I don’t know if it’s false,
How do you know the truth?
The six ears do not work together,
Things have weight,
Bitter for this?
The heart is good and avoids evil.
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Song Pingcun was grateful to Gao Ti for refining the elemental stone sword blank for him, but in the end he couldn't bear to look at the "poor" old man. Agreeing to Ao Ti Li Dai Tao Jiang's request, he pretended to be the successor of Wanbao Sect.
The overjoyed Aoti excitedly began to refine the identity token of the ancestor based on the details of the sect's records on the spot. His excitement was like that of a child suddenly gaining recognition. He didn't even care that he had just spent a day forging the Yuanshi sword blank for Song Pingcun.
Song Pingcun observed carefully. At this time, Naoti was completely devoted to this fake forging business. He didn't want to forge the sword blank at all, but he kept explaining to Song Pingcun.
Seeing that he couldn't help, he was a layman at this time, whether it was the forging techniques or the smelting of materials.
So he walked to the side, and the sword blank that had been following him kept changing its direction, as if giving an early warning but also like a marionette. At this time, Song Pingcun calmed down and then reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. The feeling of mind-to-mind connection suddenly became extremely clear. The spiritual seeds of the original sea of consciousness have become the spiritual seeds of this sword. There are infinite possibilities for future growth.
The blood essence and spiritual seed originally came from Song Pingcun. It can be said that no one can take this sword away. It also has some simple independent abilities. It is immeasurable to what extent it will reach as Song Pingcun nourishes it.
Because the sword body has been filled with ten thousand years of deep sea cold iron, it is no longer the milky white light of the original Yuan Stone, but a little golden light in the cyan cold light. It is the relationship between the golden cicada silk, the hilt is round, and the sword grid and guard are The sword body is completely one piece. The only difference is that the sword has a slightly blood-red blood groove, and a thunder mark is superimposed on the flame mark near the sword grid.
There is no need to add anything else to the entire sword. With a slight swing, the sound of breaking through the air is clear and clear without any noise. With a tremble of his hand, the sword body can actually twist and change any angle. Spiritual energy is sent into the sword body, and the sword body skyrockets from three feet and three inches to more than one foot. In a battle, it is definitely a weapon that can catch an opponent by surprise.
As for the level, Song Pingcun couldn't judge and could only wait for the opportunity to ask Ao Ti. However, the sword still transformed and had to be given a name. After thinking for a long time, I finally respected Zong Hua as my master and named the sword "Storing Fire Sword". Although it does not match the sword body itself, it is a way of repaying Zong Hua, a master he has never met.
In addition to being excited, they saw that Ao Ti was still forging the counterfeit token. Returning to the carriage, they all entered the two-story building to rest for a while, especially the talkative Dan Xi who was just an ordinary person after all and needed to eat and sleep. . This extra day was fine for other people, but for him, even if his physique was quietly changed by Song Pingcun, it was impossible to maintain a good mental state.
Fortunately, Hong Cui, Lu Yi, and Wen Keshu made their identities very clear. They didn't know who had sent the blow that was enough to make the three of them tremble, but no matter who it was, it was not them. The three of them could guess, but Liu Yiyi and Wen Hui returned a little distraught and did not dare to ask.
Liu Yiyi was still a little cautious. Song Pingcun took the opportunity to take out the fire-sustaining sword and asked Liu Yiyi to add a scabbard and a lanyard. The fire-sustaining sword was not as big or small as the wood spirit itself. The smallest size was three feet and three inches. , even if it is shorter than other swords, it cannot be held in the hand all the time.
Liu Yiyi felt really relaxed now that she had something to do, which meant that Song Pingcun didn't mind his previous rashness.
Wen Hui still found it difficult to accept what happened that day. She had already warmed up to Song Pingcun, but suddenly she felt that there seemed to be too many gaps between herself and Song Pingcun, but no one could tell her. At this time, when I saw Song Pingcun, I didn’t know how to get along with him.
Song Pingcun walked over, Wen Hui's eyes were a little dodgeful, but in the end, a pair of big hands pressed her shoulders, and then she threw herself into the other person's arms. The better this man is, the more worthy he is of his efforts! It was just a hug, everything else was forgotten, and things that should have been figured out in the first place were finally understood at this time.
Song Pingcun took the jade flute from her waist and said, "Sister Wen, I want to hear you play a piece of music."
Wen Hui sat upright, with a picturesque smile on her lips. He took the sapphire flute from Song Pingcun's hand and placed it across his lips, stroking the flute body with his well-proportioned fingers. This scene alone was comparable to a beautiful painting.
As the fresh and melodious flute sound slowly flowed, Song Pingcun did not whistle in harmony, and his thoughts were drawn back to his acquaintance with Wen Hui and all the various things along the way. The first time the whistle materialized and stood on her shoulder, and then the music that surrounded the girl's body... It was not because she was "frivolous" that she made Wen Hui resolutely come to visit him frequently during his retreat, and finally accompanied him on his journey south. .
In Wen Hui's flute, every note carries her longing, hesitation, and deep-rooted love. At this moment, the person being entangled is Song Pingcun.
