The old man finally raised his head, looked her over, and rolled his eyes: "Why don't you stay cool and cool? The sword boy is going to carry rocks and materials. What can you do with your small body?"
Yunli glanced at the three huge stone mills next to the stall, which were supposed to be used to test the strength of applicants. She walked to the largest stone mill, grabbed both sides of the stone mill with both hands, and lifted it easily with a little force. stand up.
The old man's cloudy eyes almost jumped out of his dry eye sockets. This was a twenty-stone stone mill. Being able to lift this stone mill showed that her strength had reached at least the fifth level of strength training!
After a while, he retracted his bulging eyes and forced out a kind smile, "The little girl is really strong. She is a good prospect to be a sword boy. Being a sword boy in our Ye family not only pays well, but also has an independent courtyard for you. Rest, you will have a rich spiritual meal every day, and most importantly, there will be a first-class weapon master who will teach you how to make weapons step by step. How about you, do you want to come to our Ye family to be a sword boy?"
Yunli: ""
With a family-like tone and inflammatory language, are you sure this is not a pyramid scheme?
If he is so good at being a swordsman, how could his stall be so empty?
But don't worry about this. She smiled at the old man sheepishly: "I really want to go, but I have a senior brother. Can he also be a sword boy?"
"Your senior brother?" The old man was stunned, and then his eyes flashed green, "He can also lift a 20-stone stone mill?"
"He is not a physical practitioner, but he has already reached the ninth level of Qi training."
Yunli has a dark face. Lifting stones and grinding is a method of testing the level of physical training during the strength training period. This old man regarded her as a physical training.
The old man didn't care and said, "Of course it's okay. What's your senior brother's name? I'll get you an identity certificate."
So casual? Yunli was a little confused. After all, the Ye family was also the second largest weapon-refining family in Canglan Continent. Is it too casual to hire people?
"name."
Yunli came back to her senses, and without thinking about the messy reasons, she opened her mouth and said: "My name is Yun Xiaoman, and my senior brother's name is Wei Xiaozhuang."
Facing these two careless pseudonyms, the old man didn't even move his eyebrows. He drew two talisman papers and threw them to her, "Take this and report to the Sword Furnace."
After saying that, the old man looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late, it's time to call it a day."
Then he stood up and disappeared at the end of the street, leaving Yunli standing alone in front of the empty stall, messy in the wind.
She looked down at the rough talisman in her hand. Is this proof of identity? !
That's too hasty!
Also, aren’t the stalls closed?
Taking another look, I saw a broken wooden table with cracks, a low stool, and three stone mills. There was really nothing to clean up.
Forget it, her goal was achieved, she put away the talisman, turned around and left the city.
"I got the news!"
Wen Ming opened his mouth in shock. In just one day, he had gained the other party's trust so quickly and penetrated into the enemy's interior? !
She smiled happily: "Isn't it a coincidence? Qin Fei just happens to know the news about Donglu, so he doesn't have to bother to enter Ye's house."
Wen Ming still couldn't believe it. It was too fast. No matter how outspoken Qin Fei was, he would never open his heart and reveal such important news to a person he casually rescued on the roadside.
Yunli smiled slyly: "I used some tricks. Maybe it was because he wasn't wary enough of me that I allowed me to leave my mark on his clothes so easily."
Wei Lin answered: "Senior Brother Wen, there is no need to doubt that she has a magic weapon that can leave a mark on people's bodies. With this mark, you can hear other people's conversations."
This was something they had discussed before, so they couldn't fully explain it, they had to be half-truths, half-truths, and half-truths.
Wen Ming was shocked. Wouldn't it be possible to prevent the True Monarch Nascent Soul from discovering it?
"It's not that powerful."
Yunli interrupted his conjecture and said: "This is not because it is relatively close to the Ye family. Chief Ye has no defense against Qin Fei, and this mark can only last for a quarter of an hour."
Wen Mingxin breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there were restrictions. If there were no restrictions on this method, wouldn't it mean that she could eavesdrop on whomever she wanted.
Wen Ming said: "You must go back immediately and inform the Pavilion Master."
