"Is it easy to get spiritual weapons? How come I heard that countless people are hoping to own them, but I haven't heard of a few people who can actually own them?" Qin Yifan asked casually. These people kept saying that they wanted to own spiritual weapons.
Can spiritual weapons be obtained so easily?
"How is that possible?" Lin Qiulu shook her head and said: "Spiritual weapons can be obtained casually. However, finding the right weapon spirit is only the first step. If you can't even do this, what's the point?
What kind of magical weapon is there but not effective?"
Qin Yifan nodded to express his understanding. He turned around and glanced at Lin Qiulu. Somehow, he suddenly realized that when Lin Qiulu said this, he didn't look like a Taoist at all. Since all Taoists are keen on spiritual weapons, why is Lin Qiulu now?
What he said was as if he didn't care about those so-called spiritual weapons at all.
"Not everyone is so greedy and cares about whether they have spiritual weapons." Lin Qiulu and Qin Yifan's tacit understanding is not ordinary. You can tell what he is thinking just by looking at his eyes: "As you can see, sometimes there is an end in life."
You have to have it. Never force it in your life. Things like spiritual weapons can be encountered but cannot be asked for. They cannot be obtained just by wanting them."
"Since you are so open-minded, why are there still people who are so enthusiastic about it?" Aren't people who practice Taoism supposed to be pure-minded? How can there be people who covet these extraneous things? Even Qin Yifan can't figure it out.
"There are still some people." Lin Qiulu spoke in a lower voice, not knowing why: "Maybe I am not qualified to comment on these people at all, whether it is seniority or cultivation, I am not in a position to comment.
But there are not a few such people.”
After ending this unpleasant topic, everyone began to work on their own. Although what Lin Qiulu said was only a possibility, they had to be on guard. However, how could a person who even Lin Qiulu had no way to guard against? Qin Yifan was the most at the moment.
She is half a cultivator, and Qin Xiaoling, if her true identity is discovered, might also be a good weapon spirit.
Everyone's mood is a little heavy, but after all, this is not the outside, and the name of the fierce place is not for nothing. Who knows how powerful the brother in the lake will be after he survives the small catastrophe? Qin Yifan has not experienced it yet.
He is so powerful that I believe he could have made a ferocious monster like Old Tao Yuan Qing hate him a long time ago. Even a person twice as powerful as Old Tao Yuan Qing may not be able to get a good deal, let alone Qin Yifan by his side.
The following days were still calm. Qin Yifan was trying hard to adapt to the coordination of his internal organs and meridians. Lin Qiulu was frantically adapting to the evil spirit and began to refine the Qiankun Sword Box. Qin Xiaoling was exploring the new functions of her new body by the lake. Everyone was
While they are busy with their own cultivation, no one will affect others. Only during dinner time, everyone will gather together. Although Qin Xiaoling does not eat fireworks in the world, she will pretend to enjoy dinner with Qin Yifan.
"Shopkeeper, are you back?" The three people who were having dinner heard this familiar voice. Immediately, the familiar figure of Zhang Chong entered the inn from the outside, with a look of surprise on his face.
The peaceful life of almost two months was finally broken by the arrival of Zhang Chong today.
The fierce aura disappeared without a trace after Qin Yifan and the others left, making Zhang Chong very suspicious that the fierce aura came from Qin Yifan himself. Even if it was not the case, it was inseparable from Qin Yifan. Although the fierce aura had already
After disappearing, Li Song thought that this place had no value and would not appear again, but Zhang Chong still insisted on coming over to take a look after a while.
On the way, he felt the familiar fierce aura again, so Zhang Chong, who originally wanted to use some magical powers to get here, had to carefully walk dozens of miles to get here. When he came back, he saw the figure of Qin Yifan, and that point in his heart
The doubts were further confirmed that this must be related to Qin Yifan.
I came here for those evil spirits. The ones Zhang Chong refined before were very effective. Several rare elixirs among the masters were also refined by him. Not only did he have a small reputation and status in the sect.
With the improvement, his own cultivation level also increased. The same was true for Li Song, but after the evil spirit disappeared here, he began to travel around, looking for similar places.
There are advantages to being older. Although Li Song is not young, he is still a little behind Zhang Chong. Zhang Chong even visited Zhou Qing once and was a little confused when he learned about the situation at that time.
Could it be that the shopkeeper and others left because of Yuan Qing? I asked the mountain people here and they said that the boss left on his own, which inevitably caused a lot of doubts. But now that I saw Qin Yifan, I no longer have to make such boring guesses.
The surprise contained in his words was not hypocritical at all. He was really happy to see Qin Yifan. Lin Qiulu and Zhang Chong had seen her and said hello. However, Qin Xiaoling and Zhang Chong had never seen her before, dressed in red.
