Chang'an, who was extremely excited, couldn't stop trembling all over. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's just a guess, whether it's a real magic weapon or not, and you have to verify it.

Moreover, whether it was the ancient mirror was referring to was only a temporary guess, and what puzzled him the most was the disappeared stone.

But the stone is placed in everything with the ancient mirror, and Qi Baifei will not steal it, let alone move these things.

In the past ten years, he has never been short of things, but at this time, there is less.

Not only that, although the stone with the ancient mirror disappeared, the ancient mirror turned out to be intact.

"Could it be that the stone has the power to repair, if it is really the cause of the stone, then that... What about the two identical daggers?"

Chang'an, who took a deep breath again and again, immediately suppressed the restlessness and ecstasy in his heart, stretched out his hand to wipe the soil on the ancient mirror, and shone his face.

Just when Chang'an couldn't see the clue no matter how he looked at it, the ancient mirror in his hand suddenly trembled slightly, and a face exactly the same as Chang'an appeared directly from the mirror, and the frightened Chang'an immediately put the ancient mirror on the bed.

And the skin that fell on the ground made Chang'an's scalp numb, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"It's really a magic weapon, oh my God..."

Holding his breath, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, picked up the skin on the ground, and put it in his pocket.

With a complicated feeling, he stood up and picked up the ancient mirror on the quilt again.

This time he did not choose to look at himself, but chose the broken dagger.

After only three breaths, under the slight tremor of the ancient mirror, the second dagger with the same handle actually emerged from the mirror and fell on the bed.

Until this moment, Chang'an finally understood three things.

The first thing, this stone is definitely not something that Xiao Qi put in his pocket, the second thing, the stone is indeed the culprit in repairing this ancient mirror, and the third thing is that the ancient mirror in his hand is definitely more than any magic weapon in Chang'an's cognition.

But there was one more thing that made him the most unbelievable, who put the stone in his pocket.

If the stone is really the culprit in the restoration of the ancient mirror, then the only doubt is that that day, the moment he got the ancient mirror from Qi Baifei's hand at the door of the Dao Hall, he suddenly appeared behind him with a strange feeling, could it be a ghost? .

Chang'an, who took a deep breath, hurriedly suppressed the terror that made his scalp numb and like falling into an ice cellar, and shook his head.

As we all know, the magic weapon is the auxiliary treasure refined by the cultivator in order to enhance his own means, and the effects of these auxiliary magic weapons are also very different, but there is only one thing that is the same, that is, the power of these magic weapons varies from person to person, and there has never been a magic weapon that does not need any cultivator's spell casting, and opens on its own.

"It doesn't matter who he is, Qi Baifei doesn't want it, I want to..."

"Yes, the blood confesses the Lord..."

Suddenly, Chang An thought of the content of the magic weapon introduced in the book he had read, only the high level of the magic weapon can be recognized by blood, and under the blood to recognize the master, the magic weapon naturally belongs to him, not to anyone.

"Yes, yes, dripping blood to recognize the Lord, let's see, whether this ancient mirror is a magic weapon or not..."

Chang'an, who thought of it, didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, gritted his teeth, don't look over, got the broken dagger, and cut a wound on his finger with a sharper tear, and the blood flowed down, he grinned, and hurriedly dripped the blood flowing on his hand on the ancient mirror.

Suddenly, the ancient mirror rose out of thin air, stopped in the air, and a stream of colorful light burst out of it and spread out, forming a huge eggshell light curtain, which not only shrouded the ancient mirror, but also shrouded Chang'an, who took a step back in surprise.

In this colorful curtain of light, he saw a universe, a universe with brilliant stars, like a chessboard of stars, intoxicated and awe-inspiring, vast and boundless.

Suddenly, Chang'an was shocked, and found that his body was weightless and floating, and before the surprise passed, the colorful light curtain suddenly converged and condensed into a crystal clear star spot, like a drop of water, dripping on the surface of the ancient mirror.

The ripples in the circle were everywhere, Chang'an's whole body fell to the ground, and after scolding his mother in pain, the rust and dirt visible to the naked eye in the ancient mirror that had been vacated and stopped slowly receded and disappeared.

At the same time, a feeling as if something had entered his head made Chang'an look strange and subconsciously knocked on his head.

In a blink of an eye, the ancient mirror on his stomach disappeared immediately, and in amazement, Chang An took a deep breath, shook his head, stared at the raised hands and said silently: "Now..."

A tingling sensation like pulling out a hair appeared between the eyebrows, and then, the ancient mirror that disappeared suddenly appeared in Chang'an's hands, like a trick, without the slightest sign and breath missing.

"Magic weapon, magic weapon, what a magic weapon... Sent it, sent it ... My Chang'an is going to be developed. ”

Chang'an, who had already prepared in his heart, had an unconcealed ecstasy in his eyes, dancing and laughing wildly, and after a while, he came to the bed, got the dagger, and put it in front of the ancient mirror, while his thoughts remained and did not give any orders.

Dozens of breaths passed, and when he saw that there was no reaction in the mirror, Chang'an was not surprised.

As if touching a peerless beauty, gently stroking the ancient mirror in her hand.

Suddenly, I saw him turn around in a dashing manner, with a majestic momentum in his eyes, a majestic expression, and a low voice: "Hou Yuwan, take your life, Gu Jing, give me a copy..."

It was still the time of three breaths, and the ancient mirror trembled slightly, and a rusty broken dagger immediately emerged from the mirror and fell on the bed.

slapped himself a few times, the hot pain made Chang'an no longer care about anything else, looked up to the sky and roared.

"Ahhh.....hhh

......

