To solve Mr. Ling's problem, you need to find the other half of the sword. Only when the broken sword is reattached, Mr. Ling will return to normal. The spar can nourish the little son's sleeping soul in a short period of time, but there will always be a day The aura will be exhausted again, and by then, I don't need to say it clearly. "
Mrs. Ming heard Long Zhanye's words, her smile gradually disappeared, she looked at the brightly smiling child in her arms, and bit her lips lightly: "I see, no matter how much I pay, I will find my other half." The broken sword, but I don't know what that sword looks like."
"Bring paper and ink, and I'll draw for you."
After Mrs. Ming asked the servants to bring the brush and ink, Long Zhanye began to paint black on the paper. After a lot of work, it was finally completed. One froze.
"Here, son, this picture..."
"What? What's the problem?" Long Zhanye looked up at Mrs. Ming's embarrassed face, and asked lightly.
"Uh...that, no..." Seeing Long Zhanye's indifferent expression, Mrs. Ming swallowed back the words that were about to blurt out.
"Zhanye, are you... are you sure that what you drew is... a sword?" Or Zaiyuan looked at the crooked lump of ink on the drawing paper, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and said weakly.
"..." If someone else said that, Long Zhanye would definitely go crazy, and then smash the opponent to ashes without hesitation. But it was his dearest person who asked this question at this time, not to mention showing face, and he was reluctant to say a word even out loud.
"Let me do it, you tell me what the sword looks like." With a light smile, Or Zaiyuan reached out to take the brush from Long Zhanye's hand.
Mrs. Ming asked her servants to bring another piece of paper, and Long Zhanye dictated the shape of Liuying Sword, or Zai Yuan began to draw it stroke by stroke, and soon a lifelike sword was drawn on the paper.
"That's it." Long Zhanye looked at the picture on the paper, nodded in satisfaction, and then put his arm around Zai Yuan's shoulder: "It's amazing, it's so lifelike."
Mrs. Ming took a look at the painting handed over by Long Zhanye, and nodded: "Thank you two benefactors, I will send someone to look for it."
"Madam, you're welcome. It's getting late. We're leaving."
After saying goodbye to Mrs. Ming, the two left Ming's house and walked on the street, or Zaiyuan turned to look at Long Zhanye, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.
"Do you want to ask about that broken sword and that child?" After three lifetimes, Long Zhanye understands better than anyone else, or in Yuan, as long as the other party makes a look or a movement, he has already understood what the other party is thinking. His dark eyes looked at him without blinking, and he knew what he wanted to ask.
"Well... that child must have died when it was difficult to give birth... the reason why he is still alive now is because of the sword soul attached to the broken sword... because the sword is broken, half of the soul of the sword soul is lost. As a result, the child didn’t laugh or make trouble, and his expression was dull, and if you want that lady to find the other half of the broken sword, it means that you’ve got the other half of the sword soul back.” Or Zaiyuan said softly, pursing his lips: "And the Taoist holding the sword you mentioned should be me before... right? Because when I drew the sword, I seemed to have an impression deep in my memory, although it was very hazy..."
"Yes, that is the sword you wore when you were Tian Qizi, and the sword soul in the sword is your disciple Yin Liuying. The hardest stone of the dragon clan in the fairy world and the flesh and blood of your disciple." Long Zhanye said softly, and then raised his hand to stroke his hair: "Since that little ghost became the soul of the sword, you have always been very guilty and self-blame, Isn't it great that he's unexpectedly reborn as a human now?"
"Although I don't remember the past, when I saw that baby, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart... I think I'm happy for it." A faint smile: "Zhan Ye, we will also take Mrs. Ming to find the other half of the sword, right?"
"Of course, although that brat annoys me, he is your apprentice."
Seeing Long Zhanye nodding his head in agreement without hesitation, Yuan Yuan's heart was filled with sweetness and emotion, his face blushed slightly, and he reached out to hold his hand.
"It's nice to be with you..."
If you are like this, what can you ask for.
Since it was still early, the two of them didn't want to go back to the inn to face Lu Rong and Xu Ruoming, so they found a small noodle stall for a meal and then went to the grocery street next door.
Why did it become a "street of miscellaneous goods"? That's because everything is sold on this street, and because the things are mixed and varied, this street is also very attractive to embroiderers.
Although Long Zhanye is very familiar with the cultivation environment, when he didn't meet Tian Qizi before, he only liked to cause destruction, and he was even more dismissive of such small streets and alleys. Later, he fell in love with Tian Qizi, which hindered the identity of the two He is very special, and he can't walk around at will, so this "street of miscellaneous items" is quite a novel place for him.
