Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Two-in-one [29w+]

This name is really short and sharp, and it directly expresses Yan Luoyue's design concept.

For a moment, even the sound of the chess knife gnawing on the turtle shell stopped for a moment.

Then, Ji Qinghong smiled gently and turned to cast a gentle look at the Button Sword beside him.

Butterfly Knife immediately straightened his attitude: "Crack, crack, crack..."

The teeth and belly of a Jindan stage cultivator are both extraordinary.

Although there was a layer of fine cracks on the front teeth, the 20-pound turtle shell was actually gnawed away by the chess knife until only a corner was left.

Ji Qinghong made a pressing gesture to Yan Luoyue, signaling her to stay calm.

He stroked Button's back like a kind and reliable elder, and handed him a new turtle shell that weighed at least 40 kilograms.

"Come on, don't worry, I have more after you finish eating."

Ji Qinghong looked at the younger generation in front of him with a smile, his gem-like red pupils quietly emitting a warm bloody light.

"I've already said that being here is just like going back to your hometown. I have a long-standing friendship with the elders of your sect, and I will not let you go hungry."

Button Chess Knife: “…”

Button Qidao swallowed with a gurgling sound, and a strange polygonal bulge was clearly visible on his Adam's apple.

He smiled with great difficulty and reluctance, "Younger generation...thank you very much...for your kindness, Demon Lord."

"Don't be so polite. I don't like people being too polite to me. It makes it seem like there's a gap between us."

Ji Qinghong gave a reminder and patted Button Qidao on the back.

His movements were very gentle, like an innocent girl carefully unfolding her makeup.

But despite such a considerate gesture, Button Qidao still felt as if an electric shock had passed through his body.

Every time Ji Qinghong's palm landed on his back, he shivered like a man with epilepsy, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead almost without cost.

After admiring it for a while with his chin in his hand, Ji Qinghong shook his head regretfully, perhaps thinking that the scene was more interesting than beautiful.

He turned to look at Yan Luoyue and asked in a patient tone that could inspire thinking: "What do you want to show me?"

Yan Luoyue glanced in the direction of Ding Shujian: "It seems that his robes are not yet finished..."

Ji Qinghong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. He will be finished soon."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound, and Button Shujian accidentally knocked over the furnace in front of him.

You have to know that the refining furnace has three legs and a round furnace chamber, and the lightest one weighs at least several dozen pounds.

Even if he was knocked over by mistake like this, I wonder how panicked Niu Shujian was.

The refining furnace rolled on the ground, and the furnace door happened to hit the mechanism and popped open automatically. The vestments and materials that had just been half-refined inside flowed out along the furnace.

Niu Shujian quickly apologized: "Demon Lord, I didn't mean to..."

Ji Qinghong nodded in approval: "Look, he's finished."

Button Sword: “…”

He looked down at his vestments, which had not yet been finalized, tempered, and especially had not yet been forged into two pairs of legs. He was unable to catch his breath and almost suffocated to death on the spot.

Under such pressure, Niu Shujian dared not say that he had not yet completed his training, nor did he dare to put on the robe, allowing Yan Luoyue to break his legs.

He could only look to his brother for help, pitifully and tremblingly.

Then, Niu Shujian saw that his elder brother was concentrating on eating and didn't even bother to look at them.

The button chess knife made a "crunching sound" as he held a 40-pound turtle shell and gnawed on it.

If it weren't for the crack on the front tooth that was gradually getting bigger, the crisp sound would really sound like chewing hot pot.

Button Sword: “…”

It seems that the eldest brother is in a difficult situation and can't save himself.

Niu Shujian could only turn his head miserably and put on the half-formed robe with a tragic look on his face.

Noticing that Niu Shujian's legs were shaking, Yan Luoyue kindly helped him divert his attention:

"Are you ready? Otherwise, let me explain to you the design ideas of this magic weapon."

Niu Shujian was obviously struggling desperately, and felt that he could delay as long as possible. When he heard Yan Luoyue say this, a glimmer of hope immediately lit up in his eyes.

