"No, no, no blood oath." Wen Xuan broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly stopped.
He was really frightened. Picking up a blood contract for nothing seems like a very cheap thing, but it is only for those irresponsible people. And for a responsible person like Wenxuan... What a joke, if someone really made a blood pact for him, wouldn't he have to be held responsible for the rest of his life
"You just need to make the most common oath and promise not to leak this matter." Wen Xuan emphasized, "The most common."
The boy held up his bitten fingers and confirmed eagerly, "The most common?"
Wen Xuan nodded again and again.
The young man moved his gaze to the fingertips that had seeped blood beads, and tutted lightly, but his face was full of disappointment.
What the hell are you disappointed about? Wen Xuan couldn't help sweating again on his forehead, he couldn't understand this guy at all.
Fortunately, under Wenxuan's explicit request, the young man finally stopped being so obsessive. He curled his lips, cleaned the wound on his fingertips a little, and then made a gesture with three fingers pointing up, obediently saying, "I simply swear to God, if the events of today are leaked out, it will definitely be punished. Lightning strikes, you can't die."
This oath is really cruel... But compared to any blood pact, this is only a trivial matter. Wen Xuan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.
Since the other party has made such a guarantee, the purpose of his trip has been achieved. Afterwards, he didn't want to continue entanglement here, so he stood up decisively to leave, and only said politely at the end, "Junior Brother Jian, I'm really bothering you today."
Yes, through this oath, Wen Xuan finally knew the boy's name. Simple, but chic and memorable.
After saying that, he turned around.
"Senior brother," Jian Yi stopped him behind him, "Did you already know it? It's because of the problem of the exercises..."
Wenxuan's footsteps stagnated, and he couldn't help but paused in place.
"Who gave you the exercises you are practicing now?" Jian Jian asked again.
Wen Xuan turned his head, the smile on his face was a little alienated, "Is this nothing to do with you?"
Simple pursed his lips. He wanted to establish contact but was blocked. He and Wenxuan were still just strangers meeting for the first time.
"Senior brother." Then he raised his head again and said firmly, "You will come to me again."
Wenxuan laughed dryly, secretly thinking that this is all inexplicable and ignored, and finally opened the door and walked out.
When he was outside, Wen Xuan glanced at the sky, only to realize that he had been delayed here for half an hour. He quickly set up the escape cloud and flew out of the hill in an instant.
Logically speaking, he should immediately go to the junior brother who has the art of refining.
In fact, he went to the deacon hall at the outer door first. He decided to check the boy named Jian Jian. After all, that boy really gave him too many weird feelings. He seemed to have a deep background and unknown purpose under the surface of familiarity. He didn't look like an ordinary foreigner at all. Sect disciple, he couldn't help but care.
"Nephew Wen, why are you free today?" The elder deacon of the outer door greeted him and greeted him politely.
Wenxuan responded politely, then briefly explained his purpose, and asked him for a roster of disciples from the outer sect.
As for how much can be found in this roster of disciples, considering the possible tricks behind the simple, Wenxuan doesn't really have much knowledge, just a tentative try.
As a result, he flipped through it casually, and it was true... Even the ancestors had been on it for eight lifetimes.
Simple, born in the Jiufeng City east of Shuiyunzong. His ancestors made a living by collecting elixir, and he has been collecting elixir for several generations. In his father's generation, he finally saved enough money to open a small elixir shop. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. His father died of a serious illness two months ago, and the shop was also occupied by relatives. After that, he simply packed up and left Jiufeng City and went to the outer gate of Shuiyunzong.
This record is quite detailed. Including when was Jian Jian born, what was his father's name, what was his mother's name, where did he grow up, when did his father open the shop, what was the name of the medicine shop, and now it has been handed over to who. above, it's all clear.
But... that's it
An ordinary son of an ordinary elixir shopkeeper in an ordinary fairy city
Wenxuan turned over the roster in his hand in amazement, and read the pages about simplicity several times. The more he read, the more unbelievable he felt. But looking at it, it really is.
"Nephew Wen," the outer door deacon elder asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with this kid from the Jian family?"
"Jian's kid?" Wen Xuan was surprised, "Could it be that you know him, Uncle Shi?"
"It's barely an acquaintance. When his father was still there, he often encountered him when he went to Jiufeng City to collect herbs."
Well, even with the witnesses, it seems that the guy has always lived in Jiufeng City, and is really just the son of the shopkeeper of a small elixir shop.
Wen Xuan still felt a little dazed.
So is he suspicious? The reason why Yi Jian can say those things is really just guessing
And the reason why Jian Yi is so inexplicably looking forward to a blood contract is because...
… it’s horrible to be cooked by yourself.
Wenxuan shook his head, and finally closed the roster in his hand, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Well, after all, it's just an outer sect junior brother who has a one-sided relationship. It's hard to say how many times I'll see it in the future, so don't worry about it for the time being. Wenxuan said goodbye to the deacon elder again, and he could finally find the junior and senior who had the art of refining.