A young man who was cleaning his room in his own room frowned, looked at the direction where the sound came from, couldn't help covering his ears, and reprimanded: "Chang'an, bastard, what are you crying wolf about... The sound insulation of the dormitory is so poor, why doesn't anyone take care of it..."

"This Chang'an is sick again?"

"Definitely... I think I was beaten by Hou Yuwan's little girl and was crying in pain..."

Chang An in the room, after venting the excitement and excitement in his heart, put all the copper bowls and iron utensils resting on the bed back in the hole in the pillar in the center of the room, cleaned up the soil on the quilt, recalled the ancient mirror, dressed up, washed up, left the room, and after climbing over the wall, he walked directly to Dantang.

With a magic weapon that can be copied, there are too many things he can do, and the first target is the pills prepared for the inner disciples in the Dan Hall, and the rare marrow cleansing pill, as well as the Gathering Spirit Pill, the Feeling Spirit Pill and so on...

Not only that, but he even wanted to go to the Magic Pavilion to copy those spell books that he couldn't take away, but if he wanted to enter the Magic Pavilion, only if the real spirit gathering was successful, he could have the qualifications to enter the Magic Pavilion's disciples.

Gathering spirits is the first step of cultivation, and cultivation is commonly known as cultivating immortals, and those who embark on the path of cultivation are called monks, and the immortals in the secular mouth are their group of people. As Chang'an, who has appeared in the sect since he was a child, he is familiar with these things, but because of his talent, it is difficult for him to succeed in gathering spirits.

Not only him, but the entire outer disciple can gather the spirit successfully, and the ten are not one, and the pitifully low one percent makes it difficult for all the outer disciples to succeed even if they struggle for ten years, twenty years, or even thirty years.

And these children of the outer sect who do not have the success of gathering spirits, if they are lucky, they will be assigned to the sect's secular industry and become a manager, while those who are unlucky will have to stay in the sect for the rest of their lives.

Why is it said that gathering spirits is the first step that cultivators must do, because only if they succeed in gathering spirits can they be regarded as real cultivators, like Chang'an, they can only be regarded as fairy children, and the realm of gathering spirits is nothing in the entire ranks of cultivation, because above it, there is a realm that people look up to, building a foundation... And on top of the foundation, there is also a legendary realm that all monks revere and yearn for, Jindan.

Gathering spirits, building foundations, and golden pills are the three-step dilemma that monks must take.

Juling is the weakest, and Jindan is the strongest.

And such a strong existence as Jin Dan is difficult to hear of in Qingxiao Sect, who has reached this realm, because if it reaches the existence of this legendary realm, all of them are shocking people, turning their hands, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, their thoughts are shaken, and flowers are turned into trees.

This sentence describes the existence of the Jindan period, and almost all monks are familiar with it, but they can't be familiar with the mantra, which shows the horror and power of the Jindan period.

But these are too far away, Chang'an doesn't want these at all, and now he plans to enter the warehouse of the Dantang first, secretly copy the marrow and muscles, as well as the reborn pill, and then use the power of the pill to gather the spirit and successfully step into the real cultivation ranks.

Coming to the door of Dantang, Chang'an couldn't help but stretch out his head in surprise and looked at the overcrowded Dantang.

At this moment, people in Dantang came and went, and children of the size of Chang'an were holding medicine baskets full of medicinal materials, and from time to time they came and went in front of the inner disciples of Dantang who shouted the names of medicinal materials.

I saw that in the hall of the Dan Hall, there were thirty Dan furnaces, and in front of this Dan furnace, there was a young man or girl with a serious look and sweaty forehead.

And beside them, waving their hands and reciting the mantra, there were two or three at most, and at least one boy, who kept handing over the medicinal herbs taken out of the medicine basket. Because the thirty Dan furnaces were all lit for alchemy, the huge Dan Hall was already filled with a mild high temperature.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, come on..."

At this moment, a familiar shout made Chang'an, who was looking around, suddenly slightly stunned.

Following the source, he turned his head to look and saw Wang Tian raising his hand and swaying towards him, and behind Wang Tian, there was a young man with cold eyes and indifferent eyebrows.

Seeing this person, Chang'an immediately ran over without thinking about it, quickly bowed his head respectfully, gave a salute, and said, "Chang'an has seen Senior Brother Lin..."

The person who was called Senior Brother Lin by Chang'an was the real disciple of Dantang, and he was also the inner disciple who could really contact the art of alchemy, unlike Chang'an, who was just an errand boy, so when facing the real inner disciple, Chang'an did not dare to slack off, always cautious, and did not dare to show any dislike.

Although they are both disciples of Nanfeng, the gap between the outer gate and the inner gate is like the chasm between heaven and earth, they cannot say the same, and there is no fairness, if the inner disciple is angry, they all have the right to immediately revoke Chang'an's qualifications as a disciple of the outer sect of Dantang, which shows the difference.

"I heard you're sick, are you feeling better?"

The young man surnamed Lin glanced at Chang'an lightly, his eyes opened and closed, and there was a light swimming in it, under the eyes of the young man surnamed Lin, Chang'an's face was pale, as if his body was being seen inside and out, and he nodded hurriedly.

"Chang'an's disease has been cured, and it is not in the way..."

The young man surnamed Lin retracted his gaze and turned his hand, a Danfang with the names of many medicinal materials suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Go to the Danfang and grab these medicinal herbs, grab three copies of each..."

"Yes!"

Chang'an took the Dan Fang with both hands, and his nervous expression relaxed, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaim that it was dangerous, he didn't even know that Dantang was actually refining Dan today.

After getting the prescription, Chang'an, like other errand boys, carried the medicine basket on his back and came to the warehouse where the medicinal materials were placed, and saw a young man with yellow teeth and thief eyebrows, sitting on a chair and smiling at him.