The mountain breeze is blowing and the temperature is neither cold nor hot, so it should be a good time for an outing.
Finally escaping from the turbulence of the two worlds, Ning Yan closed his eyes and took a breath of the coolness after the rain, feeling that his limbs and bones were refreshed.
But his mood at this time was far from wonderful.
The first person I saw after I regained my sight was a skinny old man running naked. Anyone else would probably not be happy.
Speaking of which, this old man is really, at such a young age, still engaging in such low-level performance art, which is really eye-catching...
"You, where are you from?"
The old man shouted loudly, but his slightly trembling final voice clearly revealed his fierce expression.
Maybe he was annoyed that he was too anxious to break up, or maybe he regretted not running away earlier. In short, Ning Yan had no intention of trying to figure out his thoughts, and his eyes fell directly on the sword at his neck.
He is more interested in this sword than the perverted old man.
With his current physical strength, he actually felt a chill on the edge of the sword. If the other party's cultivation was not really high, he would probably see blood today.
Ning Yan was not polite, his two fingers were as fast as lightning, he clamped the blade of the sword and flipped it downwards, he easily snatched the sword away, and immediately put it in his palm to examine it carefully.
The sword is four feet and one inch long, with a flawless white body. The middle spine is thin and the two blades are wide and thick. It does not conform to the traditional sword shape. The forging pattern between the blades is quite strange. When you flick it with your finger, there is a sound of dragon roar. It has both toughness and strength.
Sharp.
To be honest, his research on weapons is not deep, but he has seen the world after all. After eating too much delicacies, he can occasionally turn into a gourmet to comment. The feeling of getting this sword is completely different from that of Fan Tie, just in terms of its own characteristics.
The material is almost the same as Jiang Chanyi's natal spiritual treasure Nine Heavens Sword.
How could a seventh-level warrior get such a good weapon?
"What's the name of this sword?"
When Gong Xuesong heard this, he was horrified.
Originally, when he saw this young man using his bronze-headed and iron-bone magical power, he just made some guesses, but after hearing the other person ask this question, he felt no luck.
His sword is unknown to everyone in the martial arts world, unless...
These three people are all immortals descended from the upper world!
"Three..."
But just as Gong Xuesong opened his mouth, a dagger instantly penetrated his heart!
Ning Yan was also startled, and it was too late to stop him. He could only watch helplessly as a dark green sword mark spread rapidly along Gong Xuesong's heart. After about two or three seconds, his body exploded into a pool of blood.
, too dead to die.
What a fast sword, what a sinister technique...
The dagger passed through Gong Xuesong's chest, whirled in the air, and finally flew back to its master's hand.
Ning Yan turned his head, and it was the woman who took action. She had lightly painted willow eyebrows, and her silky black hair was tied into a high ponytail behind her head. She had a lotus face and auspicious eyes. She was pretty good-looking, except for the thin lips under her nose.
Her face looked a little cold, adding a bit of evil spirit.
At the same time, Lian Chengye was also shocked.
Regardless of whether Gong Xuesong Sword God's reputation is watery or not, he is indeed one of the best masters in the world.
The result? The laughter was shattered into ashes.
Lian Chengye's whole body was agitated, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "My dear Lian Chengye, thank you to the three immortals for helping to eliminate this great harm to the people of the world!"
"Huh? Immortal? Are you calling us?"
Lian Chengye did not dare to look up at the faces of the three immortals, and could only distinguish their identities by their voices.
Well, it's that durable immortal whose body is comparable to gold and iron.
Sounds like a good fairy...
It was the first time for Ning Yan to be called an Immortal. It felt weird. Besides, since he had just arrived here, he still had many questions that he wanted to ask the only living person on the field. He immediately said politely: "Brother Lian, please get up quickly."
Unexpectedly, this sound almost brought out Brother Lian Chengye's soul. He knelt down and kowtowed while retreating: "You should not be worthy of being worthy! Don't try to destroy this kid!"
He won't forget about Ning Yan's courtesy. Although these people are indeed not more than ten years old based on their appearance, he has heard that the immortals in the upper world are all good at looking good. In fact, they may have lived for a hundred or two hundred years.
