"More than two thousand years, so old?" exclaimed Binglin.

"Sister Lin, do you want to touch it?" Jiang Shan said proudly.

"Is it okay?" Bing Lin said as she looked at Ah Jing.

Miss Jing put the sword from her side to Binglin's eyes and nodded.

Bing Lin took it towards the sword body: "This, is it sticky?"

"Hahaha, Sister Lin, this sword is very heavy, you try again. ”

Ah Jing also smiled and said nothing.

Bing Lin took it with both hands, but she couldn't pick it up. I had to give up.

"Why is it like it's glued to the bed?"

"Look at me!" Jiang Shan made a good stride, rubbed his hands, held his breath, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands.

His face turned red, and he finally lifted his sword.

Seeing the limit, Ah Jing stretched out his hand and took the sword. Jiang Shan sat directly on the bed, sweating profusely and panting.

Miss Jing said: "This sword is a magic weapon, called 'One Finger'. You are not enough Qi Hai now, and when you cultivate to a certain level, you will be the same as me when you hold it in your hand. ”

"Sister Lin, Sister Jing lied to you. ”

"Even if your Qi Hai cultivates like Sister Jing, you... You still can't hold this sword!" Jiang Shan said.

Binglin's face was black: "Uh, okay..."

Miss Jing glared at Jiang Shan and said disgustedly, "Can you shut up and stop for a while?"

"I don't speak, I'm uncomfortable!" Jiang Shan protested.

"Is this sword recognizing its owner as it says on TV?"

"What is TV?" Jiang Shan asked: "It's not like this, this sword doesn't recognize the owner, it's my sister Jing's natural strength, which is stronger than my father's!"

Ah Jing's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to incite it, but he was dodged by Jiang Shan again and hid behind Binglin.

"Then if Qi Hai also reaches a certain level, will my strength become infinitely powerful?"

Ah Jing replied: "Theoretically, this is the case, and at that time, I also realized the mystery of four or two thousand catties. ”

Bing Lin looked at Lao Feng, who was still sleeping, clenched her fists confidently and said, "If that's the case, even if someone asks Lao Feng for trouble in the future, I can punch them all down!"

"And me! Whoever beats my apprentice, I'll beat his ass and blossom!" Jiang Shan said with an oath.

The three of them chatted about their interests again.

Binglin learned a lot of things from Ah Jing and Jiang Shan that Wei Xiaomo hadn't told her, of course, mainly because Jiang Shan said it, and Ah Jing occasionally corrected it.

For example, their Jiang family and the Wei family are world friends, and they can't remember how many generations they can count forward.

The Wei family is a family of decoction medicine, and the profession of the decoction family is called pharmacist. And the Jiang family is a smelting family and is called an alchemist.

Apothecaries are almost all family traditions, so they are extremely rare, and alchemists are almost everywhere.

What's more important is that the pharmacist can take a shortcut for cultivators.

Countless cultivators, even if they risk taking the wrong medicine and their souls will be scattered, they are like moths and choose this path one after another.

The practice of pure suffering is unbearable torture for many living beings.

And the alchemist only provides the cultivator with external assistance, such as a handy spiritual weapon.

Of course, in addition to cultivators, agricultural, household, and military all need to use their equipment to provide convenience and assistance.

Miss Jing also told Bing Lin that the Lost Mountain was under the jurisdiction of Cold Spring City, but as early as many years ago, Cold Spring City ignored this place, not because Cold Spring City was more than a thousand kilometers away from the Lost Mountain, but because the entire Lang Valley, which has 100,000 mountains, is just a back garden-like hunting ground in Cold Spring City.

When the three people outside were pushing the cups and changing the lamps, the bearded man dragged out the internal organs that the Taoist chief wanted.

After the introduction, the bearded man didn't say a word, and when he picked up his wine glass, he said that he would be punished three glasses if he was late.

The old man happily took out several bamboo cans from his arms, which were still steaming dishes. And that palm-sized gourd can always fill everyone's wine glass.

The bearded man said, "Those two buddies in the hot spring are still inside, I told them to come out and drink some together." ”

The Taoist chief coughed and said, "You decorate some wine, this wine is good wine, where can they eat it now." ”

The bearded man agreed, poured two large bowls of wine, and went.

Li Gang and the wasp in the hot spring were curled up in a ball and shivering at this time. The bearded man could feel the chill even if he didn't get close.

