The villain, the big brother and the master are HE [Wearing the Book]

The wind chimes at the door swayed, indicating that there were guests coming. The crisp sound resounded through the small forging shop. The young man in the shop was nestled on the recliner, and when he heard the footsteps, he turned his head lazily. lay back.

"Want something? Take a look."

The attitude is not perfunctory.

Song Yan didn't say anything, just wandered around in the small shop, his eyes fell on the spiritual artifacts on display.

Although these seem to be nothing more than ordinary agricultural tools and simple weapons such as long swords and bows, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that every part of these spiritual weapons is very detailed and even perfect, and you can't even pick out a single flaw.

Song Yan picked up a bow and arrow, and could still feel the rich aura emanating from the spirit crystal inlaid on it.

Seeing Song Yan pick up the bow and arrow, the young man glanced this way, then turned his head back: "Three hundred spirit stones for the bow and arrow."

Song Yan suddenly said: "Then how many spirit stones are needed to repair the spirit sword?"

The young man lazily replied: "To what extent is the damage? A few hundred spirit stones are slightly damaged, and thousands or tens of thousands are severely damaged. However, it is not recommended to spend tens of thousands of spirit stones to repair. I suggest you buy a new one."

"Then please take a look first. If you can repair it, you can repair it. If you can't repair it, I will go and have a look elsewhere." A dusty long sword appeared in Song Yan's hand, and the sword seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. Dust, the blade is dull and dull, and there are many small gaps on the blade, making it look extremely shabby.

The young man took the long sword and looked at Song Yan in surprise, obviously feeling that it was an extremely rare and good sword: "It can't be repaired."

The young man only took a few glances before throwing the Fuchen Sword back to him: "It's such a good sword, it's a pity, the damage is too serious, and the repair money is enough to make another one."

Song Yan pursed her lips, showing no disappointment on her icy face, and said politely, "Thank you, this sword has a very special meaning to me. No matter how much it costs, I will repair it."

The young man shrugged: "Good luck."

Song Yan nodded slightly, took the Fuchen Sword, and put it into the Qiankun bag. He was a little unsteady, and rolled out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve, rolling to the young man's feet.

"Excuse me." He swallowed the bottle of elixir when he was healing at Lin Xiuyuan's house, and he didn't put it back because he thought it was troublesome.

The young man didn't say anything, and bent down to pick up the porcelain bottle on the ground for him. The moment the porcelain bottle was in his hands, the young man's expression instantly became astonished. He clenched the bottle in his hand, straightened up, and looked at Song Yan with sharp eyes. .

"Where did you get this elixir?" If you listen carefully, you can still hear the slight tremor under his voice.

Song Yan was a little strange: "This thing is a gift from my friend."

The man's throat was tight, and his heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest. He asked nervously, "Then do you know who made this elixir?"

"It was refined by my friends, and given by my friends."

The young man was holding the bottle of elixir as if he was holding some rare treasure. He raised his head with anticipation in his eyes: "Do you know an alchemist named Sui Yuanshan?"

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, and changed his words: "Do you know a person named Suiyuanshan? He may not be able to make elixirs anymore, he may be an ordinary monk with mediocre talent, or he may be a little more ordinary... ..."

He talked a lot incoherently, and finally raised his head and looked at Song Yan with burning eyes: "Do you know him?"

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment: "Are you his...friend?"

The young man's eyes lit up suddenly, he swept away his previous laziness, and took a step forward: "Do you really know him? Is he okay now?"

Seeing that the eyes of the person in front of him didn't seem to be fake, Song Yan acquiesced that the young man in front of him was Sui Yuanshan's friend, but he still thought about it and said: "He should be doing well now, and it's quite comfortable to see a few patients occasionally."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, then passed Song Yan and closed the door of the shop, and invited, "Can you tell me about his recent situation in detail?"

Then he seemed to remember again: "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Yunmu, and I'm Yuanshan's...friend."

When the word "friend" was mentioned, Yun Mu's eyes obviously dimmed for a moment, but Song Yan didn't notice that he was being invited by Yun Mu into the backyard.

