After Yuchi Jun officially passed the position of head to Yang Qingyun, he directly packed up his things and went to Chunyang Palace, and Yuqing Hall was directly emptied, and Yang Qingyun, the new head, took over.

Although he has studied with Nanhe's two uncles for a long time, Yang Qingyun is still not very accustomed to his identity as the head of the house, but fortunately, the head of the house does not need to do a lot, so Yang Qingyun is now sitting in a pavilion in the Yuqing Palace, drinking tea and instructing his apprentices to practice.

Xu Ling's qualifications are very good, it has only been two years, but he has already touched the essence of the Taixu sword intent, a long sword in his hand to pull out a fluent sword flower, the sword qi is like a rainbow, the thirteen-year-old boy has an elegant body, and he still has the long sword that Yang Qingyun gave him when they first met.

After he finished practicing a set of swordsmanship, Yang Qingyun smiled and raised his hand to beckon him into the pavilion, and personally poured him a cup of tea to let him rest.

Yang Qingyun raised his hand and picked up the long sword that Xu Ling casually rested on the stone table, flicked the sword body lightly, listened to the slight humming sound of the long sword, and said: "When your cultivation rises again, this sword will no longer be suitable for you, at that time, find another one for you." ”

Hearing this, Xu Ling was stunned for a moment, then gently put down the teacup in his hand, and said with a smile: "No need, this is good, this is the first gift that Master gave me, I will cherish it." ”

"This sword is not the best" Yang Qingyun looked at his apprentice, sighed lightly, and said: "That's it, if you like it, it's good, although this sword is not the best, it can be done." ”

The long sword that Yang Qingyun gave to Xu Ling was the weapon he obtained in response to the call of the gang to fight a copy in the modern era with the Changge horn. At that time, there was just no one in the team who needed this long sword, and the head of the group was Yang Qingyun's relatives and friends, knowing that he had played the Pure Yang number for a few years before, so he joked that he would insert it into him and let him use it as an appearance to miss the time when he played Pure Yang.

Although this weapon was not the highest-grade weapon of the version at the time, it was the highest-grade weapon at level 90. This sword is called Broken River, and it was a weapon obtained by Yang Qingyun at that time with the gang group to fight the night guard of the lonely city challenge dungeon, and he was bored at the time, and there happened to be a stone in his bag, so he inserted the Five Elements Stone and the five-colored stone into this Broken River and refined it to level six.

At that time, Liu Hancheng also said that he was panicked because he had too much money, but now it seems that this sword was inserted by Yang Qingyun with the Five Elements Stone, and no matter how much it is stronger than the same weapon, it is okay for Xu Ling not to change his weapon for a while.

Yang Qingyun put down the broken river, raised his hand to take his cup of tea, and was about to bring it to his mouth, when he was snatched by a hand that appeared out of thin air.

"Give me a drink, I'm dying of thirst!" Jiang Mingyuan took the tea in Yang Qingyun's hand, brought it to his lips without hesitation, drank it directly, and breathed a sigh of relief, then stuffed the cup back into the expressionless Yang Qingyun's hand, and handed over a bright red plum from behind him with the other hand, and said with a smile: "I've been looking for you for a long time, what are you doing here?"

Yang Qingyun glanced at him expressionlessly, raised his hand to take the brilliant red plum, pointed to Xu Ling, who was sitting opposite him, and said coldly: "I'm teaching apprentices, can't you see?"

Xu Ling, who was shocked by Jiang Mingyuan's sudden series of actions, suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes widened, he looked at Jiang Mingyuan with a complicated expression, and said, "That's Master's cup, how can you?"

Jiang Mingyuan raised his hand and rubbed the top of Xu Ling's head, and said with a smug smile: "Your master is mine, and your master's cup is naturally mine, don't be surprised!"

Yang Qingyun's face turned dark, and when he was about to open his mouth for training, Xu Ling had already stood up angrily, glared at Jiang Mingyuan angrily, and said, "You are talking nonsense! Master is mine!"

"Hey, you little brat! You're not a little cowardly! Dare to rob someone from me!" Jiang Mingyuan exploded when he heard this, and immediately began to roll up his sleeves and prepare to do it if he didn't agree with him.

Yang Qingyun rolled his eyes speechlessly on the side, stood up directly, and knocked the red plum in his hand on the source of Jiang Ming, shaking off a tender petal. The latter immediately looked at him aggrievedly, Yang Qingyun hooked the corners of his lips expressionlessly, and said, "Don't teach my apprentice badly, he's still a child!"

"Oh. Jiang Mingyuan nodded very aggrievedly, turned his head and glared at Xu Ling, who looked a little proud because he was beaten, and said, "Your master is mine!

Yang Qingyun knocked his hand again, and sneered: "Don't teach bad children!"

Seeing that he was finally honest, Yang Qingyun looked at Xu Ling and said warmly: "This is the junior brother of the teacher, you will call him uncle, okay, you have been practicing for a short time today, go back and rest first, and come to me tomorrow." ”

"Yes, Master!" Xu Ling responded obediently, raised his hand to take the broken river placed on the stone table, raised his feet and walked outside the pavilion, and when he passed by Jiang Mingyuan's side, he deliberately stopped for a second, and said in a low voice: "Master is mine!"