The bearded man helped the two of them up: "This wine was given by the newcomer Uncle Jiang, and it will be much better if you drink it, and the Taoist chief will be half better." When you get better, remember to say more good things to Uncle Jiang when the time comes, maybe there will be a way to help you. ”

The two of them just kept shivering and nodded with difficulty.

After feeding the two of them all night, the bearded man sighed and returned to the stone table.

The bearded man took a drink to himself and said, "Master, do you also drink as a monk?"

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha stays in his heart, you see that the poor monk drinks wine, but the poor monk drinks happy. After the monk raised his glass to everyone, Xiao Mi said.

Jiang Lao was still dressed happily, looked at Bi Fangrou on the ground suspiciously, and said to the bearded man, "What is this going to do?"

The Taoist chief simply said that he invited the god to come up and invite the king of the stove the day before, and promised to give him incense every day if he survived.

"Oh, that's what I want, the legend is that the Lord of the Stove has a small temper, but he has a good memory, and he really can't forget this, so it's better to draw a portrait of the Lord of the Stove now." ”

Old man Jiang took out the four treasures of the study from his arms, and the bearded man and the monk cleaned up half of the stone table for Jiang Lao's portrait.

The bearded man asked while eating and drinking, "Uncle Jiang, why is it that you have in your arms like a pocket of Dora Dream, you can take out whatever you want?"

Old man Jiang took out a two-palm-sized purse from his arms and said, "Is this the pocket you said about Dora Dream?"

Only then did the three of them understand that they had containers and bags similar to ritual weapons.

The bearded man shook his head with bright eyes and said, "No, Uncle Jiang, you are much more advanced than him." ”

Old man Jiang painted quickly, and in less than three minutes, a portrait of the king of the stove with the title "East Kitchen Si Ming Jiuling Yuan Wang Dingfu Shenjun" was completed with a three-foot-long and two-foot-wide portrait.

The monk raised his thumb and said, "Your painting of the Lord of the Stove is lifelike, the most expressive I have ever seen!"

The bearded man leaned over and said, "This is going to be auctioned, at least one million!

Old man Jiang said with a smile: "Lord Stove is a master who loves to eat and is very good at eating, and it is always inconvenient to have a beard. ”

"That's right. ”

The Taoist chief looked at Old Man Jiang and put away the four treasures and asked, "Uncle Jiang, how can you get the rune paper and cinnabar magic tools used in the talisman?"

"Oh, you want it, when we get to the town, maybe there will be a store for sale, if not, I'll find a way for you. ”

"Thank you Uncle Jiang for that. The Taoist chief said with a sigh of relief.

Old man Jiang waved his hand and said to the Dao Chief, "Dao Chief, come, drink more." ”

The four of them gathered around again and began to push the cup and change the lamp, you come and go. The conversation was basically asked by three people, and Jiang Lao knew all of them.

I learned a lot of things from Jiang Lao that have been bothering everyone, such as: The light of the waning moon is not dim as everyone sees, but everyone has not yet come out of the black forest to adapt, and after adapting, the day is day, and the waning moon is also full, but the process is extremely long. After getting used to it, you will feel dazzling when you look at the waning moon.

For Jiang Shan, he was able to adapt three months after coming out of the Black Forest.

The four of them were drinking, and Binglin and Jiang Shanzui were not idle.

Ah Jing took out a lot of food and put it in front of him, but he occasionally took a bite of it.

But Binglin has been smiling happily and never stopping.

The words kept repeating, "Wow, this is the best food I've ever tasted, and the one just came in second!"

After eating and drinking, Bing Lin propped up one hand on the bed like a pregnant pregnant woman, rubbed her stomach with one hand and said, "Sister Jing, your family can't make food, it's all delicious!"

Jiang Shan also learned Binglin's movements and was just about to grab words, but the food was too strong, and he had a long burp and couldn't say a word.

Ah Jing said: "Hehe, it's okay, I made it myself." When you've mastered enough medicinal decoction, you'll be better than me. ”

Bing Lin looked at Jiang Shan: "Jiang Shan, is Sister Jing comforting me again?"

Jiang Shan waved his hand: "Uh... It's true... Belch... I've eaten too much today... I'm going to die... I'm going out for a walk. “

"I'll go too, uh... It's so support!" Bing Lin said with a grin.

Ah Jing looked at Bing Lin and Jiang Shan, who were eating, and the shallow dimples that were funny appeared at the corners of his mouth again.