This is an anti-theft seal

The fair and slender fingertips opened and closed in front of Yan Juntao's eyes. In the thin and powerful palms, there was an eighteen-layer compass that was only the size of a palm, floating above the fluorescent light.

Yan Juntao:... Since I'm just looking at a treasure, why should I take off my clothes?

Rong Xisui's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. At least he could understand Yan Juntao's unfinished words: "Because I originally planned to show you another treasure, I prepared a whole set of surprise actions. After I came back, I found that you might need the treasure now more now."

The treasure has been replaced, but the action cannot be wasted!

"Don't worry, I'll show you another baby when your matter is resolved."

Yan Juntao: I don’t want to watch it for no reason!

Rong Xi then thoughtfully introduced the treasure in his palm to Yan Juntao: "This thing is called the Sanyuan Sanhe Compass. It is made of Fuyu Grass, which are both yellow and solid. It is made of Gaomeng Wood. It is supplemented by passing Yin and Yang, also known as the method of gold locking jade gate. It can help users answer questions that cannot be answered and solve doubts that cannot be solved."

Simply put, didn’t Yan Juntao want to know what happened to the Yan family? There is no need to ask parents, nor does it need to count the world. You only need to input a little spiritual energy. This three-yuan three-combination compass can answer questions and solve problems for Yan Juntao.

"Can you answer everything in the world?" Yan Juntao looked at the compass in front of him, trying his best to make himself less curious.

Yan Juntao was devoted to pursuing the immortality of the great way in his previous life. He regarded miscellaneous learning as a small way and did not want to be assisted in any aspect. Even if it was his natal magic weapon, it was forged from the jade brought by the divine bird when he was born. It was called the Shiqu Jade Ring. It was worn on the index finger of his left hand and pointed it in the air to shake the sky and the earth.

"The past related to you is OK." Rong Xi nodded and carefully acted as an instruction manual. "No matter what realm a mortal or a cultivator has, no way to deceive any magic weapon. But you should not believe it, it has the spirit of the instrument and lie."

The three-yuan three-combination compass is too unhealthy, and there are naturally disadvantages. The spirit of the compass knows everything is true, but whether it will tell the truth depends entirely on luck and mood.

"Come on, enter spiritual energy." Rong Xi then put his palm close to Yan Juntao, and the soft light illuminated Yan Juntao's... tender face.

I can't look at it, and I feel that blood and energy are surging in my heart, and I am so angry that I want to vomit blood.

What kind of person can be able to pass the tribulation period and dare to sway around all day with the face of a six-year-old child?

Yan Juntao: A person with a strong desire to survive.

Yan Juntao carefully inputted his spiritual power into the three-yuan three-combination compass according to Rong Xisui's guidance. Only a little bit, like a dragonfly squids the water, and it was about to leave, but he still felt the vortex of spiritual power like a deep-sea octopus suction cup. Judging from Yan Juntao's experience, the compass in front of him may be an immortal weapon, not broken! It is intact and close to the level of Shenxuan!

For Yan Juntao, who has been a saint, the immortal weapon with the mysterious quality is also an ordinary thing. But this is a place where the fairy energy cannot exist in the lower realm, and this three-yuan three-combination compass seems particularly special.

Yan Juntao looked at Rong Xisui suspiciously, but unfortunately he didn't have time to ask.

Because the spiritual power input by Yan Juntao has awakened the compass.

Rong Xi then raised his hand and threw it away. The eighteen-layer compass was rotating and magnifying in front of Yan Juntao's eyes, like a blooming lotus of creation. In the "Lotus Heart", a villain emitting fluorescent light was sleeping in the "Lotus Heart", or the light of the entire compass actually originated from it.

The weapon spirit pouted his lips and curled his hair, as if he was as male and female as a jade carving, only as big as Yan Juntao's hand. It shook its thick eyelashes like ink butterfly, and slowly opened its eyes in front of Yan Juntao's eyes.

A pair of blue eyes that seem to be able to hold the stars and the sea are full of exotic charm.

Then, the spirit of the weapon flap opened four pairs of light wings as thin as cicada wings behind him, and wanted to break through the barrier at an extremely fast speed.

It also matched with a sharp and evil smile like a naughty boy: "Sand sculpture! I didn't expect it! I can fly! After 18,000 years of suppression, it's my turn to kill all of you..."

Before he finished speaking, Rong Xi had transformed the spiritual power in his palm, which was as powerful as the wind and as fast as lightning. With a slap in the void, he accurately knocked the "young master" down from the air, causing it to fall back to the compass that was trapped in it, and was thrown into a mess. If we must describe that scene, it would probably be... a fly swattered.

The entire villain of the weapon spirit was confused and lay down wherever he fell. It took a while to react. It really came back to death before he could get out of the way, but was still shot back without any qualities.

The tender face of the spirit and tender face changed as soon as possible, without any need to brew tears. He immediately burst into tears, as if he had suffered all his grievances.

It can be said that he is a very qualified acting school.

But Rong Xisui's face was completely sympathetic, and he continued to look down at the spirit of the instrument with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dead object. This was indeed a dead object. No matter how lively and vivid the instrument spirit was, it was just a handy instrument and had no human feelings. The spirit of the instrument had never regarded itself and human beings as equally intelligent creatures. If it hadn't known that it could not defeat Yan Juntao and Rong Xisui, the first thing it did after it came out was not to escape, but to start a killing.

Yan Juntao almost recognized the young man with a cold face in front of him. He was the senior Rong he was familiar with. He was a real villain, okay?

The Rong Xisui, who had to carry him to walk in the early stages of his life and even put a bottle of pills on him, insisted that "you are still a baby", "the strength is not enough to open these", "I just like to take care of children", isn't it a fake?!

