The northernmost part of the Flower Country is Quanyuan Town and Phoenix Mountain.
This is a place that has been neglected for a long time, but it is therefore far away from industrial pollution and maintains its original beauty.
The forest is green, the birds are chirping, and the streams are gurgling.
In front of a new grave halfway up the mountain, a five or six-year-old girl was kneeling there. Her watery eyes were red, and she blinked, trying hard to push back the tears that filled her eyes.
"Master, don't worry, my disciple will follow your teachings, make money to pay off debts, and carry forward the Taoist mantle."
After kowtowing again, the little girl took the things the master left for her and prepared to go down the mountain.
A Taoist robe wrapped around her small body, with two braids on her head, which swayed slightly with the movements of her short legs, making her look very agile.
At this time, a weak voice suddenly sounded.
"… After all these years, I finally met someone with such good bones that he could wake me up."
Nian Nian paused in her steps and looked around with her round eyes.
"Who is talking?" Her voice was still a little milky.
"I'm in your ring."
Niannian quickly looked down at her neck. The Guanzhu ring her master left for her was too big, so she could only hang it around her neck.
A faint light flashed, and suddenly there was a spherical object on the ground. It was a real ball.
Niannian squatted down and poked with her finger curiously, "Were you talking just now? Why are you in my ring?"
"I am the weapon spirit in this ring. I have been injured and have been sleeping. Only people with excellent bones can wake me up. I have been waiting for five hundred years and finally waited for you. From now on, you will be my master."
"I?"
Bai Pang pointed his finger at himself, and Nian Nian tilted his head with a surprised look on his face.
She has practiced Taoism with her master since she was a child. She knows a lot and has seen a lot. Naturally, she is not afraid of magical things like weapon spirits, but she is just a little surprised.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that just after the master left me, you would come to keep me company. From now on, I will no longer be alone."
Nian Nian poked Qi Ling again, "Can you become another person? You are like this now, and I don't know what to say to you."
"Okay, what kind of form does the master like?" The weapon spirit is very talkative.
"Can ferrets be used? Master said ferrets are very beautiful."
There was a flicker of light, and the ball turned into a snow-white ferret, just a little smaller, like a cub.
"so cute."
Nian Nian picked up the ferret, with a bright smile on her plump face.
"Master, I am a weapon spirit and a system, carrying all the culture of Northern Taoism. However, my strength has not been restored yet. You can only use one function for the time being."
As soon as the ferret finished speaking, a pink and tender machine appeared on a flat road in front of her. It was twice as tall as Niannian. There were many boxes of various shapes inside. She was immediately stunned by the sight of it. Eye.
"What's this?"
"The form of the system can also be changed. I just used some power to search for things of this era and found that this claw machine is very popular among children, so I transformed the system into this. You just need to shake this lever, Grab the contents and place them here, and let them fall, and the contents of this box will be yours."
Nian Nian's eyes lit up and she became very interested in this thing called the claw machine. She quickly stepped forward and shook the lever as the ferret said.
"Why doesn't it move? Is it broken?"
Or is she too strong
She took her hand back and tugged at her robe helplessly.
She didn't mean it, she had tried hard to control her strength.
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