In the evening, several people returned to Qiuzi City.

Due to overwork, the poppy went back to rest early, and the other three people were also stupidly no longer attached to a dream for ten years.

Without a dream of ten years without a poppy, there is always a little bit of taste.

Just like after occasionally eating a bite of a bird, it is half a catty of the beast to make smallpox, and you will never forget that bird.

Ling Muyun's mood was a little heavy.

Jia Nianxi's matter hasn't been figured out yet, and there is another Liang Yin, so it's okay, peel off the cocoon, or maybe you can see the sun and the moon through the clouds.

What's going on with the overflow of True Qi?

After running the Zhenqi for dozens of weeks, the third watch was almost over, but he still couldn't detect a trace of abnormality, which made Ling Muyun a little irritable.

"Parents, Shiyi, Jia Nianxi, Liang Yin, Zhang Tianshi...... Alien! Ling Muyun lay down dejectedly and covered his face with a quilt: "Hey! It's time to listen to the music, and it's bad to save it. ”

Thinking about it, Ling Muyun snored slightly.

"Squeak"

The Slate Cliff Inn is always obsessed with opening the door with a sound, and its name is anti-thief.

But who doesn't know, the actual owner of this inn is surnamed Bai?

The thief is poor, not a few more arms and legs.

Regarding this matter, Ling Muyun also argued with the shopkeeper for a few words, who knows, the ultimate beneficiary is actually himself.

The moment the thief opened the door, Ling Muyun had already woken up, and he had the intention of teasing, wanting to see what this thief was.

Unexpectedly, the thief was very cunning, and he jumped up as soon as he stepped into the door, and when Ling Muyun noticed the abnormality, the thief had already left the house.

Ling Muyun turned over and jumped out of the inn looking for the figure of the thief.

The body method chapter in "Taishi Thunder Righteous Method" is quite exquisite, and there is a flash of thunder after the cast, even if you don't use the true qi, it is not comparable to the ordinary body method.

But after chasing for a long time at night, trampling on more than a few tiles, not mentioning it for the time being, he was never able to catch up with the thieves.

The thief walked on the wall like a flat ground, walked on the roof like a fly, even on the waist line of the wall, he could run a few steps.

Ling Muyun chased after him for a long time, and when he saw the thief disappear, the thunder flashed in his hand, and the thunder in his palm fell impartially in front of the thief.

The thief dodged, spun around and continued to flee.

Ling Muyun had an epiphany of the method of turning the thunder in his palm into a thunderball, which happened to be used as a practice, and he had the idea of playing tricks again.

So, while chasing, he blocked the front of the thief with palm mines.

While you were chasing me, the palm thunder had been used maturely, and it was like Ling Zheng when it was used, and it hit the thief's back in an arc.

The thief took a palm thunder, rolled a few times, and did not escape, pulled out the ink blade, and turned to face Ling Muyun.

"Not running away?" Ling Muyun swept the palm thunder between his hands and asked playfully.

"Childe, what do you think of Moluo Youbai?"

The thief's voice was a little familiar, but Ling Muyun couldn't remember where he had heard it: "What ink is white!" What are you trying to do with me? ”

"According to legend, in a thousand-year-old bloody war, the alien floating life occasionally turned into a blood divine sword, invincible, and the ancestor Ou Yezi cast ink and white to resist it." Seeing the disdain on Ling Muyun's face, the thief stopped talking.

"The story is well told, but what are you doing stealing my ink blade?"

"The ink blade is the white ink falling!" The thief's voice was full of helplessness.

"Oh! When you say that, I suddenly remember who you are! The blacksmith from two days ago? Tomorrow, be sure to smash your shop! ”

Ling Muyun said hatefully.

"Childe, I'm not stealing Moluo Youbai, I just want to take a closer look and admire the ancestors' divine skills!" The thief paused for a few breaths: "In Xia Ouhou, I implore Gongzi to agree." ”

"You can borrow a knife and tell me, 'Why did you do that stealing?' I see that you clearly don't want to pay it back! Ling Muyun reprimanded.

