Chapter 51 Three-in-one [including thanks 230,000, 230,000...

The Refining Contest is over.

After seeing off Akabane Castle, Yan Bixin was about to say goodbye and leave.

Seeing that the black-robed weapon refiner was about to leave, the shopkeeper and Master Ding immediately stood up and walked over to see him off.

Of them, one is Zhen Zhuoer's confidant and is responsible for on-site dispatch, and the other represents the Ruyi City weapon refiners to serve as the spectator of this competition.

This person was ready to expand his horizons and feast his eyes.

Who would have thought that the competition would end in a whimper, and the truth behind the incident was shocking and cruel.

Even as they stood up to see Master Yan off, the shopkeeper and Master Ding were still somewhat pensive.

He couldn't help but think about a question: If the person being replaced was a close relative, would he be able to recognize him?

Even if he recognized it, would this sword be able to stab him?

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but cast an envious look at the black-robed weapon refiner.

The shopkeeper sincerely thought, how great it is that Master Yan never has to worry about such problems.

Not only is Master Yan highly skilled in weapon making, he can easily create a weapon to identify the Thousand-Faced Demon.

It is even more for Master Yan... Uh, he is extremely vigilant about his own life. He can easily detect the Thousand-Faced Demon when it appears.

Moreover, Master Yan doesn't have to worry about whether to stab with the sword or not.

After all, since Master Yan always follows his heart, he does not need to think about important issues such as responsibility and righteousness.

He was the only one who ran to the street holding his robe and shouting "Help!"

The scene appeared in his mind, and the corners of the shopkeeper's lips slightly curved, but he forced them to straighten.

It would be unkind to criticize someone in person when the teacher is in front of you.

Moreover, recalling the birthday party not long ago, when the fortune teller made three accurate predictions in a row, the shopkeeper could not help but become superstitious in this regard.

He respectfully asked Master Yan, "Master, is there anything else you want to teach me?"

Yan Luoyue, who suddenly became a fortune teller, said: "?"

To Yan Luoyue, this question had no consequences and was even a little confusing.

She didn't understand what the shopkeeper was thinking, so she had to come up with a universal answer.

"...drink more hot water?"

The shopkeeper responded respectfully on the spot, "Yes, I understand."

Since Master Yan told him to drink more hot water, he would never drink cold water or tea after returning home.

The master has a far-sighted vision and just follows what he tells him to do. This is what he learned from Master Yan.

Yan Luoyue: “???”

Master Ding glanced at the old fellow who suddenly had a seizure, and stroked his beard with a smile.

The man accompanied the black-robed weapon refiner all the way to the Chuihua Gate, where the shopkeeper spoke again hesitantly.

"I understand your instructions. Do you have anything else to tell this man?"

Yan Luoyue: “???”

Ren Yanluoyue racked her brains but couldn't understand why the shopkeeper was acting so strangely today.

If she hadn't just refined a searching net, she would have thought that the shopkeeper's Thousand-Faced Demon had been replaced!

The black-robed weaponsmith turned around and looked the shopkeeper over carefully.

The shadow of the cloak obscured the face of Yan Bixin.

However, the weapon refiner's gaze was still as if real, resting on the shopkeeper's shoulders and body.

The shopkeeper stood up straight consciously.

After a while, Yan Bixin said in a hoarse voice: "It's getting cold, shopkeeper, please wear more clothes."

Although it is said that immortals are immune to cold and heat, winter is coming soon, and the shopkeeper is still wearing only a single piece of clothing. When the north wind blows, the corners of his robe flutter in the air.

Dressing like this does give you a pure and elegant temperament, but others will still feel cold psychologically.

The shopkeeper suddenly realized: "Yes, I have understood the master's instructions."

He understands, he understands everything.

"Cold weather" certainly does not refer to the current temperature, but is foreshadowing the world where monsters are rising.

The master didn't really want him to add or take away clothes, but wanted him to carry an extra defensive magic weapon with him!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue no longer wanted to ask the shopkeeper what he had figured out.

Before turning around, Yan Luoyue caught a glimpse of Master Ding's shoulders trembling slightly, as if he couldn't help laughing.

