Despite his reluctance, Mu Wei, Nie Rong'er, and Nie Tianlei were still left in the cave by Yuanwei, and he took Jing Jing to jump off the bottom of the pool alone.

After inadvertently absorbing the veins of the Yuanwei, the silence was more condensed, and the original cloud-like body was more like a mutton fat-like existence. The dead air no longer lingers on the body, on the contrary, the dead air within a few zhang has been evaded, forming a small clear space.

Jing Jing looked urgent, and constantly directed the direction of Motoo's travel.

The bottom of the pool behind the tide was a mess, and there were many stagnant waters left in those potholes, waiting for the mototail to approach, and they transformed into large and small grimaces and kept crashing and falling. This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to collect stagnant water. But the quiet urgency made Motoo embarrassed to stay.

Two hours later, the fountain of backwater was in sight. Yuanwei never thought that there was such a place in this quiet pool, in the middle of a vast ocean of 100 acres, an underground spring gushed out, and the black stagnant water that rushed up was dozens of zhang high. The spring fell from the sky, and the stagnant water began to ripple in layers.

This is the backwater pool in the very center of Jingtan. Yuanwei didn't dare to get too close to there, but just watched from a distance, searching around along the edge of the pool.

"Daddy, there!" Jing Jing suddenly pointed to the side.

Yuanwei looked closely, and in a place where the bones of beasts were piled up, a pagoda more than a foot high and covered with patina was buried, and a little aura was revealed from the rust, and it didn't look like something that originally existed in the pool.

Yuan Wei slowly approached, except for those broken patinas and a little bit of aura, there was nothing special about the pagoda. He got up and transformed into a human form, took the snake staff and lightly tapped it on the tower.

The bronze tower seemed to have reached a limit, and it could not resist the power of the snake staff at all, and it cracked into countless pieces with a bang, and a comatose person rolled out of the tower.

This is a young woman, dressed in a long white dress, her jet-black hair is tied back and twisted into the shape of clouds on the top of her head, her fair skin can be blown and broken, and her palm-sized melon seed face has exquisite facial features, but at the moment her face is pale and her eyes are closed.

This person Yuanwei knew, he had seen it twice when he had just stepped into the Nanmeng wasteland, and it was the shock of her beauty, Yuanwei still clearly remembered that this person's name was Qian Hongfang, and he was a Haoyang hunter. It's just that two years ago, Qi Hongfang was still in the realm of forging veins and great perfection, and at this time, she had obviously reached the Spirit Gathering Mirror.

Quietly but stubbornly staring at a white flute in Qian Hongfang's hand, his face was full of excitement, "Daddy, it's that short whistle, that's my body!"

Body?Yuan Wei was stunned for a moment, he knew that Jing Jing was just a spirit without a body, since he fused his blood, his body no longer seemed to be a ball of dead air, but it was still ethereal. Could it be that Jingjing's original body was made into a short flute by Qian Hongfang? Yuanwei was a little angry.

He carefully took out the short flute from Qi Hongfang's hand and looked at it carefully, this is a small and exquisite six-hole flute, the mutton fat white jade-like material is warm and moist, and the spiritual power on the fluctuating body is a three-grade spiritual weapon.

Quietly jumped on Yuanwei's shoulder, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Daddy, I want to merge with this Xiao body, and from then on, Xiao will be me, I will be Xiao..."

Yuanwei's heart moved, "Isn't this the fusion method of forging weapons? From then on, you will become a tool soul?! No matter how good the spirit weapon is, it is just someone else's tool!"

smiled quietly: "Daddy, this flute is my body, but I can also transform into a human form." The spirit weapon is a tool for immortal cultivators, that's because the realm of spiritual weapons is too low, if the realm of spiritual weapons is higher than that of immortal cultivators, immortal cultivators can also become tools of spiritual weapons!"

Yuan Wei suddenly brightened, before learning to forge spiritual weapons with Nie Qi, he had some doubts, if the spiritual weapon reaches the level of a divine weapon, the spirit weapon can give birth to the soul of the weapon, if the soul is too powerful, it can dominate the use of the spirit weapon, so as to eat its master, from the tool to the master. The quiet explanation confirmed this inference, and it seems that in addition to nurturing the soul of the instrument, the forging also needs to inhibit the growth of the soul.

So it seems that if you quietly integrate into the short flute, then this short flute can become a divine weapon!

"Is there really nothing wrong with this short flute?" Motoo gently tapped the flute with his fingernails.

"No problem, with my own senses, this is the body I have been looking for all my life. Daddy will protect me from the Dharma, and I will blend in!" said quietly.

Motowei couldn't refuse, he watched Jing Jing turn into a stream of dead air and burrow into the short flute, the short flute trembled, and the body of the flute gradually turned from pure white to gray and finally turned to pitch black.

"Kakaka" There was a small cracking sound, and countless spiderweb-like splinters appeared on the short flute.

