He received the soft heaven and earth qi from the old master, and immediately broke the stalemate with the injury, and swept away the remnants of the thunder wrapped around his body.

It's a pity that the broken half of the leaf on his body can't grow anymore, because the broken place has been completely fused by the lace into a closed circuit, and the aura can't be pushed up.

Zhao Yan laughed and said to the old master: "The beauty of being incomplete is also a wake-up call, and when you see yourself, you don't dare to go the wrong way." ”

"It's good that you know", the old master responded with a slight smile, obviously, he liked Zhao Yan's extraordinarily optimistic attitude.

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he sat down again, and the communication talent ability absorbed the qi of heaven and earth to stabilize his own cultivation.

Bai Bao's body was black, he raised his feet and ran to Zhao Yan, his eyes looked at Zhao Yan, and a pair of tentacles swayed back and forth, obviously he hadn't spoken to Zhao Yan for a long time, and he was very happy at the moment.

Not long after, Zhao Yan finished his cultivation, opened his eyes and saw Bai Bao, smiled gently at her, and gently wiped the black marks on her body with his palm.

Bai Baozi is very well-behaved and likes Zhao Yan's touch, and his little head arches and cooperates: "Brother Ayan, do you hurt?"

Zhao Yan shook his head: "It's just a broken section, there is no continuous damage, and it won't affect me." ”

"Oh oh", Bai Bao nodded obediently when he heard Zhao Yan's explanation.

After a while, Zhao Yan gently picked up Bai Bao and put it on his shoulder, cleaned up the half of the blade that fell to the ground, got up from the ground and prepared to leave, but he caught a glimpse of the thunder silk on the hour hand of the sundial on one side, and couldn't help but be strange.

"In many years, perhaps this sundial will be associated with you," said the old master, who came from one side with the guard, looking at the clock.

Zhao Yan didn't know much about the words of practicing Zen machines, and seemed to understand whether he understood or not: "Then I'll come back and take a look when I get to that day." ”

"Congratulations to Brother Dao for stepping into Danxin, and from now on the sea and the sky", the guard said with his hand on the side, and handed over a congratulatory gift.

Zhao Yan knew that it was not easy for the other party, and the things sent by the other party might not be of much help, so he took advantage of the turn to take out some chalcedony from the blessing bag and put it into the congratulatory gift bag, and sent it to the garrison as a return gift.

The garrison excused himself for a while, but in the end he couldn't resist Zhao Yan, so he had to accept it.

Bidding farewell to the garrison, Zhao Yan carried Bai Bao and the old master on the way back to the private school, and gently chatted about Danxin and the cultivation knowledge afterwards.

The old master walked and said, "Do you regret it? I was tired enough for others to choke on myself, and I almost didn't even survive the calamity." ”

Zhao Yan just smiled, didn't reply, turned around and saw the blacksmith shop in the village, and an idea came to his mind.

So he apologized to the old master and turned his head and walked into the blacksmith shop, and said to the busy old man: "Uncle, I want you to help me smelt this leaf and ore and make a sword, I don't know if you can do it?"

Uncle Ye was shirtless, sweaty, and his muscles were twitching, and he still looked like an old man of sixty or seventy years old, except for his gray hair and beard, he was younger than young people in all other places.

Seeing Zhao Yan's request, he hurriedly threw away the huge hammer used for wrought iron, walked to the side and waved his hand and said, "What the demon fairy wants, Xiao Lao'er must do it, you can rest assured." ”

As he spoke, he was going to get the little leaf.

Zhao Yan hurriedly stopped the other party's actions and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate my blade, Uncle Ye, it has been refined by the qi of heaven and earth countless times, and it has been polished by ten thousand thunders, and the weight is tens of thousands of catties, not to mention tens of thousands of catties." ”

Uncle Ye withdrew his hands and looked incredulous: "It's not the demon fairy who said, I really don't know, the demon fairy has also sat on my shoulder a few times in the past, and I thought that the demon fairy was the same as ordinary grass." ”

"That's because I used the qi of heaven and earth to control it, it seems to be sitting on you, but in fact it is not touched", Zhao Yan smiled and poured out all the remaining ores in the lucky bag.

"I don't know much about the ore, and I have to trouble you to pick and choose, if you can, you can divide this blade into two parts, and put all the ore together to make two swords, how about it?", Zhao Yan pointed to the ore.

He thought about finding a shape-shifting fruit for Bai Bao in the future, and then Bai Bao would be able to use the sword, and even if he didn't use it, he could put it on his body to decorate it.

Uncle Ye looked at the pile of ore and analyzed it for a while, and said: "Yes, but it may take a long time, because the quality of your blade is too high, and it almost belongs to two levels of ore, so I have to slowly smelt and concoct it, so that the ore solution can reach the standard of leaf quality." ”

"It's okay, I just want to ask the old master for advice in the private school", Zhao Yan replied, took out some chalcedony from the lucky bag and handed it to Uncle Ye, and said with a smile: "I'm not a person in the red dust, I don't know the price of the red dust, do you see if these chalcedony can be worth the salary?"

Uncle Ye knew Zhao Yan's character, so he didn't shirk, took the chalcedony with both hands, and nodded: "The year before last, you gave me that chalcedony, I sold it for ten silver coins, you are equivalent to a hundred silver coins, please ten little old children like this is enough." ”

Zhao Yan waved his hand casually and said, "These are all outside the body, not enough to worry about, you just hold it." ”

"Hey, I won't fight with you anymore", Uncle Ye put the chalcedony in the cash box on the side and said: "The time is uncertain for the time being, and when it is done, Xiao Lao'er will definitely inform you." ”

"Okay, I'm bothering to trouble the old man," Zhao Yan said and turned around.

Uncle Ye walked out of the house and gave it away: "I wish you a lot of wealth and blessings." ”

Zhao Yan smiled: "Accept your old auspicious words, stay." ”

After speaking, he joined the old master who had been waiting on the side for a while, and said apologetically: "I made you wait for a while." ”

The old master shook his head: "It's me who has to wait, no need to be polite." ”

The two picked up the previous topic and continued to walk in the direction of the private school.

On the way, Zhao Yan said: "I went to a place before, and I encountered something there that I had never seen before, very similar to the dragon demon, but without a physical body. ”

"You're talking about resentment," the old master smiled.

Zhao Yanyu glanced at the old master's smile that seemed to be a little playful, a little confused, thinking that he had read it wrong, and said: "It should be, so I have a new idea, will there be a living grudge in this world?"

The old master glanced at Zhao Yan in surprise and stroked his beard: "Your thoughts are always jumping like this, I thought you were born when you asked about grievances." ”

Zhao Yan laughed dryly, stretched out his hand to stroke the dog's tail, and only halfway did he remember that the dog's tail had been hidden, so he swept his long hair.

The old master looked at Zhao Yan's long black hair, his eyes were slightly envious, and then explained: "Living resentment...... Some. ”

"Is there really one?", Zhao Yan couldn't help but be surprised.

The old master smiled and patted Zhao Yan's shoulder: "It's gone now, I also accidentally talked about a book scroll, which recorded grievances...... No, it should be called the detailed news of ghosts, about 700,000 years ago, ghosts were extinct in the world. ”

Zhao Yan nodded and said in a deep voice: "I see, where is the ghost?"