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Late autumn is a sad season, the bamboo leaves are falling, the fairy grass is yellow, and outside a withered bamboo forest, Su Ling and his party are standing outside.

"Bajie, is it reliable? Is there really a Spiritual Artifact here? Su Ling rode on his horse and pulled the reins and stopped outside the bamboo forest.

"Of course it's reliable, many psychics in the Spirit Village are here to buy weapons, good quality and low price, this person has been opening a shop for many years, um....at least before I came to the Spirit Village."

Cheap and fine?

Su Ling doesn't like this word, the so-called high quality and low price are just a way to blind the defects in product quality and attract consumers with price advantages.

Of course, in such a time of lack of resources, she is not qualified to pick and choose, the so-called spirit master, as the name suggests, is the master of forging spirit weapons, thousands of ordinary people have the rarity of inspiration, and the spirit weapon master is even rarer, any spirit weapon master will be tried by all forces to win over at all costs, and his status is prominent!

The fact that a spiritual artifact master can have such a treatment is naturally related to its rarity and practicality, and if you want to become a spiritual artifact master, the conditions are extremely harsh.

First of all, it must be its own attribute fire, and secondly, the five elements must be fire at the same time as a little gold attribute, blindly calcining. To consolidate the hardness of the spiritual weapon, both are indispensable.

You must know that the attributes of psychic physique depend on their soul, a soul will always have only one attribute, and it is impossible to have other attributes, so it is basically impossible for a body to have two attributes of different strengths and weaknesses.

Of course, there are no absolutes, and among hundreds of millions of people, there will always be some abnormal souls, and these people with mutated souls have all kinds of strange abilities, and people call these strange people - blood change!

To be honest, Su Ling doesn't know much about such a person, and he hasn't met it, the spirit weapon master is a kind, and the spirit medicine master has the same reason, but there is a trace of wood qi in the fire attribute physique, which is used as a catalyst for refining medicine.

Then the question arises, why would a noble gentleman with a scarce identity and a prominent status live in seclusion in this bamboo forest, not seeking fame and fortune? Su Ling didn't believe it, after all, such a person was pitiful, why was that? That's interesting.

Fang just said that he wanted to find out the magic of this jade pendant, since it is a jade pendant that can accommodate demonic energy, it is definitely not an ordinary mortal thing, if it is not a monster worn by a monster, or it is a spiritual weapon forged by a spiritual weaponist, and there is not much difference between the two, find a spiritual artifact master to see the doorway.

That's why there is this conversation outside the autumn bamboo forest, the person is Xiong Jieba, after all, Su Ling has just come out of the mountains, and he has no connections, and Xiong Jieba is also a half-hanger, only there is a spirit master in the bamboo forest thirty miles away from the Spirit Village.

Yes, something is better than nothing.

Xu Ze is going to follow, who let the jade pendant already grow on him, but Song Wei also insisted on coming, he said that after all, he invited a psychic, the person concerned is not saying that it is not possible, and he is worried that something will happen, and now the murderer is aiming at the target, and one more person will have more strength.

Song Wei ordered his subordinates to tie their horses outside the bamboo forest, and several people walked into the bamboo forest. Late autumn bamboo leaves fall fast, fluttering and sprinkled withered leaves from the air one after another, actually add a bit of poetry, not far away can vaguely see a two-story small attic, is also built by bamboo, the copper bell hanging at the eaves jingles, there is really a bit of seclusion in the mountains and forests do not ask about the world's fan.

A few people stopped in front of the attic, and Xiong Jieba stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?" ”

Inside the door: ......

He stepped forward and knocked again, "Is anyone home, please?" ”

Inside the door: ......

Well, there is no one here at all, so it looks like it is true, you can see the courtyard of the attic through the fence, the fallen leaves are covered with the stone path leading to the hut, and the grape trellis in front of the door is also too long and vertical because no one takes care of it, like an abandoned house.