"Miscellaneous goods street" not only has many shops, but also there are more small stalls of cultivators on the street, some sell spiritual herbs, some sell medicine pills, some sell crystal stones, some sell weapons...there are too many to count. Walking back and forth between them, I actually found a lot of novel things.
"Zhan Ye, next time we go down the mountain, let's come here too." He took out a lot of gadgets, and Jae Yuan was in a very good mood.
Leaving the Dao Sect this time was an accident. When he stepped into the Dao Sect again, it might be time for him to leave the Dao Sect to practice after his real "spiritual silence period" expired.
"Wherever you go, I will accompany you." Long Zhanye smiled softly, and raised his hands to gather his loose hair.
When the two of them turned around again between the stalls and were about to leave, Long Zhanye stopped suddenly, or Yuan didn't know, so he followed his gaze. He raised his eyebrows and looked at a stall covered with mud. Smudged... censer
"Zhanye, what's the matter?" That dirty stove... doesn't seem to be attractive, does it
"Hey, wait for me." Long Zhanye patted him on the back, then squatted down and asked the stall owner, "How much does this stove sell for?"
The trade between cultivators is not coins, but spiritual crystals, and five spiritual crystals are the same price as five copper plates to a cultivator—very cheap.
After Long Zhanye took out five spirit crystals and handed them to the stall owner, he picked up the stove and left.
There are very few things that can interest Long Zhanye, or seeing him buy that dirty clay stove in Yuanyuan, he can't help but feel a strong curiosity in his heart.
Is that clay stove a treasure? so curious...
The two returned to the inn and closed the door, and Long Zhanye dragged Zaiyuan into the space. When the smudged stove was washed and restored to its original appearance, the corner of Long Zhanye's mouth twitched slightly.
"Yuanzi, we found a treasure!"
Rebirth or Leap in Yuan Juan Second Cultivation Realm Cultivation of Immortals Chapter 198 Five Years
The slender fingers slowly slid across the furnace body, and the corners of Long Zhanye's mouth slightly raised.
"Yuanzi, we found a treasure."
Or Zaiyuan looked at Long Zhanye's brightly smiling face, with puzzled expression in his eyes, and with one hand on his chin, he said slowly, "This incense burner doesn't seem to be anything special."
"Incense, incense burner..." Listening to Zai Yuan's words, the corners of Long Zhanye's mouth twitched lightly: "Idiot, this stove is an alchemy stove at the level of immortal artifacts, and the stall owner didn't know the goods, so he sold it as garbage. "
"Immortal Artifact!!" Hearing Long Zhanye's words, Zai Yuan was excited, his eyes sparkling.
"Of course, otherwise, how could I buy this thing." Then, he stuffed the alchemy furnace into Yuan's arms, then put him in his arms, and said softly: "There is a good alchemy furnace, you The success rate of alchemy has increased a lot, so your cultivation will grow faster."
"Yeah." Or Zaiyuan nodded slightly, reaching out to hug his waist: "I will work hard to advance, and then restore our memories."
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The next day, under the leadership of Senior Brother Danxia, several people returned to Yuxu Mountain, or in Yuanhe Long Zhanye, who was wearing the appearance of "Gu Linyuan", Xu Ruoming, and Lu Rong were busy up and down. Half a month later, I finally finished my work, and Yuan Yuan entered the space to start alchemy retreat at the instigation of Long Zhanye. In order not to arouse the suspicion of other people in the Taoist sect, Long Zhanye transformed into Gu Linyuan and or Busy in Yuanjian, I didn't miss any of the divisions that I should do. Just like that, time flies, and it has been five years in the blink of an eye.
In five years, or in Yuancong's fusion stage, the combination of three layers of elixir finally breaks through the spiritual solitude stage, and is about to enter the golden elixir stage. Since the golden elixir stage produces inner alchemy, it requires a huge amount of aura, even in a space with rich aura At the same time, I was afraid that it would be difficult to bear this powerful wastage, so maybe Zaiyuan had to leave the level early.
Five years is just a moment of brilliance for a practitioner. From the stage of refining Qi to the stage of spiritual silence, or Zaiyuan, it took only fifteen years. If it weren't for his special skills and body, he was also a body that returned to nature , just fifteen years may not be enough for him to break through the heart-beating stage. If his aptitude is slightly inferior, it will be even more difficult to make progress. The top-quality pill made from special skills combined with hundreds of years of spiritual grass has only allowed him to reach the spiritual stage. In the period of silence, if he wants to break through the golden elixir stage and reach the Nascent Soul... it is not enough now, he must find a better elixir formula and a higher level of spiritual grass.
Thinking in my heart, a sense of impetuousness brewed in my heart, making or Zaiyuan couldn't help frowning, his heart was chaotic, and his haste wasted... I can't think about it anymore, no matter how irritable I am, I might be charmed by the demon in my heart. fall into the devil