I don't know if it's fake,

Do you know the truth?

The six ears do not conspire,

Matters are weighted,

Suffering for this?

The heart is for good and goes away from evil.

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Song Pingcun was grateful to refine the Yuanshi sword blank for him, but in the end, he couldn't bear to look at the "poor" old man. agreed to the request of Li Dai Taozhuang, and pretended to be the successor of the Wanbao Sect.

Daxi's boiling on the spot excitedly began to refine the identity token of the counterfeit ancestor according to the details of the sect's records, and the excitement was like a child suddenly gaining recognition. I didn't care at all that I had only spent a day forging the Yuanshi sword blank for Song Pingcun

Song Pingcun observed carefully, at this time, his whole body and mind were devoted to this fake forging business, and when he didn't want to forge the sword blank at all, he kept explaining to Song Pingcun.

Seeing that he couldn't help, he was a layman at this time, whether it was the forging technique or the smelting material.

So he stepped aside, and the sword blank that had been following him kept changing directions, as if warning and like a marionette. At this time, Song Pingcun calmed down, and then reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. The feeling of connecting the mind and mind was suddenly extremely clear, the spirit seed that originally knew the sea had become the spirit seed of this sword, and the future growth space could have infinite possibilities.

The essence blood and spirit seed originally came from Song Pingcun, it can be said that no one can take this sword away, and there can be some simple independent ability, with Song Pingcun's warmth, it is immeasurable.

Because the sword body is added to the 10,000-year-old deep sea cold iron, it is no longer the milky white light of the original Yuan Stone, but a little golden light in the cyan cold light, which is the relationship between the golden cicada silk, and the hilt is rounded, and the sword grid and sword body of the gauntlet are completely one. The only difference is that the sword body has a slightly blood-red blood groove, and a lightning mark is superimposed on top of the flame mark near the sword grid.

There was no need to add anything else to the whole sword, and with a slight wave, the sound of breaking through the air was crisp and there was no noise. With a trembling hand, the sword body could actually be distorted and transformed at any angle, and the aura was sent into the sword body, and the sword body skyrocketed from three feet and three inches to more than one zhang. When fighting, it is definitely a sharp weapon to attack it by surprise.

As for the grade, Song Pingcun couldn't judge, so he could only wait for the opportunity to ask about it. However, the sword blank is still transformed, and it can't be without a name, and after thinking about it for a long time, I finally respected Zonghua, the master, and named this sword "Stagnant Fire Sword". Although it is not consistent with the sword body itself, this can be regarded as a reward for Zong Hua, a master who has never met.

In addition to the excitement, seeing that the boil was still forging the counterfeit token, back in front of the carriage, several people all entered the two-story building to rest temporarily, especially the chatter Shan Xi was just an ordinary person after all, who needed to eat and sleep. This more than a day is fine for others, for him, even if Song Pingcun quietly changes his physique, it is impossible to insist on a good mental state.

Hongcui, Green, and Wen Keshu are okay, they put their identities very clearly, and the blow in front of them is enough to make the three of them tremble, I don't know who sent it, but no matter who it is, it is not something that the three of them can guess, Liu Yiyi and Wen Hui returned a little dejected, and they didn't dare to ask.

Liu Yiyi was still a little restrained, Song Pingcun took the opportunity to take out the Detention Fire Sword, and asked Liu Yiyi to add a scabbard and lanyard, the Detention Fire Sword is not like the wood spirit body, which can be large or small, and the smallest size is also three feet and three inches, even if it is shorter than other swords, it cannot be held in your hand all the time.

Liu Yiyi had something to do, and her heart really relaxed, which showed that Song Pingcun didn't mind his previous recklessness.

Wen Hui still had a hard time accepting what happened that day, she had already warmed up her feelings for Song Pingcun, but in an instant, she felt that there seemed to be too much gap between her and Song Pingcun, but there was no one to tell. At this time, when I saw Song Pingcun, I didn't know how to get along.

Song Pingcun walked over, Wen Hui's eyes were a little dodgy, and after all, he was held down by a pair of big hands on his shoulders, and then threw himself into the other party's arms. The better this man is, isn't it more worthy of his own efforts! It's just a hug, and everything else is forgotten, and the things that should have been figured out are really understood at this time.

Song Pingcun pulled the green jade flute from her waist and said, "Sister Wen, I want to hear you play a song." ”

Wen Hui sat up straight, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was picturesque. He took the green jade flute in Song Pingcun's hand and put it horizontally to his lips, and his well-proportioned fingers caressed the body of the flute, this picture alone is comparable to a beautiful picture.

With the fresh and melodious flute slowly flowing, Song Pingcun did not whistle in unison, and his thoughts were pulled back to the acquaintance with Wen Hui and even the chaos along the way. The first whistle incarnation stood on her fragrant shoulders, and then surrounded the girl's body...... But it was because he was "light" with the other party that aroused Wen Hui's resolute disregard for frequent visits to the door during his retreat, and finally accompanied him to the south.