After escorting the black-robed weapon refiner out of the city, the shopkeeper bowed and couldn't help asking for the last time: "Master, what do you think..."

Based on the experience of not believing in evil last time, the shopkeeper thought that it would be best if the master and his junior sister could have all three of them at once.

Yan Luoyue was completely exhausted from asking so many questions that she had no choice but to buy a set of three flu prevention products for the shopkeeper.

The black-robed weaponsmith chuckled and said in a hoarse voice, "Wear a mask."

The shopkeeper was puzzled: "...mask?"

Yan Bixin raised his hand and gestured on his face: "It's a breathable cover."

It was late autumn, the season was about to change. No matter what the shopkeeper was thinking, he would not make a mistake in preventing infectious diseases.

After leaving these words, the black-robed weaponsmith nodded politely.

Without waiting for him to try to persuade him to stay, Yan Bixin left the shopkeeper, who was still pondering over his master's meaning, and walked away with the corners of his robe flipped up.

——If she continues to stay here and the shopkeeper asks a few more questions, Yan Luoyue will have no choice but to ask people to drink more Xiao Chaihu Chongjie!

After watching the black-robed weapon refiner leave in a hurry and disappearing around the corner of the street, Master Ding finally stopped holding back and burst into laughter.

"My friend, you have really scared Master Yan this time."

Look at the speed at which he ran away. It was obvious that he was avoiding the shopkeeper's questions one after another.

The shopkeeper looked at Master Ding seriously and said, "What do you know? There must be a reason for what Master told me to do."

Master Ding teased, "My friend, Master Yan was indeed very magical at the last birthday party. But you can't be afraid of the well rope for ten years after being bitten by a snake once."

The shopkeeper snorted and thought, it wasn't you who overturned the judgment six times in front of me.

——You are the one who has been sabotaging the show!

The shopkeeper said, "Friend, let's go and see."

…

Soon, after just one day, the shopkeeper couldn't wait to send a message to Master Ding, inviting this old friend to meet in the store.

When Master Ding came for the appointment, he made some subtle remarks.

"The Hundred Refinements Meeting is about to be held. I have been busy honing my skills these days and preparing for the event. If you, my old friend, hadn't invited me personally, I would never have shown up."

After a little rant, Master Ding asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

The shopkeeper sat upright with his eyes shining, and it was obvious that he had not yet recovered from his excitement.

"It's terrible, it's really terrible. Do you know what happened yesterday?"

Master Ding was at a loss.

The shopkeeper slammed the table so hard that the teacups on the table jumped.

"The Master told me to drink more hot water the day before yesterday. After returning home, I asked my family to boil a kettle of hot water for me. There was no need to make tea."

"What do you think happened? The little boy came to me and admitted that he had raised silkworm babies in his precious tea leaves. Oh, I was so angry. If I hadn't refused to drink tea, he would have thought that his crime had been exposed and he might have continued to drink silkworm shit tea leaves for a long time!"

“Hahahahahahaha!”

After hearing the shopkeeper's unfortunate experience, Master Ding burst into laughter without hesitation!

Master Ding raised an eyebrow and said jokingly:

"Good boy, you even knew to turn yourself in. Your son is smart and will definitely be a talented person in the future."

The shopkeeper snorted and said nothing.

"Forget it, let's not mention this little bastard, to avoid causing trouble. My friend, do you still remember the second thing that Master Yan told me the other day?"

Master Ding thought about it and said, "He said it was getting cold and asked you to wear more clothes?"

"Yes. After Master Yan told me to do so, I immediately put on my defensive magic weapon."

As the shopkeeper spoke, he showed the ring on his hand to Master Ding.

He said excitedly, "It worked this morning! Just now a customer brought a Thousand Machine Box to Zhao Xinju for inspection. You know, a thousand years ago there was a custom of burying Thousand Machine Boxes with the dead, so there could be anything inside."

Master Ding is indeed the shopkeeper’s best friend of many years. He could tell the elegant meaning of the music just by listening to the music.

"This Thousand Machine Box contains a mechanism to attack grave robbers?"