Su Ling looked at Xiong Jieba expressionlessly, but this look...

Xiong Jieba was anxious: "There are really people, there really are!" The old man must be asleep, so I'll go in and call him!" ”

After all, there must be someone to explore the truth, not Xiong Jieba, but someone else.

That's when ...

As soon as Bajie's legs were placed in the gap between the wood and the wood, his hand was just about to be put on and ready to exert force, but it was really not enough.

- Because a hand took the collar of this guy from behind and pulled it back.

"What are you guys doing sneaking around in front of people's homes! Let's steal something! ”

Damn, what the hell!

Everyone turned their heads in shock, and even Su Ling jumped down, staring behind him - this person didn't make a sound at all when he came?! Even if you are a psychic, you should also breathe and operate the aura when you walk and exercise, but there is no such thing!

The breath hidden is excellent...

So it's no wonder that this person can live in seclusion in the deep forest for many years without being discovered by various family forces, he is really underestimated......

Xiong Jieba was also startled the moment he was dragged, and he couldn't turn around, but he still fell to the ground and turned around.

I saw a white-haired old man, dressed in a chalc-colored burlap coat, and the other holding a hoe, although he was over the age of old, but a pair of old eyes were not turbid at all, the spirit was strong, the spirit was vibrant, and he was full of energy when he spoke, and his voice was like a bell, and there was no old age at all.

Xiong Jieba was stunned, hurriedly got up, and explained: "No, no, we're not thieves, I... I just wanted to make sure there was no one in the house. ”

The old man snorted lightly, obviously not believing in Bajie's pale explanation, he was about to climb over the wall, and he didn't steal something?

He swept Su Ling and his party, ignored them, and walked to the door with a hoe on his own.

"Get up, get out of the way."

Hey, this old man's temper is not small, and his martial arts are good and he looks down on people, isn't it!

But saving lives is important, the face is all insoles, Song Wei stepped forward in a few steps to block the other party's way, and said sincerely: "Old man, we are really not thieves, we really have something to ask for before we take the liberty to bother, this little brother Xiong just now was an unintentional move, and I hope you Haihan." ”

Wow, the people who are officials are different, and they say everything so well~~~

Hearing this, the old man's expression softened slightly, took out the key in his pocket and opened the door, and said as he opened, "Don't stand stupidly, come in." ”

Ah, there's a door to this!

Everyone threw their approval and ..... flying eyes at Song Wei, especially Su Ling, who said in a few minutes: Lord Song, it seems that there is no less sycophancy~~~

Song Wei was speechless, this group of thieves, it's not good to help them get away.

In the bamboo building, most of them are made of bamboo, bamboo tables, bamboo chairs, teacups of bamboo tubes, mats made of bamboo strips, beds made of bamboo nails, and a little fragrance wafting in the green, which is very simple.

The old man put the hoe into the pile of tools and said lightly: "I don't have so many teacups at home, and those who want to drink tea pour it themselves." ”

Xiong Jieba is the least likely to look at the atmosphere, as soon as he sees that there is tea that does not cost money to drink, Ya, there are brown rice crackers on the table!

"Su Ling Su Ling, you see there is free tea to drink, and brown rice crackers!"

Su Ling rolled his eyes fiercely, "Can you have a little bit of interest, you can't die if you don't eat a meal." ”

Xiong Jieba was wronged, "But... But we haven't eaten for a day, and you snatched the chicken legs last night, and I'm so hungry. ”

Although the two of them whispered in low voices, it was clearer in the silent room.

The old man poured himself a cup of tea, and pointed to the brown rice crackers on his plate, "There is nothing to entertain at home, if you don't dislike doing it yourself." ”

Bajie was happy, and the fart passed upside down, and he picked it up and gnawed it.

Su Ling was hungry too, but apparently there was something more important than filling her stomach right now.

"I heard Bajie say, you are a spiritual weapon master?"