The empty Yibaofang City was so quiet that even the sound of the wind had stopped.
Nao Ti's eyes opened even wider, and he raised the "Ao Tie Pu" wooden sign that had been hanging there for who knows how many years. He looked left and right, up and down, and his eyes drifted to Song Pingcun from time to time.
"I'm not sure whether this is really the token of the ancestor of the Wanbao Sect as you said, but there is indeed a token inside that is exactly the same as the one you forged just now." Song Pingcun stared at Ao Ti, his eyes sincere and sure.
Ao Ti raised it again and looked over it again. Just as Song Pingcun said just now, what he saw with his eyes and his mind was that it was just a wooden sign and there was nothing at all.
If it were just an ordinary wooden sign, he could shatter it with just a little force.
But this wooden sign and the entire "Aotie Shop" were built by the ancestor himself. Once destroyed, it would be fine if it was there. If not, where would he find something of this material to restore? How to explain to the sect?
"Brother Song, are you kidding me?" If it had been more than a day ago, he would have beaten Song Pingcun to pieces with one palm, but in this day or so, he himself had seen too many incredible things about Song Pingcun.
"Really, there is a small space inside. If you don't know it, you won't know it even if you look at it with your spiritual mind, because the material is exactly the same as the material of the 'Aotiepu' wooden sign." Song Pingcun explained.
Ao Ti thought about it a little and realized that the sect was already so nervous and why did he still care about so many things.
Gritting his teeth and exerting force with his hands, the wooden sign snapped with a "crack" sound, and a transparent light curtain appeared. Perhaps it was because the pressure compressed in the wooden sign suddenly lost its pressure, expanded, and swelled in front of their eyes. Just as he was about to retreat, the light curtain stopped expanding. It was only the size of a child's head, like a giant egg without an eggshell.
A soft light curtain floated in the air, motionless, and a token that was exactly the same as the one forged just now appeared in front of the two of them.
Naoti adjusted his head to look at Song Pingcun. His red eyes were obviously bulging out at this time, which only appeared when he was extremely excited.
"Senior Ao! Senior Ao!" Song Pingcun saw Ao Ti staring at him in a daze with bulging eyes.
"Brother Song, no. Junior brother, no, uncle, my nephew has met his uncle." Ao Ti couldn't even speak clearly. He bent his legs and knelt down in front of Song Pingcun, leaving Song Pingcun dumbfounded.
"Senior Nao, what are you doing?" Song Pingcun stretched out his hand to help Nao Ti up, but a god at the peak of the Heshen Realm insisted on kneeling down. How could Song Pingcun be able to help him up.
"Uncle Master, you... put your hand on the light screen and try to use your spiritual power." Naoti finally managed to control his emotions, with hope and expectation on his face.
Seeing that Gao Ti couldn't afford it, Song Pingcun had no choice but to place his right hand on the light screen as instructed. Under Gao Ti's expectant eyes, he thought for a moment and did not use the Flame Stasis Art, which was closer to the Wanbao Sect's refining weapon. Instead, he was running the Jishan Heart Sutra he had created. When the spiritual power started from the sea of qi and touched the light curtain along the palm, a muffled sound came from the light curtain, and it dissipated as if it was being melted.
And after this visible to the naked eye dissipates, there is still another layer inside. The thunder bead in the air sea in Song Pingcun's body released uncontrollably the fire attribute spiritual power. There was another muffled sound, and the light curtain was completely shattered. The token inside was directly attached to Song Pingcun's palm as if it had returned.
Song Pingcun was surprised that the token seemed to melt and entered his head uncontrollably from his palm, wandering in the sea of consciousness.
It was clear that his spiritual seed had been implanted into the Fire Sword, but Song Pingcun felt something move in the sea of consciousness. The token seemed to be frightened, and quickly entered the Zi Mansion from the sea of consciousness, and then calmed down.
Then he completely ignored what was going on outside of Song Pingcun. A massive amount of information poured in from the token. For a moment, Song Pingcun felt that his brain was extremely swollen and he had a splitting headache. He quickly sat down cross-legged, took out two soul-nourishing pills and stuffed them into his mouth. , Jishan Heart Sutra started to run rapidly.
"Tools, take all things for your own use. Of all things in the world, there is nothing that cannot be refined and nothing that cannot be used. A piece of sand, a piece of water, a piece of wood, and a piece of flower are all materials. Don't ask about their shape, just ask what they are used for. Take the yin from the yang, If you take the yin and the yang, it will be beneficial..."
Song Pingcun didn't need to analyze it at all. All the information was just like introducing the knowledge of weapon refining, from easy to difficult, from simple to complex, dead objects, living bodies, intangible... all kinds of weapon refining knowledge that Song Pingcun had never heard of came in like a wave. .
If he hadn't opened up Zi Mansion, he would have probably passed out by now, and there wouldn't be any free space for him to adjust his condition. It is precisely because of this that he can clearly know that what he is receiving is the "All Things Weapon" that everyone in the Blue Star weapon refining world envies and hopes to possess.
This is a comprehensive and detailed secret book that introduces the knowledge and practical operation of weapon refining. It has never appeared in the world. It is only a rumor. It was also a piece of information he had only guessed when he read a lot of books in Po Yuan Zong.
