After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 63

Yan Wenshu was so easy to understand, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yun Weixian knew what he was thinking.

Opportunities are indeed rare, opportunities to gain insight.

"If my guess is correct, only inner disciples can enter this Seven Treasure Pavilion, so any one of them will not be bad."

Yun Weixian looked at a few people, with a bit of encouragement in his expression: "Anyway, there is a little bit of kung fu, so you take a look at it for yourself first, if you really can't make up your mind, just ask me later."

Now that she spoke, it was more effective than Yan Wenshu's words. They looked at each other, and each found a place to look at the box on the wall.

But they didn't open them all one by one, but they also had their own way of choosing.

Qiu Ci Qiu Ge probably relies on their own intuition.

Hou Jun made a decision by distinguishing the shape and material of the box.

Ning Qingyuan just wanted to see which number was pleasing to his ear, and he liked it too - he read it directly.

Yan Wenshu thought about it for a moment, and then walked over, looking at them one by one from high to low.

These Magical Artifacts have spirits, and the moment they touch them, people can understand how to use them, so it doesn't take much effort to figure them out.

Yun Weixian walked a few steps, and seeing Xiao Zhihan following, he asked him, "Why don't you go and have a look first?"

"Seventh Junior Sister and I are both talisman cultivators, so they must know better than me what kind of magic weapon is best for talisman cultivators." Xiao Zhihan answered truthfully.

Yun Weixian raised his eyebrows: "What if there is only one suitable for Talisman?"

Without even thinking about it, Xiao Zhihan said, "Senior sister comes first."

Although I knew he would say this, it was still very comfortable to hear.

Yun Weixian smiled softly and let him follow to the wall.

She had already roughly scanned it with her spiritual sense just now, and without much hesitation, she directly reached out and took a box down.

This is a very simple long wooden box, and there is only a simple Langhao pen inside.

The appearance is very ordinary, only the red lines engraved on the barrel of the pen, which means that this is indeed a magic weapon.

She happened to be short of a pen.

Before that, she either used Tong Fei's ordinary brush for practice, or borrowed Xiao Zhihan's brush, which made her look like a half-hearted talisman.

After putting away the box and the pen together, Yun Weixian swept the other boxes, and after a moment of contemplation, pointed to a small iron box on a high place, signaling Xiao Zhihan to take it down.

"open to take a look."

Xiao Zhihan took the box and opened it. Inside was a nameplate engraved with poems and prose, and a small hole was specially made on the top for easy hanging on the body.

This is a defensive magic weapon. When the owner is in a critical state, it will automatically open the barrier to resist the attack.

"Amulet repair is not good at melee combat, and the enemy will not wait for you to finish drawing the talisman before attacking, so self-protection is very important."

Of course, talismans who have reached her level are excluded.

"Okay." Xiao Zhihan immediately took out the nameplate from the box, and hung it with his disciple Guiyu slip on his waist.

But even with such an unremarkable and low-key nameplate, it still doesn't affect his extravagance.

The two of them just got it done.

Yun Weixian turned his head and looked at the other five people.

The younger ones were still having a hard time making a choice, but Yan Wenshu seemed to have already chosen. After thinking for a while, he took the box and walked towards Yun Weixian.

Although he had almost made up his mind, he could only be more determined if he let Yun Weixian take a look at it.

After the box was opened, Xiao Zhihan, who was standing on the side, naturally saw it, was slightly startled, and then subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Yan Wenshu.

Inside the box is a palm-sized bronze mirror. The lens is nothing special, but there is a circle of flowers and branches engraved around it, which makes it look a bit mysterious.

Yun Weixian stretched out his hand to hold it, feeling vaguely that the flower branches in the mirror would entangle him.

Soon, she withdrew her hand, her expression unchanged: "If you are sure, then put it away."

(End of this chapter)