Yan Luoyue explained in detail: "The inspiration for Creation of You 1.0 came from a certain aerial driving. At that time, my companions and I were happily driving Ji Yao Zun's small flying saucer forward. Suddenly, a giant flying boat from Hong Tong Palace turned around and crashed into us..."

Button Sword: “…”

At this point, Yan Luoyue added: "The owner of the flying boat is a man with a pointed face, dark skin, very young, with an older brother, and an older follower. To protect his privacy, I cannot reveal his name."

Button Sword: “…”

I’m knocking on your second master’s door, just tell me my disciple number directly!

How naive! Niu Shujian actually had that much time to think that Yan Luoyue was in front of the big devil and was helping him buy time.

Wrong! This is clearly a way to make a complaint and directly smear him in front of him!

It must be said that before Yan Luoyue activated the magic weapon and created the flesh and blood of the Death Button Book Sword, his spirit had already reached the brink of danger under heavy psychological pressure.

Until Yan Luoyue activated the magic weapon, Niu Shujian's face was stunned and he even forgot to start basic defensive skills.

Suddenly, a deafening "bang" sounded in the room.

Driven by the energy of the spirit stone, the magical weapon shaped like a flying boat moved forward at high speed, drawing a beautiful curve and attacking the Button Sword accurately.

Yan Luoyue automatically dubbed this scene in her mind: — Second Battalion Commander, where is your fucking Italian cannon? Fire! Fire! Fire!

The young master, who didn't even dare to raise his chin and looked down on others, didn't even have time to utter a groan before he was hit head-on by the powerful force and flew backwards.

With two clang sounds, the Button Sword pierced through two walls in succession, leaving a large human-shaped hole on each wall.

Then, he embedded it firmly on the third wall, and it could not be picked out even if someone tried.

Ji Qinghong didn't need to go closer to check. Just a glance from his spiritual sense was enough to determine the current situation of Niu Shujian.

The man pushed a strand of white hair that had fallen off his shoulders back behind his ear, and there was still something in his narrow red eyes:

"I just fainted... It seems that this 'Slayer 1.0' still needs to be improved."

Yan Luoyue bowed and said, "You are right."

Ji Qinghong's lips twitched slightly, and he slowly put on a friendly smile: "However, you did break both of his legs. According to the agreement, I should award you a fifth-level badge."

Ji Qinghong thought of the examiner again, who seemed to be pretending to be dead forever.

"Where's the badge?"

"The Level 5 badges are all kept in the Shuiling Room... You..."

Ji Qinghong thanked him for the reminder with a smile.

Before leaving, Ji Qinghong suddenly seemed to remember something and paused.

He reminded Niu Qidao, "Good boy, I won't keep you any longer. After this meal, go back with your brother."

Button Chess Knife: “…”

In fact, he thought he could take the opportunity to not eat the remaining half...

Holding her broken teeth, she smiled uglier than crying: "...Yes, yes. Thank you...thank you for your consideration, Demon Lord."

After all, as if afraid that Ji Qinghong would take it to heart again, Niu Qidao quickly added:

"As for the bets, we will send someone to deliver them as soon as my brother wakes up."

Hearing this, Ji Qinghong nodded with satisfaction.

He was very emotional: "Although you are no longer young and talented, but after my teaching, you have still grown into an excellent talent."

Button Qidao spoke each word with tears in his eyes: "…what you said is really, really reasonable."

For Ji Qinghong to describe him as a "talented person", it is possible that no incense had been burned in his ancestral tomb for a thousand years.

Seeing that everything was growing prosperously towards the sun between heaven and earth like grass and trees in spring, Ji Qinghong smiled slightly.

Immediately, he bent down and took Yan Luoyue's hand.

"Come on, let's go get that badge for you."

…

After walking for a while with Yan Luoyue, Ji Qinghong suddenly chuckled.

"That shot of yours...I thought it wouldn't hit that hard."

He was the top weapon refining master of the time, so he could naturally see that Yan Luoyue adjusted the spirit stone energy to its fullest state when he activated the magic weapon.

Ji Qinghong originally thought that students who were highly respected and favored by Jiang Tingbai would behave in a similar way to Jiang Tingbai, and would inevitably be softer in heart and more willing to give leeway to those around them.

