Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

"It's okay." Feng Canglin came up and touched his daughter's head, and said softly and lovingly, "I heard that you and Ye Chao have improved the antidote recipe?"

Song Yizhi nodded, and then asked in surprise, "Did the news spread so fast?"

"My god has informed us." The envoy of the god came over and raised his hand in salute to Song Yizhi, "The great kindness of the Son of God and Mr. Ye... Ha, these one-sided words cannot express it at all. When the time comes, the Son of God and Mr. Mr. Ye, please go to Lungong Pavilion to exchange for more semi-artifacts!"

"I'll try my best to see if I can clear it out." Song Yizhi said seriously.

The divine envoy was immediately amused. He smiled and said, "It's possible!"

After a few words of idle chatter, the envoy went over to give instructions.

Song Yizhi, who was doing nothing, tilted his head and glanced at his father beside him.

"What's wrong?" Feng Canglin asked warmly, then looked at his precious daughter's messy hair.

I don’t know what Zhizhi went through to make a pretty little girl become so careless.

"How is the situation over there in the demon world?" Song Yizhi asked.

Feng Canglin said warmly, "I contacted your uncle earlier. The demon world was sealed in time and the animal epidemic was not transmitted."

Song Yizhi patted his chest with one hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go back and rest." Feng Canglin patted Song Yizhi's head and said softly, "Remember to take care of yourself."

Song Yizhi let out a 'ouch' and then left.

Liufangguan courtyard.

When Song Yizhi came back, Song Yiheng and his wife also happened to come back.

"Zhizhi..." Huaizhu looked at Song Yizhi and endured it again and again. He couldn't help but said something funny, "Why do you look like you've just returned from an escape?"

Song Yizhi raised his hand and touched his head.

"Is it that sloppy?"

Looking at the self-doubting little girl, Song Yiheng smiled and nodded, "If you change your clothes, you can be a little beggar."

Huai Zhu shook his head helplessly.

"Give me some!" Song Yizhi immediately reached out to his brother with a pitiful look, "I'm a little beggar. I haven't eaten for three days. Please give me something to stutter!"

"..." After Song Yiheng was silent for a moment, he very cooperatively took out a few spiritual stones and put them in Song Yizhi's hand, "Is that enough?"

"Give me some more!" Song Yizhi said eagerly.

Song Yiheng waved his hand, "Go, go."

"Stingy bitch!" Song Yizhi snorted, then turned around and prepared to go back to the house to clean himself up.

Huai Zhu looked at Song Yizhi like this and said in a low voice, "It looks pretty good."

"I was worried about her before, but now it seems like it's nothing." Song Yiheng said in a low voice.

Huai Zhu nodded.

The couple said a few words to Yuan Xu and then went back to the house to rest.

Song Yizhi repaired the door, repaired the screen after entering the house, and then went to bathe and change clothes.

Rong Yueyuan woke up and opened his eyes to see a sword floating directly above him.

Wen Xue?

But isn’t Wenxue broken?

As Rong Yueyuan sat up, Wen Xue floated to the side to avoid scratching Rong Yueyuan.

Rong Yueyuan sat up and stretched out his hand, and Wen Xue fell into his hand unconsciously.

Rong Yueyuan felt something different when he held the hilt of the sword.

This sword is very strong and sharp.

This is Wenxue, but it is not Wenxue either.

"Do you like it?" A brisk voice suddenly sounded.

Rong Yueyuan, who was lost in thought, looked up, and then saw Song Yizhi standing by the bed with his hair loose, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Rong Yueyuan raised the long sword in his hand, and after reacting, his voice was a little harsh, "Zhizhi..., did you recast Wen Xue?"

Song Yizhi nodded.

Seeing Rong Yueyuan's stunned look, Song Yizhi raised his hand and waved it in front of him.

"You..." Rong Yueyuan wanted to say something, but looking at Song Yizhi who was smiling like a flower, he couldn't. Song Yizhi bent his eyes and smiled, "Are you touched?"

