The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

Tongying Peak, in the middle of the lake, is in the middle of a small courtyard, with a stone table and two jugs of warm wine.

Rong Zhi was dozing off while hugging Huai Li, beside him, Hei Zi and Tao Qi listened carefully to Zhou Yan's narration of what happened after he left the [Yuan Jian Qi Shen] cave.

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, he looked at Rong Shan begging for help, "Brother Shan, I heard that you used to marry a wife in the mortal world, so you must be able to do something like this?"

His confusion at this time was completely caused by himself.

On that day, Bu Youyin from Tianxiu Valley re-sealed the [Yuanjian Qishen] cave and saved Zhou Yan.

Xiao Muluo and Patriarch Yan arrived, checked the entrance, and sent a message to Sword Spirit [Suicheng].

Because of Zhou Yan's special constitution, this kind of thing happened before, and everyone was not surprised, but told Zhou Yan not to come again.

Zhou Yan turned his eyes away from the face of the unbelievably good-looking real Bu Youyin, took out the hilt of the sword he brought out earlier, and asked the patriarch, "What's the use of this?"

Patriarch Yan swept it casually, and replied: "There is only a hilt, not a sword."

Although Zhou Yan was prepared, he was still very disappointed when he heard this, and muttered a few words: "It seems that there is only a broken sword stuck in the wall in that hole..."

The patriarch said that he just remembered that he had just started and didn't know the rules of [Yuanjian Qishen] taking swords from the cave.

"Those remnant swords need to be brought out by their masters, and then cast separately to fuse with themselves. Generally speaking, the better the talent of swordsmanship, the higher the original quality of the remnant swords they bring out, and the more complete they are..."

So he has no talent for swordsmanship at all?

Zhou Yan looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand, his eyes were a little sore, and his red palm was also aching when he took the sword. He stuffed the lump like scrap iron back into his bosom, instead of throwing it away on the spot.

Forget it, take it back with that stack of banknotes as a companion, let's put the table legs together...

In this way, it is in line with the words of the Pengqiu girl...

Who the hell is she and her brother?Who was the dead brother she was talking about?What does it have to do with him, Zhou Yan?

"Brother, is there anyone living in this cave?"

As soon as Zhou Yan asked this question, Bu Youyin immediately turned to look at him, and answered for the patriarch, "The so-called [Yuanjian Qishen] is actually a fairy sword tomb, and it is a dead thing, so it is impossible for people to live there."

Is that really him, Zhou Yan, dreaming in broad daylight again?Or met a ghost?

"However, it is said that this sword mound has its spirit body, but since the immortal artifact has completely lost its place of survival, the spirit body must have dissipated." Bu Youyin added.

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment.

"What is a fairy artifact?"

The three Taoist priests who were serious about discussing the possibility of spirit bodies stared at him in disbelief.

Zhou Yan was appalled by them, and scratched his head habitually, "Don't look at me like that...I really don't know..."

After all, the books that the master showed him, as well as the ones he found by himself, were relatively simple and did not reach the level mentioned by the three of them.

"Perhaps, we should suggest Elder Song Han to send Nephew Zhou to [Golden Pavilion] to stay for a while." The patriarch's words made Zhou Yan's scalp tingle.

[Golden Pavilion], it doesn't sound like a good place...

The three of them didn't laugh at Zhou Yan anymore, after Xiao Muluo and Bu Youyin rescued from the siege, they rushed back to the place where Tongming Peak entertained guests, and meditated for a while, while Patriarch Yan proposed an idea to Zhou Yan.

"Junior Brother Zhou, although this hilt cannot be forged according to common sense, but I am not an expert in refining weapons after all. You might as well go to Tongxuan Peak and seek help from the sect master or senior brother Muqi."

The patriarch's words were sincere, but Zhou Yan's mouth turned into hypocrisy, I don't know what he was trying to do.

In fact, this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, in the eyes of cultivators who often live hundreds of years old, treats a baby like a mortal. Who would treat a baby as an opponent?

Because of the gossip revealed by Song Han, Zhou Yan has a deep prejudice against the patriarch Yan, almost surpassing Mu You.

However, it is true that he has not seen Mu Qi for a long time...

Last time I wanted to go see it, but I was ridiculed by Tao Qi, and I let it go, but this time I have a legitimate reason, so it's all right, right?

Zhou Yan's eyeballs rolled quickly, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zu, for your reminder."

Saying farewell to the patriarch, Zhou Yan remembered that he should go back to Tong Xufeng and say a word with his master to be safe.

Every disciple of Xuanji Sect, from the moment of entry, puts a soul lamp on the peak they belong to, and then their master builds a crisis perception spell with them, so as to prevent the apprentice from being assassinated outside without knowing it.

When he was swept up by the sword wind, his life was really hanging by a thread, and the master must have sensed it.

Tongxu peak.

Zhou Yan approached the stone room where Master was meditating, and said respectfully, "Master, the disciple is back."

Across a wall, after a long time, until Zhou Yan's feet were almost numb, Song Han's voice came out.

"It's good to come back... have you been to [Yuan Jian Qi Shen]?"

Zhou Yan thought for a while, and answered, "I've been there! I picked out the most unique one casually! Now I want to ask Tongxuanfeng to help me make the sword..."

Song Han was silent for a while.

"The fate of the sword, don't force it."

The master is still the master, so you can guess what happened to him as soon as you guess it.

Zhou Yan lost half of his spirit.

This is not a question of forcing, there is no chance at all.

"Master, when I come back from the master, I will definitely help you get a good drink!" Zhou Yan forced himself to cheer up, if he gave up first, who else would he expect to believe in him?

In the stone room, Song Han was lying down, glanced at the scattered classics nearby, all of which recorded the Immortal Physique, and sighed deeply.

This child was destined not to be immortal, but by accident, he possessed spiritual roots and entered the gate of immortality. But what should he do in the future?The fairy road is slow, do you want him to send the white-haired people to the white-haired people in the future?

Every year on September [-]th, senior brother Pei Yuan would drink alone to pay homage to his uncle who died young.Every time Song Han and Pei Yuan returned to Jianghua, the other party would search for Pei Ning's tomb, and there was nothing they could do. Hundreds of years were hard to say.

If you don't know the art of divination at all, if you don't know the past and future, that's fine...

Listening to Zhou Yan's words, Song Han's eyes were a little sore, and he asked in a daze, "My dear disciple, do you still remember what you and I said when we met for the first time?"

"Of course I remember!" Zhou Yan laughed so hard that his stomach ached when he thought of the scene at that time, "Master, you looked like a magic stick at that time. You pointed at me, insisting that we have a relationship between master and apprentice, and you want to lead me to the road of cultivating immortals." road, to enjoy the joy of eternal life..."

"Those words count now." Song Han said it to Zhou Yan, and also said it to himself.

Outside the stone chamber, Zhou Yan was dumbfounded, what happened to Master today?Suddenly recalling the past...