Unexpectedly, after meeting the real girl, he found that the girl's temperament was more to his liking.

Thinking of the sentence in the letter Jiang Tingbai wrote back, which described Yan Luoyue as "steady and prudent when opening up the environment, lawless within a limited scope", Ji Qinghong found it interesting and the smile on his face became more vivid.

Yan Luoyue touched the tip of his nose and said honestly, "I've already offended him, so it would be a waste if I don't beat him up."

It’s not like if she only broke Niu Shujian’s leg today, Niu Shujian would be grateful to her for it.

Conflict has arisen, resistance has been established, and contradictions have become radical and irreconcilable.

In this case, why not just take advantage of the moment when someone is holding you back and beat the person up?

At least while reducing the opponent's fighting power, I feel good at the same time.

After answering, Yan Luoyue glanced at Ji Qinghong secretly, only to see him looking thoughtful, with a smile in his red eyes, staring at her without blinking.

Ji Qinghong asked knowingly, "You just forged that 'Five Linked Sword', were you doing it to show me off?"

A veil could not block his consciousness.

The onlookers took a quick glance and could only see the excitement, and at most could tell that the five daggers were all spiritual magic weapons.

However, Ji Qinghong watched the training process of Yan Luoyue from beginning to end.

She used five different complex techniques to forge these five daggers, but in the end they were all forged in one furnace.

Such exquisite skills, like the rising sun, the weapon refiner himself greeted him confidently from a distance.

——Are you looking at me?

——You should be looking at me.

How proud, how bright, how open-minded.

Even the heartless world will show extra favor to a sunflower like this.

In order to show that he was indeed a qualified audience, Ji Qinghong even fiddled with the monster killing cards in other people's hands as accompaniment to Yan Luoyue.

Yan Luoyue had not had the time to name the long sword that was made up of five Xuanjing swords.

She originally wanted to call this set of long swords "Five Calabash Brothers" or "King Kong Calabash Brothers-2".

But the name that Ji Qinghong recited casually seemed to be more catchy.

In that case, let's call it the "Five-Ring Sword".

Yan Luoyue nodded and admitted: "Before entering the Yinfeng Tower, I seemed to have seen your figure."

Since I have already guessed that my superiors are coming to inspect, I must try my best to perform better.

Primary school students all know that when school leaders come to listen to the class, they should actively raise their hands to answer the teacher's questions.

As for encountering Niu Shujian at the door, that was completely an accident... Alas, this person jumped out willingly to serve as a contrasting group, he was not a stooge hired by Yan Luoyue.

Holding Yan Luoyue's little hand, Ji Qinghong walked forward neither fast nor slow.

If you look at them from the back, this pair, one big and one small, both have long hair hanging down their backs, one white and one black, and they actually have a bit of harmony like father and daughter.

With the corners of his lips slightly raised, Ji Qinghong asked with interest: "They are all afraid of me, but aren't you afraid of me?"

The brothers of the Bao family were patted on the shoulders by Ji Qinghong a few times and were so frightened that they felt like they had seen a ghost.

The performance of these two people is not as good as that of this little turtle girl:

She walked side by side with Ji Qinghong for a while. Her palms were still warm and sweat-free. She placed them in his palms in a relaxed manner, with a natural posture.

Yan Luoyue smiled sheepishly and touched the ornament around her waist: "Well, this..."

At her waist, a very ugly straw hairbread that looked like an anus-less giraffe was swaying with Yan Luoyue's steps.

Then Ji Qinghong's voice became gentler and more peaceful, like a patch of soft white sand with sleeping birds on a spring day.

Just by listening to his voice, Yan Luoyue's mind was emptied for a moment, as if she had dissolved infinitely into the universe.

"No wonder Jiang Tingbai values ​​you. You are indeed a child who values ​​friendship and loyalty."

Ji Qinghong sighed softly, "Apart from you and his sword, I have never seen a third being who can wear the Pixiu he made."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Sorry, she wears Mr. Jiang’s Pixiu because the little pink flame likes Jiang Tingbai’s straw weaving very much and will crawl into it to play from time to time.

However, Yan Luoyue was still a little surprised: "You can actually tell that this is a Pixiu?"

