As the sun rises, the wide streets are filled with the warmth of people.

An old man with a twig appeared in the crowd. She hunched her waist and trembled forward, as if she had exhausted her strength with every step.

She was dressed in a mud-stained garment, her face was shriveled and yellow under her gray hair, a hideous scar had sunk from her forehead, and the gang of her shoes had been half peeled off, revealing her mud-stained toes.

She slowly lifted her head, rolled her eyes, and looked around through the dirty, messy hair. Her vision was blurred, and she could only vaguely make out the figures of passers-by, but she couldn't see their faces clearly.

Staggering to a rouge stall, a fat white woman sat on a horse and guarded the stall, behind which a little boy of about five or six years old was squatting on the ground and nibbling on a small crispy melon. She opened her mouth to ask the fat woman who was setting up the stall, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, and her voice was hoarse.

"This lady, the old body wants to inquire about something......"

When the woman saw such an old man, she hurriedly let go of the Maza she was sitting on, and her tone was a little softer, but her words were very crisp. I only heard her smile and said, "Old man, sit down, what do you want to ask?" ”

The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth gratefully, revealing an inconspicuous smile, but did not sit down. After thinking about it for a while, he recounted, "I heard that there is a shop in Kyoto, and people in the pavilion can watch the past...... I've made the trek to come and want it, but I want it......"

Without thinking, the woman knew that the old man was looking for the famous Ruyi Pavilion.

But she also knows that it is not easy to find the subjective past of Ruyi Pavilion, and those who seek it must not only fall in love with the pavilion owner, but also leave their most precious things. In addition, Ruyi Pavilion was famous for murder back then, and there were only a handful of people who could really achieve their wishes in the past few years.

She couldn't bear to say the words of the blow, and seeing the appearance of this old man, she must be very obsessed with what she was asking for, so she sighed secretly, and said: "Ruyi Pavilion is on the next street, follow this street all the way forward, and when you reach the fourth intersection, turn left, walk more than a dozen steps, and you can see Ruyi Pavilion." After that, he added: "The old man is going to go now?" ”

The old man tried to write down the woman's route, and nodded when he heard it. Seeing her nod, the woman turned her head and called out to the little boy who had just finished nibbling on the melon and was about to slip away.

"Rong'er, can you lead this old woman to Ruyi Pavilion?"

The little boy was a little reluctant, only licking the corners of his mouth, and glancing at the crispy melon stall over and over again. The woman glared at her and said, "I'll buy it for you when I come back, so go quickly!" Now he was satisfied, and jumped up and down to the old man, who recognized the child's appearance with a gentle gaze.

The little boy walked in front first, and the old man turned around and solemnly thanked him: "Thank you." The woman smiled and returned the salute.

"Let's go—" The little boy's figure jumped and shouted in this direction.

Seeing the figures of the old and the young gone, the fat white woman sat back on the mazar and began to behave like the other stall owners.

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Inside the Ruyi Pavilion.

The atmosphere that had been frozen at the time of the first reunion had been broken. There was more laughter in the words of the three of them.

"Don't you know that when I first came here with Yuanyuan, the little kid was still awkward, pulling a stinky face all day long, as if someone owed him 180,000 dollars! Hahaha! ”

"And the red jade has no interest, you have to go into the palace to find the little emperor, really! I don't want to let there be so many goblins in the demon world, and I don't know what I like about that little emperor-"

"Oh yes, Yuanyuan cutely cherishes the book you left behind, I read it over and over again every day, I must be thinking about you, ouch - what are you doing covering my mouth! Hmmm......"

Blocking Si Yu's mouth that couldn't stop when he opened the chatterbox, Ye Yuanyuan's face turned red, and he was a little embarrassed.

He did admire Aunt Jing, and the book was signed Qingli, and it was a book written by Aunt Jing herself, and the things recorded in it were better than all the books related to refining weapons that he had browsed. Moreover, the Ye family was originally a refining family, even if he was the only one left, the inheritance of refining weapons should not be cut off from him! In his heart, apart from the Ye family, only Aunt Jing can be regarded as his master.

Aunt Jing is very proficient in refining, and he has only been reading books and exploring by himself for so many years, more or less as a disciple of Jing Qingli's inheritance, but I am afraid that my own ability will not be able to enter my aunt's eyes......

Jing Qingli saw the young man's flickering eyes, so he guessed his mind seven or eight points, and felt a little guilty in his heart, why did he run away to the ice cave with his brain in the first place, and he was absent from Yuanyuan's growth for so many years. No matter how much she regretted it, she asked softly, "What level of weapons can you refine now?" ”

Ye Yuanyuan suddenly came to his senses, and took out weapons from his bracers, of course, the ones he took out were in the best condition.

A pitch-black flying knife, a pair of twin thorns glowing with silver light, a Xiao made of 10,000-year-old cold jade, and a crimson spear.

In addition to the spirit level and super spirit level, generally speaking, the weapons practiced by refiners are divided into four levels from top to bottom: heaven, earth, xuan, and yellow, and there are three grades in the four levels: upper, middle, and lower. The four pieces that Ye Yuanyuan took out, the flying knives and the double thorns were all yellow-level top-grade, and their breath was infinitely close to the Xuan-level; The jade flute and spear are the lower grades of the Xuan level.

Jing Qingli had appreciation on her face and said with a smile: "At a young age, being able to practice Xuan-level inferior grades can be described as excellent." ”

The mainland human race contains the five elements in the body, and most of the ordinary people are mixed bodies with all the five elements, and those who can really become monks are often people with outstanding attribute abilities. The best talent is a single attribute, or two attributes that can help each other, three attributes and four attributes, even if they cultivate, at most they can only stop at building a foundation.

