kill the sky

In the end, the old man gave up this practice, after all, Qin Yin is not wrong, is he?

Smiling hard, the wrinkles on his face bloomed like chrysanthemums. The old man also showed a kind smile and said: "This is not the way of hospitality in our Sijue Village. We really can't offer such things. How about Do you choose again?"

"That's it, can I pick whatever I want?" Qin Yin looked very excited.

So the old man hesitated again.

He didn't know whether Qin Yin really liked this chamber pot or whether he had the strength to choose it.

If Qin Yin is allowed to choose the real king of weapons, then he will not cry even if he has no tears, so it is better to let him take the chamber pot away.

However, 1 years have passed, and even he doesn't know what's so special about that thing, and he doesn't believe that Qin Yin can recognize it.

He thought about it for a while, and it must be because what he did earlier was too obvious that Qin Yin chose this chamber pot.

Momentary good luck doesn't mean eternity, instead of letting Qin Yin take this chamber pot, it's better to fight for it!

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, pick whatever you want."

"Well, who made this thing, it stinks to death." Qin Yin kicked over the chamber pot all at once, and all the things inside spilled down, and a stench spread out immediately, permeating thousands of miles.

When Qin Yin made such a fuss, the villagers of Sijue Village jumped up and down, covering their noses and yelling.

Qin Yin laughed, closed his sense of smell, and then casually walked into a hut.

The furnishing of the hut is very simple, just a table, a bed, and a corner full of leftover materials.

"These are gadgets for children to play with." The old man followed behind Qin Yin and explained calmly.

"Didn't these things be picked up?" Qin Yin asked.

"Most of them are made by the villagers themselves," said the old man.

Qin Yin nodded, walked over curiously, and picked up a dagger carved in stone.

The carving technique of this short sword is very smooth, it seems to be done in one go, it can be seen that the carving technique is very good.

But unlike those utensils, there is no dao pattern on it, but a very ordinary stone sword.

Qin Yin played with the stone sword and asked, "Does anyone here know how to refine weapons?"

The old man chuckled, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Artifact refining? Such a noble status, how can we rural folk understand it. It's just for fun."

The old man also came over, picked up a stone knife, stroked the stone knife with his wrinkled hands, and his eyes were full of deep nostalgia.

Qin Yin's heart moved, could it be that this old man has something wrong with his past?

"Old man, may I know where are the people who carved these things?" Qin Yin asked.

The old man's body shook violently, and he almost let go of the stone knife. He closed his eyes tightly, and tried hard to recall that figure, but found that the shadow that he had always thought to be very deep had become blurred. It turned out to be Can't recall what he looked like.

Two turbid old tears slipped from the old man's eyes, and there was a disappointed voice: "He is dead."

died?

Qin Yin was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect this result.

"My condolences, old man." Qin Yin comforted.

The old man nodded, put down the stone knife, and said nothing more.

Qin Yin also put down the stone sword, and then walked out of the hut.

Next, Qin Yin kept searching the hut in the village, touching here and there, like a child who has never seen the world, which made the old man more sure that Qin Yin's choice of the chamber pot was just a coincidence, absolutely not Will have the ability to identify appliances.

At the same time, his expression is even more casual, letting Qin Yin be busy, and dare not do anything with that thing, for fear that Qin Yin will find something abnormal.

Night began to fall, and the moonlight was as bright as washing, scattered on these huts, and covered with a layer of white brilliance.

After all, the moon in the God Realm is a little different. It is softer than the one in the Heaven Realm. There seems to be a special power in the moonlight. Where the moonlight shines, there seems to be more spiritual energy.

The villagers of Sijue Village are bathed in the moonlight, and they are exercising their inherent mental methods, humbling.

The old man and Qin Yin explained that in the God Realm, the distribution of divine energy is not uniform. In marginal places like them, they usually get very little spiritual energy. Only after night falls, with the power of moonlight , to be able to practice.

In some places, the spirit of the gods is so violent that it is impossible for ordinary people to cultivate directly. It is only possible to suppress it by setting up a large formation.

"If you haven't finished choosing, you can stay here for one night first, and then have a look tomorrow." The old man said to Qin Yin.

In the past half a day, the old man's view of Qin Yin has changed a lot. Qin Yin does not have the domineering momentum of the children of the family, but very gently asks them to call their names directly and meet according to their seniority.

Of course, it is impossible for the old man to have a heart-to-heart relationship with Qin Yin like this, but he has no initial wariness towards him, and treats him as a curious young man.

The place where Qin Yin inadvertently revealed some views on refining equipment surprised the old man. He felt that Qin Yin's identity was very strange, and he was very interested in his origin.

It's just that it's impossible for the old man to ask directly, but to deduce from the sidelines.

Qin Yin didn't understand what the old man meant. He was much better than the old man in terms of acting skills. After a few words, he turned the old man's fans around and directly forgot the core of the problem.

"Well, is this convenient?" Qin Yin answered the old man while sensing the traces of the villagers' exercises with his spiritual sense.

In fact, this is also a supernatural ability of Qin Yin. Generally speaking, the spiritual sense can only detect the initial places, like the traces of the operation of the exercises, you need to search the memory through soul searching.But Qin Yin's skills were so against the sky that he directly omitted this step.

If the old man knew this, would he expose the villagers to Qin Yin?

"It's nothing inconvenient. It's just a place in the mountains, I'm just afraid you'll dislike it." The old man said.

"Hey, what do I dislike? If I don't live here, I'll sleep in the wilderness." Qin Yin said, then looked at the old man with malicious intentions, and said, "What about the chamber pot? Have you cleaned it?"

"..." The old man was speechless for a while, he was not afraid of thieves stealing, but he was afraid of thieves thinking about it. It seems that Qin Yin didn't have a better harvest, and he would still take a fancy to this chamber pot in the end?

No, the old man must not let that thing be lost in his hands.

"I haven't washed it. If you need it, I'll give you another one?" the old man said, even he felt a little ashamed. It's a bit indecent for two people to discuss the issue of the chamber pot here.

"Forget it, Renren will pass. By the way, what kind of exercises are you practicing? Why is it so strange? The ultimate divine power is not concentrated in the dantian." Qin Yin asked casually.

The old man's body shook suddenly, and he looked at Qin Yin in disbelief, shocked in his heart, a voice sounded, how could he know?

(To be continued)