The surface of this box is wrapped with several criss-crossing black lines, like tangled roots of an old tree.
Sikong Yueling looked at the box and asked:
"The magic weapon you mentioned is inside?"
When Mr. Luo heard the immortal master's question, he bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Yes."
The girl nodded lightly. After staring at the lines on the box for a long time, her eyes flickered slightly. She raised her head and said to Mr. Luo:
"The pattern on this box should be the sealing formation arranged by your Luo family. Do you know how to open it?"
Old Man Luo nodded and said, "This is natural. Master Immortal, please wait a moment."
After saying that, the old man took a deep breath and bit his little finger.
He endured the pain and dripped blood on the center of the box where the lines gathered.
As a flash of white light disappeared, the box clicked and the lid slowly opened.
After taking a look inside, Mr. Luo lowered his head and handed the box to Sikong Yueling respectfully, and then said: "Please take a look at it, Master Immortal."
The girl nodded slightly, took the box with both hands, glanced inside, then closed her eyes and began to use her spiritual sense to observe.
Jiang Fan stretched out his neck curiously and looked over.
The box was lined with a soft white silk cloth, and a palm-sized round metal plate was quietly placed on the silk cloth.
The metal plate was made of unknown materials, and it exuded a green-gray luster. The patterns on it were layer after layer, overlapping, dense, and extremely complex.
Uncle Luo looked at the girl with her eyes closed, looking nervous.
He was now very frightened, fearing that the girl-looking immortal master in front of him would take away his ancestral magic weapon if he disagreed with him.
Luo Wenwen stood aside. As a young man, he seemed to feel his grandfather's nervousness and subconsciously hugged the old man's right leg tightly.
After about half a stick of incense, Sikong Yueling finally opened her eyes. She took a deep breath and closed the lid of the box.
With her cultivation level, she could feel that there was indeed a consciousness sleeping in this magic weapon.
The girl reluctantly returned the box to the old man with a nervous expression in front of her.
Uncle Luo took the family heirloom magic weapon back and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just a moment ago, he thought that this thing would never return to his hands.
However, before he could completely relax, Sikong Yueling spoke:
"Executive officer Luo, how about making a deal?"
The old man's body suddenly stiffened for a moment.
Although he had a premonition of what the girl was going to say next, at this time, he could only sigh helplessly.
"Master Immortal, please speak."
The girl heard the other party's helpless tone, but her eyes were not wavering at all and she looked directly into the old man's eyes.
She did not directly ask for what Old Man Luo was holding, but first looked at his granddaughter Luo Wenwen.
"I wonder if I know that your granddaughter has the qualifications to become a monk?"
"What?"
The old man looked a little confused.
He was old and couldn't react for a while.
After a moment, he was suddenly shocked, looked at his granddaughter, and stammered:
"You, you mean... Wenwen can become... an immortal master?"
Sikong Yueling hummed and continued: "I want to negotiate a deal with the old man..."
"I can take your granddaughter under my wing and make her my disciple, but you... need to rent this ancestral magic weapon of yours to me for five years."
"When the five-year period is up, I will return it to your Luo family on time."
The corner of the girl's mouth turned up slightly: "What do you think...?"
Wow!
After Jiang Fan stood aside and listened, he called him an expert.
With Luo Wenwen's qualifications, when she awakens her spiritual roots in a few years, she will definitely become a hot commodity that attracts competition from all parties.
But now the senior sister wants to use this method to directly grab the person first, and she also conveniently exchanges it for the five-year right to use this magic weapon with the spirit of the weapon.
You Sikong Yueling, I didn’t expect that someone with bright eyes and white teeth on the outside could be so dark on the inside.
Of course, Jiang Fan only dared to mutter a few words in his heart, but did not dare to actually say them out for his senior sister to hear.
He looked at Old Man Luo and saw that the old man stayed where he was after listening to what his senior sister said.
After coming back to his senses, Old Man Luo's eyes became extremely tangled. He looked at his granddaughter, the box in his hand, and Sikong Yueling.
The slightly trembling body showed that the old man was not at peace at this moment. There must be a war between heaven and man in his heart.
The girl was not in a hurry, she just stood there quietly, her eyes on the old man's face, waiting for the latter's decision.
After a cup of tea, Old Man Luo finally thought about it.
He took a silent breath, his eyes became firm, and his body stopped shaking.
He held the square box in both hands, handed it to the girl, and said solemnly: "Wenwen will ask the immortal master from now on..."
The little girl who had been hugging his thigh seemed to feel something. She tightly grasped the old man's trouser leg and whispered timidly:
"Wenwen, don't leave grandpa, Wenwen won't go anywhere..."
Old Man Luo lowered his head, with a doting smile on his face, and patted the little girl's head gently.
"Wenwen is good."
His eyes were full of reluctance.
"Grandpa..." Luo Wenwen hugged the old man's legs, took a few steps back, and hid behind the old man's trousers.
Seeing this scene, the girl said softly: "If Luo Yuanwai doesn't mind, you can come with me and live with Wenwen in the future, which will be convenient for taking care of him."
The old man's body shook suddenly and he raised his head in surprise.
"Master Immortal, are you telling the truth?"
"nature."
The old man bowed respectfully and saluted, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, Master Immortal..."
Jiang Fan appeared at the right time and said to the old man:
"Commissioner Luo, please hurry up and make arrangements while there is still some time."
"Okay, okay..." The old man walked briskly and left the outhouse with a smile on his face, leaving Luo Wenwen here.
Sikong Yueling lowered her head, looked at the little girl, and said softly: "Wenwen, call the teacher."
…
Half an hour later, after Uncle Luo finished explaining all the trivial matters to the housekeeper at home, he took Luo Wenwen and boarded Sikong Yueling's flying boat.
As for the luggage, the girl received all of it in a jade storage bracelet.
Normally when Jiang Fan was riding his senior sister's flying boat, he would sit cross-legged on the deck and hold on to the edge of the flying boat with both hands.
Now there are two more people, one old and one young. These two people have no flying experience, so they can only sit like Jiang Fan did before.
Four people were crowded into a flying boat. Even though this was a high-level flying boat owned only by disciples of the Spiritual Heart Valley sequence, it seemed a bit crowded.
Jiang Fan couldn't let either of them stand up and sit down himself. In desperation, he could only stand tightly behind his senior sister.
As soon as the flying boat took off, Jiang Fan subconsciously hugged his senior sister's waist.
Feeling the warmth coming from her waist, the girl frowned. She turned around and glanced at Jiang Fan. Seeing that his face turned pale, she swallowed back the words in her mouth.
Four people in one boat flew steadily towards Yueling Island under the control of the girl.
At this time, on Yueling Island, a figure wrapped up in a mask and a bamboo hat was sneaking around, probing around the small wooden building where Jiang Fan used to live.
He peeked for a long time and saw no sign of human activity in the wooden building, so he tiptoed in.
After a while, he came out of the wooden building.
The mysterious figure looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He laughed strangely a few times, lowered his head and left quickly.
In the distance, Sikong Yueling and Jiang Fan, who were rushing back, were unaware of this.