The scene in the backyard is completely different from the shabby shop in front. There are a lot of high-quality spiritual artifacts piled up in the yard, and any one taken out can make people scratch their heads. Now they are so casually thrown on the ground.

Following Song Yan's gaze, Yunmu smiled nonchalantly: "Those are things I usually practice, if you like, you can take whatever you want."

Song Yan didn't say anything.

"By the way, your sword is actually not irreparable, but it's a bit troublesome and needs to be tempered again. If you are willing to tell me all the news you know about Yuanshan, it's not impossible for you to repair it. .” Yunmu tilted his head and said.

Song Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks, until Yunmu turned his head in doubt, then he lowered his eyes and said softly, "I never trade my friends for benefits."

Yunmu was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face: "I like your character very much. Even if there are no distant mountains, I think I'd like to help you cultivate your sword. Let's go in and talk about it."

He turned sideways to make way for Song Yan.

The two sat down, Yunmu asked "inadvertently": "Since you are Yuan Shan's friend, you must have stayed with him before?"

"If you have something to say, you may wish to speak directly." Song Yan's face was cold, and even the address became the alienated word "Your Excellency".

Hearing Song Yan's indifference, Yun Mu was stunned: "Sorry, I'm used to probing before, since you are Yuan Shan's friend, then I will be blunt, since you can get his elixir, you must know Yuan Shan within nearly 200 years, so you must have come from 'there', right?"

"Where does it mean...?" Song Yan pretended to be puzzled.

Yun Mu didn't bother to probe further: "It's a small world created by Su Cheng."

Hearing Yunmu clearly named the vast continent, Song Yan immediately became serious: "Do you know where he is?"

"Of course I know." There was a trace of regret in Yunmu's eyes, "Yuan Shan and I were used by Su Cheng together. We regarded him as a close friend, but he used us as tools."

"Yuan Shan and I grew up together, and we are very close to each other. I am good at refining weapons, and he is good at refining medicine. He is also well-known in the spirit world."

"Yuanshan has an excellent talent in refining medicine, but he is not good at reading people's hearts. He is too slack in cultivation, and has been stuck in the stage of transforming gods and has been unable to get promoted. He regards Su Cheng as his best friend, but he did not expect that Su Cheng would only He used him as a tool for alchemy. Later, Su Cheng became famous and his status in the spiritual world was unmatched. He asked Yuan Shan to refine a forbidden medicine, but Yuan Shan refused, so he was thrown into a small world he created. .”

Anger appeared on Yunmu's face, and he burst out in a fit of anger: "That's a fart's little world, so his father's is the cage he created, his back garden!"

After saying this, Yunmu realized his gaffe, and his expression softened: "I'm sorry."

Song Yan: "No problem."

"It's just that Su Cheng himself didn't expect that the world he created would gradually escape from his control, give birth to his own consciousness, and have his own set of laws of operation, except for one thing."

"There is no heaven in that world."

Yun Mu paused, and continued: "Actually, we all know that he has ambitions, and we are not surprised that he can create a world."

"After Yuan Shan was 'punished' there, I couldn't rescue him for a while, and I didn't want to continue to be with Su Cheng, so I left Lingdu and walked through the entire spirit world alone, trying to find and save him. Unfortunately, they all failed, and they only settled here a few years ago.”

Although Yunmu didn't describe it in detail, Song Yan could also imagine that he had searched for a way to rescue Suiyuan Mountain under Su Cheng's nose for many years. He looked at Su Cheng and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Are you really his friend?"

The word "friend" was specially emphasized by him.

Yun Mu was stunned for a moment, with an unnatural expression on his face: "Of course it's...a friend."

Song Yan knew in his heart that the two of them were probably more than just friends.

Most likely lovers.

Now that the relationship between the two is clear, Song Yan no longer hides, and tells everything he knows, including the current situation of Suiyuan Mountain, and his ability to bring Suiyuan Mountain out of the vast continent.

"I have studied for many years and found a way to make Haomiao...make that world no longer under Su Cheng's control."

Yunmu suddenly became excited: "Is this true? You said you need any help, and I will definitely do my best!"

Song Yan's eyes turned cold.

"The first step is to pull Su Cheng down from that position!"

The author has something to say: it follows the master's cp!

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