I practice ruthless way

Yan Wushu paced around in a small area, tapping his folding fan on his palm, searching for clues in his memory.

Suddenly, he thought of something, looked at Shitang calmly, tilted his head and asked Xiao Man: "The aura that wrapped Buwen Zhong just now came from your hands, and you still pulled me away from here by Zhang Xu, so that I won't come close , Are these precautions because it cannot be touched by living things?"

Xiao Man secretly said that his eyes were vicious, but his eyes did not move, they stayed on the Buwen clock, and he did not give Yan Wushu any points, and said softly: "Only the girl Shi can do it."

"It seems that the little girl has an unusual physique." Yan Wushu's tone seemed to be a little emotional, and then he said, "This magic weapon is also unusual."

Xiao Man turned his head immediately after hearing this.

He moved a little bigger, and the black hair on his back was lifted up for a moment, scattered and scattered, and an arc of light fell in midair.Yan Wushu laughed when he saw it: "It's indeed just a low-level magic weapon, common and useless, but at the same time, it's still a sacrificial weapon."

The accent fell on the last two words, and the smile in the words was reduced.

Xiao Man frowned lightly.

The sacrifice of the sacrificial vessel is taken from the meaning of sacrifice.This is a magic weapon specially used to improve the quality and level of the magic weapon. It is not easy to manufacture. In addition to requiring quite difficult skills, great opportunities and good luck are required to find the materials for making it. .

He thought about it, and Yan Wushu said: "The sacrificial vessel is very rare. It is even more so for those who don't hear the bell, who naturally reject living beings and only accept spiritual energy. It is of excellent quality, and it is used to cultivate high-level magical instruments to make them The success of the next level is extremely high, so it is quite normal to cause competition."

"Since it's so precious, why haven't people come up to Tiger Drum Mountain to steal it before?" After listening to Yan Wushu's words, Shitang opened her eyes wide and her face was full of doubts.

"Because in the past, no one could take it away except you." Yan Wushu said, "Now Xiao Man has thought of a way and brought it down the mountain, so the person who was spying secretly appeared."

Shitang rolled her eyes, and quickly thought of a way for those villains: "Shouldn't it be enough to go up the mountain and threaten me?"

"There is a formation outside your house, outsiders can't easily pass through." Xiao Man patiently explained to her, "Besides, maybe they don't know that you can touch the bell without hearing it."

"That's right, it was passed down by my ancestors!" Shitang was persuaded by Xiao Man, and there was a bit of pride in his eyes, and then he realized that something was wrong, and handed out the Buwen clock that he was holding in his hand, saying : "So, wouldn't it be extremely dangerous and risky for me to keep it?"

Before, she thought that Bu Wen Zhong was just an ordinary magic weapon, so when she heard that Xiao Man and the others encountered a villain on their way, she just regarded it as a plot in the story book. Although she was worried, she was not nervous, and even a little excited , Now that I understand the details and value of Buwen Zhong, I feel that I have won a hot potato, and my worries and fears surge out.

Yan Wushu smiled and comforted her: "Don't worry, I will take action when necessary."

"When is it necessary?" Shitang asked, then thought of the answer in a blink of an eye, and raised her voice a lot: "It won't be a life-threatening time, right?"

Yan Wushu stopped talking, Shitang's heart tightened, he looked at Xiao Man, carefully observed his expression, and found that it was really so.

Shitang thought: If the time comes when life is in danger, if this person is half a beat late, wouldn't he be dead?

She wrinkled her nose, moved her feet unnaturally, looked at the sky and the ground, and finally looked back at the unsounding clock in her hand, staring at it for a while, a flash of inspiration came to her mind.

"Not like this, Senior Wu, you are Xiao Man's teacher, and I heard that you are also the supervisor of their tasks. You must be very fair, so may I ask you to help keep it for you?" She stretched her eyebrows slightly, and looked forward After walking half a step, he smiled sweetly.

It was the first time Xiao Man saw this girl pretending to be so cute, he couldn't help but tilt his head, and smiled softly.

The smile was extremely short, the pitch-black eyes were bent into fans, and the light from the stars and moon was shattered into fine particles, which melted away the habitual indifference on his face, making him look extremely bright.

Yan Wushu captured this scene, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his jaw, but suddenly he thought that Xiao Man hadn't smiled at him for a long time.

He lowered his eyes, but his thoughts changed instantly, and he immediately raised them again, nodding at Shitang: "Scheming, not bad."

There was a bit of praise in the tone, but after a blink of an eye, the topic changed: "Instead of handing it over to me, it's better to wait until Shenjing, spend some money, and deposit the things in Xijiangyue."

"Xijiangyue?" Shitang asked.

Yan Wushu replied: "A store that specializes in guarding valuables for customers has hired many experts, so you don't have to worry about things being lost—of course, even if they are lost, you can still get compensation."

"Oh..." Shitang slumped her shoulders in frustration, "Thank you, Senior Wu, for your guidance."

Xiao Man gathered a ball of spiritual power again, covered the Buwen Bell, put the bell back into the jade box, and put it back into the Qiankun Ring.Shitang wears the Qiankun ring and goes back to the house, only him and Yan Wushu are left in the yard.

The wind passed silently, and the starlight and moonlight poured down like water, making the bluestone slabs under your feet extraordinarily bright.The hem of Yan Wushu's clothes was dark black, rising and falling in the wind, the light slid across the satin, reflecting delicate dark patterns.Xiao Man glanced over, turned and walked towards his own room.

Yan Wushu stood there without moving.

The wind doesn't stop.Xiao Man took two steps, turned to look back at him, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"You still have something to ask me." Yan Wushu smiled, turned slightly sideways, facing Xiao Man, and the folding fan in his hand twirled a beautiful and crisp flower.

