But there is only one such silver gun like this in history.
Mr. Lin was sure that he was not mistaken because he had seen it countless times in his dreams and had thought about it all his life.
Even if there is only a ghost pattern of the gun body, it can be recognized at a glance.
For many years, Mr. Lin has been staying in Fucheng and has not cared about the outside world.
Therefore, Mr. Lin did not know about the shocking event that Chen Qingyuan controlled the silver spear and opened the way to the old world. If he had known that the silver spear would enter the world, how could Mr. Lin still sit still? Even if he had to fight with King Tianyong, he would still have to rush to the great world.
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Staring at the image of the silver gun in the void, Mr. Lin's body trembled slightly, his mouth opened in surprise, his eyes widened, as if he was about to jump out.
After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Lin tremblingly took out a jade slip from his arms.
Unlocking the restrictions on the surface of the jade slip, I carefully released the contents of the jade slip, for fear of damaging the jade slip.
This is something left by our ancestors, and the recorded things are priceless.
When I flipped through the last page, there was a silver gun pattern inside.
The complete silver spear has no color, but contains supreme power, as if it is roaring out from the projection of the jade slip.
"You..." Mr. Lin confirmed again, raising his head and staring at Chen Qingyuan. He wanted to say a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start.
The lips were white and chapped, trembling slightly.
The muscles on his face were also trembling, and there was a huge storm in his heart that would not calm down in a short time.
Chen Qingyuan noticed that something was wrong with Mr. Lin's expression, and asked with concern: "Senior, are you okay?"
"Did you... dig up the graves of my ancestors?"
Listening to Chen Qingyuan's words, Mr. Lin struggled out of his shock, his eyes were dull and his voice was hoarse.
Don't blame Mr. Lin for having such an idea. First there is the ancient black cauldron and then there is the silver spear. Anyone would have random thoughts.
The silver spear is the treasure refined by Mr. Lin's ancestors.
"What?" Chen Qingyuan was stunned, not knowing why.
"This thing is the best work of my ancestors. I thought it would be destroyed with the passage of time, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect..."
Mr. Lin was too excited and kept repeating.
"What?" Chen Qingyuan looked surprised and raised his tone a bit: "What a coincidence?"
The black cauldron and silver spear are actually the ancestors of Mr. Lin.
The word fate is indescribable.
"Little friend, can you take this silver gun with you?"
After saying these words, Mr. Lin's heart was in his throat, his eyes were shining with great anticipation, he was holding his breath and his whole body was tense.
"No." Chen Qingyuan came to his senses, shook his head and said: "Due to an accident, the silver gun disappeared. If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely find it."
"That's it!"
There was obviously a look of disappointment on Mr. Lin's face, but he soon regained his expression of joy. He raised his head and stared at Chen Qingyuan, as if he had seen a rare treasure and refused to look away.
I believe that Chen Qingyuan will definitely be able to find the silver gun. Then he will be able to observe it at close range and even study it.
Thinking of this, Mr. Lin's eyes became even hotter, making Chen Qingyuan feel uncomfortable all over and subconsciously took half a step back.
"This old man can't be as good as Long Yang!"
Chen Qingyuan muttered in his heart.
"My little friend, I want to ask you something."
Mr. Lin's throat rolled several times, suppressing his restless emotions, and his tone was pleading.
"Say." Chen Qingyuan couldn't stand Mr. Lin's eyes and turned his attention to Hei Ding.
"If you find a silver gun, you must let me take a closer look." Mr. Lin spent his whole life searching for this ancestral item. Unexpectedly, he came across it in his later years. He was ecstatic: "I will definitely devote all my life's knowledge to it.
Please repair the silver gun. Just treat it as if I owe you a debt of gratitude to my little friend. Please leave the repair work to me, and don’t pretend to be someone else.”
"?" Chen Qingyuan was confused.
I originally wanted to ask Mr. Lin to help repair the silver gun in the future, but I owed him a favor.
Who would have thought that the situation would be reversed, Mr. Lin begged for the restoration of the silver gun, and even promised a big favor.
If he can carefully study the treasures refined by his ancestors, Mr. Lin firmly believes that the road to weapons can be advanced to several levels.
Black Cauldron gave Mr. Lin a great shock, and his emotions were high and lingered for a long time.
However, the emergence of clues about the silver gun directly pushed Mr. Lin's emotions to the limit. He strongly suspected that the tomb of his ancestors had been stolen by Chen Qingyuan. However, when he thought about it, Chen Qingyuan, a junior, could possibly explore the tomb of his ancestors, and also let the black man find out the tomb of his ancestors.
Ding followed willingly.
"According to what the seniors said."
It would be a fool not to pick up a favor that comes in vain. Besides, Chen Qingyuan doesn't have to worry about how to repair the silver gun, killing two birds with one stone.
"thanks, thanks..."
Mr. Lin kept thanking me and was at a loss.
There is something that Mr. Lin has been hiding and unwilling to say.
This silver spear is one of the best works of our ancestors. According to the jade slips left by our ancestors, if there is no way out, the silver spear will definitely be promoted to the emperor's soldier.
Later, the ancestors gave the silver spear to a peerless being.
Mr. Lin didn't know what happened next, because the records on the jade slips ended here.
Peerless magic weapons like Silver Spear and Black Cauldron are extremely proud and will not bow down easily. They recognized Chen Qingyuan, which explains a lot of problems.
"Could it be..." Mr. Lin lowered his eyebrows in deep thought. When he raised his eyes to look at Chen Qingyuan again, his eyes changed quietly, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that Chen Xiaoyou is the descendant of that peerless being?"
This idea came up, and Mr. Lin felt that it was very possible, and even a fact.
Only this reason can be explained clearly.
As everyone knows, Chen Qingyuan is not someone's descendant, but his own deity.
Mr. Lin dared to think of this step, which was already good. If he was asked to speculate further, he would not have the courage to think deeply.
Instinct eliminates the most unrealistic answer, which is often the truth.
"My little friend, you and I hit it off right away. Don't call me senior anymore. Just call me brother."
Perhaps it was because of the silver gun, or because he was thinking deeply about Hei Ding's words "It's priceless", Mr. Lin's attitude became more modest, with a smile on his face.
"Is this...appropriate?"
The age gap between Chen Qingyuan and Mr. Lin is so big that it is embarrassing for them to be brothers.
"It's a perfect fit."
If you don't build relationships and get closer at this time, there will be no chance in the future.
"Okay, then I have the audacity to call my senior brother." Chen Qingyuan didn't suffer any loss anyway, so he raised his hands in salute and said: "Brother Lin."
"Hey, Brother Chen."
Lin Yuan grabbed Chen Qingyuan's wrist and was very happy.
So, of course, the two people who had just become brothers had to have a good drink.
The main hall of the palace was filled with a strong aroma of wine.
"Brother..."
"Brother..."
Lin Yuan and Chen Qingyuan drank heavily and chatted about life, and their relationship between brothers increased rapidly.
This meal lasted all night, and laughter and laughter often came from the hall.