In Wen Hui's flute, every note carries her thoughts, hesitations, and deep roots, but the person who is entangled at this moment is replaced by Song Pingcun.

The sound of the jade flute is melodious and tactful, like a mountain stream. Fingers jump lightly on the flute hole, like butterflies dancing among flowers. The breath is even and powerful, infusing the flute with a source of life. Between the notes, it is full of agility and tenderness, and the girl's heart is vividly depicted.

As the music gradually reaches its climax, Wen Hui's emotions become more and more intense. Her eyes glistened with tears, and the rhythm did not penetrate the aura, but it was soft and lingering, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, soft and beautiful. It was as if every note carried her warmth, approaching the man beside her. In the sound of the jade flute, she transforms all the pain of lovesickness into a moving melody, revealing sincere emotions.

On the one hand, Hongcui and the two daughters in green were already teary-eyed, but they didn't dare to make a sound to disturb, their silver teeth were clenched, and they were obsessed with talking about Shan Xi, but they were secretly thinking about their sins, what were the maids beside Brother Song thinking!

Just when everyone was immersed in this beautiful and tender flute sound, there was a loud shout from behind the small building: "It's done."

The flute was interrupted, Song Pingcun shook his head with a wry smile, and said apologetically to Wen Hui: "I'll take a look." ”

Turning left when he went out, Song Pingcun walked to the wooden sign with "Boiling Iron Shop", and wanted to tease him, but he saw that his eyes were blood-red, and he was dancing with a golden sign in his hand, so he could only give up.

Just as he was about to step inside, Hua Ling's crisp voice came from his mind: "Childe, there is also a similar sign in the wooden sign on your head." ”

"Ahh Song Pingcun let out a soft snort.

"Come, come, come. After today, you will be the disciple of my hard old ancestor. "The excitement of boiling is never adulterated, and it is not difficult to forge identity tokens, but it is not easy to achieve a sense of time precipitation, at least not easily recognizable, this is not only technology, but also a lot of complete feelings.

Song Pingcun could only step in first, took the token in his hand, and only felt a fiery power coming from the token, as if it was going to burn his soul. He was shocked in his heart, and his hand loosened, but the token was caught by boiling and reaching out.

"Senior, this ......" Song Pingcun looked at it with some surprise.

"Don't worry, it's normal." Seeing Song Pingcun's surprise, he hurriedly comforted, "This is the imprint power left by the ancestor that is imitated, and there must be some amazing existence." Although I have never seen the ancestor, the aura imitated by this token is not visible even to the current sect masters and elders of the Ten Thousand Treasure Sect. ”

Song Pingcun hesitated to check the token again, the token is oval, its material is complex, although it is golden, but it is not a single material such as iron, jade, gold, etc., which is different from the Zongmen waist card or token that Song Pingcun has seen, which may also be the special relationship of Wanbaozong as a refining sect.

The obverse of the token is a coin pattern, with a circle on the outside and a square on the inside, and the word "Wanbao" on the coin is particularly visible. There is a boiling word on the back, but the four points below are replaced by four items, which are a sword, a boat, a ring and a yin and yang pattern. The color is simple and heavy, and there is a sense of age at a glance.

The blank area was forged with some intricate runes, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this token was too strange, it was just an imitation forged by an old man in two hours.

"This token has a flaw, the sense of age is still a little worse, and it needs to be constantly nourished with spirit stones to increase its heaviness and sense of age, and it will accumulate in a hundred times longer than the norm. To put it bluntly, it's old. He said to himself, still a little dissatisfied, if he had given him enough time, he could have achieved that feeling directly.

Song Pingcun was secretly frightened, the Wanbao Sect was not the number one refining sect of the Blue Star, and he had never even thought of what he said before. "How does this need to be nourished?"

"It's simple, just put it together with the spirit stone, it will automatically receive the aura, you don't have to operate it yourself." It is inevitable that Song Pingcun is worried in his heart, and what he considered when he was forging it cannot but be said to be really comprehensive.

After speaking, he also waved his hand from the wine gourd and brought out a spirit stone, put the spirit stone on the token in Song Pingcun's hand, and a suction force that Song Pingcun could detect decomposed the spirit stone.

If this is placed in the outside world, I don't know how many people will go crazy. Only a rich man like Wanbaozong doesn't think there is anything in this, of course, Song Pingcun, who dug a small spirit vein, is an exception.

He clapped his hands and said, "After a thousand years, even if the ancestor is resurrected, he may not be able to see that this token is fake. ”

Song Pingcun is really eye-opening, and it is not uncommon for ordinary Chinese objects to be faked. Even if it's a fake, it's worth living for generations. It was the first time in the cultivation world that he had heard that there was oldness, and this oldness still brought an identity to the living.

Looking at the confident appearance of the Ten Thousand Treasure Sect, if it weren't for the fact that he knew that this was refined by the Boiling just now, as far as his own cognition was concerned, there was a high probability that even if it was all the existing people, they would definitely think that this was the identity token of the original Ten Thousand Treasure Sect Ancestor.