I wanted to raise a dog, but how could I raise a dog?

Immortal Linhe felt the hands supporting her arms tremble slightly, but when she raised her hands, she saw that the other party was expressionless.Thinking that he felt wrong, he didn't care too much, stood up and said: "I already know about Hongying, but the seventh generation blocked the news, except for a few people, no one knows that you have left. Take it easy for now."

Lin Yuan nodded, then asked after a moment of silence: "How do you know I'm here?"

Immortal Linhe smiled and said: "It's because of you, ancestor, that you took a picture of this horizontal knife made by the younger generations." After speaking, he lightly tapped his finger, and the silk wrapped around the knife slipped off, revealing a pitch-black horizontal knife.

The scabbard is smooth without any special decorations, no matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary horizontal knife, without even aura fluctuations, just like a crudely made stone toy.

Lin Yuan drew the knife out of its sheath, and with a clang, the silver-white blade flew out, and stopped motionless after drawing a dazzling arc in the air.

The blade is straight, with only the tip of the blade curved like a crescent moon, shining brightly under the light; faint lines like clouds and mist spread on the blade, so that the blade does not show a trace of murderous aura, but it is very similar to the gentle temperament of Linhe Immortal conform to.But after 30 years, that bit of lukewarmness will be infiltrated by Lin Yu'an's cool temperament, and it will be as cold as a snowstorm together.

Looking at the familiar blade, Lin Yuan finally felt at ease and confident in this strange place 30 years ago.

Even if there is no mortal realm, in this ancient universe full of divine realms, it is enough for him to have a sword.

Immortal Linhe was flattered to see Lin Yu'an's love, and explained the origin of this knife: "This knife is made from the fragments of the statue that your ancestor incarnated at that time. The scabbard was refined with intense fire, and the blade was refined with cold flames... ..."

Lin Yu'an didn't expect that this knife was actually made of the residue that sank at the bottom of the flesh and bone pool, and couldn't help but ask what kind of material it was. After all, 30 years later, he searched all over the world of spirits and found nothing. .

But Linhe Immortal also shook his head: "I don't know what kind of material it is. I only know that the second generation of nobles brought out the ancestor stone carvings from the Netherworld."

"Stone carving?" Huan frowned slightly, "Have you carved it when you brought it out of the Netherworld?"

"Yes."

Huan seemed to know something, and after hearing the exact answer, he stopped talking, causing Xiefeng to look at him twice, and asked via voice transmission: "Do you know something?"

Huan didn't look at him, and responded lightly: "I can't remember."

"You don't want to tell me?" Xiefeng was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to explode on the spot.

"If you really want to know, just come to me before the moon rises tonight." Huan glanced at him sideways, and then blocked Xiefeng's next sound transmission.

Xiefeng sat down in the corner with a sullen face, while Linyuan was all focused on the horizontal knife in his hand, and didn't pay much attention to this detail. He raised his head and asked, "You said that the blade is made of cold flames?"

"Yes," Immortal Lin He talked eloquently when he mentioned this, although it was his first time to refine a spirit weapon, he had a solid foundation of knowledge: "Speaking of which, the material is also strange, it turns black when heated, and the texture is flexible; When it meets ice, it is like white snow, indestructible. So I asked Master for cold flames to specially refine the blade."

"By the way," Immortal Lin He smiled, "In this way, the person who just made a private deal with Master is you, the ancestor. I wonder what the two of you traded for?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he was a bit out of date. After a while, he changed his words again: "It's okay for the ancestors not to say anything, but the younger generation is talkative."

Lin Yu'an nodded and didn't say much, just mentioned two words: "ancient book." After all, the ancient book involved that scarlet character, even if Lin Yu'an trusted the person in front of him, he couldn't take this risk.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Lin Hexian finally said: "I don't know what the ancestor is going to name this knife?"

"You didn't name it?" Lin Yu'an took off her gloves, stroking the blade with her white fingertips, as if she liked the cold touch very much.

He said directly: "Practice the past. I want to practice the ancient way to resist the present." After finishing speaking, he put the knife on his waist.

"Good name." Although Lin Hexian didn't understand why the other party said that, he clapped his hands in praise of the occasion.

After that, he didn't say anything more, and resigned tactfully.After all, he is still under Hui's command, so it is not suitable for him to have too much contact with Lin Yu'an.

Lin Yu'an didn't want to keep him either, after saying goodbye to him, he turned around and said to the people behind him, "Go back."

Several people set off, only Xiefeng still sat motionless in the corner.Linyu Anben didn't want to pay attention to it, but after hesitating for a moment, he still walked towards him.

"Go back." He repeated.

Xiefeng didn't say a word, just looked up at him, and there was a little complexity in his eyes.

Just when Lin Yu'an's patience was exhausted, Xiefeng finally spoke, his tone a little irritated: "You really want to resurrect everyone in the first generation? What's the point of that?"

Lin Yu'an was taken aback by the question.

He didn't have this kind of thought at first, but he always felt that there was a pair of invisible big hands pushing him to do so.Even knowing that the first generation of Qinglong might be at the peak of this moonset, it was because a gust of wind happened to blow the ancient book recording history to that page.

