The drunkard old man Song Qi got up from the ground first, kicked the stool with his foot, and said: "This third prince Wu is also a foolish person, I don't know where to invite a crappy carpenter, and the chair is too unstrong, and it is really about to collapse as soon as you sit down." ”

Jian Shuzhi looked at the drunkard old man nagging there, pointing fingers, so he didn't continue to be sarcastic, lowered his head and stared at the pendant in his hand secretly.

Seeing this, the drunkard old man squinted and approached, and asked with a cheap smile, "It's done?"

Jian Shuzhi clenched the pendant, nodded happily, and said, "Sure enough, as Song Lao said, this is an artifact." ”

The drunkard old man was triumphant, shook the wine gourd, and said, "Don't ask me who Song Qixian is!

Jian Shuzhi shook his head and replied, "There isn't much left in the gourd, so you should enjoy it slowly!"

The drunkard old man praised Jian Shuzhi, and then asked, "Has the cave been opened?"

Jian Shuzhi parroted and said, "Then you don't need to ask, and don't ask me who Jian Shuzhi is?"

The drunkard old man laughed happily and said, "You learn quite quickly, but you have been with the fat man for a long time and have become skinny, right? You have to open your eyes, don't let the fat man go to the ditch." ”

"Don't worry, it won't!"

The drunkard old man Song Qi took the stool first, glanced at the door, and said, "I'm worried that if something happens to you, the door will be smashed by me." Wu Laosan knew that he would be distressed to death. ”

"Mr. Wu is not as unbearable as you think," Jian Shuzhi said, "It's just that I don't speak so well, because I live in this room." Now that the door is gone, you can always look at it! Do you want to accompany some money to find someone to repair, or let's change the room? . ”

Song Qixian took a sip of wine before he could eat it, and was almost choked to death, glanced at Jian Shuzhi, and said incomprehensibly: "Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge so quickly?"

Jian Shuzhi asked, "Otherwise?"

Song Qixian rolled his eyes, knowing that if he continued, this little money fan would definitely not be relentless, so he quickly changed the topic and asked, "Don't mention this yet." It took you a bit of a long time to recognize the owner of the artifact this time, but what kind of situation did you encounter in the middle?"

Jian Shuzhi saw that the drunkard old man began to be serious, and he definitely had something to say, and replied: "I was about to ask you for some questions, but I didn't expect that Song Lao would be able to predict the prophet." Truly impressive!"

The drunkard old man grinned, everyone loves to listen to sycophants, and he is no exception. "For the sake of your humble inquiry, if you have any questions, just ask, whether you answer or not depends on my mood. After speaking, he picked up the wine gourd again and shook it, muttering to himself, "This wine is also falling too fast." ”

Jian Shuzhi already understood, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the fat man and fill a full pot for you." ”

The drunkard old man was instantly happy like a child, and threw the gourd to Jian Shuzhi to catch it. "When it comes to artifacts, if you ask me, you're asking the right person. After all, such strange things are rare in the world, and you and I take one or two. This is a great opportunity, and it is also a priceless treasure. ”

Jian Shuzhi nodded and said, "I still understand the truth of self-sin. ”

The drunkard old man Song Qixian was very satisfied with Jian Shuzhi's understanding, and said, "Then tell me your questions." ”

Jian Shuzhi coughed dryly, and he had to talk about this situation for a long time. Song Qixian sat down leisurely and stretched out his right hand to signal that he could start.

It turned out that it was already late after the separation last night. Jian Shuzhi returned to the room, lying on the couch, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, and the words of the drunkard old man Song Qixian kept lingering in his ears.

Jian Shuzhi thought in his heart that it would be better to give it a try, although he was not sure if it would work, it was always good to give it a try. So he rolled over and got out of bed, sat on the ground, took out the pendant, and said to it, "Success or failure is here." You've got to fight for it!" I saw him roll up his sleeves, revealing his thin-skinned and tender arms, and he was ready to do a big job. He looked at the luster, warm pendant under the lamp, and fell into hesitation before he started, it should be very painful to bleed! In this world, there is no reason why you can get something for not working hard and getting something in return if you don't pay! He cheered himself up in his heart, and although the road ahead was bumpy, he just had to get through it. It's very bad to hesitate.

Jian Shuzhi endured the pain and dripped blood on the pendant, his eyes full of anticipation. The blood dripped on the pendant, but did not drip to the ground, slowly forming a bead of blood the size of a grain of rice on the embryo body. A few more drops of blood went down, and the bead of blood became the size of a finger. If the blood drops go down again, there is no sign of growth, and it seems that the pendant should be absorbing essence blood. His eyes lit up, and he knew that there was a play, and this drunkard old man Song Qixian really didn't deceive people.

The blood kept dripping, but there was no sign of any other change in the pendant, and it was a head. Jian Shuzhi gradually felt that he had lost too much blood and was a little confused.

