"What a shabby king to turn a rock into a throne, and is it true that you have called yourself the King of the Grotto? ”

With Wei Ye's smiling and mocking expression, the words that were half sarcastic and half disgusted replied indifferently, making the man on the rock throne can't help but lean forward, revealing his face under his long hair. It's not the expected stiff face with cold and sharp lines, but the delicate face of a girl with soft and lovely lines like hibiscus, and the puzzled look and question that is completely out of state: "Uncle?"

"Huh...... Oh. Let the eyes open and close a few times, as the retina got used to the sudden increase in brightness in the studio, Wei Ye covered his hands on his face and rubbed it vigorously a few times, letting a wave of heat pass through his skin and dispel some tiredness, and then his eyes fell on Sima Ling's body.

Everything is normal, there is no rock throne with strange tastes, there are no men in the late stage of middle school students' conjectures, only Sima Ling who is holding a glass of white water.

"Dream ...... Pressed his knuckles against his forehead, Wei Ye flicked his tongue, took the warm water handed over by his small oil bottle, and poured it down in one go, only to feel more comfortable. Just put down the cup and tilted his head, Wei Ye's gaze happened to meet Sima Ling.

"Do you have a clue, uncle? Princess Wencheng is like a cat burned by a cigarette butt now, and she has to go to this attic studio at least thirty times a day, and if you disappoint him, I'm worried that he won't be driven crazy. ”

Wei Ye didn't have any feelings about Wei Wencheng's nickname "Princess Wencheng", which was completely because of himself, he got up with a little wake up, and replied nonchalantly: "Probably because the guests who paid the deposit in advance couldn't get weapons, but could only get simple tools from him in the Paleolithic Age." In accordance with the tradition of the Chamber of Commerce of the Astral Gate, customers are entitled to three to five times the amount of compensation in this case. ”

However, Wei Wencheng is not a person who will be anxious for circulating currencies such as precious metals and the common point of cause and effect, and a creature like Wenqing will naturally put on a face of "I have an enmity with you" in the face of the Marshal of Xuantan or the Ganesho God of Wealth.

Adding in his heart, Wei Ye moved his neck and fingers, and refocused his gaze on the search interface of the database: "But just now I had a very bad dream, although there are some things in the dream that I hate, but there are also some very good hints. Well, I was like the spy in the story, seeing the stone lantern in the middle of the garden that crossed parallel paths at night. ”

"I don't understand the weird and unpopular metaphor," he pulled the bamboo slip terminal towards his side in time, and Sima Ling confidently blocked the emotion of the unemployed folklorist, "It's been almost a few days since I've been fooling around like this without regard for my body, uncle." Compared to the stone lanterns you saw, I think you should go to Princess Wencheng's shower room to take a shower and go to bed now. ”

Wei Ye let out a chuckle, and then habitually slurred.

"Tsk, so whether my education is a success or a failure, this is the tone of the head of the family as a matter of course. ”

"It's 'our family's education,' uncle. ”

"Uh-huh......"

With a mentality of having a daughter in my family, mixed with pride and frustration, Wei Ye took off his cloth towel and green shirt and entered Wei Wencheng's shower room. The warm water splashed down, and the fairy warlock stood under the shower, his fingers through the mist, and gently tapped the handle of the shower. The shower is made of woodfish stone with a yellow-brown wood texture, and the sound is as crisp as a chime, and there is a subtle and delicate touch to the fingertips. Muyu stone is also a taste of the outer Dan medicine, also known as Taiyi surplus grain, with Mount Tai out of the highest quality, alchemy often take out the stone eggs in their stone cavity to quench the iron essence, but for the average person, the texture of the wooden fish stone is delicate and the appearance and color are born with a thick and clumsy charm, but it is a good material for polishing small stone pots and ornaments. Speaking of which, although Wei Wencheng has the inevitable problems of all literary and artistic youths, his taste is not too bad, such as this wooden fish stone shower, such as the Taihu stone tea table in his tea room......

Well, compared with the small Muyushi shower, the tea table made of unpolished Taihu stone is like a mountain. Mount Tai and the mountains around it have produced countless Muyu stones, allowing them to enter the Dan furnace, medicine cabinets, and craft counters, so what about this hill where the Hundred Refining Qinggang Sword Walk is located?

Ah, and that idiot sitting on a rocky mountain.

Lowering his head to let the hot water run down his hair, Wei Ye raised his hand and pressed the switch of the shower.

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There are many styles of drinking tea, the tea ceremony that adheres to the rituals set up by Zen monks to empty their minds is the most boring, the three-course tea of the old people in the Qiangui countryside roasting tea leaves and rice flowers and soybeans in black pottery cups is the most cordial style, and the Cantonese people prepare large plates and small cages of tea in addition to the tea, which is probably a more realistic style than drinking tea with light things such as dried silk. On the tea table of Taihu Stone, at this moment, according to the tradition of Cantonese morning tea, there are several baskets of steamed dumplings and rice balls and other dim sum, and a pot of Qimen Red has just been brewed, so that a faint fruity fragrance wafts in the tea room.

If Wei Ye wasn't full of talismans and incantations and miscellaneous occult theories now, he would probably laugh at Wen Qing's weapon merchants for learning the style of the Ming and Qing Dynasty merchants and learning the four things of a petty family. So the immortal warlock, who was not in the mood to talk about irrelevant things, carried the peach daughter and wore a green shirt, and stepped into the tea room like a wanderer.