He didn't actively want to resurrect the first generation of gods, but God seemed to want him to do so.So he followed God's will and came here.

"I will do my best, but I don't know the meaning." Thinking that the other party was unwilling, Lin Yuan frowned slightly: "If you don't want to go with me, you can leave at any time. You and I should have parted ways when we left Hongying .”

Lin Yu'an also couldn't figure out why Xiefeng, who had painstakingly provoked the war just to win freedom, followed behind after Hongying came out.Unlike Snake Ancestor, Tianhou, and Wuyi, he is very familiar with the current world and doesn't need to rely on himself at all.

Thinking of this, he turned to leave.

Seeing Lin Yu'an's move to leave, Xiefeng said hurriedly: "I don't want to go!" He raised his hand and grabbed Lin Yu'an's sleeve, suddenly became nervous: "Are you still angry with me? Want to drive me away?" Walk?"

"Why should I be angry?" Lin Yuan's eyes were light, "You and I didn't know each other at first, but we got entangled because of our interests. This is normal. Now that you are free, you should, leave..."

Although the words in his mouth were very chic, but for some reason, there was a sour smell in the air.Like a group of small and dense vines, winding from the abdomen to the heart, tightly entwining every blood vessel, squeezing out the stale air in it from the nasal cavity and eye sockets, making his originally fluent speech intermittent.

"Freedom is by your side." Xiefeng interrupted him impatiently.

Lin Yuan drooped her eyelashes: "Isn't it because Quezu didn't want to ask that question?" His eyelashes cast a shadow in front of his eyes, which was gray like fog in the forest.

This is terrible, Xiefeng's heart was shaking, he stood up hastily, and the curly hair he casually rolled up scattered: "I won't ask, I won't ask! Let's go now!"

After all, he turned against the guest and took Lin Yuan's wrist to take him out. Lin Yuan didn't struggle, put on the hood again and left quietly.

Looking at the backs of the two, Yingying tilted her head and murmured: "Did the two of them confess their love just now? Why do I feel that the three of us are a little redundant?"

Wuyi nodded, and Huan said calmly, "Just get used to it." After finishing speaking, he took out a pair of finely carved glasses with thin rims and put them on, and Yingying's eyes shone brightly, asking what it was.

Wu Yi had never seen it before, and looked at it curiously.

Huan was born beautiful, now there are many things on his face, not only did not reduce his beauty, but added a lot of indifferent softness and elegance, making people feel good at just one glance.

Adjusting the mirror frame, Huan narrowed her eyes with some discomfort and said, "This is a gadget I just bought outside. It's called gold silk glass transparent glasses. If you like it, I can take you to see it later."

"What's the use of this thing?" Yingying reached out and took off the glasses from Huan Fang's face and put them on her own face, imitating Huan Fang's appearance, squinting her eyes and pushing the frame, clearing her throat and saying in a low voice, "Who do you think I look like?"

"Heh..." Huan couldn't help laughing, showing his first smile after resurrection.

"Brother Huan really looks the best when he smiles. You used to like to laugh, so you can't keep a straight face now!" Yingying adjusted her glasses to a comfortable position and looked around, and found that nothing in her field of vision had changed. The figures of Lin Yu'an were suddenly blurred.

Huan smiled and said, "The glasses can block out some things you don't want to see."

"Brother Huan," Yingying said seriously, "Please buy me one too!"

Wuyi weakly raised her hand: "I, too, want one..."

When everyone returned to the residence, the sky was getting dark, but the moon had not yet risen, Xiefeng remembered what Huan said, and knocked on the door of the other party's room.

"Please come in."

Xiefeng pushed the door open and went in, and saw that Huan was reading with his head down holding a book, with two strange rings on his face.

"What's that on your face?"

"It's nothing." Huan took off his glasses and closed the book to look at him, and went straight to the point, "How much do you remember about what happened before we died?"

Xiefeng immediately lowered his expression and sat opposite him: "There are not many left."

"Me too..." Huan's voice was low, "But I remember that you can never let the nobleman meet with that person."

"Who?"

"Underworld, Lord Zhang Sheng."

On the other side, Lin Yu'an was flipping through the ancient book that was bought with a lot of money.Although this capital is just the tip of the iceberg that Hui Hui promised to give away the treasure in order for Lin Yuan to accept the blood.

Ancient books seem to have only dozens of thin sheets, but each page contains millions of characters, and one sheet records one type of text, and dozens of sheets are dozens of types.This ancient book records the rarest language in the ancient universe that only a few people know, and it is also something that Lin Yu'an urgently needs right now.

Because he didn't know the words displayed at every angle of the bloody characters, he could only place his hope in this ancient book, trying to decipher the meaning of the bloody characters from it.

He let out the bloody words, and while turning the angle, he looked at it word by word.However, a page of an ancient book has a page of millions of characters, and the blood characters have different angles and shapes. Lin Yu'an, who had just practiced spiritual qi, soon couldn't hold on, and fell dizzy and fell down.

"Be careful!" An arm caught him.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Xiefeng: Didn't I agree to let him chase me back?How did I take the initiative again in the end?

Lin Yu'an: ...you don't want to?

Xiefeng: I was wrong, I was wrong!I take the initiative!I will take the initiative all my life!