Just when his eyelids were heavy and he was about to pass out. The pendant finally began to change, the white jade pendant was flowing with rare blood, and as the more essence blood absorbed, the color of the pendant began to slowly change color, and finally turned into a blood-red color. The pendant began to glow and get hot.

Jian Shuzhi was already unconscious, and could only feel the heat at the tattoo on his forearm, and the tattooed sword seemed to be pulled by the qi machine, and began to heat up and become manic, showing signs of breaking out of his body. This little sword has always been cyan attached to the skin, and now the color began to lighten, and finally when it became colorless, the tattoo small sword began to swim among the meridians in Jian Shu's body.

Jian Shuzhi felt that his body was as painful as being tortured and being grilled on the fire, and his already vague consciousness was more like a candle flame that was about to burn out, extinguishing at the touch of a button. Although he was confused, his desire to survive was strong. He was sweating profusely, clenching his fists involuntarily, his nails deep in his flesh and bleeding.

The little tattooed sword turned over the river and the sea in Jian Shuzhi's meridians, scurrying like a headless fly, constantly chiseling and rubbing, and the meridians seemed to be about to burst. Jian Shuzhi groaned unconsciously, due to the sudden change in his childhood, the tenacity of his consciousness has exceeded that of ordinary people. At this moment, I can't bear this kind of pain and suffering, and you can imagine how much suffering I have suffered.

The tattooed sword finally stretched and widened Jian Shuzhi's meridians, and finally followed the qi and blood into the pendant in Jian Shuzhi's tightly clenched fist. The meridians of the tattooed sword are like fire, densely woven into a net. As the pain weakens, you can clearly feel the trajectory of the tattoo sword in the meridians. He was no longer consciously probing at the moment.

As the tattooed sword entered the pendant, Jian Shuzhi began to slowly come back to his senses. I felt that the meridians in my body were pierced with holes, and there was no intact place, and the places where the tattooed little sword went crazy were all in a mess. Fortunately, according to the method of "Wufu Minutes", the foundation is thick, otherwise it will definitely be a death at this moment. After the white jade pendant turned blood-red, it began to have feedback. A warm current came from the pendant, passing through the limbs, the pain gradually weakened, the wound began to heal slowly, and the essence and blood did not continue to be lost......

After Jian Shuzhi opened his eyes, he felt that his body was abnormally weak, and his mouth was dry, so he wanted to get up and find some water to drink. However, his legs were weak and he staggered. At this moment, the blood-colored pendant vibrated again. A wry smile appeared on his face, what do you want? Suddenly, his limbs were weak and he fell to the ground.

The tattooed little sword smashed in the pendant for a while, then broke through the wall and burrowed into Jian Shu's body.

Jian Suzhi's face turned pale with fright.

After the tattoo sword enters the meridians, it no longer flows indiscriminately. Everywhere I passed, with a warm current, it was indescribably comfortable. Jian Shuzhi carefully felt this warm current direction, which seemed to be a kind of trajectory deliberately manipulated by someone. He didn't think about it, and felt that it was a blessing to be able to be reborn from the dead.

After the pendant changes color, slowly complete the process of recognizing the owner. Jian Shuzhi felt that he had formed a close connection with this pendant, just like his own body components. He controlled his mind to enter the pendant and discovered that there was a mystery hidden in the small pendant. On the surface, it looks like a small pendant, but inside it expands to about nine feet in space.

"Is this the cave where the legendary artifact exists?" Jian Shuzhi looked at this cave, like a cave, surrounded by rock walls. When I touch it with my hands, I feel that the rock wall is very cold, and the temperature in the cave is moderate, and the air is dry, which is very suitable for storage. The more he watched, the happier he became.

After Jian Shuzhi withdrew from this world, he slowly stood up, walked to the table and picked up a collection of books. I thought "go in", only to see the book disappear from my hand in an instant. Looking inside the cave sky, I saw this book lying quietly on the ground in the cave. I couldn't help but sigh, it was really an eye-opener.

Jian Shuzhi liked this pendant more and more, and thought to himself: "Why don't you give it a name first?" The name of Song Lao's gourd is also domineering, named Sun Moon Pot. Then this pendant can't lose in momentum......" He fell into deep thought, and several names crossed his mind, all of which he felt were not appropriate.

It was also a whim, Jian Shuzhi happily flipped through the book in the cave sky, and the surrounding rock walls emitted misty fluorescence. He hadn't had time to take a closer look at this space just now, so he would first look around and roughly estimate that this world was the size of an inn room, and there was nothing around it. The hard rock walls are carved with stone carvings, which are abstract and scribbled, and it is not known what they are depicted.

A stone door was extremely well hidden, and if he hadn't looked closely, Jian Shuzhi would definitely not have discovered its existence. Peel back the weeds from the stone door, revealing a keyhole that must be opened to enter. He was wondering how he could open the stone door, whether he would encounter a mechanism, what would it look like inside, and what would be hidden inside with a stone door?