"Yes." The shopkeeper slapped his thigh heavily: "Fortunately, I brought a full set of defensive magic weapons with me. No traps were missed and they were all blocked."

Master Ding pulled at his beard, feeling that this was both miraculous and a little bit unbelievable.

"Old friend." He said slowly, "If Master Yan hadn't warned you, wouldn't you have taken precautions before you opened the Thousand Machine Box? I don't think this matter can be attributed to Master."

The shopkeeper shook his head: "I knew you would say that - because you haven't heard the third thing yet."

Master Ding was slightly stunned: "The third thing... ask you to wear a mask?"

"Yes." The shopkeeper said in a voice that was so strange that it made one ecstatic.

"Look at Zhaoxinju. Next to it is a teahouse owned by the boss. This teahouse also sells some wine."

"What a coincidence! Yesterday, a drunk girl came out of the building and kissed everyone she saw! She forced herself to kiss all the employees in this store, even me... Oh my!"

Having said this, the shopkeeper raised his sleeves to cover his face in shame.

Master Ding was dumbfounded: "How, how could this happen?"

The shopkeeper stamped his feet and said, "It's even more outrageous. He is a half-step golden elixir. Everyone in this store is tied together. We can't fight him, and we can't run away."

Master Ding: “…”

Master Ding sympathized and asked, "What did your sister-in-law say?"

He knew the temper of his friend's wife. If Fang knew about it, the old man would have one foot in his coffin.

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "Your sister-in-law didn't say anything. You never expected that I wore a mask all day yesterday and no one touched it."

At this point, the shopkeeper showed a hint of relief at having escaped a disaster.

"Look at Xiao Bing upstairs. He went home with a mark on the back of his ear yesterday. He was punished to kneel on a washboard all night. Now he walks with a limp."

"If Master Yan hadn't told me to wear a mask, my friend, you might not even be able to see these complete arms and legs today."

Master Ding: “…”

At this moment, Master Ding admitted defeat and was convinced.

Facts speak louder than words. The black-robed weaponsmith has repeatedly proved his ability with iron-like facts.

Master Ding felt that the name "Yanbixin" might contain some mysterious metaphysics...

Master Ding sighed: "Master Yan, it's amazing!"

The next time he sees Master Yan, he will have to discuss with the Master a few principles of life!

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Yan Luoyue could not have expected that her business and image would extend in a more mysterious direction.

At this moment, she was opening the gift that Akabane Castle gave to Yan Bixin.

Yan Luoyue shook the box, and the thing inside the box made a slight sound when it collided with other things.

Logically speaking, Yan Luoyue first refused the spirit stone reward from Chiyu City, and then refused the land deed that Chiyu City sincerely offered.

Meng Jun should have understood that the black-robed weapon refiner had a principle of never taking life-saving money from disaster-stricken areas.

So what he insisted on giving Yan Luoyue before leaving was probably something that was not that valuable, but would be of value to the weapon refiner.

After pondering for a while as if guessing a blind box, Yan Luoyue slowly opened the box.

There was an ordinary piece of scrap paper in the box.

Even though it was carefully framed later, the yellowed paper edges and rough lines still make it look very shabby.

But such a torn piece of paper made Yan Luoyue's eyes glare.

She carefully twisted up the remaining paper and looked at it, then quickly took out another box from the storage bag.

This box is different from the one Meng Zhun had. It was a gift given by Zhen Zhuoer to Yan Bixin after the incident of the Lu family's alien mother demon ended. It was a map that was said to be related to clues about the strange fire of heaven and earth.

The box was opened, revealing a fragment of Cang Sang with a similar temperament.

Yan Luoyue carefully put the map together along the torn traces.

The moment it was pieced together along the crack, a faint white light leaked out from the yellowed paper roll.

Then, the fragments of the picture automatically stuck together, and the original ink marks on the paper also changed.

“…Is that so?”

Yan Luoyue pinched the remaining corner of the map, looked at it carefully against the light, and cried out in surprise.

After she first got the map, she never bothered to study it.

It was not until today when she got another fragment that Yan Luoyue realized: there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers on the small old paper roll. Not only does it have traces of refining, but it also has a special formation engraved on it.