Yi, with a delicate face and seemingly young age, is full of powerful Buddha power, making it impossible for people to connect her with the former black-clothed corpse.
Qin Yifan didn't say anything, and simply introduced that this was his sister. Zhang Chong was also a familiar customer, so he didn't need to bother to greet him. He settled down in the room where he lived last time, exchanged greetings for a while, and gave Qin Yifan some healing medicine.
I resumed my life at that time.
However, Huang Banxian and Zhou Qing never showed up. They were still acquaintances at first, but now only Zhang Chong is left. His daily life is like Lin Qiulu, traveling several miles away every day, practicing kung fu and absorbing and refining Yin evil spirits.
gas.
The sound of horse hooves coming from the official road once again broke the peace here. Listening to the sound of horse hooves, you can tell that it is not an ordinary horse. There is no way those brothers in the post station have such good horses.
Soon, a gorgeous knight appeared in everyone's sight. The horse sitting on it was a real horse, with black hair all over, except for a tuft of white hair on each of its four hooves. It was a rare black horse riding on the snow. Compared with ordinary horses, this horse
The black-collared horse is two feet taller than the other, and is extremely majestic. The black-collared horse's bridle, saddle, and stirrups are all made of jewels. Even the light from the occasionally turned-up hoofs is enough to make people dazzle.
That horseshoe is actually made of gold.
The knight on the horse is even more extraordinary. With a strong but not stout body, skilled riding skills, and a face that can fascinate thousands of women in the world, at first glance, it makes people feel like
I thought it was Pan An who was alive and Song Yu was reborn.
"Innkeeper! Take care of my young master and my mount!" A skillful and graceful side-leg dismounting movement at the door of the inn made all the mountain people mesmerized.
The inn was originally built based on the best inn in the county. It naturally had stables. At that moment, some mountain people wanted to pull the reins, but they were frightened back a few steps by the high kick of the black horse. The young man smiled.
He said: "No need to pull, you lead the way, he will naturally know what to do."
Watching the mountain people leading their horses to the stables, the young master walked into the inn and said: "Call your boss over, young master, I have orders!"
However, Qin Yifan was still in the Fist-Seal Lake. Seeing the noble master’s arrogance, the mountain people did not dare to hide it and told the truth. Of course, they only knew that Qin Yifan loved fishing in the Fist-Seal Lake, and they knew nothing about the rest.
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"Oh? Your boss is actually so elegant?" Your master's eyes lit up, he asked for directions, settled himself, and followed the mountain road that Qin Yifan often walked all the way to the top of the mountain.
Seeing Quanyin Lake, your young master's eyes were filled with brilliance. He didn't know what he was thinking. From a distance, he also saw Qin Yifan fishing by the lake. He smiled and looked at it for a while, then walked away.
"The shopkeeper is so cheerful!" When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, your master began to say hello, but his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing Qin Yifan's fishing.
Qin Yifan didn't turn his head, but stared at the lake. He just stretched out his hand and shook it gently as a greeting. The action seemed very impolite, but the noble master didn't mind at all. He saw there were people not far away.
Lin Qiulu didn't use the fishing rod she had left temporarily. After politely requesting Qin Yifan, she also picked it up and sat side by side with Qin Yifan on the shore and started fishing.
Intentionally or unintentionally, your young master made a few gestures, but Qin Yifan didn't seem to notice them. He just looked at him intently, and then turned his eyes back to the lake. Your young master didn't mind and accompanied Qin Yifan.
I started fishing with great interest, and my eyes were like cold lightning, scanning the lake from time to time.
There seemed to be an inexplicable wind in the sky. Qin Yifan couldn't help but frowned and looked up into the sky. The young nobleman still had a smile on his face, but his eyes also moved from the lake to the sky, looking at the wind in the sky.
direction.
A stream of light in the sky slowly turned from a small bright spot into a clear figure, and soon appeared not far from the two of them. It was also a young man with the same appearance and temperament as the noble man here.
, the wind god is like jade, stepping on a white sword, floating like a fairy.
As if he was playing a trick, the man stepped on the sword and flew across the Fistprint Lake in a very circular arc in the air. The sword almost rubbed the lake surface tightly, as if if it dropped just a little further, the young man would be standing with both feet in the water.
Generally speaking, the movements are indescribably chic.
However, when passing through the center of the lake, a red light seemed to suddenly appear in the lake that no one could notice. It was just a flash of light, and it was almost impossible to detect it at this noon time. But at this moment
, the noble prince on the shore seemed to despise the showoff of the man in the lake, and was looking away, but the young man wielding the sword did not pay attention to his steps.
With a splash and a scream, the handsome young man in the sky seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He dived into the water with an extremely chic gesture.