Yunli rolled his eyes and said: "Eighty years is just Qin Fei's statement. If he remembers there is a difference, he still has to compare it with the information from Miss Lan Shu."
Wen Ming hesitated. This matter was to the extent that the pavilion was now juxtaposed with Yunshu Immortal Mansion. This showed that the pavilion attached great importance to it. If it was too late,
Yunli, who had been paying attention to his expression, took the opportunity to suggest: "If you are in a hurry, please send the news back first, and we will stay and wait for Miss Lan Shu to get the news before we go back together. Moreover, I disappeared just after arriving in Nanling City. It cannot be explained. It’s easy to arouse people’s suspicion.”
Wei Lin looked at her strangely, why did he suddenly want to stay in Nanling City?
Wen Ming nodded. This is a good way. It will not delay the delivery of news to the pavilion, but also give Lan Shu and others a heads up. It can also dispel Qin Fei's suspicion. If it is useful in the future, Qin Fei can continue to become source.
As for why he personally sent the message back, it was naturally because he was the only foundation-building monk among the three.
After discussing it, Wen Ming turned around with his sword. When he was gone, Wei Lin raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of trick are you trying to do?"
"Good thing." Yunli smiled, "Do you have your Li Moli Sword with you?"
Wei Lin frowned: "I did, but why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"Just bring it with you." Yunli glanced around and switched to voice transmission: "I've thought about it. Since those swords don't recognize you as their master, why don't we turn the swords that recognize you as their master into magical weapons? Is it over?"
Wei Lin was stunned for a moment, "You mean Mo Li Jian, but Mo Li is a mortal sword."
This was blatant discrimination. Yunli immediately retorted: "What's wrong with Fan Jian? Mo Li's design and casting process are far superior to these so-called magic weapons. It's just a matter of materials. Can't we just change the materials?" ”
The excitement in Wei Lin's heart just started to sparkle, but it was extinguished by her words. He thought it was a good idea, but why is it so whimsical? Is refining a weapon so simple?
"Ordinary materials can't withstand the refinement of weapons in the cultivation world, so how can we talk about changing materials? It's crazy to think of transforming ordinary weapons into magic weapons."
When he first arrived in the pavilion, he had thought about repairing Mo Li, and specifically asked the weapon refiner in the pavilion. If he wanted to recast an earthly weapon into a magic weapon used by monks, it would not only require a large amount of materials, but also a successful one. The chance is extremely small. Even if it succeeds by luck, the grade of the magical weapon will not be very high due to the initial mundane materials.
This is also the reason why he has such high expectations for the Shadow Sword. After all, Mo Li is the sword he has used since he was a child. It is also vaguely spiritual and is quite friendly to him. Under the same conditions, the natal magical weapon is naturally Prioritize Li Qiye.
Yunli disagreed, "Everything has spirit. Since mortals can become monks through practice, why can't Shifan sword be tempered and become a magical weapon?"
This topic made Wei Lin a little irritated, "Mortal cultivation requires spiritual roots and immortality."
"How do you know that Mo Li's sword has no immortality? Mo Li has a vague spirituality. It is not an ordinary sword. It can produce spirituality with ordinary copper and iron. This shows that its immortality is not shallow."
Yunli tugged on his sleeve: "Senior brother, let's give it a try, just in case we succeed."
Wei Lin didn't say anything. He was a little moved and worried about being disappointed again. Even if the Moli Sword was really reforged into a magic weapon, it might no longer recognize him. If he had been using the Moli Sword since he was a child, it wouldn't recognize it either. He, he wouldn't be able to withstand such a blow.
"Just give it a try, I have a hunch that it will be successful!" Yunli raised her head, "I have already thought of the materials, so I will use the feather I picked up in the swamp."
Wei Lin rubbed his brows and said, "If it doesn't succeed, the feather will be wasted, so why bother."
That feather is not a mortal product, and it is perfect for making daggers, daggers, etc. How can it be wasted on slim chances?
"How can it be in vain? If it succeeds, this is your natal magic weapon, and I always feel that there seems to be a little connection between Moli Sword and this feather."
All the way to immortality