The special refining technique allows the broken fragments to be connected and pieced together spontaneously.

The formation hides the content recorded on the map.

Every time the fragments are pieced together, the ink on them changes.

Only when all the fragments are collected will the map show the true route.

Yan Luoyue murmured to herself: "It seems that the records here must be very important..."

The reason why a secret is so carefully protected must be that it has a corresponding value.

Yan Luoyue carefully put away the fragments of the map that had been pieced together for the second time.

Now, Yan Luoyue had even more expectations for this Hundred Refining Meeting.

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A few days later, a group of brothers from the Crane Tribe came to the Turtle Tribe to stay overnight.

Although the entire turtle tribe was preparing for this year's hibernation period, the tribe members still warmly gave this demon historian an extraordinary hospitality.

As soon as Ling Shuying and Ling Shuanghun arrived at the gate of the clan’s territory, they were surrounded by enthusiastic uncles and aunts from the Turtle Clan.

"Come on, come this way. The house has been cleaned for you."

"No, no, no, you are the historian. How can I take your money?"

"Don't be polite. Coming to the Turtle Tribe is like coming to your own home. We have an old friendship with the Turtle and Crane Tribe."

The Crane tribe is also a long-lived race. People long ago had idioms such as "turtle and crane prolong life" and "turtle age and crane calculation".

Moreover, as bird monsters that live by water, the Crane Clan also has overlapping tastes with the Turtle Clan.

No wonder the aunt kept a loving look in her eyes, looking at the handsome little cool boy with satisfaction, stuffing various bags of loving snacks into his arms.

"Come, let's eat the dried caterpillars, they are chewy and authentic!"

"This is minced shrimp. It's salty and tasty. You can eat it as a snack."

Even Yan Yu threw a bag of snowflake worm powder far away.

Seeing this, Yan Luoyue lowered her voice and asked Yan Yu, "Sister Yu, you should also bring him food."

Yan Yu replied to Yan Luoyue in a very low voice: "Yes, look how good-looking this boy is."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Oh, it turns out that it is the love of beauty that all turtles have.

Yan Luoyue pointed at Yan Yuyao's other snack bag: "Then throw this one away too."

The historian has two brothers. How can they eat enough if they throw only one bag?

Yan Yu took off the cloth bag containing dried fish from his waist, drew a circle in the air with his arm, and put it into Yan Luoyue's palm.

Touching Yan Luoyue's little head, Yan Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I'll give this to you - who can make my sister look good?"

Yan Luoyue and Yan Yu held hands and admired the beauty of the Crane brothers.

When Yan Luoyue was wearing the vest of Yan Bixin, he had seen this brother several times. But each time the occasion was not right, and he couldn't stare at him openly like now.

Until now, when she took a look at them, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but sigh, the Crane people's legs are so long, even if they are covered by robes, one can still see that their legs are thin and straight.

The cranes also have beautiful necks, with elegant and white necks that make their bodies look taller and straighter.

No wonder even though my younger brother Ling Shuanghun is only four or five years older than Yan Luoyue, visually speaking, he is half a person taller than Yan Luoyue.

Yan Luoyue was puzzled and wondered if he had some secret technique when transforming from a crane into a human, otherwise the head would be connected to the neck, and under the neck were the legs.

The same thin shirt worn by the shopkeeper of Zhaoxinju makes people want to remind him to be careful of catching a cold.

But when worn by these two brothers, they look like tall hats, wide sleeves, wide belts and robes, which give them a very elegant and graceful demeanor.

Yan Luoyue couldn't help but recall that she had planned to buy a white crane monster as a means of transportation when she had enough money...

Uh, wait a minute. How did these two brothers get from Ruyi City to the Turtle Tribe? Did they fly here by themselves?

After hearing Yan Luoyue's question, Yan Yu looked at her strangely.

"It's such a long way, wouldn't it be tiring to fly by yourself? Of course I'm riding a crane."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue's brain suddenly short-circuited: "Crane demon... riding a crane?"

That sounds weird.

