"Sister, without the pure Yang blood, how are you going to break through the Eight Immortals and get Huo Wendong's head?"
Xiaoqian looked at the formation in front of him and asked.
"It can only be replaced with cinnabar! Although the effect of cinnabar is not as good as the boy's pure yang blood, it at least has a certain effect."
Yang Zimei originally planned to use his fingers to make swords to break the formation.
If we use cinnabar now, we will use copper coin swords instead!
She has always disliked using copper coin swords, a tool commonly used by Taoist priests to show off evil spirits. She always felt that it was very clumsy and weird for a girl to hold a copper coin sword.
However, this is a must-have item for Taoists, so she put a Qiankun Sword into the storage ring for emergency use.
He took out the copper coin sword and shook his wrist a few times.
The copper coins on the sword made a clanging sound, and with one's heavenly eyes, one could vaguely see circles of light ejecting from the copper coin sword, and the evil aura around him immediately decreased a bit.
There are one hundred and eight ancient copper coins, which she carefully selected. They have the effect of exorcising evil spirits. Then she used magic to weave them into a copper coin sword. The effect can be imagined.
"Sister, haha, all you need is a Taoist robe!"
Xiao Qian saw her shaking the copper coin sword and laughed.
Hearing him talking about the Taoist priest's robe, Yang Zimei's mind unconsciously wanted to go up the mountain when he was five years old. When he saw the worn blue Taoist robe worn by the master in the Taoist temple, his eyes felt wet.
The fact that her master had been missing for so many days did not make her miss him any less.
Because she has been busy, she doesn't have much time to think about it. She only thinks about it occasionally, and her heart feels like being stabbed hard by a needle.
She looked at the copper coin sword and recalled how her master patiently taught her how to weave the copper coin sword.
At that time, it wasn't that she couldn't remember her master's request for her to weave swords, but she didn't have much patience to weave more than a hundred copper coins one by one, and every time she weaved, she had to recite a spell, which was a bit tiresome.
That means cutting corners.
When the master discovered it, he hit her little palm with a ruler and warned her solemnly about the key role of a magic weapon in breaking the formation.
If the magic weapon is defective, it will directly affect the formation breaking effect, leading to failure, and the consequences will be very serious.
This was the only time Master hit her, and it was not light!
Therefore, she felt particularly wronged and deeply impressed, and she no longer dared to do things carelessly.
This copper coin sword was originally intended to be used by her uncle, Tamaki.
Master Yuqing usually has the best magical weapon, a whisk, and no need for a copper coin sword.
Uncle Master's magic power was not very high, and he often liked to hunt ghosts, so she carefully made this copper coin sword for him to use with him.
Who would have known that before the copper coin sword was finished, my uncle passed away...
Thinking that his uncle died because of him, Yang Zimei could no longer hold back tears, and his eyes filled with tears.
"Master, Master-Uncle——"
Yang Zimei stroked the copper coin sword with her fingers and gently called the two elders she respected the most.
Looking up again, through hazy tearful eyes, she noticed a head on the table in front of her that looked very much like her uncle's, smiling that familiar, innocent-looking smile towards her.
"Uncle Master?"
Her heart was startled, as if someone had scratched her with a razor blade.
He glanced to the side unconsciously, and saw that the head on the other table was actually Master's.
The familiar Taoist priest's bun, kind face, and gentle eyes were looking at her quietly.