The old monster.
It's more than enough to be his grandfather, so how dare you call him brother.
"Brother Lian, why are you so reserved? I think you and I are about the same age." Ning Yan forcibly helped Lian Chengye up, with a kind smile on his face, and said warmly: "I was born in the 19th year of Guangming, I don't know Brother Lian
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Lian Chengye still didn't dare to raise his head, he was so frightened that he couldn't help but want to tell his birth date: "I dare not hide it from the immortal, I was born in the 21st year of the Immortal Calendar, and my ancestral home is Qifeng City, Tianheng County, Zhongzhou..."
Ning Yan's smile suddenly froze.
Immortal calendar? Water era? Zhongzhou?
Where the hell did you send this to me...
"Xian Li, hehe, I'm afraid it should be called Qin Li. Senior brother, I didn't expect that the Longmen Sect was respectful to the Zhou Dynasty on the surface, but secretly followed the previous dynasty's calendar. You should remember this..."
A contemptuous laugh brought Ning Yan's attention back to reality. He calmed down and looked back at the sound.
It's them again...
Noticing Ning Yan's gaze, the man took the initiative to explain: "Brother, you may not know that the calendar of the pre-Qin Dynasty is slightly different from today's. It does not use the emperor's year as the calendar, but the heaven and earth and the four seasons as the major calendar.
The moon, stars, cold and heat, floods and droughts, mountains, rivers, forests and valleys, wind and rain are the minor records. The twenty-one year of this water record should be 3151 years after the fall of Qin."
Ning Yan was startled and said in surprise: "Three thousand one hundred and fifty-one years after the death of Qin? But we..."
The man raised a finger to his lips, signaling him to calm down, and then said: "We haven't introduced you yet, I'm Gao Haishan, this is my junior sister, brother, please call her..."
"Mo Xiaoyin." The woman uttered three words coldly, her attitude not enthusiastic.
Gao Haishan doted on his junior sister and couldn't bear to blame him. He had no choice but to nod and apologize to Ning Yan, then took out two waist badges from his arms and threw them away.
"My brother and sister were originally wanderers. They were invited by the steward of the Cao Mansion to act as bodyguards for the minister's family. They never thought that something went wrong at the mountain gate. Fortunately, my brother helped me. I will never forget my life-saving grace.
Brother, can you please leave your name so that I can report back to you in the future?"
Ning Yan took the badge and looked at it. The two names were engraved on the front, the words "Inspector of the Third Squadron" were engraved on the back, and the words "Shaofu Supervisor" were engraved at the bottom of the corner.
It is indeed a cultural treasure of the imperial court.
He threw the badge back, cupped his hand and said, "Ning Yan, the guard of the princess's palace, and Brother Gao are fellow travelers."
"What a fellow traveler."
Gao Haishan smiled and waved his hand, and all the wooden butterflies scattered on the ground flew back into the wooden box behind Ning Yan like birds flying into the forest: "I wonder if Brother Ning has any plans next?"
When it came to his plans, Ning Yan had no idea for a while. At this moment, Lian Chengye said cautiously: "If the three immortals have nowhere to go for the time being, it is better to go to Lianjiabao to stay for a few days and hang out for a while."
Not surprisingly, this suggestion was unanimously approved by the three people.
Lian Chengye breathed a sigh of relief and touched the fingers of his left hand with his right hand. A carriage driven by a puppet horse appeared in front of several people.
"It's a long journey, so I'd like to invite the three immortals to get in the car and have a rest."
"That's fine." Ning Yan nodded subconsciously. Just as he was about to get in the car, he suddenly realized: "Wait! Where did you get this thing from?"
"Storage ring."
After Lian Chengye finished speaking, he seemed to have remembered something, and hurriedly groped around in the dirty blood. After a moment, he held a jade ring in his hand and presented it to Ning Yan: "Here is the palace thief's storage ring. There is something in it."
The accumulation he has accumulated throughout his life can be used by immortals."
Ning Yan looked at the mechanical chariot full of technology, and then at the storage ring presented to him, his mouth slightly open as he didn't know what to say.
Are storage magic weapons such a common prop here?