Yan Yu patted Yan Luoyue in annoyance and said, "What's the big deal? Why don't you say that horse monsters also ride horses and fish monsters also eat fish?"

Humans are still playing tricks on monkeys!

Even he, the turtle demon, has to throw his turtle armor into the fire when he makes a move. He can't just get on the sedan chair and then stab his ears and perform a shell-shedding show.

Yan Luoyue: "...Oh, okay, that's no problem."

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No, there is a problem.

Three days later, Yan Luoyue stood behind a bush with sparse branches and leaves.

Not far away, the sound of the crane brothers' conversation came into her ears.

Yan Luoyue thought expressionlessly: And there is still a problem.

Originally, Yan Luoyue just came out for a casual walk.

As she passed behind the trees, she saw the He brothers of the Ling family sitting in the pavilion, and prepared to go up to them and say hello.

But when Yan Luoyue was about to approach, the key words "keep your word" floated into her ears.

Yan Luo stopped consciously under the moon.

In the pavilion, brother Ling Shuying frowned and asked for the second time, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

My younger brother Ling Shuanghun stood up and saluted as if he were walking on water, his snow-white robe sleeves fluttering in the wind:

"I have made up my mind and planned my next trip. If possible, I hope to continue writing "The Story of Keeping Your Words"."

—Hmm? "The Legend of the True Word"?

When Yan Luoyue noticed his alias name, his ears straightened instantly.

Ling Shuying pressed her palms together, motioning her brother to sit down.

He said in a gentle voice, "I agree with your plan to go to the Hundred Refinements Meeting and record the scene of the grand event. As historians, we should collect important news from all over the world and not let history become anecdotes."

"It's enough for one person to go and investigate and record the sealed Demon Realm."

Having said that, Ling Shuying looked at her brother, hesitant to speak: "But... there is one thing... I really can't be assured of..."

Ling Shuanghun stood up again, his waist as straight as a bamboo, and looked firmly into his brother's eyes.

"Brother, let me go and write. Do you remember what you were taught when you were young? The head of the historian can be cut off by force, but even if you have to face death, you must write truthfully."

“…”

"No," Ling Shuying said with difficulty, "Shuanghun, this is not a question of whether to hold a pen or not..."

“Brother, it’s…!”

Ling Shuanghun had just said half of his words when his brother interrupted him.

Ling Shuying looked at him solemnly.

As if sensing his brother's firm determination, Ling Shuying had no choice but to talk it out in a not-so-tactful way.

"You just mentioned that the historian's duty is to write truthfully."

"Then Frost Soul, tell me, if a writer writes truthfully but does not write directly, but instead adds a lot of side content, can such a person still be called a historian?"

For a moment, Ling Shuanghun extinguished all sounds.

After a moment, he stood up again and argued.

"Brother, even if I lose the title of historian, I still maintain my original point of view. Why do we need to record history? Not only for future generations to check, but also for people today to be willing to understand history!"

"If families are not willing to read this history, then there will only be a lot of bamboo slips left behind, but the educational significance of history itself will not be achieved."

Ling Shuying took a deep breath, and from the tone of her voice, it seemed that she was about to hit the child in the next second.

"Don't discuss this issue yet. Just tell me directly, what did you put into your record?"

Ling Shuanghun said calmly: "It's nothing, just a few anecdotes to make the record more interesting and more attractive for others to read."

Facing his brother's stern gaze, Bai He's younger brother pursed his lips but held his chest proudly high, refusing to retreat even a single step.

"Brother, recording history is important, but popularizing history is equally important. You and your predecessors focus on recording the historical facts you have seen, but you think that unofficial history is also worth recording."

Ling Shuying scolded: "You are heretical and letting your horse run wild!"

Yan Luoyue heard the brothers' argument from behind the bushes and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

In her opinion, the brother's records are all correct and valuable.

My brother Ling Shuying recorded history, which is understandable.

As for his younger brother Ling Shuanghun, he wants to popularize history to the public, and this idea is not wrong.

Ultimately, it is because the career choices provided by the demon race in historical records are too simple.

If Ling Shuanghun were put into modern times, he could definitely become an interesting historical science blog.

