"I'll go find you two more magic weapons. When you practice, you can feel at ease if you have a few more magic weapons by your side." The fourth elder was like a worried old father, thinking about everything for Lan Qianqian.
Lan Qianxi looked at the worried fourth elder and wanted to refuse, but the fourth elder did not give her a chance to refuse.
The fourth elder said before Lan Qianqian politely declined, "The third elder has no time recently, um... By the way, the magic weapon refined by the fifth elder is not inferior to that of the third elder. I will ask the fifth elder to see if he can refine it for you.
Make a magic weapon."
When Lan Qianqian heard the words "Fifth Elder", she swallowed the rejection on her lips.
Can the Fifth Elder also refine magic weapons?
Can she possess a magic weapon refined by the Fifth Elder himself?
"Is the fifth elder actually still a weapon refiner?" Lan Qianqian's tone was full of curiosity and admiration.
The fourth elder nodded, "Of course, it's just that he never seems to refine magic weapons for others, and I can't guarantee that he will definitely refine magic weapons for you."
Then I should be the first person to get a magic weapon refined by the fifth elder, right?
Lan Qianqian couldn't help but secretly rejoice, her pale little face turned happy, and her eyes could not hide the joy.
"Disciple, thank you Master." Lan Qianqian stood up and raised her hand in salute, then looked at the fourth elder expectantly, "Disciple, can I go to Bright Moon Peak with Master?"
How could she miss being able to get up close and personal with Rong Yueyuan.
Seeing the expectant look on Lan Qianqian's face, the fourth elder felt that this disciple really admired Ru Rong Yueyuan, unaware of him, "Let's go."
Lan Qianxi had a sweet smile on her face, and her pleasant words made the fourth elder smile more.
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When the Fourth Elder took Lan Qianqian to Bright Moon Peak, Rong Yueyuan was the only one in the small pavilion.
Yuan Xu had already gone to the house to pack his things and prepare to continue sleeping lightly.
Rong Yueyuan sat in front of the low table, holding a tea cup in one hand and picking out ores of different sizes on the table with the other.
Lan Qianxi walked to the steps of the pavilion and raised her hands in a polite manner, "Disciple pays homage to the Fifth Elder."
Rong Yueyuan waved his hand to signal Lan Qianxi to excuse herself.
The fourth elder walked into the pavilion. He pulled up a stool and sat down. The short bamboo stool made him feel a little constrained.
"Why did you change that table to this one?" the fourth elder couldn't help but ask.
Doesn't he, a tall and tall man, feel constrained and uncomfortable?
"Spacious." Rong Yueyuan raised his head and looked at the fourth elder, his voice still gentle and calm, "Is something wrong?"
The table is quite spacious, but a little short.
The fourth elder spoke, "The third elder has been very inspired and busy refining weapons recently, so he has no time to talk to me."
Rong Yueyuan nodded slightly and asked warmly, "So?"
"Sissi is young, and it may be dangerous to go down the mountain to practice. I would like to trouble you to refine two defensive magic weapons for her." The fourth elder said gently, "I will provide the materials."
Rong Yueyuan put down the teacup and spoke gently, "The fourth elder asked me for help. Logically speaking, I shouldn't refuse, but..."
Lan Qianqian's heart tightened, her hands hanging by her sides unconsciously grasped her skirt, and her whole body became nervous.
"I'm about to make a breakthrough, and I really can't find the time to refine the weapon." Rong Yueyuan fiddled with the ore at hand, "There are many weapon refiners in the Changqiu Sect, so the fourth elder should find someone else."
After receiving this reason for rejection, Lan Xixi breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that the fifth elder was not unwilling to refine magic weapons for him, but he had no time to break through, but he still couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Lan Qianqian glanced at the glorious Rong Yueyuan, feeling happy and sad at the same time.
While she was happy that Rong Yueyuan was about to make a breakthrough, she was also sad that she couldn't get the magic weapon.
The fourth elder was stunned, and his tone was so surprised that he said, "Are you going to break through again?!"
