It rained for two days in a row, the road was slippery and muddy, and when Ye Xinling returned home, her shoes and skirt were covered with mud.

"Little uncle, I'm back." When Ye Xinling saw the locked door, she remembered that her little uncle was still a "guest" at her house.

She snorted and opened the door.

The yard is not big, and the carvings on the beams have been somewhat peeled, although old, but not broken. The place is cleaned up, and the flowers and trees in the yard are also full of life.

A pergola was also built among the flowers, and a book was placed on a low table under the shed.

That book was "Martial Arts" that her little uncle was reading recently.

"Martial Theory" is a military book, which was left by the ancestors. This ancestor, who was extremely cultivated by Emperor Wuguo, was named the Marquis of Shengwu to guard the party, but unfortunately he was later killed by traitors, and the Ye family also moved back to their ancestral home from the capital.

After two hundred years of ups and downs, all that was left in the end was a pile of books in this courtyard and a few acres of fertile land.

Ye Xinling put the book back into the book basket, where her uncle taught her to read and write since she was three years old. At that time, he was only a thirteen-year-old boy, and he was still in the period of changing his voice, and when his peers were still playing in the fields, he carried the family on his shoulders.

Ye Xinling originally didn't belong here, but a chance accident made her Ye Xinling, and she didn't want to mention the past anymore.

When she came here, there were only two of them in this courtyard, she was one year old, and her little uncle was eleven years old.

Now she is fourteen and he is twenty-four.

She has accepted Ye Xinling's identity very calmly, perhaps because there is a little uncle here who loves her and loves her. The little uncle was gifted and intelligent, and he had the opportunity to worship the masters, but in order to take care of her, he resolutely decided to stay in this remote mountain village.

She can not care about anything and not allow others to hurt him!

Ye Jia......

Ye Zi tried his best to be selected as a jade building, but he didn't know that there was more than one such a jade building in the Qinshi Mansion, and there was more than one such a jade building in the world.

Ye Xinling hit the wardrobe and took out a letter of recommendation from the bottom. This letter of recommendation has been pressed at the bottom of the box for half a year, and she originally thought that it would always be at the bottom of the box, but she didn't expect it to see the light of day so soon.

She flicked the letter foot, and there was a stamp stamped there, and this stamp stamped a round cloud pattern, and four words were written in it: God walks the world.

If anyone is here, they will be surprised to see this letter of recommendation. Shenxing Tianxia is one of the six major forces in the Tianxing Continent, above the country.

The founder of the Divine Movement World, but one of the few powerhouses in the Returning Realm on the mainland.

She actually has such a letter of recommendation in her hand, compared to the world of gods, Ruyulou, which is quite famous in Qinshi Mansion, can only be regarded as third-rate, or even not in the stream.

Why did she give up the best?

Ye Xinling actually doesn't have much ambition for cultivation, once she joins the Shenxing World, she is likely to be transferred to other regions and countries, so she has to be separated from her little uncle for a long time, so she chose Ruyulou, which is also in Qinshifu.

However, there are always accidents in this world.

It's ridiculous, when the Marquis of Shengwu was high and powerful, the group of people in the clan stuck behind one by one to flatter and flatter, and now they can't wait to drive her uncle and nephew out of Qingyang County.

Ye Xinling suddenly remembered a sentence: "Fists are power." ”

She looked at her fist. "From today on, I want you to become strong, and whoever dares to bully will be punched back."

How great the strength is, how much power to speak.

Maybe she shouldn't have chosen Ruyulou from the beginning. However, she must go to the ring competition, she wants to give Ye Zi an unforgettable memory, this is her return gift.

Ye Xinling simply packed her bags, and then took off the copper bell hanging from her waist.

She injected spiritual power into the copper bell, and the copper bell the size of a fingernail made a clear bell sound, and layers of faint light slowly waved, and the aura in the golden light was full of energy, and it merged into an immortal crane and rui beast floating in the air.

The copper bell is overflowing and gradually getting bigger.

