The history of the struggle of the God of the Stove

Chapter 63

He Ling'er stared at a pair of big round eyes, and moved closer to look at the Qingming Sword in Qi Yuan's hand.

After close contact, he immediately felt a cold and sharp air rushing towards his face from this spirit sword, and he shrank his neck in shock.

The little girl looked at Qi Yuan full of admiration: "Master, quickly practice a few sets of sword skills, Ling'er has never seen anyone dance with a sword!"

Qi Yuan was silent for a while, the excitement on his face that he had refined a spirit sword had dissipated without a trace.

He had forgotten that he had never practiced any other weapons other than being able to wield a kitchen knife.

Sword dance?

Hehe, don't be ridiculous!

If you really let him make blind gestures with a sword, maybe he will hurt himself.

With the sharpness of this sword, even without adding any magic power, it can easily cut gold and jade. How dare he act recklessly, what if he accidentally cut something off himself?
After the embarrassment, Qi Yuan's face remained unchanged, and Wen Sheng said to He Ling'er: "Ling'er, sir, I have been practicing this sword these days, and I am tired. Let's forget about it today. I will come to play again when I am interested in another day." show you."

Hearing this, Qi Yi couldn't help but glance at his master.

He Ling'er didn't know Qi Yuan's details, how could he not know?
His master's cultivation base was not very high originally, that is, after he obtained merit, he quickly improved his cultivation base by a large amount.

When he was first taken in by Qi Yuan, he had learned martial arts from the guards for a period of time, and Qi Yuan had 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 is easy to coax, upon hearing what Qi Yuan said, he hurriedly urged Qi Yuan to go back to the tent to rest: "Master, go and rest, do you want Ling'er to beat your back?"

This girl has the potential of a little padded jacket, Qi Yuan rubbed her little head, and said with a smile: "No, no, master, I just ran out of mana and mental exhaustion, and I will recover after a few days .”

As he said, he handed the sword to Qi Yi, and said: "This sword is too sharp, don't play around with it. I will refine a scabbard as a teacher in two days, otherwise it will easily hurt people."

"Don't worry, Master, I won't mess around."

Qi nodded and took the sword over. After watching Qi Yuan enter the tent to rest, he immediately started playing with He Ling'er with great interest.

Although he looks quite calm, but in the end, he is still a child after all, and of course he will have a lot of interest when he encounters fun things.

What's more, this sword, which his master had just forged, didn't look like anything ordinary.

As a disciple of Qi Yuan, the master is poor, not to mention him as an apprentice, with empty hands and no possessions. Compared with the three generations of disciples like Nezha, it is really different, and there is no need to compare. .

Although He Ling'er's mana is not weak, but at her age of [-] years, she has never seen a few magic weapons. For her, the sword made by Qi Yuan is really a rarity .

Obviously, Qi Yuan also knew that these two little guys were very curious about the sword, so he specially left it for them to play with, and just told them to be careful not to hurt themselves.

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In this way, Qi Yuan took the two little guys to practice in the mountains. When he was free, he would catch a few birds and beasts and beat them to the teeth.

Time flies, and a month or two has passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Qi Yuan was concentrating on practicing spells, when suddenly He Ling'er fell from the sky and landed outside the tent, and ran in excitedly, shouting cheerfully in her pink mouth: "Master, master, come here."

Qi Yuan frowned, and his practice was interrupted by He Linger.

But he didn't care, as long as he practiced spells a few times, he could always use them proficiently.

"What is it that makes you so happy?"

"It's what you said, master, let me fly to the sky every day to see if there is any army coming to Xiqi.

I went out to play just now, and I flew far away. I happened to see countless soldiers coming here. They have already left Qinglong Pass and will soon be outside Xiqi City. "

He Linger flew anxiously all the way, her chubby little face flushed, she took a few breaths, and then she spoke clearly.

It was rare that Qi Yuan ordered her to do one thing, so this girl would fly up several times a day, and diligently went to the sky to check.

"Oh?"

Qi Yuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked: "Have you heard of the Grand Master's banner?"

During this period of time, he also taught He Ling'er to read and write, so that she could learn from the cultivation methods of the human race in the future.

Otherwise, it would just rely on the bloodline magical powers of the Linghe clan to absorb and refine spiritual energy instinctively, without a systematic inheritance, and the progress of cultivation would be too slow.

"I didn't see clearly."

He Ling'er pouted, and said aggrievedly: "I was going to fly a little lower to take a closer look, but there was an old man with a white beard who had three eyes on his forehead, and the third eye between his brows showed out. Bai Guang, I was so scared that I didn't dare to look any more, so I flew back quickly."

"That person is Grand Master Wen."

Qi Yuan comforted her: "This grand master is a virtuous man, with the heavenly eye on his forehead that can turn good, evil, loyal and traitorous, and you have never killed anyone, so he will not make things difficult for you."

"Oh."

He Ling'er nodded half understanding.

Qi Yuan couldn't help feeling a little excited, and it finally came.

In other words, Zhao Gongming is about to go down the mountain, and the opportunity is already in front of him. Whether he can seize it depends on his opportunity.

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Wen Zhong closed his brows and sky eyes, 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, but when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be a spirit crane, whose breath was light and quick, not like a fierce bird , should have flown to the vicinity unintentionally, so he didn't care.

He has been in a bad mood recently, there are rebellions all around Dashang, if he hadn't been fighting abroad for many years, the situation would have been even more chaotic.

Originally, he couldn't play the song lightly when he was sitting in the town, until not long ago, he received battle reports from all parties, saying that Dou Rong, the general soldier of Youhunguan, had repeatedly defeated Dongbohou Jiang Wenhuan.

Later, Deng Jiugong, the commander-in-chief of Sanshan Pass, reported good news. Nanbo Hou Yashun was injured by his daughter Deng Chanyu, and now he has retreated.

Now that the two great feudal lords in the southeast have retreated, and the north is still relatively calm, Wen Zhong then got up his mind and planned to personally lead the army to attack Xiqi.

This time, he brought a full 30 elite army, most of whom were elite soldiers who had followed him for many years.

If Xiqi can't be eradicated in one fell swoop, then the foundation of Yin Shang will really be shaken.

Thinking of the Juelong Ridge he met, Wen Zhong couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart.

When he left his master's school to go down the mountain to practice, his master, the Holy Mother of Jinling, once made a fortune teller for him, saying that he would not have a unique word in his life.

But when he was marching, he took a shortcut in order to speed up, and finally came across the place of Juelongling, which made him feel a little dazed all the way.

As one of the highest personal disciples of the three generations of Jiejiao, he naturally knew about the matter of the three religions conferring gods.

There will definitely be many risks in this personal expedition to Xiqi, but he was favored by Emperor Yi back then, and when Emperor Yi was dying, he left him alone, but he couldn't leave the big merchant alone.

(End of this chapter)