"The Weapons of All Things" is different from all cultivation methods and techniques. This secret book cannot be heard by mouth or by ears. It needs to be taught through the superposition of souls.
It is said that all the weapon-refining sects or weapon-refining families in Blue Star only know part of the "Weapons of All Things", and even the Wanbao Sect only knows the weapon-refining method extended from it. Due to the lack of materials and conditions, many methods of forging and refining spiritual weapons and magic weapons have gradually been submerged in the torrent of history, or cannot be used in practice at all, because many of the materials have not even been heard.
It was once rumored that "All Things Hold Weapons" is a magical book for refining weapons from the divine world, so cultivators in the mortal world cannot hear or speak it. Even if they hold it in their hands or see it in their eyes, they cannot understand it or comprehend it.
As Song Pingcun sat there, he didn't know the time or what was happening outside. If his spiritual seed had not been implanted with the Fire Sword, he would still be able to perceive it, but now he can no longer perceive it except passively receiving it. The torrent of information in Zifu constantly refreshed his brain, requiring him to stay awake at all times and receive it with concentration.
Song Pingcun didn't know how much time passed until the token withdrew from the Zifu, returned to his hand and took shape again. With an instinctive click of his thumb, a piece of simple silk flew out of the square hole of the token, as if it was fluttering in the wind. A big flag flew into the air.
Only then did Song Pingcun realize that the message had been received, and just as he was about to open his eyes, he heard a voice like a sea wave: "See Master (Uncle) Zu".
His mind was still a little dizzy, but this loud cry like a sea wave made him wake up instantly.
In front of him, more than a hundred people were kneeling on the ground. Except for a figure whose back he could recognize in the front, he didn't recognize anyone else at all.
"Ao..." As soon as Song Pingcun said the word "Ao", Ao Ti had already raised his head and said, "Congratulations to my uncle, my nephew Ao Ti and the sect master Ao Fengtian and the sect's descendants respectfully invite my uncle to return to the sect."
"Respectfully invite the master (uncle) ancestor to return to the sect!" There was another huge wave of shouts.
Aoti took advantage of the opportunity for everyone to lean over again and said loudly: "Congratulations, uncle, for being recognized by the master."
Song Pingcun had no choice but to stand up. At this moment, a hand in colorful clothes on his left and right stretched out through his arms and gently led him to stand up. Only then did Song Pingcun realize that they were red and green.
Looking up, above the crowd, the four words "All things can be created" on a piece of silk stretched out like a big flag seemed to have spirituality, shining brightly and covering more than a hundred people below. From the side, Liu Yiyi, Wen Hui, Wen Keshu and Dan Xi were all standing aside, their eyes full of surprise.
It's just that Liu Yiyi and Wen Hui's faces were covered with a veil. If it weren't for their aura and figure, he wouldn't know who these two people were. Because the two of them were all wearing colorful clothes like the red and green clothes behind them, and it looked like they were not ordinary fabrics or brocades. It was just that Wenkeshu and Danxi were one step behind and stood behind the two girls, and they were still wearing their own clothes. robe.
"Sir, congratulations on becoming the ancestor of Wanbao Sect." Liu Yiyi's message appeared in Song Pingcun's mind at the right time.
Song Pingcun could only say to Ao Ti, who was still looking at him: "Ao... then let's go!"
At this time, he really didn't know how to call Ao Ti. The other party had already called himself his nephew. If he calls him Senior Nao again, it would obviously be inappropriate now, so he might just be rude and skip the title.
Aoti was overjoyed when he heard this. He stood up and shouted: "Welcome Uncle Master back to the sect."
Before Song Pingcun could take a step forward, he saw the people who were kneeling in front of him stood up and stood on both sides. Ao Ti waved his hand and a huge boat flew out of the wine gourd, stopping on the huge piece of silk in mid-air. Down.
The whole body of the giant boat is made of crystal diamonds, with shining silver light. The boat body is inlaid with endless gems, which are colorful. The light of various gemstones is reflected by the crystal diamonds. Suddenly, this large area seems to have an extra sun, and the light Radiate.
The total length of the boat is more than a hundred feet, and its width is thirty feet. Only the bow part has filled the space from the "iron shop" to the main street in front. A ten-foot-wide hanging ladder slowly extended down from the flying boat and did not stop until in front of Song Pingcun.
"Uncle, please." At this moment, Ao Ti didn't have any of the irregularities in Song Pingcun's impression. Even his clothes were neat and tidy. Although he was wearing a plain green robe, he showed his popularity. attitude and respect.
With a thought, Song Pingcun shrank the huge silk fabric back into the token in his hand, took the token back into his arms, and then stepped up the stairs.
Stepping onto the boat along the hanging ladder, Song Pingcun felt what it means to be magnificent and extremely luxurious.
The surface of the boat was covered with a carpet woven with gold threads. One-third of the entire surface of the boat was open space, enough for hundreds of people to stand without being crowded.
The next two-thirds are the cabin, which is hollowed out from a single piece of blue and white jade. Such a huge sapphire stone is rarely seen in the world, but it is used to make cabins. This is to tell everyone nakedly that Wanbaozong is rich.
No wonder the front of the identity token is in the shape of a coin.
This is really fucking rich.