He clenched his right fist and shook it, and Yan Luoyue cheered for Ling Shuanghun from a distance.

She believed that as long as Ling Shuanghun could hold on for a long time, the enthusiastic response from the public would be his best response.

However, less than three seconds after Yan Luoyue’s thought came to her mind, the two brothers’ powerful attack shattered it.

Ling Shuying sat back on the stone bench with a snort: "Okay, then read me the "Legend of the Words That Believe" you just wrote!"

Yan Luoyue: “???”

Wait a minute, how did the question turn to her?

Yan Luoyue thought she was the badger eating the melon, but she didn't expect that she was the melon?

Ling Shuang's soul thread is unambiguous.

He took out the scroll he had written down on the spot, unfolded it in the air, and began to read it aloud with great emotion.

Considering that the texts recorded in historical books are often written in a written form, they are difficult to read and require a lot of effort to comprehend.

Therefore, Ling Shuanghun even provided a translated version of his unofficial history for ordinary people to read.

It is worth mentioning that the tone of the word-for-word translation is very similar to the style of students' classical Chinese examination questions.

This leads to...

"You always keep your word. I am from Yunningze and I am well-known in Ruyi City for my superb weapon-making skills."

"Bi Xin has a reputation for being very accurate in his predictions. Whenever he mentions a tragic fate, he will accurately predict it. The shopkeeper Chen commented on the matter and said with a smile: Bi Xin is indeed Bi Xin."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

God damn, "The shopkeeper Chen laughed and said, 'You must believe it, you must believe it.'"

Fuck the word-for-word translation of “You must believe it, you must believe it.”

If she were a candidate, she would never accept such clever questions.

The Ling brothers had not yet noticed that a wave of resentment was gathering within reach.

Ling Shuanghun read his own record with full concentration:

"Because Bi Xin always wore a dark robe, people at that time called him 'Lord Crow'..."

Hearing this, Ling Shuying suddenly interrupted Ling Shuanghun's thoughts.

"Wait a minute." His brother issued a stern rebuke.

"I was with you almost all day today. Why did I only hear people say 'Master Yan is dressed a bit like a black crow', but didn't hear anyone call Master Yan 'Mr. Crow'?"

When his brother criticized him to his face, Ling Shuanghun lowered his head in shame.

"It is a summary and refinement. I made the mistake of letting emotion harm reality, but I have realized my mistake now."

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue's face, which had turned pale and blue, finally looked a little better.

Fortunately, there is one sensible person among the two brothers.

Being reincarnated as a little turtle is tragic enough, there is no need to add the nickname "Mr. Crow" to the name.

"Yes." Ling Shuying nodded, "You continue reading."

So, Ling Shuanghun changed the sentence on the spot to "So, Shuanghunzi gave Bixin a nickname, called 'Crow Lord'."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

The smile that had just appeared froze on his face.

Ah? No, this is all right?

You are amazing at revising the unofficial history on the spot???

Ling Shuanghun continued to chant:

"In the 128th year of Xuanyang, Bi Xin appeared in Ruyi City for the first time. At that time, the young master of the Lu family colluded with the devil and wanted to capture Bi Xin to become his servant. Fortunately, with the help of Madam Lu, this happened."

"Bi Xin's cultivation was weak, so once he was rescued, he rolled up his robe at the city gate, hugged the corners of his robe to his waist, raised his legs like a windmill, and immediately ran far away..."

Hearing Yan Luoyue: "..."

Absurd score, Absurd score, Absurd score from the original.

Apart from "this is fucking ridiculous", Yan Luoyue couldn't think of a second thought to describe this incident for a moment.

The cold wind howled and the autumn leaves fluttered.

Yan Luoyue's gaze coldly penetrated the sparse trees and fixed itself directly on Ling Shuanghun's body.

She looked at the red-crowned crane and was not writing "The Story of a Man of Words" properly.

What you wrote was clearly "The Dark History of Keeping One's Words"!

——Just tell me, it’s all your fault!

If the situation wasn't so awkward, Yan Luoyue would have jumped out right then and there and shouted "Oppose unofficial history! Oppose meaningless popular science blogs!"

