Women's procrastination can't be said

There are far fewer mages than warriors, so even in the Liangyi Pavilion, there are not many magic weapons in existence. Song Yuyan counted them, and there will not be more than twenty pieces.

"What are these?" Song Qingwu threw down a long stick with a look of disgust.

"To use the magic circle, a mage needs magic tools as a medium to draw the magic circle. Different magic tools have different effects and different scopes of use." Principal Feng explained patiently.

"What range of use?" Song Qingwu picked up a jade ball, shook his head, and quickly put it down.

"It's just that different magic tools can bear different magic circle levels. The magic circle level is the same as the body magic level. It is divided into four levels: heaven, earth, mysterious, and yellow, and three small levels: elementary, middle, and high." Master Feng answered patiently. his problem.

After touching them all, Song Qingwu frowned and said, "Take the one with the highest grade here. Remember, it must look good!"

"Like a little girl." Song Yuyan couldn't help muttering.

"Your Highness, please follow me." Seeing that he was not very impatient, Chief Feng said immediately, not daring to offend him.

Song Qingwu immediately followed proudly.He knew that Mr. Feng had left behind.

Director Feng brought the two of them back to the small room where Luonan worked. This time, Director Feng did not knock on the door, but opened it directly.

There was no one inside.

"Your Highness, Miss Song, please follow me."

Walking in, the layout inside is the same as what Song Yuyan saw just now, simple and monotonous, only a deck chair is placed, the only difference is that Luonan is nowhere to be seen.

"Old Luo has gone to look for materials." Seeing the searching gazes of the two, Director Feng said with a faint smile.

"Is there any treasure here?" Song Qingwu looked around, but found nothing, and didn't understand what Master Feng's intention was.

Director Feng nodded: "Wait a moment." After appeasing the emotions of the two, Director Feng knelt down on the spot.

dong dong.

He raised his hand and tapped the floor.

Song Yuyan's eyes lit up, the voice could explain the vacuum environment under the floor.

Director Feng fumbled around on the floor, and when he touched a spot, he exerted a little force on his fingers.

click.

A tile bounced off.

He moved it with difficulty, and the two of them could see the dusty first-class equipment with their own eyes.

Remove the protective cover, about ten treasures are displayed in front of you.

"These items will be on display and sold in a few days, but you two are eligible to take them away in advance if you hold the Zijin Card." Director Feng smiled and looked at the two of them, and at the same time arranged all the items one by one.

More than a dozen things are colorful, black swords, blue bows, red guns, yellow shields, everything, but the two of them just glanced at it hastily.

Because what Song Qingwu really needed was the last staff, which was much more low-key.The whole body is blue, the body of the stick is straight and slender, without complicated patterns, only a few floating clouds hovering, and the tip of the stick is a bluish-white jade bead the size of a fist.

Director Feng didn't hesitate, picked up the staff directly, and handed it to Song Qingwu.

"The name of this stick is 'Tianyan'. The head of the stick is made of thousand-year-old cold jade, and the body is made of green sandalwood. Sandalwood needs thousands of years of evolution to become green sandalwood. The word 'Tianyan' comes from this." The properties of the two materials are equivalent, complement each other, and can withstand the circulation of huge internal forces."

Raising your hand to touch the body of the stick, it feels firm and smooth to the touch, even the floating cloud pattern doesn't hurt your hands.

"'Green sandalwood is pure', and cold jade is 'cold'. When the two meet, there is a one-thousandth probability of fusion, and 'Tianyan' is lucky to successfully fuse the two. The user can devour the 'sky' The fusion energy in the performance, cleanses the soul."

As Master Feng said, holding Tianyan in his hand, as long as he attracts the internal energy a little, a refreshing and cool feeling will hit his heart, and Song Qingwu feels much refreshed.

"Then can this energy be swallowed all at once? Will it be exhausted?" Song Qingwu asked a more critical question.

"A magic weapon is not like a weapon. Each magic weapon needs its own consciousness. When its energy is completely swallowed by you, it means that 'Tianyan' has truly recognized you as the master. This energy will indeed be exhausted, but its The 'seeds' will grow in your body and continue to produce this energy, which is what makes 'Evolution' unique."

"Then this is really a good thing." Song Qingwu didn't bother to put away his foolish look, and carefully observed the newly acquired staff.

hum!

Tianyan suddenly trembled.

"Uh, what is it?" Song Qingwu's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to lose it, so he could only ask Master Feng for help.

"It should be that 'Tianyan' is dissatisfied with being called a 'thing'! Don't look at its appearance, this guy is the most tempered I've ever seen." Director Feng joked.

"Ah! That's it." Song Qingwu hugged it immediately, "You are good, of course you are not a 'thing', you are my little baby, okay, kiss."

"Pfft! You're so disgusting." Song Yuyan couldn't stand him like this, and her whole body was covered in goose bumps.

hum!

Like Ying and Song Yuyan, Tianyan shook again.

"You! Turn your elbows out!" Song Qingwu hammered Tianyan angrily.

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Two days later.

Song Yuyan was sitting in the study, fiddling with a thick book in her hand, with an impatient expression, looking out the window from time to time.

Song Feng, who was sitting at work, raised his eyes slightly, and saw his daughter sitting on pins and needles."Are you in a hurry?" he asked.

When her father found out that she was not serious, Song Yuyan was embarrassed for a while, and immediately sat upright, saying solemnly: "No hurry, what's the matter with Dad? Yan'er is reading a book seriously."

Don't look at Song Feng usually doting on Song Yuyan, but he has never been ambiguous about her education. At this time of day, she has to stay in the study with Song Feng.Song Feng works, she studies.

A smile flashed in Song Feng's eyes.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Knowing that he couldn't hide it from his father, Song Yuyan replied honestly: "Song Qingwu and I made an appointment to go to Liangyi Pavilion today to pick up the whip..."

Hearing the word "Song Qingwu", Song Feng's face froze, and he said seriously: "Yan'er, no matter how good you are at playing, you can't break the rules, you know? You can't know His Highness's name. The consequences would be severe."

"Yes, Daddy." Song Yuyan stuck out her tongue mischievously.

Just when Song Yuyan wanted to ask Song Feng for leave, the servant suddenly knocked on the door.

"Master, His Royal Highness the Second Prince came here, saying that he has an appointment with Miss, look..."

Song Feng's big hands froze, and his brows were furrowed.

"Daddy, can you..." Song Yuyan's face brightened, and he immediately asked Song Feng for permission.

"No!" Song Feng interrupted her, "Now is the time to study, and I can't go anywhere. I will go out and refuse the second prince. You stay here and read, and I will ask questions later."

"But..." Song Yuyan was completely anxious.

Song Feng's face was very cold, and his tone was firm: "There is nothing but, if I say no, I just can't. Stay here."

Get up and leave, turn your back on the door, and move freely.

Song Yuyan didn't have time to interrupt.

She clearly saw that Song Feng almost tripped over the threshold, the staggering pace was the first time she saw it, and it was also the first time she saw Song Feng who lost his manner.

"Hey..." Sighing, Song Yuyan could only resign herself to her fate and continue studying with her book in her arms. Even her father, who had always been strategizing, was in a hurry. It seemed that he really couldn't delay his studies. Let's get the whip after he finishes studying. Today, Song Qingwu's pigeons can only be released once.

After a while, Song Feng returned to the study room. He was obviously relieved to see Song Yuyan reading the book seriously.Get back to your seat and continue working.

The entire study was silent.

Suddenly, the sound of the pen falling to the ground was extremely clear and resounded in my ears.

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