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He placed the five flying knives in front of him, measured them carefully, and after repeated observations, he finally determined, "There is no doubt that it is a magic weapon." "And it's not low-grade.

It's just that Lin Ning doesn't understand the magic weapon, so he can't see why, but he can prove that this weapon is well preserved, if he is not a monk, he must be a person who understands the way of refining weapons.

Tu Xiongcheng kept claiming that it was a strange thing handed down from his ancestors, but he couldn't tell where the strangeness was. I always felt that this thing was not very ordinary, otherwise his father would not have preserved it like this.

This made Lin Ning amused, of course they didn't understand, this was no more than ordinary swords and clubs, this was a special magic weapon for monks, a weapon that only those with spiritual power could drive.

How could mortals use it?

What Lin Ning cares about is another thing, whether it is a weapon or a magic weapon, it has a shelf life after all, just like an ordinary sword, it will always rust and dull if it is not sharpened for a long time, and this magic weapon is the same.

But if it goes back to the ancestors of Tuxiong City, I don't know if it was hundreds of years ago, but this thing is still new, which has to make Lin Ning feel strange.

Actually, this thing Tu Xiongcheng was not given to Lin Ning, listening to his father's meaning, he hoped that Lin Ning, as an immortal, could peek through the mystery of this thing and see if it had any effect.

As mortals, there must be many things they can't do, so they want to ask themselves.

Secretly pondering, Lin Ning felt that this might be an opportunity, if he could find this person, give him some benefits, let him build a set of magic weapons for himself, or understand a thing or two, it is better than not doing anything at all.

"Well, maybe." He nodded to himself, carefully put away the flying knife, and went out, all the way east, to the mansion of Tu Xiong City, visited the door, and saw his father Tu Wanzhong.

Tu Wanzhong is tall, fat, and has a lot of meat on his face, and he is a big fat man. After his father's warm hospitality, Lin Ning finally took the opportunity to get to the point.

"Lord Wang, this is the artifact you entrusted to Tu Gongzi, I don't understand the artifact, and I can't see through the authenticity of this thing." As he spoke, Lin Ning took out the box and handed it back to Tu Wanzhong.

His face wrinkled, and he said with a smile: "Let the Immortal Master bother," but a trace of loss flashed in his eyes inadvertently.

"But ......" Lin Ning rubbed his chin and muttered: "Ling Zai is puzzled, if this thing is really as Tu Gongzi said, it has been handed down by the prince's father, can it really be preserved for so many years?" ”

"Ugh." Tu Wanzhong suddenly sighed, waved his hand and said: "This matter, it's a long story, this thing is indeed handed down from the father's generation, and it is also the ancestor of this king, and it has been passed down, but this thing is a bad omen!" ”

"This ...... What do you mean by that? Lin Ning frowned, finding that things were not as simple as he imagined.

I only heard Tu Wanzhong say, "The ancestor loved to dance and play with swords all his life, especially the sword and sword, which made him love it, this thing was a gift from a friend of the rivers and lakes he made when he was young, he saw five flying knives, and the appearance of the exquisite carving was very peculiar, so he stayed." Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for the ancestor to go crazy, and it became a strange story in the mansion at that time. Finally, when the ancestor died, he left his last words, he must pass on this thing, otherwise he will die without rest. ”

After listening, Lin Ning raised his eyebrows and said, "Then who usually keeps this thing?" ”

"It was a steward in the house, and since his death a young steward has taken over the work. It was usually kept in the storage room, sealed intact, and no one except the steward asked about it. Seeing that he asked in such detail, Tu Wanzhong immediately thought that he knew something, so he asked: "If the Immortal Master is interested, you can go and see it at any time." ”

Lin Ning pondered for a while and said, "It's okay, I'll bother the prince." ”

He waved his hand magnificently, "Immortal Master Lin, where is it, if the Immortal Master can figure out the mystery of this thing, it can be regarded as a piece of my butcher's heart, then, without further ado, let's go and take a look at it." ”

As he spoke, the two got up and walked all the way, bypassing the courtyard, passing by the promenade, talking and laughing, and they had already stepped in front of an attic.

Lin Ning looked at it, the attic has two floors, the door tiles are gray, and the walls are a little peeling, it should not be a short time to build this age, and the building is already full of green and green, and the weeds around are growing wildly.

didn't have any name, but seeing that the light inside was not good, Lin Ning shook his head and walked in. That Tu Wanzhong hesitated, and said with a smile: "Immortal Master Lin, I'll stop here, if the Immortal Master has any orders, you can send the people in the mansion." ”

"Huh?" He saw that Tu Wanzhong's eyes were a little evasive when he looked at the attic, and he immediately looked for curiosity, so he quietly let go of his heart and leaned into the house.

In broad daylight, the building was extremely dark, and under the opening of his mind, Lin Ning found that this building was quite gloomy and barren, and immediately understood why Tu Wanzhong was so afraid.

This kind of yin qi is the breath that can only be emitted by a dead place such as a mass grave, and the living people are afraid when they approach it, of course.

After understanding, he nodded, "There is Lord Lao, since this is the case, the prince will go and busy with you." ”

Tu Wanzhong saluted, handed the box to Lin Ning, and left in a hurry.

"What a bad omen." Lin Ning touched the delicate wooden box, no longer thinking, carrying his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked in.

Seeing that he was full of confidence, in fact, his mind was as tight as a string, and the moment he stepped into the attic, although he was very unaware, he still felt a faint aura.

"Who?" In the emptiness, there was a burst of aftersound.

Lin Ning saw that a pale gray-robed Confucian slowly walked down from the upper floor, this Confucian seemed to have just had a serious illness, skinny, on the face, there was no blood, step by step, Lin Ning was worried about whether he would suddenly fall to the ground.

"In Xia Linning, in the name of the prince, I came to return the five flying knives, by the way, I want to ask the steward here, can I meet one or two?" When Lin Ning said the word flying knife, he found that his gaze changed slightly, although it was not easy to notice, but he still caught it.

"Ahem!" He held a scroll in his hand, coughed twice, and his voice was weak, "It turned out to be a distinguished guest of the prince, who missed the distance, and hoped to forgive his sins, and here is the manager of Mucheng, I don't know what you want to ask." ”

"Since you are a distinguished guest, shouldn't you be invited into the interior and discuss in detail?" Lin Ning didn't take advantage of this to play a big name, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did this person quietly block his way in three or two steps from the moment he appeared and spoke.

Apparently they didn't want him to move on.

Is there some hidden secret in it?

Hearing this, Mu Cheng coughed violently a few times, a sickly flush appeared on his face, and he said, "This ...... Well, well, since you want to see what is going on, then please......"

Saying that, Mu Cheng got out of the way, and when Lin Ning slowly walked up the stairs, a terrifying roar came from the attic, which made Mu Cheng's face pale, and he didn't care about Lin Ning, and hurriedly rushed upstairs.

Lin Ning followed, and when he saw this scene, his face turned ugly......