The night dew is frosty, the weather gradually changes, extending towards autumn and winter, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled, and the night sky is more transparent.

In the living room on the second floor of Qingyaoxuan, Qing Ling'er and Mo Lao sat opposite each other on the sofa, and the coffee table in front of them was covered with a layer of dirty white cloth, lonely and lonely, which seemed extremely incongruous compared to the decoration of the whole room.

"Grandpa Mo, can you tell what kind of material this is woven from?"

Qing Ling'er kept stroking back and forth on the white cloth with both hands, trying to draw conclusions from touching the material and texture.

At this time, Qing Ling'er was also a little confused, and began to suspect that this inexplicable induction did not know whether it was reliable or not.

"I think it's like the silk spit out by the silkworm of the Nine Heavens Galaxy, and it seems to be the silk spit out by the silkworm of the Nine Styx, it's hard to judge the specifics. ”

Mo Lao picked up a corner and tore it hard, but to no avail, the rags were lying there alone, still the same as before, dirty, and incomprehensible, Mo Lao was surprised and puzzled, and judged ambiguously.

"Grandpa Mo, did you say this is a treasure?"

Qing Ling'er began to feel that the appraisal of the Supreme Auction House was correct, even if it was a little off, at best, it was a slightly stronger and somewhat dirty coffee table cloth, because it was covered on their coffee table, the size was just right, except for the dirty ones, there was no discrepancy in any place.

"Girl, it's definitely a treasure, and it's a priceless treasure!"

The more Mo Lao came into contact with it, the more shocked he became, he could now be sure that the raw material of this rag was definitely the silk spit out by one of the two divine objects, and it was not easy to determine which kind of silk it was.

In fact, the origin of the silk spit out by these two divine objects happens to be mutually restrictive, the heavenly silk is the thing of the yang, and the netherworld silk is the thing of the yin, one yin and one yang, it should be easy to judge, and now it is difficult to have no energy fluctuations on the rag, and I can't feel any attributes at all, let alone the origin.

"Girl, you've picked up the treasure, hurry up and try it with blood, I don't think it's its first form. ”

Mo Lao stood up excitedly when he thought of the Heavenly Silk and the Netherworld Silk, he suddenly reacted, and guessed a possibility, that is, this rag is not its original face, it should be covered up by something, hiding its true face, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that it is possible, his blood is boiling, he took Qing Ling'er's hand and prepared to bleed, any of these two kinds of silk are rare artifacts!

Qing Ling'er was taken aback by Mo Lao's actions, but when she heard the words priceless treasure, she was also very excited, as long as it was a treasure, it was normal to recognize the owner with blood, and what to be afraid of losing some blood, she would make up for it after a night's rest, and hurriedly followed Mo Lao's demeanor, raising her hands high to cooperate.

No wonder Qing Ling'er is so happy, it's really this girl who is too bitter, when she first came, the treasures came to the door one after another, before she could cover the heat, before she could explore clearly, overnight, all disappeared without a trace, even the elixir she had worked so hard to pick was taken away, everything happened too suddenly, and there was no place to cry.

Now, Qing Ling'er has nothing to do with her at all, and she can't afford to eat, let alone a simple storage ring for storing daily necessities, that kind of tall thing, Qing Ling'er is in trouble, and she doesn't know where to search.

At this time, hearing Mo Lao's affirmative words, how could she not be excited, if it weren't for the pattern, she would have danced on the street for three days and three nights to celebrate.

"Wait!

Qing Ling'er was ready and began to cut her fingers to bleed, and suddenly heard Mo Lao on the side shouting loudly, startled, and scared Qing Ling'er's heart to burst.

"Girl, don't be in a hurry to recognize the lord first, Grandpa Mo will go to the next soul defense shield first, in case it is a great treasure, the breath leaks, and it must not cause unnecessary trouble. ”

Qing Ling'er nodded again and again, thinking that what Mo Lao said was too right, she was most afraid of trouble coming to the door now, this is really an old man, if there is a treasure, if Mo Lao doesn't remind her, she will definitely be stupid and directly drop blood to recognize the master, at that time, I'm afraid it's too late to regret it.

Mo Lao's right index finger was a little in the center of his eyebrows, and a white light flashed, turning into a white gauze, and the wheel was covered in the living room, wrapped just right, so that Qing Ling'er, who was worried about what Mo Lao said, suddenly put her heart in her stomach, and without waiting for Mo Lao's reminder, she quickly cut her finger, and the blue-red blood flowed down her fingers, drop by drop, hitting the dirty, almost indistinguishable white rags.

As soon as the blood was stained with the rags, it disappeared in an instant, and the results were immediate, and at the same moment, the rags flew up from the coffee table and stuck to Qing Ling'er's bleeding fingers, a huge suction force filled, and the rags flew up to the sky, as if they were about to rush out of the Qingyao Xuan, but they were blocked by the prescient Mo Lao, his old man's soul shield, and stopped in the air.

Qing Ling'er's blood was like a fountain, quickly spurted out, sprayed on the rags in the air, staining the entire rag red, Qing Ling'er staggered down on the sofa due to excessive blood loss, opened her eyes with difficulty, stared directly at the blood-red rags in the air, and did not move.

At the same time, a cyan light emanated from Qing Ling'er's body, faint, and the wheel covered Qing Ling'er's whole body.

Mo Lao couldn't figure out the situation, and was about to step forward to cover Qing Ling'er with a fur blanket, and just as he was about to ask Qing Ling'er's condition, he was hit by a blood-red light that hit the soul shield.

The blood-red rag was covered by a blood-red light wheel, the rag seemed to be conscious, and when it was determined that there was only one Qing Ling'er left in the space, it began to emit a more dazzling red light, and at the same time began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye, faintly visible from a rectangular rag to a blood-red ribbon, and finally directly turned into a big red, red purple, which had black and white two colors followed by flashing, it didn't last long, it was replaced by red light, the whole ribbon was completely red, and the red light flashed, wrapping around Qing Ling'er lying on the sofa, pulling it into the air。

The red light flashed and flashed, and the cyan light on Qing Ling'er's body corresponded to each other, the moment the two rays of light touched, the entire two-story building began to shake, and the two rays of light did not give in to each other, as if they were competing for the primary and secondary, and finally Qingmang was better, and the red light began to converge.

Qing Ling'er's pale cheeks began to become rosy after blood loss, and finally fell slowly, standing on the coffee table, the red light disappeared, a red ribbon was revealed in the air, one end stretched towards Qing Ling'er, and in the last flash, it turned into a red lanyard and tied it to Qing Ling'er's right wrist.

The green mangs on Qing Ling'er's body also disappeared at the moment when the red mangs disappeared, Qing Linger held her head in her hands, her consciousness began to return, her mind ached, and finally fainted on the coffee table.

Mo Lao withdrew the soul shield, hurriedly stepped forward to check, and sensed that there was no big problem with Qing Ling'er, but the soul had not awakened, and there was too much information inherited, and it was impossible to digest it for a while, so he no longer worried, stepped forward to pick it up, and put it in the bedroom.

Mo Lao didn't expect that Qing Ling'er would have such a creation, if he was not mistaken, the rag should be the ancient period, the third ranked Feng Tianya on the artifact list, it is said that it is woven by the combination of Heavenly Silk and Netherworld Silk and Heavenly Phoenix Tendons, and then it was watered by the blood of the ancestral phoenix, and finally after the ninety-nine heavenly tribulations, unless the person with the atmospheric luck is added, and he must also have the blood of the Wind Clan, he will not be able to recognize the Lord successfully.