Mr. Jiang would definitely be very touched if he knew that his work was finally recognized.

I don't know what made Ji Qinghong laugh.

A hint of teasing suddenly flashed across the pigeon's blood-red eyes.

Ji Qinghong said nonchalantly, "Sword cultivators are all poor, so if they really made something to pray for blessings, it must be either a golden toad or a Pixiu. The one you are wearing only has a tail, so it must be a Pixiu."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

That’s too much, boss. This is professional assault.

Just as Yan Luoyue cleared her throat and wanted to say a few good words for Mr. Jiang in a tactful way, a commemorative fifth-level badge with a faint golden glow was suddenly handed to her.

Yan Luoyue took it with both hands and thanked him softly.

"The highest certification level of the Silver Phoenix Building is level five. If you want to take a higher level exam, is there a similar place in the Qianlian Conference?"

"Does this bother you?"

Yan Luoyue shook her head: "Not really, I just want to know my approximate location."

Yunning Daze is a remote place after all. Yan Luoyue has stayed there for five years. The level of his weapon refining can be described in just four words: one-horse-dash dust-free.

To put it more bluntly, there is no one who can fight within a thousand miles.

But the world of immortal cultivation is so vast, and there are countless talented people.

Yan Luoyue certainly wouldn't rely on his old capital to think that he could look down upon all the heroes in the world.

Ji Qinghong pondered for a moment and made a judgment out of thin air.

"With your current abilities, you can probably be rated at level seven."

...Level 7?

Yan Luoyue seemed to be thinking about something, and nodded slowly: "I understand, thank you, Demon Lord."

It was not until he put the badge on his chest that Yan Luoyue suddenly realized: No, they haven’t reached the Shuiling Room where the badges are stored. Where did this badge come from?

As if he could read her thoughts from her expression, Ji Qinghong replied with a smile:

"Young people are lively and lovely. When an old man like me sees you, I can't help but want you to walk with me for a while."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

If even such a demon king with a bad taste can call himself "decrepit and gloomy", then the other powerful people in the world are probably so rotten that they can go straight into the coffin.

Ji Qinghong said gently: "Of course, I won't lend it to you for nothing if it takes up some of your time."

The two of them had been together for a while, and Yan Luoyue had become more relaxed than at the beginning.

She jokingly asked, "Does the Demon Lord want to teach me something again?"

"This... is not urgent."

Ji Qinghong smiled happily and spread his palms in front of Yan Luoyue.

In his flawless jade-like palm, there lay a gorgeous oracle like a peacock's tail feather, full of precious jewels and shining brightly.

Yan Luoyue took it with both hands, a little unsure: "...What is this?"

"An admission ticket means you have passed the assessment of this Thousand Refinements Conference."

Ji Qinghong said nonchalantly, "If you are interested, you can take the exam yourself in a few days. The order is anonymous and can be transferred. I remember that you have two friends who are going with you, right?"

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, it's useless for me to keep it." Ji Qinghong said casually, "My face is the admission ticket."

Compared with his previous attitude towards the Bao brothers, Ji Qinghong's treatment of Yan Luoyue was more than just tolerance, it was simply extraordinary appreciation.

Yan Luoyue touched the straw weaving around her waist again and felt that an answer was on the tip of her tongue.

She asked, "Are you...?"

Before the question was uttered, the white-haired man put his index finger on his lips and shook his head, making it clear that he did not want to talk about this topic yet.

He changed the question directly: "Do you still have the seizure ticket I gave you that day?"

Yan Luoyue quickly handed out the invitation to the Qianlian Conference from her sleeve.

"Yes. I used it to bring my friends in."

Ji Qinghong picked up the post and took a look.

He smiled with an ambiguous meaning and returned the invitation to Yan Luoyue intact.

"Since you took the initiative to show off your skills to lure me out, you can't let me down so easily. Seven days ago, I only expected you to do this. But now, since it's you, you should be able to do better."

"Unlock it, and I'll answer that question you wanted to ask."

The aftermath of the voice still lingered in the air, but Ji Qinghong's figure disappeared like smoke and mist.

