He Ling'er stared at her big round eyes and came closer to look at the Qingming Sword in Qi Yuan's hand.
After close contact, I immediately felt a cold and sharp aura coming from this spiritual sword, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck in fear.
The little girl looked at Qi Yuan with admiration: "Master, please show me some sword skills. Ling'er has never seen anyone dance with a sword!"
Qi Yuan was silent for a moment, and the excitement on his face because he had made a spiritual sword had disappeared.
He had forgotten that apart from being able to use a kitchen knife, he had never practiced any other weapons.
Sword dance?
Haha, stop being ridiculous!
If he really made blind gestures with a sword, he might even hurt himself.
With the sharpness of this sword, even without any magical power, it can easily cut through gold and jade. How dare he act randomly? What if he accidentally cuts something off his body?
After the embarrassment, Qi Yuan's expression did not change, and he said to He Ling'er in a warm voice: "Ling'er, be good, Master, I have been practicing this sword these days, and I am tired. Forget it for today. I will come back to play again when I am more interested.
show you."
When Qi Yi heard this, he couldn't help but glance at his master.
He Ling'er doesn't know the details of Qi Yuan, how can he not know?
His master's cultivation level was not very high originally, but after gaining merit, his cultivation level quickly improved a lot.
When he was first taken in by Qi Yuan, he had learned martial arts from the guards for a period of time. Qi Yuan had also barely learned a set of fists and feet to move his muscles and bones. As for other things, he might as well be himself?
He Ling'er was very coaxing. When he heard what Qi Yuan said, he quickly urged Qi Yuan to go back to the tent to rest: "Master, go and have a rest quickly. Do you want Ling'er to give you a pat on the back?"
This girl has a lot of potential as a little cotton-padded jacket. Qi Yuan rubbed her little head and said with a smile: "No, no, sir, I'm just exhausted of my mana and mentally exhausted. I'll be able to recover in a few days."
."
After saying that, he handed the sword to Qi Yi and ordered: "This sword is too sharp, don't play around with it. Wait for two days for me to refine a scabbard, otherwise it will be easy to hurt people."
"Don't worry, Master, I won't mess around."
Qi nodded and took the sword. After watching Qi Yuan enter the tent to rest, he and He Ling'er immediately started playing with it with great interest.
Although he looks quite calm, in the final analysis, he is still a child, and of course he will be interested in interesting things.
What's more, this sword, which was just forged by his master, doesn't look like an ordinary thing.
As a disciple of Qi Yuan, his master is poor, let alone his disciple, he has nothing to offer and nothing to offer. Compared with Nezha, a disciple of the third generation of the teaching, he is so different that there is no need to compare.
.
Although He Ling'er's magic power is not weak, at the age of two hundred and nine, she has never seen a few magic weapons. The sword made by Qi Yuan is really a rarity for her.
.
Obviously Qi Yuan also knew that these two little guys were very curious about this sword, so he left it to them to play with, and just told them to be careful not to hurt themselves.
…………
In this way, Qi Yuan took the two little guys to practice in the mountains. When he had nothing to do, he would catch a few birds and beasts and beat them for tooth sacrifice. He would try to figure out the skills every day and study the art of refining the weapons on the jade slips.
Time flies so fast, a month or two has passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Qi Yuan was concentrating on practicing magic. Suddenly He Ling'er fell from the sky and landed outside the tent. He ran in happily and shouted cheerfully with his pink little mouth: "Master, master, come here, come here."
Qi Yuan frowned and was interrupted by He Ling'er from practicing.
But he didn't care. As long as he practiced spells a few times, he would be able to use them skillfully.
"What happened to make you so happy?"
"That's what you said, master, let me fly to the sky every day to see if there is any army coming to Xiqi.
I was out playing just now and flew far away, and I happened to see countless soldiers heading this way. They have already left Qinglong Pass and will soon be outside Xiqi City."
He Ling'er was anxious all the way, her chubby little face was flushed, and she took a few deep breaths before she could speak clearly.
It was rare that Qi Yuan asked her to do something, so this girl would fly up several times a day and diligently go to high altitudes to check.
"oh?"
Qi Yuan's eyes lit up and he quickly asked: "Have you heard the Grand Master's flag?"
During this time, he also taught He Ling'er how to read, so that she could learn from the human race's training techniques in the future.
Otherwise, we would just rely on the bloodline magical power of the Linghe clan and instinctively absorb and refine the spiritual energy. Without a systematic inheritance, the progress of cultivation would be too slow.
"I didn't see clearly."
He Ling'er pouted her little mouth and said a little aggrievedly: "I originally planned to fly low to take a closer look, but there was an old man with a white beard. He had three eyes on his forehead, and the third eye between his eyebrows came out.
The white light scared me so much that I didn’t dare to look at it anymore, so I quickly flew back.”
"That one is Master Wen."
Qi Yuan comforted her: "This grand master is a virtuous man. The heavenly eye on his forehead can transform good, evil, loyal and traitorous. You have never killed or injured anyone, so he will not embarrass you."
"oh."
He Ling'er nodded vaguely in understanding.
Qi Yuan couldn't help but feel a little excited, it was finally here.
In this way, Zhao Gongming is about to go down the mountain. The opportunity is already in front of him. Whether he can seize it depends on his opportunity.
…………
Wen Zhong closed his eyebrows and looked away.
Just now he sensed a breath flying nearby. He thought there were monsters approaching and wanted to catch a few people to eat. However, when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was a spiritual crane. Its breath was light and light, not like a vicious bird.
, probably flew nearby accidentally and didn't pay attention.
He has been in a bad mood recently. There are rebellions on all sides of Dashang. If he hadn't been away fighting for many years, the situation would have been even more chaotic.
Originally, he was in charge of Chaoge and could not leave lightly, but not long ago, he received a battle report from all parties, saying that Dou Rong, the general soldier of Youhun Pass, had repeatedly defeated Jiang Wenhuan, the Marquis of Dongbo.
Then Deng Jiugong, the commander-in-chief of Sanshanguan, reported good news. Nanbohou Jashun was injured by his daughter Deng Chanyu and has now retreated.
Now that the two major princes in the southeast have retreated, and the north is still relatively calm, Wen Zhong has begun to think about it, and plans to personally lead an army to attack Xiqi.
This time, he brought a total of 300,000 elite troops, most of whom were elite soldiers who had followed him in conquests for many years.
If Xiqi cannot be eradicated in one fell swoop, it will really shake the foundation of the Yin and Shang Dynasties.
Thinking of the Juelong Ridge he encountered, Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a shadow cast over his heart.
When he left his master's school and went down the mountain to practice, his master Jin Ling Sheng Sheng once made a fortune for him and said that he would not be able to find a perfect word in his life.
But when he was marching, he took a shortcut in order to speed up, and ended up encountering Juelong Ridge, which made him feel a little uneasy along the way.
Regarding the matter of conferring gods among the three religions, as one of the highest-achieving direct disciples of the three generations of Jie Jiao, he naturally knew about it.
There will definitely be many risks in this personal expedition to Xiqi. However, he was favored by Emperor Yi and left him alone when Emperor Yi was dying, but he could not leave Dashang alone.