The crowd gradually dispersed, and the old storyteller slowly folded his folding fan and hid the tree in his sleeves.
Among the many figures intertwined, Su Zimo blinked, and when he looked again, the old man had disappeared!
Su Zimo frowned and pondered for a while before walking towards his residence.
Just after Su Zimo left Yongxingfang, the old storyteller appeared out of nowhere and wandered to a deserted corner.
Lin Xuanji was standing there, bored.
Seeing the old man coming, Lin Xuanji hurriedly stepped forward, his eyes full of anticipation, and asked in a low voice: "Old man, how are you? Did you see any tricks?"
"I can't see that this boy's destiny was changed against the will of heaven, and his trajectory is completely messed up." The old man shook his head.
Lin Xuanji asked again: "Where is the black dog? Can you tell what race it is?"
"That shouldn't be a dog." The old man frowned.
"Nonsense, I know it's not a dog!"
Lin Xuanji rolled his eyes and said, "Old man, with your knowledge, you can't recognize its origin?"
The old man squinted his eyes, thoughtfully, and shook his head: "I can't tell, but this black dog is indeed not simple. I can feel a unique aura in its body, which is very pure."
"What breath?"
"The smell of murder!"
The old man said: "Although you lost the opportunity to give birth to a dragon this time, if you can get this black dog, it will probably not be too bad in the future."
Lin Xuanji touched his chin, his eyes rolled around, and he made up his mind.
The old man seemed to have thought of something again. He frowned thoughtfully and murmured softly: "That girl..."
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Along the way, Su Zimo could feel that the little girl had been following him.
After a long time, Su Zimo returned to the rented house, stopped, turned around and looked around.
The little girl was caught off guard, with a flash of panic in her eyes.
Su Zimo walked towards the little girl.
The little girl seemed a little scared and wanted to retreat, but held back.
"Why are you following me?" Su Zimo came closer and asked softly.
"This is the first time someone has given me clothes to wear." The little girl blinked her big watery eyes and said timidly.
Su Zimo's heart softened and he asked again: "You have no place to go?"
The little girl nodded.
"Well, from today on, you can live here."
Su Zimo pointed to the house behind him and said with a smile: "But I only rented it for one year, so I can only guarantee that you can live there for one year."
"Thank you." A smile finally appeared on the little girl's face.
Su Zimo walked into the house with the little girl and asked casually: "My name is Su Zimo, what is your name?"
"Nian Qi." The little girl was much less wary of Su Zimo, and there was a hint of vitality in her voice.
The house faced north and south, with the Jishui River at its back. It occupied a large area and had many rooms. Nian Qi found a room at random and lived there.
Su Zimo went out, bought some clothes for Nian Qi, brought some food, and placed them at the door of Nian Qi's room.
After doing this, Su Zimo came to the courtyard and pulled out a wooden plaque from the storage bag.
Since you want to open a refining room, you need a name.
Looking at Ye Ling patrolling the yard, Su Zimo smiled and said to himself: "Let's call it Mo Ling's Weapon Refining Workshop."
Su Zimo used his fingers as swords and carved five large characters on the wooden plaque.
At this moment, there was a creak and the door of the room behind him opened.
Su Zimo looked back and saw a girl with skin as good as snow standing at the door. She was slim, with delicate features and beautiful eyes. Although she was still young, her appearance was extremely beautiful.
Su Zimo was slightly startled.
Nian Qi washed away the stains on his face and seemed to be a different person.
But for some reason, Nian Qi's hair was still yellow and curled, like dead grass and tree branches, without luster, and somewhat incompatible with this face with creamy skin.
Su Zimo didn't think much about it and thought it was because Nian Qi had suffered too much in recent years and was weak.
After a year and a half of recovery, he will return to normal.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Nian Qi came over, looked at the wooden plaque in Su Zimo's hand, and murmured softly: "Mo Ling's Weapon Refining Workshop... Master, are you planning to open an Weapon Refining Workshop here?"
"Yes." Su Zimo nodded.
Nian Qi moved his lips but stopped talking.
"If you have anything to say, just say it." Su Zimo smiled.
Nian Qi said: "Although I don't know how to refine weapons, I have been wandering around the city these years. The location where the master is located is suitable for living, but it is not suitable for opening a weapon refinement workshop. No one will come at all."
Monks who are familiar with the Royal City will definitely go to Yongxingfang to customize spiritual weapons, because the weapon refining workshops in the Royal City are all on that street.
Monks who are not familiar with the royal city will go to Yongxingfang to inquire about it.
In Nian Qi's opinion, if Su Zimo opened the weapon refining workshop here, no one would visit it.
Su Zimo was not worried, smiled and said: "My weapon refining workshop is different, don't worry."
Nian Qi nodded in understanding.
Su Zimo pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit down, hold this stone, and I'll take a look."
On the table, there is a stone the size of a baby's fist, which is the spirit-testing stone that Su Zimo just went out to buy.
Nian Qi stretched out his palm and held the spirit-testing stone.
After half a ring, there was no change in the spiritual stone.
Su Zimo sighed in his heart.
He originally had a glimmer of hope that maybe Nian Qi had spiritual roots and could start practicing.
But he also knew in his heart that this possibility was extremely low.
There are many Jindan True Lords in the royal city, and there may even be True Lord Nascent Soul. If Nian Qi had spiritual roots, he would have been taken away long ago and taken under his sect.
Now that he saw that the spirit stone had not changed, Su Zimo knew that Nian Qi, like him, was an ordinary person without spiritual roots.
Nian Qi seemed to realize something and said quickly: "Sir, although I have no spiritual roots, I am very powerful and can help you do many things. You, don't drive me away."
"fine."
Su Zimo shook his head, fearing that Nian Qi would think too much, so he changed the subject and asked: "You just said that you are very strong, how big are you?"
"It's very, very big."
Nian Qi blinked and said, "I never dared to show myself before, for fear that others would lock me up as a monster."
Su Zimo laughed dumbly.
In Su Zimo's view, Nian Qi just boasted as much as possible for fear of being driven away.
How powerful can such a little girl with thin arms and legs be
Su Zimo's heart moved, and he wanted to tease Nian Qi, so he took out the black gold silk armor from the storage bag, put it gently on the table, and said: "This is a silk armor, can you pick it up?" What?"
"Of course."
Nian Qi nodded naturally, grabbed the corner of the Xuanjin silk armor with one hand, and lifted it up.
Not moving at all!
"Huh?"
Nian Qi was stunned for a moment.
Su Zimo smiled secretly in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.
Nian Qi stood up, frowned slightly, looked at the black gold silk armor in disbelief, and took it up with the other hand.
Seeing that Nian Qi still wanted to try, Su Zimo was afraid that the joke would go too far, so he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, in fact, this black gold silk armor weighs..."
Su Zimo's voice stopped suddenly and he jumped up from his seat, stunned.
Nian Qi's arms were shaking, her cheeks were red, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and the Xuanjin Silk Armor was really lifted off the table by her!