The morning sun is rising, and the smooth official road has become extremely lively.

There are woodcutters and farmers who pull fresh vegetables, fruits, and firewood in donkey carts, and there are hunters who carry animal skins and medicinal herbs.

These people walked more than ten or twenty miles in the dark, just to be able to sell even a few copper coins more of the goods in their hands in the county town.

Ji Yuan walked on the official road in a hurry, although he had swallowed a lot of pills, his face was still a little pale, and he estimated that he would need to recuperate for a while before he could completely recover as before.

Along the way, whether it was woodcutters, farmers, hunters and herb pickers, after seeing the little Taoist, they all cast kind eyes.

In the Dayu Dynasty, from the nobles of the kings and grandsons to the common people of Pingming, they were very close to Taoism, and their state religion was a Taoist temple that was famous for incense on a continent.

Looking at the city where the outline could already be seen, Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, tightened the package on his body, and the simple long sword he was carrying, and then sped up his pace a little.

Walking all the way to the city gate, without him taking out his identity plate, several officers and soldiers waved their hands to signal to enter directly, in fact, he often went out of the city to collect medicine on weekdays, and he was already familiar with the people guarding the city.

"The little road chief has a bad complexion, but what has he gained from this outing?"

A soldier commander joked with a smile.

The officers and soldiers here all know that this is a very wealthy little road chief, and there have been examples of pulling people all the way from the mountains to the city for a medicinal herb in the past.

Therefore, they may think that the thing that can make this little Taoist chief pale is nothing more than not making money from buying and selling, or even losing money.

Ji Yuan shook his head with a smile, and didn't explain anything to these officers and soldiers, just waved his hand and signaled that he would go first.

From the wilderness and mountains to the official roads with few pedestrians, and then to the county town full of fireworks, the homesickness in the little Taoist priest's heart has not decreased at all, but has become more and more intense.

Especially after experiencing the incident of the Fallen Soul Slope, he couldn't wait to return to the Taoist temple immediately and lie on that hard wooden bed.

So after passing through the small half of the county town and walking through an alley that was blocked by the sunlight of the old trees in the courtyards on both sides, the little Taoist priest stopped his hurried footsteps.

I pushed the door in front of me and found that the latch inside it had not been taken down, and I thought that the master and several senior brothers in this hour view should not have woken up from their sleep.

So Ji Yuan didn't knock on the door and shout, but stepped on the courtyard wall on the side and easily climbed in.

The Taoist temple is called Xuantian Temple, which was once a famous dynasty or even a continent, but it has been declining for hundreds of years, and finally had to be relocated to an inconspicuous remote corner of the city.

In addition to the main hall, there is only one side of the small courtyard, there are three or four simple huts in it, plus a stove room for cooking on a fire, in the past, there is little incense, often only the old people in the vicinity will have two sticks of incense in the air.

Ji Yuan walked past the main hall dedicated to the statue of the god, kicked open the door that belonged to him, put the package and the long sword on his back, and lay down comfortably on the wooden bed.

Staying in the familiar environment, smelling the faint medicinal fragrance in the house, he couldn't help but recall the events in the Falling Soul Slope in his mind.

After he killed Li Mufeng's life with a single sword, and after talking to Song He for a few words, he was sent out of the Fallen Soul Slope shrouded by the formation by the two of them.

During this period, the couple brought some gold and silver, as well as a few talismans, all of which were found from Li Mufeng's extremely junior brother and sister.

It's just that he has always been scolded by the master for falling into the eyes of the copper coin, and after a little groaning, he shook his head and refused, if this property is held in his hand, he will be a little difficult in his state of mind in the first place.

And those who cultivate the Tao want to pay the most attention to the maintenance of their state of mind.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but think of the white jade flying sword, a precious spiritual treasure that even powerful cultivators couldn't find when hidden.

He sat up from the wooden bed one by one, his deep index finger lightly touched the center of his eyebrows, and with the movement of his heart, a white jade flying sword flew out of the purple mansion.

Looking at the white jade flying sword that was constantly spinning around him, Ji Yuan couldn't help but show a little wry smile.