The shape of the copper bell is a bit special, there are two layers, the outermost is a hollow pattern, it looks like a bare tree, the branches are criss-crossed, only the branch closest to the trunk hangs two or three small leaves.

The second layer is embedded in the first layer, the first layer is just a hollowed-out ball, and the second layer is the shape of a bell. There are hair-thin lines engraved on it, like a formation and something else, Ye Xinling has studied it for a long time and has not seen a reason.

The copper bell has been hanging on her body since the moment she came, and it is the only thing left by Ye Xinling's father.

She pasted the letter of recommendation on the brass bell, and a strange scene happened, the letter of recommendation was suddenly sucked into the space of the copper bell, lying quietly in a corner.

She took out another low-grade spirit stone and pasted it on the copper bell.

The golden light on the copper bell seemed to have been summoned by something, beating happily, and the immortal crane beast fused into a golden dragon head, and the dragon head swallowed the spirit stone in one bite, and the spiritual energy on all sides was also inhaled by it.

Ye Xinling's hand was on the faucet, conveying spiritual power. A moment later, a small ball of light was born between the dragon horns, and in the light cluster, a low-grade spirit stone was slowly taking shape!

After a dragon groan, the light quickly dimmed, the dragon head spit out the spirit stone that was swallowed, the copper bell also shrank to the size of a fingernail, Ye Xinling's face turned a little pale, and the spiritual power in her body was swept away.

"If you break through to the late stage of air entrainment, it is estimated that you can get together once in ten days, right?" She pinched the two spirit stones and smiled with satisfaction.

This smile, the immature smiling face is like a budding little flower, it is very beautiful.

She put away the copper bell, this copper bell looks inconspicuous, except for the complicated process, it is no different from other bells, but no one expected that it was actually a treasure bell! In addition to treasures, it can also be used as storage space.

Her current cultivation can only open one grid, and the grid in this space is not large, but it is enough for her to put many things.

For example, a letter of reference; For example, the spirit beads and spirit stones she has gathered over the years.

Ye Xinling put the two lower grade spirit stones in his hand into the bell and meditated to restore his spiritual power.

Jubao is very spiritual energy-consuming, with her current cultivation, she can only gather once every half a month, and she can only give birth to a low-grade spirit stone each time.

She has studied the method of opening the treasure bell since she was ten years old, and now in four years, she has only accumulated eighty yuan, of which more than ten yuan is the reward she received when she helped Uncle Wang deliver letters.

Eighty low-grade spirit stones is already a lot of wealth for ordinary people, but it is still too little for Ye Xinling, she has always wanted to buy a good spirit weapon for her little uncle Ye Rongzhi.

The price of a superb treasure weapon in Wanbaolou is at least a few hundred spirit stones, not to mention a low-grade spirit weapon.

Ye Xinling opened her eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity, she looked at the sky, pinned the only green steel sword to her waist, closed the courtyard door and walked towards Qingyang County.

Tomorrow's ring will start at Chenshi, Qingyun Mountain is nearly two hundred miles away from the county seat, and it is best for her to reach the county seat before the city gate closes tonight.

She took out a paper spirit crane from the treasure bell, and a spirit trick was punched into the paper spirit crane, the palm-sized paper crane seemed to come to life, flapping its wings and quickly becoming larger, Ye Xinling jumped on the crane's back and flew towards the county seat.

The paper crane is a very common means of transportation, it can only fly up to 500 meters high, and the speed is not very fast, which belongs to the most expensive flying magic weapon.

This is just a gift from her uncle on Ye Xinling's twelfth birthday, she has always been reluctant to use it, and only occasionally uses it when she helps Uncle Wang deliver letters.

On the way, there were occasional sword lights flying by, and Ye Xinling would look up from time to time, and the flying sword could only be used if it turned into a qi realm.

When she arrived at the county seat, it was already slightly dark, and she stared at the ring on the east side of the county seat, taking a deep breath and looking down at her fist.

Tomorrow.

Ye Zi, we'll see you tomorrow.