Hui Ling leaned the ancient sword against her waist, opened the small cloth bag, looked at Yin Hang, and said with some confusion: "Is this... for me?"
"A total of 1.34 grams of spiritual stones," Yin Hang explained: "After the four people share it equally, this is your 0.35 grams of spiritual stones."
"My..." Hui Ling's fingers clasped the edge of the bag, seeming hesitant.
But after a moment, Hui Ling realized something, suddenly his eyebrows stood up, and he cursed at Yin Hang: "You are indeed a thief, and you actually colluded with Dao Yuan's class!"
"It's a shame that I disobeyed Sister Zhi Ling's order and ran back to find you." After Hui Ling said that, he angrily threw the bag directly at Yin Hang's chest, then picked up the ancient sword, turned around and ran back to the villa.
He even pulled the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room tightly.
Yin Hang immediately felt a little confused and shook his head. When he returned to the Hou Hall, he found that Ping Youzhi was already waiting for him.
He was still wearing the same clothes, as if he were an elegant scholar in Confucian robes. If he didn't express his expression, he was still very handsome.
It was almost twelve o'clock, so Ping Youzhi greeted Yin Hang to the restaurant.
After arriving at the location, Yin Hang found that the two of them did not go to the canteen, but to a quiet lake, and in the center of the lake, there was a looming pavilion.
When the two of them took the boat and boarded the pavilion, the stone table was already filled with steaming delicacies.
"Would you like to drink?" Qi Youzhi greeted him enthusiastically as he took out the jar to make wine.
As a minor, Yin Hang hurriedly refused. When asked what else to drink, Yin Hang said with great embarrassment that Coke, Sprite, and Fanta were all fine.
Yin Hang thought that Ping Youzhi wanted to sign the offensive and defensive alliance agreement with him through this meal. After all, they had just fought yesterday, but the other party didn't seem to mention it.
In the first twenty minutes, Ping Youzhi spent the whole time toasting Yin Hang to thank Yin Hang for his helping hand during the time of crisis for the Baijizong.
In fact, it is the spiritual brick.
"Brother Yin is not born in heaven, I will never give it to the sect in vain. Eternity will be like a long night!"
To be honest, Yin Hang was annoyed by such cliche praise, and his blood pressure went up when he heard it.
The more the other party brags like this, the more Yin Hang feels that his spiritual skills are in vain.
But later, Ping Youzhi handed Yin Hang a solid-color jade pendant, patted his chest and said, "This is something I will never give to my sect in vain, and it is also my token of Ping Youzhi."
"With this token, I will never give it to the sect in vain. I, the sect master, will do something for him regardless of the cost."
Yin Hang put it away after expressing his gratitude.
Qi Youzhi said that he is in the Xuan level. If he really does it regardless of the cost, it feels quite weighty.
Not to mention anything else, just this table full of food, it seems that the family's wealth is not thin.
And even if I was slapped in the face, I couldn't afford to be a fat man.
But speaking of it, this level of ambition is still at the Xuan level.
And Yin Youguang's strength is probably only in the middle of the yellow rank.
Based on this calculation, Qing Youzhi should be ridiculously strong, right?
But this guy's current flattering appearance... it's really hard to establish any connection with the word strong.
Then Ping Youzhi mysteriously took out a palm-sized red wooden box embroidered with gold threads from his Confucian robe. Yin Hang was immediately frightened and thought he was proposing.
And Ping Youzhi opened it, placed it on the stone table, and said with a flattering smile: "Zixue Sword."
Yin Hang looked carefully and saw a small pocket sword that was less than three centimeters in length and exuded a faint cold air in the wooden box.
He heard Ping Youzhi mention it, but didn't he say that he was only willing to give it to him after he helped him cultivate students with inheritance?
Seeing that Yin Hang was a little confused, Zhe Youzhi put the wooden box against the stone table, slowly pushed it towards him and said, "Zixue Sword, in its original form, is a spiritual weapon that can only be used by earth-level powers - Feng Xue Sword."
"The Fengxue Sword can store spiritual power, condense it into thousands of shapes, and has the power of extreme cold."
"And its biggest feature is that it can be divided into infinite numbers. The Zixue Sword that comes out of it can also be divided into pieces."
"It's just that apart from the Fengxue Sword itself, the Zixue Sword can only store spiritual energy, control its size, and has the power of low temperature. If it is divided again, it will require huge spiritual power to support it."
When Ping Youzhi said this, the light sleeves of his Confucian robe shook toward the lake, and a long sword that was as transparent as ice and snow flew out of his sleeves, exuding a cold air and swept towards the lake.
In just two breaths, a large area of the lake was frozen by solid ice.
But then there was a harsh and angry sound from the shore.
"My fish, the koi I just raised for two days!!!"
"Those who are willing to stand up to a thousand swords, get out of my pavilion!"
Yin Hang was stunned when he heard this. What's going on?
"It's Chi Ling." He Youzhi hurriedly put the Zixue Sword back into his sleeves, coughed twice to resolve the embarrassment, and then continued to explain: "Every Zixue Sword can, in theory, be cultivated into its original form - —Feng Xuejian."
"But according to the teacher who gave me this sword, it's actually not even possible to approach infinity, so it's only half-assed."
"But even so, it is a rare spiritual weapon in front of the Earth Realm."
After Qing Youzhi finished speaking, he took a breath and looked at Yin Hang quietly.
In fact, normally speaking, not to mention the earth level realm, even the Xuan level realm is already a realm that is difficult for most cultivators to pursue, or even impossible to achieve.
And even Ping Youzhi, who was already in the middle of the Xuan Rank, had to pay a huge price if he wanted to get this new Zixue Sword for the first time.
Not only did my spiritual weapon suddenly lose its level, but my original spiritual power was also depleted. I don’t know how long it will take to recover.
But Yin Hang has a legacy.
An opportunity to give them names and identities.
If possible, He Youzhi hopes that they can all have a good destination, instead of being trapped in this small sect... and almost depleting themselves.
"Then how should I use it?" Yin Hang looked at the small pocket sword carefully and asked with some confusion.
"Just try to use spiritual power to blend with it. Its spiritual consciousness is very weak and will not cause any conflict." After Ping Youzhi finished speaking, he remembered that Yin Hang knew very little about spiritual energy recovery and simply airborne Shang Fang's sword.
So he continued to explain: "Spiritual power is formed after receiving inspiration, incorporating spiritual energy into the body, and refining it through the meridians in the body to form one's own spiritual power."
"As for spiritual consciousness... you can think of spiritual weapons as being developed into games."
"For example, ship girls at sea, gun girls in the trenches, etc."
After hearing this, Yin Hang suddenly couldn't hold himself tight.
He has no inspiration, no meridians, and naturally has no spiritual power.
But what made him a little concerned was that Qin Shimao knew that he was particularly disgusted with sex.
But on this basis, he also placed several spiritual weapons for himself on the third floor of the suitcase.
In other words, if it's not that those spiritual weapons are special, then it's that I have some special method to use the spiritual weapons.
(End of chapter)