"I didn't mean it!" Ouhou straightened his waist and spoke eloquently.

On that day, Ouhou saw the ink blade for the first time, and he had a sense of déjà vu, but in any case, he did not remember that he had forged this weapon.

Until he took the ink blade and got it in his hand, he determined seven or eight points, and the ink blade may be the legendary ink falling white.

Not because of its all-over swartieness and style, but because of its weight.

According to the family from generation to generation, Moluo Youbai weighed five catties, four taels and three dollars, and because of his identity as a blacksmith, he practiced the ability to weigh himself.

No matter what kind of object, put it in your hand, you will know the weight, and the score is exactly the same.

Therefore, although Ouhou remained silent, he was suspicious in his heart.

Originally, he thought that he could put it in his hand for verification, but Ling Muyun refused to put the ink blade in the blacksmith shop.

Ouhou could only "sell" one of the three remaining scabbards to Ling Muyun, and then carefully tracked them, waiting for the opportunity to retrieve the ink blade, and carefully examined it.

"One of the three scabbards?"

"That's true, Childe, it's a family rule that the ink is white and not in the famous instrument spectrum, but, three scabbards, each one fits perfectly with it! When the knife was inserted into the scabbard, I was sure that what the son was holding was indeed inky and white! ”

After Ouhou finished speaking, he handed the ink blade hands to Ling Muyun: "Childe, my actions have insulted the ancestors, so I will return them to you!" ”

"Hmm!" Ling Muyun was afraid that Ouhou would cheat, so he prepared carefully, but unexpectedly, Ouhou really returned the ink blade.

"The ink blade is a legacy of my mother, it is inconvenient to leave my body, if you want to see it, go to my room to watch, don't leave my sight!" Ling Muyun felt that what Ouhou said was true, and he was grateful for his piety, so he blurted out that he agreed.

"Really?" Ouhou was overjoyed in his heart and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your great kindness!" ”

According to Ouhou, the casting skills he inherited have long been gone, but the iron-smelting technology is somewhat famous in Qiuzi, and he has brought some apprentices, and it is not a lack of craftsmanship.

Ling Muyun was bored, and he didn't dare to fully believe Ou Hou, so in addition to listening to Ou Hou's babbling all night, he also watched him knock and beat and listen to the ink blade.

It wasn't until the third pole of the sun that Ou Hou inserted the ink blade back into the scabbard: "Childe, thank you for your great kindness, although Ou Hou can't copy the ink and white, but it is not a problem to create weapons according to this system, please rest assured." ”

"I'm relieved of your uncle! What does it have to do with me when you make weapons? Ling Muyun scolded extremely ugly in his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed back: "Don't talk nonsense about the ink blade, I don't want to cause trouble." ”

Everyone understands the truth that the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

"Please rest assured! Ouhou is by no means a person of nonsense. After Ouhou finished speaking, he looked at the window: "Excuse me!" ”

With that, he exited the door.

Ji Kuang got up late and was about to ask Ling Muyun to eat something together, but he saw Ou Hou retreat from Ling Muyun's room with a spring breeze on his face.

When Ji Kuang entered the room, he saw Ling Muyun looking tired, sitting on the edge of the bed with black eyes, and suddenly understood the mystery.

"I didn't expect Brother Ling to have a wide range of hobbies, and the younger brother is ashamed of himself!"

"What?"

"Dajin is romantic, nothing more than this! Brother Ling didn't sleep all night, presumably because he was tired and tired, so I won't bother. In Ji Kuang's eyes when he looked at Ling Muyun, there were only two words obscene, and nothing else.

"I'm not tired, I haven't slept for a few nights, it's real that I'm sleepy!"

One night of singing and dancing, one night watching Xunfeng, one night watching knives, it's not a few nights without sleep.

Ling Muyun pulled the quilt over his body: "I'll sleep, and I'll talk about it at night if I have something." ”

"Pay attention to your body! Brother Ling! ”

Ji Kuang closed the door and took a deep breath: "It's really, a shocking secret!" ”