"Daddy help me!" came a quiet, anxious voice from inside the flute.

"How can I help?

"Daddy dripped your blood on Xiao..."

Without hesitation, Motoo bit his fingers and dripped his blood on the flute one by one. The flute was moisturized, the crack healed little by little, and the color gradually faded, from pitch black to gray and finally to pure white.

An hour later, the pure white flute continued to transform, and finally turned into a four or five-year-old girl, looking at Yuanwei with a strange face. This child is as cute as a pink carving, and there are shadows of Yuanwei and Qian Hongfang on that little face.

"Daddy, I have a body!" the girl jumped into Motoo's arms in surprise.

"Hey..." A sigh came from behind them, and Yuan Wei quietly retreated a few feet away, only to find that the originally unconscious Qian Hongfang had woken up, looking at them with a complicated face.

"Daddy, I'm so familiar with this person..."Jing Jing looked confused.

"Because, your body... There's a part of me!" Qian Hongfang looked helpless.

It turned out that this short flute was a spiritual weapon refined by Qian Hongfang herself. The Qi family is also a master of forging, of course, the cultivation of forging is much higher than that of Nie Qi. Qian Hongfang was deeply influenced by refining weapons since she was a child, and vowed to spend her life forging a spiritual weapon of her own, so she took out one of her ribs and forged it into a short flute. The spirit weapon has been completed, but the soul is missing. Qian Hongfang overheard that a spirit of death had been bred in the quiet pool, so she came here to search for it and refine it into a soul.

The spirit of death is naturally the best choice as a short flute soul, and the flute is pronounced with qi, the sound is out, and the instrument moves. The encounter between Jing Jing and the short flute can be said to be a match made in heaven, and it is a great opportunity for Jing Jing.

However, Qi Hongfang was not lucky, she searched in Jingtan for several days but found nothing, and also encountered a backwater tide that occurs once in a thousand years. Seeing that she couldn't avoid the backwater waves, she had to hide like a pagoda spiritual weapon. The artifact was eroded by stagnant water, and he fell unconscious. Until the arrival of the tail and quietly.

After listening to Qian Hongfang's explanation, Yuan Wei still hugged Jing Jing tightly, "Your short flute has become a quiet body, and it is impossible for you to take it back." However, I can compensate you somewhat. ”

"Quietly take your blood for blood, but also mine for bones. Following you is not conducive to her growth. Although the flute is a spiritual weapon, it is a part of my body. Therefore, Jing Jing is like my child, if she follows me, I will help her to cultivate, so as to get rid of the identity of the spirit weapon and become a real immortal cultivator. Qian Hongfang's face was calm, and she patiently explained.

"I can also help Jingjing cultivate! Jingjing is also my child, she calls me daddy, you also heard..."Yuan Wei disagreed, he was very resistant to the identity of the hunter of Haoyang in the red fang.

"But Jingjing is a girl, and his following you is not conducive to her growth. Don't worry, if you follow me quietly, I will be her mother..."

"Mother!" called out quietly in Yuanwei's arms.

"Hmm..."Qian Hongfang's face turned red, and the twenty-year-old Huanghua girl was called her mother, which really made her a little unbearable.

Yuan Wei was in trouble for a while, and he naturally believed everything that Qian Hongfang said, which could be confirmed from his quiet reaction. It's just that through just a few days of contact, the quiet cuteness and innocence make him unable to let go.

"Jingjing, who do you say you want to follow?" Finally, Motoo asked helplessly.

"Can't Daddy and Mother be together?" quietly tilted her head to look at it, she had a strong dependence on Yuanwei and Qi Hongfang, and she couldn't choose.

"Within a hundred years, I can let Jing Jing step into the Soul Condensing Realm as an immortal cultivator, can you?"

"Can't..."Yuanwei's ultimate goal is to refine the bone mirror and take out the bones on his body, as for the soul condensing realm, he doesn't dare to hope for it.

In the end, Motoo still gave up the scramble for Jingjing.

Qian Hongfang was naturally very satisfied, and she generously gave Yuanwei a disc, saying that it contained a simple teleportation formation, as long as the spiritual power was input, several people could be moved outside the Jingtan. She also told Yuan Wei that this Jingtan was surrounded by Haoyang hunters, and no one could leave Jingtan with the stagnant water. Moreover, soon, the Haoyang hunters will besiege Yanjun City, and if they want to survive, it is best to hide in the barren mountains and wilderness.

"Jingjing, I will listen to your mother's words in the future..."Yuan Wei watched the figure of Qian Hongfang walking farther and farther away in his arms, and couldn't help but admonish loudly.

"Noise!" Qian Hongfang finally couldn't hold back the grievance and anger in her heart, and waved a lightning bolt on Yuanwei's body, knocking him out of the way.

"I actually named this child Jingjing!" Qian Hongfang secretly scolded Yuanwei in her heart, what name is not good, if Xiao Jing doesn't pronounce it, is it still Xiao?!