Jiang Mingyuan didn't expect that this little fart kid would have to emphasize it before leaving, so he was stunned in place for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, the little fart kid had already walked far away with his sword, and he was shocked and pointed to Xu Lingyuan's back, looked at Yang Qingyun, and said sadly: "Where did you pick up this little fart, why are you so ignorant of the rules? If you don't call Uncle Shi, forget it! Dare to call me !!."

"Are you more serious about children?" Yang Qingyun glanced at him expressionlessly, sat down at the table again, poured himself a cup of tea, and then said: "He is only a teenager, what can he understand, and you still believe his words?"

Jiang Mingyuan sat beside him, took a cup and handed it to Yang Qingyun, looked at him with blank eyes, knowing that Yang Qingyun had helplessly poured a cup of tea for him, then he withdrew his hand with satisfaction and said, "I didn't believe it before I met you, but I believed it after I met you!"

Yang Qingyun was choked by him, thinking to himself, can this be the same? He has traveled from modern times, although he has inexplicably become a child's body after coming over, his mental age is really in his twenties! He is older than this Jiang Mingyuan, right? Xu Ling is only thirteen years old, can he compare?

Jiang Mingyuan drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, his eyes slipped to Yang Qingyun's fingers holding the teacup, and first sighed in his heart that my Qingyun's hand is good-looking, and then frowned suspiciously, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why didn't I see you wearing the storage ring I gave you?

"No, I like it!" Yang Qingyun was stunned, and then naturally took the ring out of the game backpack, shook it in front of Jiang Mingyuan's eyes, and then said: "I was busy forgetting about it before, and I didn't think about it for a while." ”

After speaking, Yang Qingyun held the ring in one hand and made a gesture on his left hand, only to feel that the finger seemed to be a little bigger, so he simply put the ring on his index finger.

As soon as the ring was put on, it automatically shrunk a circle, becoming just the right size of Yang Qingyun's index finger, and Yang Qingyun was amazed, turned the ring with his right hand, and asked, "Is this going to recognize the Lord or something?"

"Naturally, I want it!" Jiang Mingyuan nodded, pointed to the ring on Yang Qingyun's hand, and said: "The previous owner of this ring has gone immortal, there should still be things left in it, you only need to drop a drop of your own blood on it, you can make it recognize the owner, and then unless you die, no one can take away the things in your ring." ”

"So good. Yang Qingyun's eyes widened in amazement, and he broke his finger in pain as he said, dripping a drop of blood on the ring.

The blood was instantly absorbed by the ring, leaving no trace, Yang Qingyun waited for a long time, looked at Jiang Mingyuan with a somewhat tangled expression, and said, "How to put this thing in and how to take it out?"

Jiang Mingyuan was stunned, his expression was also entangled, and he said: "I found this ring in the tomb of an unfortunate fallen immortal cultivator, and I don't know how to use it."

Yang Qingyun: ""

In the end, Yang Qingyun sent a messenger to his master, who claimed to be traveling outside and actually flew to the Pure Yang Palace, and asked about the use of the storage ring.

Yuchi Jun first expressed his dissatisfaction with his own apprentice disturbing him, and then marveled at Yang Qingyun actually having such a thing as a storage ring, and then briefly explained the use of the storage ring.

To put it simply, it depends on the mind to put things and the mind to take things.

Yang Qingyun went to a messenger again, and euphemistically said that he had been in the master for so many years, and the master had never taught him how to use his divine sense, so he also asked Yuchijun to carefully explain the use and efficacy of divine sense.

Knowing that he had raised his apprentice for many years, Yu Chijun, who was very guilty in his heart, used a communication talisman to carefully explain his divine sense to Yang Qingyun, and then used a communication talisman to euphemistically say that if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Uncle Nanhe, don't bother to cultivate for the teacher if there is no big matter!

Yang Qingyun rolled his eyes very indecently after hearing the messenger, and wanted to go to the messenger to expose the lie that his master's name was Qing Xiu and he was actually a flirtatious man.

After briefly familiarizing himself with the use of the Divine Sense, and knowing that he could use the Divine Sense accurately, Yang Qingyun sank the Divine Sense into the storage ring in his hand to see what the previous owner of the ring had left in the ring.

There is a lot of space in the ring, and there are a lot of things neatly placed in it, some of which are women's clothes for changing clothes, which are neatly folded and placed in the corner of the ring, and there are a bunch of women's products such as headbands of different colors next to it. It seems that the previous owner of this ring was a sister! Yang Qingyun thought so, turning his divine sense to other places.

In the corner on the other side, there were some sparkling gold, silver and jade, piled up haphazardly, and it was clear that the former owner did not care much about them.

In addition to gold, silver and jade, there are some exercise cheats, gorgeous and exquisite magic weapons, and a small box that is not very inconspicuous.

Yang Qingyun's mind moved, and he directly took out the small box, and his slender fingers touched the patterns all over the box, and with a movement of his fingers, he opened it.