At this moment, Yan Luoyue's expectant and passionate eyes were focused on Ling Shuying.

She couldn't jump out on the spot to stop Ling Shuanghun's outrageous behavior, so she could only hope that her brother would be clear-headed and keep his word and be fair to her.

At least... at least don't be so graphic when describing her escape from your heart.

What Yan Luoyue never expected was that Ling Shuying didn't insist on being righteous at all.

He just pondered for a moment, and his expression softened bit by bit.

Ling Shuying sighed, "Since you were little, apart from wanting to be a historian, I've never seen you insist on doing something like this."

He shook his brother's hand and said loudly: "Since it is like... Frost Soul, don't forget your original intention."

Hearing this, Ling Shuanghun raised his head in surprise!

Yan Luoyue raised her head in horror!

Ling Shuanghun said in disbelief: "Brother, do you agree?"

Yan Luoyue gasped - what? How come you have no principles at all and really agreed?

"Yeah." Ling Shuying narrowed her eyes and smiled.

The cinnabar mark on his forehead was as red as blood, making the young man's handsome face look like a white wall against a towering city.

"Go ahead and write it. First, finish this "The Legend of Keeping Your Words" with all your heart, okay?"

Ling Shuanghun nodded heavily: "Okay!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Seeing the dust settle, Yan Luoyue left from behind the bushes in a daze.

She thought quietly: Where is the Forestry Bureau? Why is there no Forestry Bureau in this world?

Although the red-crowned crane is a national first-class protected animal, Yan Luoyue is just a wild little turtle, which is also a national second-class protected animal.

Guo Yiru openly bullied Guo Er and even changed the species of Guo Er in unofficial history. Doesn't your Forestry Bureau have an explanation?

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Winter comes with the howling north wind.

This means that Yan Luoyue’s birthday is approaching.

In addition, Yan Luoyue was also ready to participate in the Hundred Refining Meeting.

This was her first time traveling so far away. Sang Ji and Yan Gan originally wanted to go together, but he stayed at her house with Yan Luoyue.

Yan Luoyue: "Study hard, brother. You must try to impress your teacher more recently."

After all, I was promoted to the Yuanzi class, and I was not far from getting a graduation recommendation letter.

Yan Yu originally wanted to resign from his position in the incubation room and accompany Yan Luoyue on this trip, but Yan Luoyue politely declined.

In order to have a smooth trip, Yan Luoyue brought in a capable helper.

The first one is the outrageous younger brother historian of the Crane Clan, Ling Shuanghun.

Yes, Ling Shuanghun wanted to record the history of this Hundred Refinements Meeting. So, he could accompany Yan Luoyue.

Although the content of Ling Shuanghun's writing is a bit silly, he has a kind heart.

After Yan Luoyue became familiar with these Crane brothers, she happened to mention an event related to the Hundred Refining Meeting.

Without waiting for Yan Luoyue to say more, Ling Shuanghun asked her if she wanted to travel alone, and then asked if she didn't mind, he could take her with him.

It was not until they got to know each other later that Yan Luoyue realized that Ling Shuanghun was actually only four or five years younger than herself.

Even among the demon tribe, which is famous for "giving up all their cubs", he is not at an age where he can be independent.

But the bird tribe has the advantage of flying since birth. Therefore, Ling Shuanghun has traveled to more than thirty times more places than Yan Luoyue in the past year.

Yan Luoyue: Jealousy!

The second helper was Jiang Tingbai.

Upon hearing the news that Yan Luoyue was going to the Bailianhui, Jiang Tingbai specially prepared three sword talismans for Yan Luoyue to defend herself.

The sword spirit is produced by Jiang Tingbai himself, the paper carrying the sword spirit is handled by the school, and the excellent rune master who engraves the sword spirit into runes is Mr. Dong, who makes a friendly guest appearance.

This is how three free sword talismans were made.

Sincere, strong, and poor.

This is the care from the sword cultivator.

“…”

Yan Luoyue held the three sword talismans in her hands, and for a moment she didn't know whether she should be moved to tears or try hard not to laugh out loud.

No, Mr. Jiang's care actually reminded Yan Luoyue of another shortcoming.