The big baby looked at the glowing weapon spirit baby and thought, maybe the glowing baby has no right to the baby?

Artifact Spirit:...you can go to yours!

"What? His voice is too noisy?" Before Rong Xisui finished speaking, his index finger and thumb were already pinching it lightly in the air, making the spirit of the weapon instantly feel like someone was pinching his throat from the air. His face was flushed, but he really couldn't make a sound again. Rong Xisui smiled and said to Yan Juntao, "Is it quiet now, happy?"

"..." Yan Juntao and the spirit of the artifact were inevitably frightened by the smile dyed with perverted aura. The spirit of the artifact even burped silently and almost turned his head and fell again.

Rong Xisui's expression was always smiling, but different smiles magically gave people a different feeling. He said to the spirit of the weapon: "Talk well, be civilized, be polite, huh?"

God is so civilized and polite!

Although the baby of the artifact spirit wanted to swear like this, the artifact had to bow its head under the eaves. It still nodded quickly. King, I was wrong, I listen to you in everything!

Rong Xisui then released his spiritual power.

The spirit of the weapon got rid of the restrictions and was overjoyed. When he was about to open his mouth and had a surviving life, he felt the smile from Rong Xisui again. Then he turned around quickly and no longer dared to waste time randomly. He accurately found its user, Yan Juntao, bowed and asked in plain language: "I wonder what this master wants to ask?"

When the spirit of the weapon looks at people, it never looks at their appearance, but their cultivation level. They can be respectfully called Master... they can't beat them. They are so cowardly!

"If you know everything, how could you not know what I want to ask?" Yan Juntao asked back. He was not intentionally taking the school exam, or just thinking so in fact.

Silence spread between the two children, and they stared at each other for a while.

"You are making things difficult for me!" The more beautiful and cute the compass spirit is, his temper is as hot as he is. He tied a braid, and it is really like a firecracker. He can spontaneously ignite without a single point. It has existed in the world for many tens of thousands of years. This is the first human who dares to ask him back like this! In the past, who did not bathe incense and call him dad respectfully?!

Rong Xi then raised her eyebrows, Who do you want to be a father?

Qi Ling immediately begged for mercy and shrank his neck.

"So, don't you know what I'm going to ask?" Yan Juntao's big watery eyes were filled with disappointment that could not be said. What about the omniscience and omnipotence that he had agreed to be?

"Of course I know!" The compass weapon spirit stopped.

"Then why do you still talk nonsense?" Yan Juntao was puzzled.

"%￥#…%" The compass weapon's spiritual energy began to storm. It felt that its dignity as a divine magical immortal weapon had been seriously challenged. "I decided, I won't..."

Before the compass spirit could finish his words, the cold air behind him once again soared into the air, and the trembling that shot straight into his soul rushed to his heart.

Qi Lingka turned around stiffly, and just saw Rong Xi smiled and explained to Yan Juntao: "This compass was probably pressed by me at the bottom of the box for too long. I have a bad mind and can't speak anymore. But I believe it will cure itself soon. After all, the waste has no meaning to exist, right?"

Even though the spirit of the weapon does not need to sweat, it starts to sweat coldly.

Is it sleeping for too long or too ignorant? Nowadays, humans dare to bully this?

Mrs. Yan may not be considered a good mother, or even a good person, but she must be the one who loves Yan Juntao the most. Her lifelong mission seems to be only two things - home fight and Yan Juntao. The maternal love that is about to overflow is not only in action, but also in her eyes, but also in her never said anything.

In the previous life, Yan Juntao had never returned home. What Mrs. Yan said in the letter was that you should concentrate on your practice, don’t worry about your family, and don’t worry about me.

In this life, Yan Juntao suddenly came back. What Mrs. Yan said was that the courtyard at home has been prepared for you and no one has moved it.

Mrs. Yan's idea that her son could get what she wanted easily exceeded what she wanted to her. What she left for her son is always a relaxed and pleasant smile. No matter what her son's choice is, she will support her. As for herself... there seems to be no worries in her life.

Mrs. Yan always had a satisfied smile on her face: "Mother Taotao."

"Taotao" is the nickname given to Yan Juntao by Mrs. Yan, but she dares to call it out when there is no one or only them, mother and son, for fear that someone would hear such a nickname that would ruin Yan Juntao's majesty.

Yan Juntao also asked his mother when she was a child, why she called him "Taotao".

Mrs. Yan was playing a spirit fan in front of the crib’s bed to drive away Ku Xia’s heat. She smiled and pushed her forehead with her son, saying, “Tao Taoran, harmonious and happy. I hope Taotao can always stay happy.”

It was also because of the night Yan Juntao was born that Mrs. Yan had a strange dream.

In the dream, an immortal wearing a crimson crane buckle held a feathered banner in his hand and danced gracefully in the majestic music. Every time he jumped and rotated, he had a sonorous force, perfectly combining the solemnity of the sacrifice with the elegance of the noble children. While stepping on the rhythm of the drum beats, the immortal sang in a stern manner: "A gentleman is sings, holds the turbulent swaying on the left, and calls me by the right, and is only happy."

The author has something to say: * "Manday" is a relatively early statement, which is similar to the creation of the world of Jehovah in the West, but it cannot be confused. The earliest record of Manday began in the Southern and Northern Dynasties in my country. There are also some legends that the creation of chicken on the first day and the creation of man on the seventh day was Nuwa, but I did not find the exact record of ancient books. I personally feel that Nuwa and Manday are two completely different folk myths_(:з」∠)_, so the article adopts my understanding of this. If there are any mistakes, I hope my dears will understand.
Chapter completed!