Ji Qinghong's appearance and departure was like a peach blossom snow under the sun.

Peach blossoms are still flying in the spring breeze, but the snowflakes have long melted into a wisp of water vapor, only moistening the hearts of those around them.

If the command arrow was not still in Yan Luoyue's hand, indicating the authenticity of the information, the conversation just now would have seemed like a dream.

Yan Luoyue fell into deep thought over the invitation in her hand.

Judging from Ji Qinghong's implication, she only solved the first level of the problem left for her by this big guy?

…

Yan Luoyue returned to the inn and spent several days studying the puzzle that Ji Qinghong had set.

After studying day and night for several days, Yan Luoyue finally discovered that under the original first level of refining techniques, there was a second, deeper and more natural refining method hidden.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Seeing this method of testing one thing after another, she suspected that Ji Yaozun was playing a nesting game.

But now that he had discovered the solution to the problem, Yan Luoyue only had to keep trying and work his way back to the answer.

During this period, a disciple from Hongtong Palace came once and brought the "Soul-Destroying Fire" as a bet on behalf of the Bi brothers.

As for the Bao brothers...it is said that the two are recuperating at home.

Considering that there are countless elixirs and cures in the world of cultivation, they did not suffer any irreparable internal injuries.

Yan Luoyue fully suspected that these two people were recovering from the mental damage caused by Ji Qinghong.

In short, Yan Luoyue accepted this Soul-Destroying Fire without hesitation.

The fire of heaven and earth is priceless. Even a clue is worth a fortune.

The Butterfly family has been running Hongtong Palace for many years and is considered a powerful force within the sect.

As a true disciple of the palace and the next generation that his family values, Niu Shujian carefully selected this "Soul-Destroying Fire".

In other words... this exotic fire is more valuable than other exotic fires.

Yan Luoyue accepted the bet, estimated the approximate number of spirit stones in his mind, and was very satisfied with it.

It's like an elementary school student who just bought a new set of Monster Slayer and wants to share it with his classmates.

Yan Luoyue also showed her new toys to her two friends.

Ling Shuanghun is truly a knowledgeable historian.

He had even heard of this strange fire that had been passed down from generation to generation in Hongtong Palace.

"Soul-Destroying Fire is one of the most vicious fires in the universe. It can not only be used to refine magic weapons, but also to attack. It is said that the origin of the name of this fire is related to its attack effect."

Ling Shuanghun said solemnly, "After being attacked by it, the victims will be in a state of disarray and panic all day long. It will take one to three months of rest for the unstable mental state to recover..."

Yan Luoyue interrupted, "This symptom... sounds so much like Ji Qinghong's?"

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

Wu Manshuang had been sitting next to the two of them, with most of her body facing Yan Luoyue.

He held his chin with one hand and did not speak, but would nod in agreement when he heard something interesting.

Yan Luoyue poked Wu Manshuang's arm and said, "Manshuang, you've been a little quiet these past two days."

Wu Manshuang sat up straight with a start, obviously not expecting Yan Luoyue to ask this.

He knew that Yan Luoyue had been very busy these past two days, and almost all of her energy had been devoted to deciphering the invitation.

Unexpectedly, even at this time, she was still paying attention to his movements.

Suddenly, it was as if a ray of sunlight as bright as honey shone brightly into the dusty lobby.

The corners of Wu Manshuang's lips lifted unconsciously.

He answered with a briskness in his voice that he himself had not noticed: "I have been thinking about it these past few days..."

"What are you thinking about?"

Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun came forward and asked questions together.

Being stared at by the two of them like this, Wu Manshuang lowered her head slightly and smiled a little embarrassedly.

He pulled out a cage from under the table, and inside the cage was a ferocious, grinning rat.

Wu Manshuang took off her gloves and gently touched the back of the demon rat with a hollow reed tube.

After just a few seconds, all the fur on the demon rat's body stood up!

It was as if it had been force-fed several kilograms of medical alcohol. It banged its head against the wall in fear, and its sharp squeaking sounds continued to ring in our ears.

Wu Manshuang asked in a low voice with little confidence: "The soul-destroying fire you mentioned... is this probably the effect?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ling Shuanghun: “…”