Originally, he didn't plan to win this opportunity, after all, there were too many involved, not only the power that instructed Mingyue Guan to sit on the Falling Soul Slope, but also the many powers that fought in Qianyu City three hundred years ago.

Now he is just a monk in the early stage of the small enlightenment realm, and once he is hit by this huge cause and effect, at least he will be a dead person.

It's just that in the end, Ji Yuan still obeyed his heart and responded to the intimacy conveyed by the white jade flying sword.

"Sometimes the good fortune is too rich, and it is not necessarily a good thing!"

The little Taoist priest glanced at the white jade flying sword that was spinning around him, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

Suddenly, he slapped out, hit the flying sword on the wooden bed, and then pointed to the quaint long sword on the tea table: "You said you, if you want to live in my purple mansion, forget it, why do you still squeeze out the ingots?" ”

When he collected the white jade flying sword last night, this little guy who exuded a psychic aura all over his body, as soon as he entered his eyebrows in the purple mansion, he squeezed out the simple long sword in it.

It is also strange to say that this sword, which is very likely to be the sword of the ancestor master, and now the long sword that he calls as an ingot, has honestly put away all the visions, as if he is a nest man who has been robbed of the house, and he does not dare to show any dissatisfaction at all.

As Ji Yuan's accountability fell, before the white jade flying sword flew up from the wooden bed, the long sword on the tea table screamed softly, as if to say that he didn't care about it.

"Yuanbao, can you have a little bit of talent!"

He slapped his forehead, quite hating iron but not steel.

Then he glanced at the cheerful white jade sword, he couldn't help but look contemplative, and after a long time, he said faintly: "Since you have followed me, you must have a name." ”

"The sword of the ancestor is called ingots, and the three-talent treasure money that is bought by the leakage is called copper coins, silver taels, and gold ingots......"

"Then you will be called Xiaobai!"

Ji Yuan smiled, as if he was very satisfied with his name, only the white jade flying sword seemed to be indignant, but he was helpless.

In the end, 'Xiaobai' turned in mid-air, and stabbed the little Taoist's eyebrows violently, and then returned to the Purple Mansion to sulk alone.

Ji Yuan didn't care about this, I thought that when Yuan Bao got a new name, didn't he express his dissatisfaction like this?

But in the end, it was not the same, and he chose to accept his name!

But then, as if he remembered something, he gently slapped his eyebrows, and summoned the flying sword in the Purple Mansion: "By the way, leave that lantern for me." ”

The white jade flying sword trembled slightly, and as soon as the brilliance on its sword body turned, a yellow paper lantern appeared out of thin air and landed on the wooden bed on the side, and after doing this thing, it returned to the purple mansion angrily.

Ji Yuan picked up the yellow paper lantern, and as soon as he got his hands, he could feel the few wisps of aura left in it.

According to Song He, this is a magic weapon that has been treasured in the treasure house of the Bright Moon Temple, and its condition is extremely good, and its power is also very impressive.

But the most important point is that this magic weapon not only has the ability to attack, but also ignites the aura in it on weekdays, and can also play a role in concentrating the spirit, whether it is the monk's meditation and spitting, or refining the alchemy, etc., it can provide a lot of convenience.

It's just that under careful observation at this moment, he has a strange feeling in his heart, as if the things in his hand are not integrated.

Compared with the oil lamp inside, the material of the outer layer of lanterns, although it is also precious, is not a thing created by the monks.

After a moment of silence, Ji Yuan waved his hand, and the long sword on the tea table suddenly unsheathed on its own, and then fell steadily into his hand.

He held the long sword 'ingot', and slashed it cleanly, easily cutting off the outer layer of lampshade, revealing one of the bronze oil lamps.

"Sure enough!"

Ji Yuan threw it casually, and the long sword was put into the sheath by itself, and he looked at the oil lamp in his hand, revealing a thoughtful expression.

He had noticed that something was wrong, the lampshade and the oil lamp seemed to be a whole, but in fact they had nothing to do with each other, and after the lampshade was removed, the oil lamp in it was indeed not damaged in the slightest.

In this way, it can be proved that the ritual vessel itself has nothing to do with the lampshade, and the real body is one of the oil lamps.