Wei Wencheng was pouring red tea into a white porcelain gold-rimmed cup, his hand holding the handle of the pot was smoothly half-hung in the air, skillfully controlling the angle of the spout to prevent a drop of tea from splashing out, but his gaze involuntarily turned to the immortal warlock: "What's the progress?"

"Urgently, princess. Wei Ye blocked a yawn with his free hand and replied, "I always thought that merchants had to learn to wear masks and not let their hole cards be seen by their opponents." ”

"Uncle, I think you'd better sleep for a while. Sima Ling looked at Wei Ye's face and said seriously, "The ban and the problems inside are here, and they won't run." ”

"When the decryption is at the most critical moment, no one can sleep. Wei Ye said as he handed the hilt of Tao Qianjin's sword forward, "And you suggested that I take a shower, now I'm much more energetic." ”

Letting his fingers press the spring on the scabbard, Wei Ye motioned with his eyes to the Wenqing businessman and the small oil bottle to take away the cup on the Taihu Stone Table, and held the scabbard of Tao Qianjin with both hands, and slammed it towards the table like playing a game of beating watermelon with a bat on the beach!

With a swing, a hammer, a press, the sword is unsheathed.

Freed from the shackles of a lightweight bamboo sheath, Peach's sword slammed into the table with its exaggerated density and weight.

The light blue, slightly grayish Taihu Lake stone made a crisp clicking sound, and broke apart from the place where the hilt touched.

Although it is a famous ornamental stone, but Taihu Lake stone is still a water erosion limestone fished from the lake, although the water dissolution of limestone gives Taihu Lake stone a clear and porous shape, but also makes Taihu Lake stone, which belongs to brittle stone, much easier to destroy than other stones. However, because of the brittle and porous characteristics of Taihu stone, it is not a suitable stone carving material, and there are very few furniture carved with it.

But Wei Wencheng didn't care about his tea table, just watched with wide eyes as Wei Ye stretched out his left hand and groped a few times in the broken stone table, and finally grabbed a short sword that was not much longer than a small spoon in a hole. The hilt and scabbard are cast in brass, and the lattice is in the traditional shape of a ruyi cirrus cloud, which looks like the most common children's toys found in street-side dollar stores. But it was such an inconspicuous little sword with an iron chain hinge wrapped around it, which completely sealed the sword body in the scabbard, and at the other end of the hinge, hung a small old-fashioned lock with a dragon's eye core, a stone lock.

"The King of Stone in the Grotto, sitting in the Stone Mountain, buried the treasure of the Sword in the Stone. Wei Ye frowned and looked at this delicate gadget, and muttered, "The core part of the prohibition uses stone locks and swords as suppression objects, symbolizing the two images of petrification and sword respectively, which is interesting. ”

Saying this, Wei Ye pointed out the sword trick, and drew the talisman seal of the Dongyang Sword Blessing in the air, and the fire was scorching, attached to the fingertips, and it just became a sword shadow. There was no need to hesitate, Wei Ye's sword pointed horizontally, and the fire blade slashed directly at the hinged stone lock.

This forbidden magic object also seemed to have a little bit of spirituality, and sensing the threat of the fire sword shadow, the small sword as wide and narrow as bamboo chopsticks shook violently in the brass sheath like a frightened snake, and came out of the sheath with a buzz. As if he was very taboo about the fire of Wei Ye's fingertips, the sword body of the small sword arched, avoiding Wei Ye's sword fingers, and flicked it to the ground.

But before it landed, Wei Wencheng's eyebrows were gloomy with sympathy, and he said coldly: "Want to run?" There was a slight surprise in his words, but his subordinates were not slow at all, and a silver light burst out from his sleeve like lightning, and he was twisting against the small sword that was about to flee. This silver light roared with the wind, full of evil energy, and it was already a very good means of guarding things.

As if he was extremely familiar with Wei Wencheng's path, the little sword slammed into a slam and bent heavily, like a snake biting its tail, but it happened to reverse the direction, narrowly avoiding the silver light released by Wei Wencheng who didn't know what the path was.

Without waiting for Yinguang to be recalled by Wei Wencheng, Xiao Jian turned in the direction of the sword and rushed towards the side that was most likely to break through in the tea room.

Sima Ling is a girl who never likes to practice and doesn't want to hone her skills. Even if he followed Wei Ye, a professional Wild Road Scattered Immortal Warlock, he had to listen to unemployed folklorists talk about the principles of spells every day, and he could often see some spell experiments with great learning value, but he was still not very interested in spell cultivation. In terms of magical ability alone, she is indeed the weakest link in this encirclement.

But-

"Click-"

The sound of the osmanthus sugar root being bitten off ended the sound of the sword breaking through the air, and Sima Ling very ladyfully covered his face with a white silk fan, only revealing a pair of eyes, looking at the two guys surnamed Wei triumphantly. And with the crisp sound under her fan, Wei Ye asked angrily, "What is the smell of that little flying sword?"

"It's crunchy, a lot like fried chicken with onions and potato chips. Sima Ling tilted his head generously towards Wei Ye and replied, "It is worthy of being a spiritual Taoist flying sword, it tastes good." ”