According to legend, when you practice to a profound state, you can open a cave of heaven and earth, and accept the heaven and earth in the mustard seeds. Of course, this is just a legend, and it is a miracle. Wu Sheng has never heard of anyone who has practiced to this level, but the meaning of receiving mustard seeds is unmistakable. of.
This is a storage ring!
The storage ring is a good thing. Wu Sheng believes that it is one of the magic tools for spiritual practice, no matter how big or small!
It's just that he has never seen this object, and there is no relevant record even in the memory of assassin Wu Sheng. If Jin Wuhuan hadn't mentioned this treasure, he even thought that there was no such thing in the world.
Now that the treasure is at his fingertips, he can't help but feel excited!
I looked through the small box over and over, even dismantling it into pieces, but I still couldn't find instructions for use, which means that it should be easy to get started with this thing. Wu Sheng's only worry is that it would be very depressing if the storage ring could only be used by monks at the God Refining level or above.
First, adjust the True Essence Infusion Pulling Finger according to common sense, but there will be no change.
Then I rubbed the wrench with my finger. After rubbing it for a long time, it was useless. It didn't even produce basic heat. The more I rubbed it, the more I felt cold, so I simply gave up.
Then there was the bloodshed to identify the master. This was so cliche that Wu Sheng had almost no hope, but he had no better way, so he had to give it a try, which was regarded as an option.
He continued to cut his hand with the sword, and finally managed to get a wound. It seemed that his skin was already very strong. If he continued to practice like this, would he become a copper skin and an iron bone?
When you see blood, drop the blood on it.
Facts have proved that it really didn’t…
Why? What's happening here? There was a bang in Wu Sheng's mind, and his consciousness entered a dim space. Although the space was dim, he could perceive it very clearly, just like a large cabinet.
The cabinet was divided by four rows of shelves, and the shelves were all labeled with labels such as "magic weapons", "spiritual pills", "spiritual materials", "gold, silver, pearls and jade". Wu Sheng was stunned for a moment. How did he feel? So familiar?
For a moment, I couldn't care less about random thoughts. I waved my hand with a ring on the sandalwood incense, and the box...
Not present in the space? How does this work? I waved my hand in various ways and even slapped the ring finger on the sandalwood box, but nothing could fit into the ring finger.
After thinking for a moment, Wu Sheng could only continue to shed blood to identify his master.
Feijian continued to chop his hands, very fast, like a chef chopping vegetables, and made another wound. He smeared the blood on the sandalwood box. With a crash, the ground was filled with scattered love gold, pearls and jade, and the box was gone.
Looking inside the ring again, the boxes are displayed on the shelf of gold, silver, jewels and jade, taking up a large area. With the box as a reference, the internal space of the storage ring is clear. It is a cabinet six feet long, one foot deep and six feet high.
As soon as I thought about it, the box came out of the ring again and appeared in front of my eyes. I waved my hand again and the box went back. I waved my hand again and it came out again...
Wu Sheng played for a long time and almost figured it out. Every item must be identified with a drop of blood. After identifying the owner, you can enter and exit at will.
The wound on his finger had not yet healed, and there was still blood. Wu Sheng quickly wiped it on a jade pendant, but found that it was useless, so he squeezed the wound tightly, squeezed out a drop of blood, and fell on it. The jade pendant immediately went into the storage. , displayed in the instrument shelf.
Further confirmation, insufficient blood volume is not enough!
Wu Sheng couldn't help but scratch his head, it was a bit confusing.
After squeezing two drops on the wound, there was no more blood. Wu Sheng had no choice but to continue to injure himself with a knife, and took away more than thirty pieces of pearls and jade, as well as the golden rope, the cloud pattern volume, and the musical notation table. . The Blood Light Sword is still carried on the back, and only when walking with the sword behind it can you travel around the rivers and lakes, otherwise it will easily lead to robbery.
Then he looked at the pile of gold, and his scalp suddenly went numb.
