Wang Lin looked at the newborn, brilliant Nanmu sword box, but he didn't know where to start for a while.

The sword box was seamless, completely sealed and sealed, and it didn't look like a wooden box, but like a large piece of golden topaz.

There was no lid on it, or any handles that could be opened and closed.

Before the sword case decayed, it was extremely delicate and ingenious, and there were many mechanisms in the box.

Now that it has taken ten years of incense from Huang Chenghuang, the recast sword box is no longer ordinary, and it is even more miraculous and wonderful.

Huang Ba pointed at Wang Lin on the side and reminded:

"The little path leader can condense some mana in his palm and slap it on the box with his hand."

Hearing this, Wang Lin tapped the sword box with his palm.

The mana is used as a power source, causing the mechanism in the sword box to sound gently, and the wooden planks on both sides of the box automatically fall towards the wings, like flower petals blooming, sliding out a half-arc and hovering on both sides of the sword box.

and the front and rear planks that still stand in the middle, two sharp angles of 60 degrees are sandwiched.

On either side of the sword case, seven of the bayonets that hold the blade of the sword in place are revealed.

Although there is nothing in it now, not a single sword, it is not difficult to imagine the gorgeous sword wings formed when the seven sword weapons are inserted into it.

In the space where the sword box opens and closes one hundred and twenty degrees, the inside and outside of the wooden board are covered with patterns, all of which are carved by the power of incense.

The texture continuously absorbs and filters the aura of the outside world, and a trace amount of earthy aura is accumulated in the box.

Wang Lin took off the double sword behind his back, inserted it diagonally into the sword box, and fixed it in two buckles.

Native gold, the earthy aura in the box, is the most suitable for raising swords.

When the sword weapon returned to its place, the earthy qi immediately surged around the sword body, containing the sharp edge of the sword in the sheath.

Wang Lin secretly said exquisitely, and then slowly pushed the wooden planks that fell on both sides back into the middle.

The mechanism in the box sounded a few more times, and the planks on both sides were reset to normalization, and no gaps could be seen.

Wang Lin looked at this box and found that it not only hid the sharpness of the two swords in the box, but even the cold qi of the green frost sword through the sheath was also blocked by this jade-like nanmu and completely isolated inside.

The outside world could no longer feel the slightest abnormality, and the two swords completely disappeared in it.

Although this sword box is not a good magic weapon, at best, it is just an ordinary wooden box, with a little qi gathering and hiding the front of the formation talisman.

But Wang Lin loved it very much, holding this slender and square box in his arms, and couldn't put it down.

Who can refuse a machine sword case with a cool way of opening a crate and storing several mysterious swords?

What sword cultivator can refuse such a box?

Huang Chenghuang was extremely satisfied with Wang Lin, and he was relieved.

Chenghuang has never been a place with oil and water, and all the people who serve in it are good officials and good people who are extremely honest and honest in front of them.

There are very few things they can take their hands on in this city.

Although this sword box is simple and a little stumbling, it is just a mortal thing, but it is not bad if it can be in line with the other party's mind and give it away.

Several guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and the scene was peaceful.

After talking a few more words, Wang Lin and Lao Wu planned to leave, not wanting to delay the errand of the ghosts in the city god again.

The three of them entered the mansion from the back door and hidden wall, but they didn't have to be so troublesome when they went out, and they could go out through the main gate after a few doors.

The three of them walked towards the main entrance, and when they passed by the front hall, they happened to see a ghost official announcing Li Ying's death.

He figured out all the details of the case, read out Li Ying's motives and culpability one by one, made a verdict fairly and neatly, and detained him until the autumn queen was beheaded.

The people were noisy, applauding again and again, and clapping their palms red.

Wang Lin glanced sideways slightly, condensed the mana of Vajra Gong in his eyes, and saw a trace of bright yellow incense, floating out from the top of the people's heads, gathering in the ghosts of the government officials.

Looking at this group of city gods and ghosts who had taken over the affairs of the government and stored the incense in the world, he was even more relieved, and he was no longer worried that the previous incident would have a drastic impact on Jinyang City and the relatives of many deceased.

Wang Lin inquired about the whereabouts of the fifth master and apprentice, and learned that the two of them were also going to leave Jinyang to find a good feng shui treasure land, and after refining the iron corpse with yin beads, he invited the two to walk together.

"Taibai Dongtian? Then I have to go to Chang'an, which is five states away from here, seven or eight thousand miles away. ”

Lao Wu pondered for a moment, then nodded and agreed, agreeing to go on the road with Wang Lin:

"Okay, that Taibai Cave is near the imperial capital, the feng shui around Chang'an City is wonderful, all over the imperial tombs, it is an excellent treasure place for refining corpses, there are small paths along the way, and I am not afraid of those rogues and ghosts."

Lao Wu is an experienced old Jianghu, with him to follow, he can naturally plan properly, distinguish the direction, and will not be reduced to walking all the way in the barren mountains and mountains, and cannot find a town to replenish and rest.

Lao Wu discussed with Wang Lin in front of the yamen, planned the specific route, and decided to go to the capital city of Yanzhou at the next stop, and after meeting Wang Lin's nephew An Qianxue, he would go all the way south to Chang'an.

Wang Lin was about to go to Sanyuanlou, and when he was out of the city after loading a bottle of biguang wine, a large official sedan chair came to him.

The official sedan chair was carried by eight people, followed by a large group of people.

The three of them passed by, ignoring the newly appointed prefect.

But in the sedan car, there were two muffled snorts:

"This Chenghuang Yin Division actually occupies the government office, ignoring the immortal law of yin and yang, openly interfering in the affairs of the world, and secretly enjoying the incense in the yang world in broad daylight, how dare you?!"

"You three people, there is also a residual smell of incense on your body, you must also be in cahoots with the city god here, the thieves who are greedy for incense, since you have been touched by my Yuhua Gate, then you can't be allowed to do anything wrong, leave it for us!"

Then, two figures flew out of the sedan car.

Both of them are wearing Taoist robes and crowns, one is middle-aged, and the other is a cold-faced young man.

The middle-aged man held the floating dust in his hand and squinted at the three of them.

The young man's face was full of rebelliousness, holding the long sword at his waist, and he coldly blocked in front of the three of them.

Lao Wu frowned, and when he was about to explain all this to the two disciples of the Yuhua Sect, the middle-aged Taoist priest directly took out a bronze mirror engraved with gossip patterns, and looked at the three of them without saying a word.

The surface of the mirror was mottled and rusty, shining on the three of them, and the picture was blurred, except for a little bit of purple and red blood light that could be seen on the fifth child, there was no light on Mo Yunqi and Wang Lin.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled gloomily.

Then he took a look at the government behind the three of them, and found that only a blue and black light representing the city god Yin Division was lit up in the mirror.

So the middle-aged Taoist laughed even more arrogantly, convinced that there were no other monks here, glanced at the cold-faced young man, and scolded Wang Lin and the others:

"You can't do it, why don't you quickly hand over all the incense you stolen? For the sake of you not monks, kneel down and offer incense, and my brother will spare you a way to live. ”

The cold-faced young Taoist didn't even want to say anything to these two mortals, and directly pulled out his sword.

He pointed his sword at the fifth child, and said to this old man who still had a trace of mana on his body:

"Under the three sounds, hand over the exercises and all the incense you have cultivated, and you can continue to be a garbage casual cultivator and live in the world, otherwise after three sounds, you will go to the side to find the city god to report!"