to empty their minds is the most boring style. The elderly in the countryside of Guizhou have roasted tea leaves and rice and soybeans in black pottery cups. The most intimate style is the style. Cantonese people prepare large plates of tea with small cherry blossoms in addition to tea, which is probably a more realistic style than drinking tea with light things like dried silk. On the tea table in Taihu stone, at this moment, according to the tradition of Cantonese morning tea, there are several baskets of steamed dumplings and rice balls and other snacks. A pot of Qimenhong has just been brewed, which makes the tea room smell a little fruity.

If Wei Ye was not full of talismans and spells and mixed mystical theories, he would probably mock the intellectual and young weapons merchants who learned the style of Guangshang in the Ming and Qing Dynasties and learned a petty and clever spirit. So the magician who was not in the mood to talk about nothing about things just carried a daughter-in-law and wore a blue shirt, and stepped into the tea room like a wanderer in a martial arts world.

Wei Wencheng was pouring red tea into a white porcelain gold-edged cup. His hand holding the handle was hanging smoothly in the air, cleverly controlling the angle of the spout so that a drop of tea would not splash out. However, his eyes turned to the magician: "What's going on, right?"

"Impatient tone, princess." Wei Ye blocked a yawn with his free hand and replied, "I always thought that businessmen had to learn to wear masks and not let their cards be seen by their opponents."

"Uncle, I think you'd better sleep for a while." Sima Ling looked at Wei Ye's face and said seriously, "The restrictions and the problems inside are here, and you won't run away."

"When the decryption reaches the most critical moment, no one can sleep." Wei Ye said while handing Tao Qianjin's sword hilt forward, "And you suggest me take a shower, now I'm much more energetic."

He pressed his fingers on the machine spring on the scabbard. Wei Ye used his eyes to signal the literary businessman and the little oil bottle to take away the cups on the Taihu stone table. He held Tao Qianjin's scabbard with both hands, and hit the table hard like playing the game of playing watermelon with a ball bat on the beach!

With one wave, one hammer, one press, the sword is unsheathed.

Untie the lightweight bamboo sheath, Tao Qianjin's sword body, with its exaggerated density and weight, hit the tabletop.

The Taihu stone with light green and slightly gray made a crisp sound, breaking from the place where the sword hilt contacted as the base point.

Although it is a famous ornamental stone, Taihu stone is still water-eroded limestone taken from the lake. Although the water-soluble limestone gives Taihu stone a clear and porous shape, it also makes Taihu stone, which belongs to brittle stone, much easier to destroy than other stones. However, because Taihu stone is brittle and porous, it is not a suitable stone carving material. With very few furniture carved, it is unknown when Wei Wencheng will buy another suitable Taihu stone tea table.

But Wei Wencheng didn't care about his tea table. He just opened his eyes wide and watched Wei Ye stretched out his left hand to fumble through the broken stone table. Finally, he grabbed a short sword that was no longer than a small spoon in a hole. The hilt and scabbard were cast in brass. The sword grid was made of a very traditional Ruyi Cirrus Cloud shape, which looked like the most common children's toys in the five-yuan shop on the street. But such an inconspicuous small sword was wrapped with an iron chain hinge, completely sealing the sword body in the scabbard. On the other end of the hinge, there was a small old-fashioned lock, the stone lock, the size of a longan's core, hanging.

"The King of Stones in the cave sat in the stone mountain and buried the treasure of the sword in the stone." Wei Ye frowned and looked at the exquisite gadget, and muttered, "The core part of the ban uses stone locks and swords as suppression objects, symbolizing the two images of petrification and swords, which are interesting."

He said this, Wei Ye's fingers and sword-picking techniques were drawn in the air. The talisman of Dongyang Sword Zhu was burning. The fire was attached to his fingertips and formed a sword shadow. There was no need to hesitate. Wei Ye's fingers were slashed horizontally, and the fire blade slashed the hinged stone lock directly.

This forbidden magic object seemed to have a little bit of spirituality. I felt the threat of the sword shadow. The small sword, which was as wide as a bamboo chopstick, shook suddenly in the brass sheath and buzzed out with a buzz. It seemed to be very taboo to the fire at Wei Ye's fingertips. The sword's body arched, avoided Wei Ye's sword's fingers and shot it to the ground.

But before it could land, Wei Wencheng's eyebrows were sinister and said coldly, "Want to run?" He was a little surprised, but his subordinates were not slow at all. A silver light came out of his sleeve like lightning, and was squeezing towards the small sword that was about to escape. This silver light was filled with the sound of the wind breaking, full of evil spirits, and it was already a very skillful way to control things.

As if he was extremely familiar with Wei Wencheng's path, the little sword suddenly raked, and the sword body was bent again and like a snake biting its tail, it just turned around and narrowly avoided the silver light that Wei Wencheng emitted, which was unknown.

Before Yin Guang was recalled by Wei Wencheng, Xiaojian turned again and rushed towards the most likely side in the tea room.

Sima Ling is a girl who never likes to practice and does not want to hone her skills. Even if she is with Wei Ye, a professional wild-style cultivator, she listens to unemployed folklorists talking about the principles of magic every day, and often sees some magic experiments that are of great value for learning, but she is still not very interested in magic practice. In terms of magic ability alone, she is indeed the weakest part of this encirclement.

but

"Click"

The sound of the osmanthus candy lotus bitten by the osmanthus ended the sound of the sword breaking through the air. Sima Ling covered her face with a white silk fan very ladylikely, revealing only a pair of eyes, and looked at the two guys surnamed Wei with pride. Accompanied by the crisp sound under her fan, Wei Ye asked angrily: "What does that little flying sword taste like?"

"Crispy, it's like fried chicken with onion and potato chips." Sima Ling turned his head openly at Wei Ye and replied, "It's worthy of being a spiritual Taoist flying sword, which is good."
Chapter completed!