After the ascension failed, I picked up the protagonist's golden finger

Huangshan has been crying for the past few days. Where on earth did that stinky Xiao Wu recruit such a person, and he has been following him, one senior at a time? , came to squat in his small workshop early in the morning, Huang Shan put on a bitter face, and repeated those few words.

"Please, my uncle, do me a favor and don't pester me."

"I've said it all, I'm just a stinky blacksmith, not the senior you said."

"The senior you are talking about? I have never heard of it at all. Are you afraid that you were coaxed here?"

"If I'm that powerful, I'll forge magic weapons, I'll earn money, why should I waste time in this mansion, let's go, I'm really not."

It was morning, and he didn't let go.

He refused to eat hard and soft, and Shen Shubai had no choice but to go back to the inn first.

The paper art in Heling City is very good, and these few days are their prayer festival, so there are all kinds of small paper-folded things everywhere on the street. Their skills are as exquisite as those of the modern origami masters. They are so colorful that he is almost dazzled.

Steamed buns just out of the pot were steaming in the steamer, and as soon as it was opened, the aroma found people's noses and got in, making Shen Shubai's mouth water.

All these years of retreating and practicing, Shen Shubai didn't know how long he hadn't had a normal meal.

The aroma of steamed buns reminded him of the steamed stuffed bun shop that he had to eat almost every day in high school. It was still open when he went back last time, but he didn't know if that shop had closed after so many years.

"Young master, your bun."

When Shen Shubai came back to his senses, he was already holding two steaming steamed buns.

The heat spread to the palm of the hand through the kraft paper, and after taking a bite, Shen Shubai's tongue almost fell off. The feeling of the juice and meaty fragrance bursting between the lips and teeth made Shen Shubai feel like being pulled back to the world.

When going out, the purse that was grabbed at hand finally came in handy at this moment.

Sure enough, the fireworks are the most touching.

Shen Shubai gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun while wandering around.

"Let let, let let."

A figure flew past, Shen Shubai had no time to react, severe pain spread from his shoulders, his whole body was icy cold, like falling into a cold cellar, his impact made Shen Shubai's eyes black, he had no doubt that if he was a little lighter, That person could even knock him into the air.

The man seemed to realize that he had bumped into someone, and he turned around and apologized, his eyes were erratic, as if he was guilty, as if there was something or someone behind Shen Shubai that frightened him, he hurriedly apologized, and quickly Disappeared, Shen Shubai's eyes were full of flowers now, he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly at all, he waited for a while, and then turned around to look, unexpectedly saw the Xiao family's carriage.

The Xiao family's carriage is very recognizable, because the ancestor Xiao was a repairman of the Snow Crane Road, so the Xiao family's carriage must be embroidered with silver-white golden cranes, which have almost become the Xiao family's symbol.

The carriage stopped next to the "Treasure Pavilion", and a maidservant stood beside her, her expression was tense, her hands were twisting her clothes unconsciously, her head was lowered, she looked very familiar, Shen Shubai thought for a long time before he recognized that she was the one who was caught by him that day The green shoots that fainted.

It seems that this Lu Ya has a lot to do with the man who bumped into him just now. What is the relationship between the two of them? Could it be that he is the elder brother that Lu Ya talked about?

Shen Shubai is full of suspicion. Since the first day when the task was issued, the system has become more and more taciturn. In the past few days, he can't even call out to him, just like absenteeism. Is this system going to find another job?

There is no system, and he is happy to be at leisure, but it is too accidental for him to encounter plots related to the plot again and again.

It had better be by chance.

He walked into the Treasure Pavilion, and as soon as he entered, a young man greeted him, the man greeted with a smile: "My lord, what do you need?"

Shen Shubai looked around, but didn't find anyone from the Xiao family, coughed lightly, and asked, "I really need one thing, but I don't know if you have it here."

The boy replied confidently: "Young master, just tell me, I will help you find it."

Among other things, as the largest Treasure Pavilion in Heling City, even the entire continent can be ranked as famous, they really have the confidence.

His answer made Shen Shubai's eyes shine, and he asked, "Then may I ask, do you have any guides to go to the knife mound?"

The boy's smile froze for a moment, then he wiped his sweat, and he was not so confident when he spoke again. He thought about it and said: "Young master, we may have to ask about this."

Shen Shubai also knew that it was hard to find the spirit guide to Daozhong, so he didn't make things difficult for him, he smiled and waved his hands and said: "It's okay if you can't find it, then I'll take a look."