Is Rong Yueyuan now in a state of perfect union?
After he breaks through, he will go through the tribulation!
How old is he!
He has only been stagnant for about a hundred years in the Great Perfection of Fusion, right? Now he is about to break through again??
The fourth elder felt like he had turned into a lemon essence instantly.
People are more annoying than others!
"Well." Rong Yueyuan picked up the teapot and poured himself a glass of water, "Is there anything else?"
The fourth elder shook his head, and before leaving, he said, "Be more prepared and be careful in everything."
The thunder tribulations that advance to the tribulation stage are extremely dangerous, and there are many monks who have died from the thunder tribulations.
He definitely can't trouble Rong Yueyuan to help refine the magic weapon, that's all, he should settle for the next best thing.
Rong Yueyuan nodded.
The fourth elder did not stay long and took Lan Qianqian away from Bright Moon Peak, then went to harass the third elder.
Rong Yueyuan picked up the tea cup and after drinking half a cup of tea, he finally selected the ore that satisfied him.
It was already evening when Song Yizhi came back.
"Fifth Elder." Song Yizhi squatted across the table, held the motionless Yuyu over with both hands, and asked nervously, "Did something happen to Yuyu?"
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, who looked nervous and anxious, and was about to say something to comfort her when he noticed the cunning in the little girl's eyes.
Rong Yueyuan was helpless, but cooperated with Song Yizhi, pretending to be serious and said, "It looks like he is going to die soon."
"How about stew?" Song Yizhi shook the cat's head, and the limp kitten lay in her hand.
"This is not possible." Rong Yueyuan said, reaching out to hug Yuyu.
Song Yizhi retracted his hand, dodged away, hugged Yuyu, and said confidently, "The fifth elder wants Yuyu, please get something to redeem him!"
Now, Rong Yueyuan knew where Song Yizhi was singing. Looking at the lively, cunning and mischievous little girl, he burst into laughter.
Yuan Xu leaned against the door and looked at the two people in the pavilion with a somewhat speechless expression.
"Hurry up, hurry up, or I'm going to torture the cat!" As he said that, Song Yizhi put Yuyu on the table and ruffled the hair on Yuyu's body in two or three strokes.
Rong Yueyuan took out a wooden box and handed it over, teasingly saying, "See if you are satisfied with it? If so, let the cat go free."
Song Yizhi petted the cat with one hand and took the box with the other. She placed the box on the table and opened the lid.
How many bean-sized red seeds are in the box?
Song Yizhi raised his head, looked at Rong Yueyuan and asked, "What is this?"
After finishing his words, Song Yizhi couldn't help but reach out and fiddle with the seeds in the box.
The bean-sized seeds contain quite a lot of spiritual power. They should be the seeds of some kind of precious spiritual plant?
Rong Yueyuan said warmly, "The seeds of the eighth-grade Purple Jade Blood Bamboo."
"Clang-"
Song Yizhi's legs gave way and he fell to the ground. He even accidentally knocked over the box.
The seeds in the box are scattered on the table.
Looking at the dumbfounded little girl sitting on the ground, Rong Yueyuan smiled helplessly.
It seemed that the Purple Jade Blood Bamboo was a bit rarer, which frightened Song Yizhi.
He put back the seeds scattered on the table and waited for Song Yizhi to come to his senses.
The pain in her butt made Song Yizhi quickly come to her senses. She pulled the table and climbed up, reaching out to pick up the seeds on the table.
Fortunately, Rong Yueyuan had already put the seeds of Purple Jade Blood Bamboo back into the box and closed the lid.
Seeing this, Song Yizhi sat down directly on the ground. She raised her hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on her forehead.
Then, she reached out and pushed the wooden box in front of Rong Yueyuan, her voice still trembling, "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it! You can change it again!"
Eighth grade purple jade blood bamboo!
Putting aside where Rong Yueyuan got the seeds, wouldn't putting such a rare seed on his body make him die faster?!