Xiao Man did have doubts in his heart.He pursed his lips lightly, said some words, and said, "Did Gu Shan know from the beginning that the Buwen Bell he was looking for in the mission was a sacrificial vessel?"

"You know that I have never been in the Bai Huafeng Disciple Hall, so I can't tell." Yan Wushu said slowly, "However, I have heard that if the low-level disciples' experience before the sword test meeting is drawn, The task of finding the item, in the end, the item will be rewarded to the tasker.”

"As a magic weapon, there is nothing to recommend not to hear the bell; as a sacrificial vessel, its value is extraordinary. But when we return to Gushan to clear the mission, Gushan will return the things to us as a reward... In this way, this should be It's a coincidence." Xiao Man analyzed in a low voice.

Yan Wushu snorted, noncommittal.

Xiao Man stood in the yard for a while, thinking carefully if there were any mistakes or omissions, and finally said: "Anyway, let's talk about it after going to Shenjing first."

It was just a whisper to himself, the voice fell to the ground, he dropped his sleeves, stepped into the house, and closed the door.

The starlight and moonlight are still there, and the fragrance of autumn osmanthus wafts from the street, faintly sweet.

Yan Wushu raised his head, glanced casually in the direction of the inn, shook out his folding fan, and disappeared from the courtyard.

The weather remained fine the next day.

What Xiuwu does is to make a living at night, to enjoy the wind and moon instead of the morning haze, and has no habit of getting up early.Xiao Man was lazy for a while, and didn't get up at dawn, but the meal in the morning was not over, he still went to the noodle shop yesterday, and ordered a bowl of stewed noodles.

In the afternoon, when the woman next to Sister Qin called the girls in the building to practice dancing, Xiao Man and Mo Juntian walked onto the stage seemingly calmly, but they were actually numb inside.

Fortunately, this kind of day only lasted for two days. On the third day, the group of Sode Mai who was going to perform at the festival began to pack up and set off for Shenjing.

Yuntai Town is on the west side of Shenjing, very close to it, starting in the morning and arriving in the afternoon, but never encountered difficulties when entering the city.

There weren't too many people coming back from Xiuwu, but the girls' luggage was extremely heavy, and together with Wu's clothes and hairpins, there were six carriages.It is normal for such a team to stop and go at the entry gate, but since the last time they stopped, they stopped moving for half an hour.

Shitang raised the curtain, looked outside several times, and finally figured out the situation: "Someone is arguing with us."

Xiao Man knelt and sat on the soft cushion, although he lowered his eyes, he paid attention to the outside world all the time, and said "um".

Competing with Xiuwuhui is a dance troupe from another place, the number of people is no less than Xiuwuhui, and the woman sitting in the leading carriage is no worse than Sister Qin. The two parties seem to be old enemies. They met outside the city gate. In fact, no one was willing to give in, which resulted in the current situation.

"I really didn't expect such a thing to happen." Shitang sighed.

Before departure, the weather in Yuntai Town was suddenly cold, so she wore more clothes, but when she came to Shenjing, the sun came out again.She was not able to use spiritual power to adjust like Xiao Man and the others, and it was inconvenient to change clothes at the moment. During the quarter of an hour in the carriage, she was so hot that her forehead and back were covered with sweat, and she couldn't help complaining.

She simply rolled up the curtain so that some wind could pass through.

"It's a good thing we didn't quarrel, otherwise it would be too disrespectful." Shitang whispered, but after a while, he said: "But I would rather have a quarrel and win or lose, it's better than this!"

Xiao Man took out something from the Qiankun Ring, and said to Shitang: "Take this in your hand."

This is a round, bright green object, which looks a bit like jade, but it is not the same when you look closely.Shitang wondered: "What is this?"

Mo Juntian glanced over and said, "You'll know when you hold it."

Shitang stretched out her hand, and as soon as she touched it, the haggard and melancholy on her face disappeared.

"It's so cool!" she exclaimed.

"This is a kind of fruit from Gushan. It doesn't taste very good, but its skin is cold and can be used to keep cool." Xiao Man explained in a warm voice.

Shitang hurriedly expressed her thanks.

After another quarter of an hour, the convoy finally moved forward, and it was Sister Qin who returned from the sleeve dance who used some means to win the fight.

"The girls from Xiuwuhui like to quarrel and fight, it seems that this proprietress is a good leader." Mo Juntian shook his head and said, with a hint of disgust in his words.

They came to the post house in Shenjing.

Carriages are not allowed to enter, and all luggage must be put down and brought in by people.

Xiao Man and the others didn't bring much at all, they were all light.There are many things for Xiuwu, and there are only a few musicians in their group who are men, and they are busy at the moment, while those girls are arrogant and unwilling to do anything.

Xiao Man flicked his fingers lightly, and used some tricks to help out. When the musicians unloaded their things, when Sister Qin led everyone to go in, she suddenly heard two or three familiar voices coming from the posthouse.

"Yes, it's Qian San, Ma Wu, and Zhao Liu!" Mo Juntian looked a little anxious when he heard who they were, "I remembered, their task is to come to the Shenjing Festival to help!"

"What? Are there any acquaintances of yours in the festival?" Shitang regained his energy when he heard this.

Different from Shitang's expression, Mo Juntian grabbed Xiao Man's arm and pulled him towards the corner, "Hurry up, let's turn our backs, don't let them see you!"

"Don't be too nervous, they may not recognize it." Xiao Man lowered his voice to comfort.

But at this moment, one of Qian Mazhao suddenly raised his voice and said excitedly: "Hey, isn't that..."

The author has something to say: sacrificial utensils = dog food