It is estimated that it is rare to see people in the Zhenbao Pavilion being deflated, and many people focused their attention for a while. The young man's attitude was very good, and he handed him a sound transmission stone respectfully, and said, "Young master, then you go shopping first. Come on, call me again if you have anything to do, and I will help you to ask if there is any spiritual guide in the cabinet that the young master needs."

Then he backed off, his footsteps hurried, and Shen Shubai's attitude towards Zhenbao Pavilion improved a lot.

In the past few days at Huangshan, it's not really that nothing has been gained. Although Huangshan ignored him, he didn't care about him flipping through the books. thoughts.

As we all know, the natal spiritual weapon is transformed from the monk's practice and the monk's original heart, and therefore, once damaged, it is almost irreversible.

If Shen Shubai wants to restore the sword spirit, he must use his own soul to nourish him. Maybe after thousands of years, he may be able to cultivate a new sword spirit, but this method takes a long time and will damage him If it is the level of the natal spirit weapon, then I guess the injury is more serious, so for thousands of years, almost no one has succeeded, and even if it is cultivated, the sword spirit may not be the original one, so Shen Shubai directly Abandoned the idea.

He has passed through the book for at least 30 years, and he has lived as Shen Ci for almost 30 years. Dao Ling is the only one who knows his true identity. In order to prevent Shen Shu from passing through, it has even been disguised as a sword. In the end, the sacrifice of Dao Ling made him feel guilty to the extreme.

So he can only consider another method - transfer.As the name suggests, it is to transfer the origin of other spirit weapons to one's own spirit weapon.

A spiritual tool is also a tool, so you only need to find materials that come from the same source as the spiritual tool, and it can also play a role in repairing, and if you want to have the same source as the natal spiritual tool, naturally the material must also be the natal spiritual tool of the cultivator .

He can't kill people and seize weapons, and finding a cultivator who has the same origin as his natal spiritual weapon in the vast crowd is like finding a needle in a haystack, so he plans to go to the knife mound to have a look.

If it is said that the Sword Tomb sacrifices the sword without a master, then the sacrificial tombs are all soulless broken knives, because the sword is strong, and when faced with disasters, most of the masters will be honored and lost at the same time, so the knives buried in the knife tomb For many people, it has lost its meaning, so few people go there all the time, and there are tens of thousands of sword mounds in the world, all of which are hidden in extremely dangerous places, and it is almost difficult to find the right place by ordinary methods. At this time, This shows the importance of inspiration.

Shen Shubai was still thinking, if he really found Lingyin, would he have to go back to Xuanmingzong to bring someone to accompany him, and what reason should he use?Or just be honest.

Of course, the premise is that he can find the inspiration.

Suddenly there was another person in front of him, blocking him, Shen Shubai planned to go around, but no matter which way he turned, that person would stand in the way, and any fool would know that person must be doing it on purpose.

Shen Shubai: "Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?"

When he was talking, Shen Shubai raised his eyes to see that he was extremely handsome, with profound features, and the most distinctive thing was that there was a red sword pattern between his eyebrows.

——Sword cultivator, still born with sword bones.

Shen Shubai was a little surprised, there are as many sword masters in this world as a hair on the hair, but the natural sword bone is one in a million.

If I'm not mistaken, then he should be.

"Under the Spirit Sword Sect, Meng Changnian"

Guessing right, Shen Shubai was a little curious, and asked, "So it's Brother Meng, what can I do for you?"

Meng Changnian had a deep impression on Shen Shubai. When reading the book, the original author described him like this. In addition to one of the most controversial characters in the protagonist, some people like him very much, and some think that this character design is the product of the author's writing and forced to come back. The reviews are mixed.

Seeing is better than hearing a hundred things, this man looks very handsome, but the red sword pattern between his eyebrows adds a touch of evil to him.

Meng Changnian raised his lips and said, "I heard that fellow Taoist is looking for a guide to go to the knife mound, and I have it here."

Seeing that he had no malicious intentions, Shen Shubai raised his eyebrows, and said straight to the point: "To be honest, I really need it. Fellow Daoists are willing to sell me."

Meng Changnian shook his head and said, "Although Daoyin is rare, you must be able to see that I am a swordsman, so it is not very useful for me."

"Ok?"

Meng Changnian went on to say: "So, if fellow daoist can do me a favor, I can give this saber as a gift for free, as a friend, what do you think?"

He smiled slyly, with confidence, as if he was sure that Shen Shubai would agree to him.

But the young man refused to follow his train of thought. He shook his fingers, parted his thin lips, and clearly refused: "I don't like to negotiate terms, and I like transactions with clearly marked prices."

"If a fellow Taoist is unwilling to bear the pain and part with one another, Shen will not force it either."

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Shen Shubai: I'm very busy.