Speaking of Item Refining, there is actually a Item Refining Hall within the Shuiyun Sect, but that Item Refining Hall is Elder Luo’s site.
Now the junior he was looking for was someone who knew a well-known family of craftsmen in Beining Continent.
The artifact refining family is quite famous, and outsiders want to ask them to take action. It is not enough to just want the spirit stone, and they have to find a way to get a token issued by their clan. And this junior brother saved a junior in their clan a few years ago, so he got such a token. Wenxuan came here this time because he wanted to use this token.
As a result, when Wenxuan arrived at the ground, as soon as he explained his intention, the junior brother sighed at him, "Alas, senior brother Wen, you are late..."
It turned out that this junior brother made a cheap bet with people a few days ago, and he lost the bet, so he just took out the token.
"Who lost?" Wen Xuan asked quickly.
"It's the one on the top of the mountain in the east, who's here..." This junior brother hasn't stayed at the outer gate for a long time, obviously he still doesn't recognize the person, he hesitated for a while and didn't hesitate to come here. Fortunately, although he didn't remember the name, he remembered where the other party lived, and even pointed Wenxuan in the direction.
Wenxuan looked in this direction, but halfway through, he felt that something was wrong. Why does this direction seem familiar
But after a while, he returned to the familiar hill and saw the familiar log cabin. The familiar young man stood in front of the house, his face full of anticipation, obviously waiting for something.
The corner of Wenxuan's mouth twitched, and before Yingying could see himself, he quickly turned his head.
He didn't even know why he was running. Anyway, he suddenly felt that it was not so unacceptable to go to the Item Refining Hall in the sect.
By the time Wenxuan returned from the outer door to the inner door, it was already evening. He rested for a while, and didn't leave until the next day to go to the Refining Hall.
There are a total of six disciples under the sect of Elder Luo, and the three disciples usually take care of this refining hall, but other disciples will occasionally come over to take turns.
As soon as Wenxuan entered the Item Refining Hall, a reckless voice sounded in his ear, "Senior brother, what a coincidence."
Yes, it's good to die, isn't it just a coincidence? The person sitting here today is actually Luo Qingquan.
Wenxuan took out the Canglan Sword that was broken in two from the storage bag, and placed it in front of him, "Can it be repaired?"
Luo Qingquan glanced at it and laughed mockingly, "You really want to keep using this broken sword?"
Wen Xuan did not answer. Having been in the same sect for so many years, he already knew that in order to live in harmony with this guy, the trick is only two words: ignore.
Luo Qingquan waited left and right over there. He couldn't wait for his response, so he really felt bored, and obediently took the two severing swords. He stayed by Elder Luo's side for so long, and he had a good eye for refining tools, regardless of how much he had learned. But for a moment, he raised his eyebrows, showing a somewhat playful look.
"How?" Wen Xuan finally stopped ignoring him.
He just listened to Luo Qingquan slowly opening his mouth and said, "Cultivation, it can be repaired."
"Oh?" Wen Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Don't be too happy." Luo Qingquan said again, "Prepare a piece of good black gold ore first."
Repairing a magical implement requires the use of corresponding materials, and Wenxuan naturally understands it. He didn't have this black gold ore on hand, but he had saved a lot of sect contribution points, and it must be enough to go to the Baiwulou to replace it.
It happened that Baiwulou was next to the Refining Hall, Wenxuan retrieved the broken sword and ran straight over.
It was very strange that Luo Qingquan actually followed behind him and accompanied him to the Baiwulou. And along the way, Luo Qingquan's mouth was hooked with a strange smile, as if he was waiting for some good show.
Wenxuan ignored him and went in to explain his purpose when he arrived at the Baiwulou, only to get an astonishing reply.
"Finished?"
"Yes." The disciple of Baiwulou nodded. "There were originally 13 black gold ores in stock, but they were all replaced by a disciple yesterday morning, and at least they won't be available again next month."
next month? Wouldn't that mean that the sword has not been used for the whole month
Wenxuan was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look, only to see Luo Qingquan smiling more and more happily beside him, obviously he had known about this for a long time. This junior brother Luo is simply mentally distorted, as long as he sees Wenxuan deflated, he is happy.
"How's it going, Senior Brother?" Luo Qingquan's face was ferocious and malicious, "I have a lot of this stuff in my clan, do you want me to give you a little? As long as you ask me sincerely, it's not something you can't consider!"
Wen Xuan turned his head back with no expression on his face, and asked the disciple of the Baiwulou, "I don't know which junior brother replaced him?"
When the man turned over the record in his hand, he whispered in surprise, "It's actually from the outer door."
In Shuiyun Sect, outer disciples can also use the sect contribution value to exchange things in Baiwulou, but it is about 30% more expensive than inner disciples. If he can exchange thirteen black gold ore in one go, he can be regarded as a small rich man.
But for some unknown reason, Wen Xuan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
In this ominous premonition, he watched the disciple of the Baiwulou say the following sentence.
"It's Jane."