Rong Yueyuan nodded.

How could you not be moved?
He knew that Wen Xue was gone when he was still on the battlefield of gods and demons. Wen Xue was the long sword forged by himself, which was of great significance to him. But now... he just slept, and Wen Xue was intact. appear in the eyes.

Looking at Rong Yueyuan's moving and gentle eyes, Song Yizhi said gently, "Do I need to renew the contract?"

Before Rong Yueyuan could speak, the sword in his hand moved.

The long sword flowed out from Rong Yueyuan. The sharp blade made a cut on Rong Yueyuan's finger, and the blood dripped onto the sword.

"..." Rong Yueyuan watched Wen Xue floating around, and inexplicably saw joy and laughter on one side of the long sword.

Song Yizhi was happy, "I didn't expect the Fifth Elder to be forcibly contracted again."

Speaking of forced contracts, Rong Yueyuan thought of Yuyu. He held Wen Xue in his hand and asked, "How is Yuyu?"

Through the contract, he could feel that Yuyu was in good condition, but he still felt uneasy without asking.

"He's fast asleep." Song Yizhi said.

Rong Yueyuan responded, and then felt some unevenness on the hilt of the sword.

Loosening his fingers, Rong Yueyuan lowered his head and saw a line of small words.

Song Yizhi raised his head to take a look curiously, and then became happy.

Rong Yueyuan looked up at his wife beside him, and suddenly wanted to add another sentence to the hilt of his sword.

This sword was a gift from my wife.

"Is the sword spirit about to be raised?" Song Yizhi asked.

Rong Yueyuan answered, "Wen Xue is now a divine weapon and has a spirit."

After making a contract with Wen Xue, Rong Yueyuan had to exclaim that the recast Wen Xue fit him perfectly.

"Go." Song Yizhi took two steps to the side.

Rong Yueyuan got out of bed, got dressed and went out.

In the courtyard, on the open space.

Rong Yueyuan held a long sword, and after a moment of adaptation, he raised the sword and swung it.

The recast Wen Xue showed her sharpness. At the beginning, Rong Yueyuan and Wen Xue were not too familiar with each other, and they almost flattened the courtyard with a sword.

When Rong Yueyuan swung his sword, he was shocked to realize how powerful Wen Xue was now.

Yuan Xu came out of the house carrying Yuyu and raised his eyebrows when he saw Rong Yueyuan practicing his sword.

"It seems that he has adapted well." Yuan Xu said.

The sword moves are still the same, even better than before, and there is no sign of regression at all.

"It still needs to be adjusted in." Song Yizhi said with a serious expression, "He will still feel uncomfortable using it."

Yuan Xu looked at Rong Yueyuan, who was moving smoothly and smoothly, and couldn't see where he was not taking advantage of him.

"Maybe it's because I haven't refined weapons for a long time, and my skills are not as good as before." Song Yizhi said.

"..." Yuan Xu was speechless for a while before he said, "You don't have to say some things. There's no need to force others to death."

The artifacts and refining techniques are not as good as before, but Song Yizhi really knows how to talk.

Song Yizhi said, "I will definitely strive for excellence in what I give him."

"Stop talking, I'm afraid that other weapon refiners will die." Yuan Xu said quietly.

Fortunately, Song Yizhi was not a weapon refiner, otherwise those weapon refiners would have hung themselves or wiped their necks.

Song Yizhi curled his lips.

After finishing a set of sword skills, Rong Yueyuan turned to look at Song Yizhi aside, "Zhi Zhi."

Song Yizhi raised his eyes and looked over.

"I seem to have had an epiphany." Rong Yueyuan said, "There is still room for improvement in sword moves."

Yuanxu:?
Is this a human being? ?

Did the broken sword of his life bring him an epiphany? ?
Is it reasonable?
Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan in a daze. (End of chapter)