Inside and outside the city of Xuzhou, the dark tide is surging, but it is still a peaceful and stable scene above the water.

Zhao Qinhe, who was above the water, didn't know what kind of dangerous things were happening when he was drinking tea, and what people said about ignorance was also a blessing, and that's it.

Time was in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, this was a very ordinary day for Zhao Qinhe and passed.

Following

Zhao Qinhe had breakfast and went to the Pingji wood carving shop, without the slightest twist and turn, he paid the final payment, and bought a bundle of 'iron pine' logs from the boss.

He politely declined the boss's offer to hire someone to deliver him to his lodgings, and left with the bundle of wood in his own hands.

Leaving the wood carving shop, Zhao Qinhe did not go back to the inn directly, but walked around a few times in some remote alleys in Xuzhou City, and finally he received the bundle of iron pine logs in an alley without pedestrians to the reincarnation hall.

After the timber was put away, Zhao Qinhe walked out of the alley empty-handed and then wandered around the streets and alleys of Xuzhou City, he sometimes drank tea in the east of the city, sometimes had lunch in the south of the city, sometimes watched the big drama in the north of the city, and sometimes watched the scenery on the embankment in the west of the city, until the evening he slowly returned to the inn.

He ate alone in the inn and went back to his room.

Back in the guest room, he closed the door of the guest room, blew out the lights, lowered the curtains, and made sure that no one was snooping, he carried the sword, his mind moved, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant, and entered the hall of reincarnation.

Entering the Hall of Reincarnation, a bundle of gray-black logs is placed on the empty square.

Zhao Qinhe looked at the bundle of logs, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the bundle of firewood out of thin air.

Boom!

With a bang, the sleepy logs scattered in an instant, and one of them flew into his palm with a 'whoosh', and was firmly grasped by him.

Zhao Qinhe looked at the log in his hand, and his five fingers were slightly forced.

Don't look at his relatively thin figure, but since he cultivated the Yi Jin Sutra, although his reminder has not changed at all, and he is even a little more capable than before, but he is several times stronger than before in terms of strength, although it is not as good as some monsters with innate divine power and some masters who specialize in cultivating strength and external skills, but it is much stronger than ordinary martial artists of the same level, and even compared with some half-step Qiankun Realm masters who do not cultivate external skills, it is not inferior at all.

But it was a person like him who had reached the realm of strength in terms of strength, and he pinched this wood hard, but he couldn't leave the slightest trace on it, although he didn't use all his strength, and he didn't use his true qi, but I have to say that the name of this iron pine wood really hasn't changed.

'Well, it's very strong!'

Getting such a result, Zhao Qinhe nodded with satisfaction.

"But I don't know how it is in terms of slash resistance?"

Thinking about it, he had a long sword in his left hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, he held the sword in his left hand and quickly slashed it on the log, and then the long sword disappeared, he looked at the place where the sword had been cut before, and a shallow white mark appeared on it, he wiped it lightly with his hand, and it disappeared instantly, and there was no obvious scratch on the surface of the log.

After getting this result, the satisfied look on Zhao Qinhe's face became more obvious.

'Good, that's it!'

The corners of Zhao Qinhe's mouth curled, and he gently threw the log in his right hand up, and then his sword finger waved rapidly towards the log in mid-air, and suddenly the sword qi in mid-air was vertical and horizontal, and countless sword lights flashed.

When the sword qi dissipated, the sword light stopped, and the log in mid-air had disappeared, replaced by palm-sized tokens.

There were more than fifty tokens in total, which were suspended in the air under the action of qi and did not fall.

Zhao Qinhe looked at the dark red tokens in the air, hooked his fingers, and one of them slowly fell down and fell into his hand.

He took those tokens and looked at them, the specifications were almost the same as ordinary tokens, the shape was rectangular, the surrounding was very smooth, there was no burr, as if it had been polished for a long time, and there were some strange patterns on the four sides, these patterns had never appeared in this world, they were carved by him according to the memories of the past world, and they could be regarded as some nostalgia for the past, and those patterns had a beautiful name in his previous world - Manju Sawa , of course, it is better known as its other name - Flowers on the other side.

Shore flowers bloom on the other side.

Legend has it that it is a flower that grows along the Santu River, and it is a flower that guides people to the place of reincarnation.

In the middle of the front of the token is a large circle with six small circles intertwined, and on the back of the token, there is an Ouroboros carving.

"Reincarnation"

Zhao Qinhe looked at the token in his hand, and spit out the word lightly, and suddenly, the image of these two words faintly appeared on the token in his hand, and he touched it with his hand, the two words were not engraved on it, but as long as he looked at it intently, the word 'reincarnation' would emerge.

As the token in his hand changed, the other tokens in mid-air also changed at the same time.

"It's about the same, but it still looks like something is off. ”

Zhao Qinhe looked at the token in his hand and groaned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Time!"

"This token is too new, this is not good, it looks like I need to make it older. ”

Old-fashioned, this was originally a kind of discourse between some people who made fake antiques, in order to make the surface of jade show the appearance of old, so that its surface is more similar and closer to the era imitated. It is usually soaked in some special solution or buried in the soil.

But of course, Zhao Qinhe's old-fashioned method can't be so low-level, especially in this world that is said to be martial arts but more like fantasy, that old-fashioned method can't deceive people at all, he doesn't want to cheat, but really make these tokens old.

"Being old doesn't have to be old on the outside, but it can also be old in charm. ”

With this in mind, he invoked a bit of the function of the main god fragment, and threw the history and heritage of thousands of years into those tokens.

After the time entered, the token did not change in appearance, but if you feel it carefully, you can clearly make a difference from before, and when you look at it before, you can easily see that this token is newly made, but after the blessing of the charm of time, now you can look at it, but you can clearly feel a long river of time, the ancient charm of the wind / waves.

"This time it's finally done!"

Feeling the thick traces of time in the token, Zhao Qinhe showed a satisfied smile.