The refiners are those monks with dual attributes of gold and fire, and some also have some earth attributes, but these three-attribute ones are not as high as the achievements of the dual attributes.

Ye Yuanyuan is a dual attribute of gold and fire, without a little impurity, and the two attributes are against each other, which is an excellent physique for refining.

Ye Yuanyuan heard Jing Qingli's agreement, grabbed his hair, and smiled.

However, he quickly put away his smile, and only heard Jing Qingli say: "When you reach the prefecture level, the seal of the cadre ...... It can be unraveled. ”

His eyes were dark, and he took out a sword tightly wrapped in white cloth from his bracers, and held the blade tightly between his hands through the cloth.

The last time he held the sword was five years ago, and it had been silent in his bracers since. He thought that he would be as disgusted and frightened as ever when he picked up this sword again, but now his heart was extremely peaceful.

Ganjun, Ye family.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was determined.

The heirloom sword of the Ye family is guarded by him!

Jing Qingli sighed, and took out a colorful bead from the sleeve that had never been burned, only the size of a fingernail. As soon as her mind moved, the colorful halo on the beads flowed, and a quaint scabbard appeared in her other hand.

The scabbard was three feet long and three inches wide, and it was engraved with mysterious inscriptions and all kinds of wild beasts. It is rumored that the sword-maker first used his cadres to kill countless powerful people in the wilderness, and then used the things captured by the great power to cast a scabbard. Therefore, the complete Cadre Divine Sword contains the sword spirit of the divine power of countless powerful people.

As for how the cadres were damaged and lived in the world, no one knows.

As soon as the sword scabbard appeared, the aura of majestic murder spread, enveloping the entire hall, and there was a tendency to expand outward, and the sword body in Ye Yuanyuan's hand also had a slight resonance.

Jing Qingli frowned, and the bead in his hand rolled down by itself, jumping on the scabbard like a living thing, and the two collided, making a golden sound. The breath seemed to be unwilling, but it also obediently withdrew its arrogance, and let the bead hit up and down, and the sword body that resonated with the scabbard naturally settled down.

"Stop making a fuss." Jing Qingli glanced at the two opposite, and said to the bead in a warm voice.

The bead really stopped, spun around twice in the air, and seemed to be showing off its might, and then it flashed into Jing Qingli's sleeve.

Ye Yuanyuan: "......"

Si Yu: "...... Machine Spirit? ”

Jing Qingli shook her head and replied, "My son." Without meaning to explain, he reached out and handed the scabbard to Ye Yuanyuan.

Ye Yuanyuan took it with a blank hand, and as soon as the scabbard of the sword body approached, the layer of white cloth on the sword body was cut off, revealing a somewhat dull sword body. After that, both of them broke free from Ye Yuanyuan's hands and chased over the hall.

The body of the sword is in front, the scabbard is behind, and there is a constant glow on the scabbard. In the end, the scabbard caught up with the sword body, but the sword body broke free again, and the scabbard followed closely, so that after two or three times, the sword body no longer broke free, and after many years, the two finally merged, let out a clear sound, and slowly fell into Ye Yuanyuan's hands.

How do you feel like the scabbard is coaxing the sword?

The three of them shook off the strange thought that suddenly came to their minds.

Ye Yuanyuan looked down at the cadre in front of him, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Si Yu moved his gaze to Jing Qingli's face, and suddenly said, "Can you change back to your original face?" ”

Jing Qingli was stunned for a moment, only then did she remember that she had changed her appearance this time, and couldn't help but wonder: "I changed my face and hid my gender, how did you recognize me before?" ”

What answered her was a sneer from Si Yu: "You have used this face before, don't you remember who to blame?" ”

Jing Qingli, who was ridiculed, was silent for a moment, and her body began to change.

When Ye Yuanyuan raised his head, it happened that Jing Qingli changed back to his original face.

Silky strands of hair run down the sides of the forehead, and the ends of the hair disappear into the folds of the placket; A pair of willow eyebrows add a hint of heroism, and the peach blossom eyes are clear, but there seems to be a mist around them; The straight bridge of the nose reflects a shadow, and the slightly full lips are a faint pink, which is against the eyes; The face is small, but it is as warm and flawless as a polished jade.

The body has also changed back to its original state, uneven, even though the whole person is wrapped in dusty clothes, it is difficult to hide the stunning color.

The person in front of him faintly coincided with the memory, Ye Yuan was stunned for a moment, and his nose was sour.

"Sure enough, it's still this face that looks pleasing to the eye." Si Yu touched his chin, and his squinting appearance made Jing Qingli speechless for a while.

Suddenly remembering something, Jing Qingli asked, "What's the matter with the Heavenly Sage text on that piece of paper at the door?" And the 'afterlife' I've heard about, can't it be a mirror of the afterlife? Speaking of which, Jing Qingli still has a lot of resentment, if she hadn't been very curious all the way to it, she wouldn't have come in. But it's just a matter of imagining that if she really misses this reunion, she will definitely regret it......

The two heard her mention this, Ye Yuan looked at Si Yu from afar, and Si Yu looked at the door.

Coughing lightly, Si Yu slowly spoke: "Through the tips of last night's death mirror, the destined people who came here today are somewhat related to the Heavenly Sage. ”

"Someone who is destined? Tiansheng ......" Jing Qingli's voice was a little strange.

"Yes," Si Yu was a little puzzled, "but that person is an old lady." ”

Knock, knock, knock,

As soon as Si Yu's words fell, three regular knocks on the door attracted the attention of several people.