Yuanjin is a coin issued under the leadership of Jixia Academy. In Chu State, one yiyu gold can be exchanged for a thousand ant nose coins. It is a high-value exchange item. In Langshan, it can even be directly exchanged for several low-grade magical artifacts.
Putting the money into the storage finger is a basic operation, but the problem now is that there are too many!
After hesitating for a moment, Wu Sheng still swung his sword with tears in his eyes. With so much love, you can't carry it all with you, right?
Put at least 50 yi into the trigger, and your losses will be smaller if you are robbed. After storing the fifty yi, he felt that the remaining thirty yi was still a huge sum of money and not safe! In the end, a full seventy yi were stored in it, and the remaining ten were kept on the body and put into the sleeve pocket.
Now I feel relaxed and can return to Langshan safely.
But before returning to the mountain, Wu Sheng still went to Jieshou Mountain to ask Jin Wuhuan about the cloud pattern.
After half a year apart, Jin Wuhuan really started to live a small life as men farmed and women weaved. He answered Wu Sheng by the medicine garden with a hoe: "No more, it's just this volume, it's all in your hands. I remember the teacher said back then. However, the Patriarch only passed down this volume to him."
Wu Sheng quickly took out the cloud pattern volume and returned it: "I should have returned it to you a long time ago. I forgot about it before."
Jin Wuhuan took it and flipped through a few pages, with a sad expression on his face, and sighed: "Nothing else matters, as long as this is a relic of the teacher, I will keep it."
Wu Sheng said: "That's right...have you ever thought about revenge?"
Jin Wuhuan shook his head, with a hint of despair: "It's not that I don't want to retaliate, but how should I repay it? Looking for Jixia Academy? The person who destroyed my sect was Huixu... there are more than one..."
Wu Sheng asked: "Where is your master?"
Jin Wuhuan smiled bitterly: "I have never met that master. I don't even know where he is. The teacher rarely mentions him. I don't know anything about him except the name of Qing Lingzi."
Wu Sheng patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, we'll talk about it in the future... Is your brother or sister happy?"
Jin Wuhuan's face finally regained its luster: "It's been almost four months."
Wu Sheng left two pieces of gold: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come when the child is born, so I'll just celebrate it. If you have any questions, come to Langshan and see me. I'm at Songzhu Yayuan, and they all call me Songzhu layman."
Jin Wuhuan asked: "Why is it called this name?"
Wu Sheng smiled and said: "I like bamboo forests. There is a saying that it is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo!"
Jin Wuhuan asked again: "What about the pine trees?"
Wu Sheng thought for a while and replied: "The snow is heavy on the green pine trees, and the green pine trees are straight and straight...forget it, you are so boring!"
Jin Wuhuan said: "Isn't this a leisurely time? Tell me, how can you suppress the law? How far can you stand, how straight..."
Wu Sheng returned to Langshan and entered Songzhu Yayuan, which he had not seen for a long time. It had been three months since he left. The house was full of dust and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds. Wu Sheng had to do housework, sweeping and dusting.
Halfway through, Chai Fei's head popped out, followed by a heart-rending howl, which frightened him to the core.
"Bushi, you're back..." The old man burst into tears, threw his hands on the firewood leaf and howled.
Wu Sheng took a look, wasn't this the Master Dong Bamboo Shoots? Why are you crying so hard?
"Master, why is this happening? Come in quickly." Wu Sheng opened the door quickly and helped him in and sat down.
Master Dongsun cried and said: "I thought that the layman would not come back and that all his possessions were about to be lost!"
After careful analysis, Wu Sheng finally understood that it turned out that the Master Dong Bamboo Refining Thunder Strike Wood was three points faster. He refined more than ten pieces in two months, but Wu Sheng never came back, so he couldn't exchange for the money. , I can hardly eat anymore. In recent months, I have been looking forward to the stars and the moon every day, and I am looking forward to Wu Sheng's return.
Wu Sheng couldn't help but laugh and cry.
ps: Today is the birthday of fellow Taoist Liang Zhaoyi in Foshan. My cousin is short-tongued, so I must congratulate him. I wish Dazhao a happy birthday and may he be young forever.
