Su Zimu thought of his family members whom he would never see again, and made the most solemn promise: "Don't worry, unless I die, I will be delivered safely."
Mo Wen seemed to sense Su Zimu's determination and finally showed a reassuring smile: "Thank you!"
Su Zimu felt melancholy in his heart and let out a long sigh. He stood up and took other people's Qiankun bags into his hands. Unfortunately, there were no good things, just miscellaneous gadgets and some food.
He put all the food next to Mo Wen and Wu, and then took back Mo Wen's severed hand. The ring was still clutched tightly in his hand.
After taking the severed hand, Mo Wen's mood was extremely complicated: "Brother Su, please take a look at what's in the ring so that I can understand it even if I die."
Wu Ren said nothing, but his eyes showed the same meaning.
Su Zimu was dumbfounded while holding the ring: "How do you use this thing?"
The Qiankun Bag can be opened, just like a bag with a big belly and a small mouth. Just take out what you need. But this thing is just a ring, there is no place to open it at all, right?
Mo Wen vaguely guessed Su Zimu's situation and pointed out: "Put it on your finger and use your spiritual sense to sense it, and you can naturally take out the things inside." There are all kinds of birds in the forest, and the world of cultivation is so big, like this
It is not uncommon to get an opportunity accidentally and then step into spiritual practice.
Su Zimu asked in surprise: "There is no restriction?"
"The restriction comes from divine consciousness. The original body of the bone demon has died long ago. Naturally, the restriction on this Qiankun Ring has long since disappeared." Mo Wen answered patiently.
Su Zimu suddenly realized that this meant that spiritual consciousness was to monks just like fingerprints, iris DNA was to ordinary people, it was a biological characteristic. After death, consciousness is dispersed, the source is gone, and the restriction will naturally disappear.
He tried to put the ring on his left hand, but it got stuck on the first knuckle.
"Give me some real energy!" Mo Wen said.
As the true essence penetrates, the ring immediately automatically adapts to the finger, fits perfectly on the middle finger, and then automatically hides, leaving no trace at all.
Mo Wen was sour again: "You're lucky, this is a top-quality Word Qiankun Ring."
Being invisible means being superior? Does it mean that wealth is not revealed?
Su Zimu focused his consciousness on the ring and immediately felt a void of space, but only a few things were floating in it.
As soon as he thought, a porcelain vase appeared in his palm. When he thought again, the porcelain vase disappeared and was replaced by a warm jade slip.
So that’s how this thing is used!
Su Zimu quickly moved the ring to his right hand and took out the long sword that interested him most.
As a cultivator, as a monk, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Of course, pointing at the same point, the flying sword is unsheathed, straight up into the sky, and entering and exiting the Qingming Ming!
But this long sword is different from what I imagined. The sword body is actually glowing with a faint orange color, and there are two Chinese characters engraved on it. After careful inspection, I can’t recognize either of them.
Mo Wen took it in his hand and looked at it and said: "This sword is called Luoxia, and it is a magical flying sword. However, I cannot see what level of magic weapon it is."
If he wants something from others, he will naturally tell him everything he wants.
Su Zimu took back the Luoxia Sword: "Is this sword famous?"
In his mind, he imagined himself standing on this sword that was no more than three fingers wide, wielding the sword in the air. However, he found that no matter whether he stepped on the sword with one foot or staggered his feet, he could not find the unrestrained feeling he imagined. Instead, he felt that
Very shy.
It seems that flying with a sword is not as desirable as imagined.
If you have nothing to do, just step on the sword and fly around. Is the strong wind in the sky very gentle?
"I've never heard of it." Mo Wen shook his head, "There are countless flying swords in this world. Except for a very small number of top flying swords, the rest are not famous. Brother Su, don't worry too much."
Wu Rendao: "The best swords are made by oneself."
Su Zimu put away Luoxia and handed over a porcelain vase: "Let's talk about it when we have the opportunity in the future."
Mo Wen sniffed it and said, "Throw it away. Over time, the medicinal properties will be lost."
"What about this?"
"Same!"
I looked through all the porcelain bottles and found not a single usable elixir.
Su Zimu grinned: "How come the Heavenly Demon Pill is fine, but all these are not?"
Mo asked: "These are commonly used elixirs, there are no restrictions."
This is so unlucky!
Finally, there were two jade slips. Mo Wen didn't take them, but just motioned to Su Zimu to put them on his forehead: "Just use your spiritual sense to sense them."
Su Zimu obeyed and immediately knew the contents of the jade slip: "Here is an... unnamed sword-controlling technique!"
Mo Wen nodded: "Not bad."
Su Zimu was a little confused: "It doesn't even have a name, so what's this good name?"
Mo Wen sighed: "Those of us casual cultivators who have no masters, it would be great if we could learn a sword-controlling technique. How can we be picky and picky!"
Su Zimu's cheek twitched: "Can casual cultivators only practice this kind of unnamed exercises? According to this, the unnamed exercises are the worst, and the ones with names are the good ones?"
"Not bad!" Mo Wen nodded.
Su Zimu was a little confused. Five-tone body training was still a good technique?
"Are all casual cultivators...all so miserable?"
"That's not true, but only a handful of people are making waves. Most people are just like us, trying their best to run around just to get those few cultivation resources...Brother Su, listen to my advice and find a sect as soon as possible.
"
Su Zimu said to himself: Do you think I don’t want to? It’s because they don’t want me!
However, not only has he successfully tempered his body, but he also has real energy in his Dantian. If he takes a magic pill, will he have a chance to get through?
It seems possible!
Su Zimu felt furious for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
It's easy to sneak in, but he can't keep taking drugs, right? Once the truth is revealed, he may not be able to bear the consequences.
Forget it, it's better to find another way.
He took out another jade slip and put it on his forehead, then put it down after a moment: "This is an incomplete Qi Refining Technique, called the Climbing Heaven Technique."
After Mo Wen listened, he lost the same energy as before: "That's it?"
Su Zimu couldn't figure it out again: "What's wrong? Doesn't this have a name?"
Mo Wen was helpless: "The Heavenly Ascension Technique and the Ascension Technique are all used to bluff people. There may not be any nameless techniques that are easy to use... Are they just these two jade slips?"
Su Zimu nodded, complaining in his heart, it turns out that there are so many unreliable headline makers in this world!
Mo Wen's expression became increasingly depressed.
Wu Ren reminded in a low voice: "There is also a jade slip in my Qiankun bag."
Su Zimu was slightly startled, vaguely remembering that Wu Ren seemed to have put a jade slip on his forehead: "What kind of skill is it?"
"It's not the exercises, but the true interpretation of the alchemy talismans, the talismans and the alchemy experience left behind by Master Xuanhe."
Su Zimu lost interest as soon as he heard this. With his little bit of real energy, whether it was drawing talismans or refining elixirs, he would definitely be useless at all.
"Yes, don't worry, I will definitely send this thing to my eldest niece."