The sound of the clear jade flute is melodious and melodious, like a mountain stream. Fingers dance lightly on the flute hole, like butterflies dancing among flowers. Breathe evenly and forcefully, injecting the source of life into the flute sound. Between the notes, it is full of agility and tenderness, vividly depicting the girl's thoughts.
As the music gradually reaches its climax, Wen Hui's emotions become more intense. Tears shone in her eyes, and the music did not penetrate the spiritual energy, but it was soft and lingering, like the spring breeze blowing over the lake, soft and beautiful. It seemed as if every note carried her warmth, approaching the man next to her. In the sound of the jade flute, she transformed all the pain of lovesickness into a moving melody, revealing her sincere emotions.
On the other side, Hong Cui and the two girls in green had tears in their eyes, but they didn't dare to make a sound to disturb them. They clenched their silver teeth, making talkative Shan Xi obsessed with him, but they secretly thought about their sins. What was the maid next to Brother Song thinking?
Just as everyone was immersed in the beautiful and tender flute sound, a loud shout came from behind the small building: "It's done."
The sound of the flute was interrupted, Song Pingcun smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying apologetically to Wen Hui: "I'll go take a look."
After going out and turning left, Song Pingcun walked to the wooden sign with "Ao Tiepou" hanging on it. He wanted to make a joke, but he saw Ao Ti's eyes were blood red and he was dancing with a shiny golden sign in his hand, so he had no choice but to give up.
Just as he was about to step inside, Hua Ling's clear voice came in his mind: "Sir, there is a similar sign in the wooden sign above your head."
"Ah!" Song Pingcun exclaimed softly.
"Come, come, come. After today, you will be the disciple of my ancestor, Yaoti." Yaoti's excitement is definitely not adulterated. It is not difficult to forge the identity token, but it is not easy to have a sense of time to settle. At least it can't be easily recognized by people. This is not just technology, but also a lot of feelings.
Song Pingcun could only step in first and take the token from Ao Ti's hand. He felt a fiery power coming from the token, as if it was going to burn his soul. He was startled and his hand loosened, but Ao Ti reached out to catch the token.
"Senior, this..." Song Pingcun looked at Ao Ti with some surprise and uncertainty.
"Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon." Ao Ti saw Song Pingcun's surprise and quickly comforted him, "This is an imitation of the brand power left by the ancestor. There must be something surprising. Although I have never seen the old Ancestor, but even the current masters and elders of Wanbao Sect can’t detect the aura imitated by this token.”
Song Pingcun hesitantly checked the token again. The token was oval in shape and made of complex materials. Although it was shiny, it was not made of a single material such as iron, jade, or gold. It was different from the sect waist tokens or tokens Song Pingcun had seen. This might be It is also the special relationship between Wanbao Sect as a weapon refining sect.
The front of the token is a coin pattern, with a circle on the outside and a square on the inside. The word "Wanbao" is particularly prominent on the coin. On the back is the word "Ao", but the four points below are replaced by four objects, namely a sword, a boat, a ring and a yin and yang pattern. The quality is simple, thick, and has a sense of age at first glance.
There were some complex runes engraved on the blank area. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the token was too magical. It was just a counterfeit forged by an old man in two hours.
"This token has a flaw. It lacks the sense of age. It needs to be continuously nourished with spiritual stones to increase its thickness and sense of age. It will accumulate a hundred times longer than usual. To put it bluntly, it is to do Old." Aoti said to himself, still a little dissatisfied. If he was given enough time, he could achieve that feeling directly.
Song Pingcun was secretly shocked. Wanbao Sect was indeed the number one weapon refining sect in Blue Star. He had never even thought about what Ao Ti said before. “How does this need to be nourished?”
"It's simple, just put it together with the spirit stone. It will automatically receive the spirit energy without you having to operate it yourself." Song Pingcun was worried. It must be said that the considerations that Ao Ti took when forging it were really comprehensive.
After saying that, Ao Ti took out a spirit stone from the wine gourd with a wave of his hand, and placed the spirit stone on the token in Song Pingcun's hand. A suction force that even Song Pingcun could detect decomposed the spirit stone, although it was unable to do so. He could clearly see the dissipation situation, but Song Pingcun estimated that it would take at most three days for this top-quality spiritual stone as big as an egg to disappear.
If this were exposed to the outside world, I don’t know how many people would go crazy. Only wealthy people like Wanbaozong don't think this is a big deal. Of course, Song Pingcun, who dug a Xiaoling mineral vein, is an exception.
Aoti clapped his hands and said: "After a thousand years, even if the ancestor comes back to life, he may not be able to tell that this token is fake."
Song Pingcun really opened his eyes. It is not uncommon for cultural relics to be faked in the common world. Even if it is a fake, it will still have value after a few generations. This is the first time in the world of cultivation that he has heard of old-fashioned things, and this old-fashioned appearance still gives a living person an identity.
Looking at Nao Ti's confident look, if he hadn't known that this was what Nao Ti had just refined, as far as his own knowledge is concerned, there is a high probability that even everyone in the world would have thought that this was the original Wanbao. The identity token of the ancestor.