"Sir," Yan Luoyue asked, "Do you think we are lacking a means of attack?"

After listening to Yan Luoyue's confusion, Jiang Tingbai thought about it carefully.

"As far as I know, no matter what kind of magic you practice, few turtles are good at attacking. This is related to your innate characteristics. Like Buddhism, turtles are often better at defense and do not like fighting. Therefore, there are often legends about the connection between turtles and Buddhism."

When it comes to Buddhism, the first image that comes to Yan Luoyue's mind is the "tut tut tut" Shen Jingxuan.

From this perspective, Buddhism is clearly more powerful than the turtle tribe!

Jiang Tingbai said implicitly: "Master Jingxuan... even from my many years of experience, she is just a relatively ordinary Buddhist master. Moreover, Buddhist skills have never been passed on to others."

He earnestly asked Yan Luoyue for her opinion: "Those who want to emulate Junior Master Jingxuan, do you have any plans to become a monk in the future?"

Yan Luoyue shook her head repeatedly.

“Then we have to make up for it in other ways.”

Jiang Tingbai pondered and said, "Do you want to learn another skill, such as... formation?"

"It seems that a certain formation with high lethality complements the turtle tribe very well."

Formation?

Speaking of this question, Yan Luoyue first thought of the torn map.

She did not have a deep understanding of formations.

If Mr. Jiang makes such a suggestion, he must have his reasons.

Yan Luoyue thought about it and nodded readily: "Since you said so, let's find an opportunity to try it out."

Jiang Tingbai nodded with a smile and gently touched the little girl's head: "With your intelligence, you won't be bad at anything you learn."

"Yes, sir." Yan Luoyue thought of something else, "When I come back from the Hundred Refining Meeting, I should have been promoted to the Yuanzi Class. By then, can I ask you to write a recommendation for me?"

"Your book recommendations..."

As soon as he touched upon this question, Jiang Tingbai's gaze suddenly became distant for a moment.

Mr. Jiang's eyes flashed with a smile.

That look was reflected in the amber pupils, like a naughty child playfully and lightly swinging a pine branch.

"I'm 70% confident of your recommendation. If you can learn the formation well, the confidence will increase to 90%."

Jiang Tingbai spoke slowly and as expected, he watched Yan Luoyue's eyes slowly close.

He added cheerfully, "If this Hundred Refinements goes smoothly, we may be very confident."

After all, he had already sent the letter, and it should be in that person's hands now.

If it weren't for his own situation and Yan Luoyue's lack of interest in swordsmanship, Jiang Tingbai would be willing to accept Yan Luoyue as his apprentice.

In summary, this option is actually the better choice.

And judging from the results, there is not much difference.

Jiang Tingbai smiled gently, leaned over and hung a piece of straw weaving around Yan Luoyue's neck.

"I've heard about the Thousand-Faced Demon and Akabane Castle. I also know that the weapon refiner 'Yanbixin' played a role in the matter."

"You are so young, and it's time to protect yourself, but somehow you always get involved with this monster... Well, I'll give you this little thing to ward off evil."

Hearing this familiar statement, Yan Luoyue consciously picked up the straw weaving in front of his chest and took a look at it.

Well, this time it’s finally not Zhong Kui, and it’s not Zhong Kui’s sister either.

This time, Jiang Tingbai hung a giraffe without buttocks on Yan Luoyue's chest.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She accurately captured the key word "ward off evil spirits" and also locked on the prominent features of straw weaving.

Yan Luoyue asked tentatively: "Is the craftwork this time... still a Pixiu?"

It's been so long, Mr. Jiang still hasn't learned how to edit this thing?

She’s almost learned it by looking at it!

Jiang Tingbai frowned in annoyance: "Since you ask this, did you mess up again?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Be more confident, sir, don't use interrogative sentences, and remove the word "maybe".

But seeing Jiang Tingbai's hurt look, Yan Luoyue felt embarrassed to be so direct.

She thought for a moment and said tactfully, "Well, sir... do you know that there was a man named Einstein in the past? Let me tell you a story about Einstein and the bench..."

Jiang Tingbai: "..."