According to ancient customs, when a sword is hung on the wall, if the seven stars face outwards, it represents warding off evil spirits; if the seven stars face inwards, it represents protecting the house.
The sword in front of us is particularly special. Its seven-star pattern is cleverly integrated inside and out, combining the dual meanings of warding off evil and protecting the home.
Liu Feng focused his gaze and saw a hazy and mysterious light slowly emanating from the sword.
This clear light is tangible yet intangible, seemingly there yet not there, like the halo around the edge of the sun.
Clearly, this is at least a magical artifact.
However, as for its exact level, Liu Feng had no prior experience with such magical artifacts, so he naturally found it difficult to make an accurate judgment.
He was so fond of the sword that he carefully sheathed it.
The document beneath the sword was a property certificate for Qingfeng Temple, clearly bearing Liu Feng's name, indicating that the property had already been transferred to Liu Feng's name.
At the bottom of the wooden box was a letter.
After Liu Feng unfolded and examined the items, he stroked them for a long time. These relics were not only a precious legacy, but also a testament to his master's love and expectations for him.
The letter also explained the origin of the sword, which was obtained from the back mountain of Qingfeng Temple.
This place might not be so simple. Liu Feng plans to explore the back mountain thoroughly in a few days to see if he can find anything else.
This "Seven Star Sword" is a rare treasure. To commemorate his master, Liu Feng renamed it the "Qingfeng Sword".
After his master passed away, Liu Feng lived alone at Qingfeng Temple. Although he was in a secluded place, he was not afraid, but he often missed his family.
On a moonlit night with few stars, Liu Feng placed the Qingfeng Sword across his knees and sat in meditation.
The moonlight shone on him, illuminating the entire temple. A gentle breeze caressed his face, as if his master's spirit still lingered around him.
Liu Feng closed his eyes and focused on meditation, gradually calming his mind.
After breaking through to the Qi Refining stage, he possessed divine sense, and within a radius of three zhang, he could see the finest hairs and hear the sound of a pin drop.
The awakening of his divine consciousness made Liu Feng more confident. He knew that he had embarked on the path of cultivation and was no longer an ordinary person.
This time, Liu Feng used his divine sense to probe the treasure gourd in his ancestral aperture. Unexpectedly, his divine sense actually penetrated the inside of the treasure gourd.
He was surprised to find that the interior space was about a hundred square meters in size and presented a gray and gloomy scene.
A cloud of mist floated in the air above, while the ground and the surrounding area appeared to be made of a kind of stone.
Liu Feng couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Could this be a legendary spatial magic treasure? Could it have storage capabilities?"
Immediately, a thought struck him, and he silently uttered, "Collect!" In an instant, the Qingfeng Sword vanished and reappeared inside the treasure gourd in his ancestral aperture.
At this moment, Liu Feng was extremely excited; he had finally mastered a divine skill.
They would put the items into their gourd space one minute and take them out the next, having a great time.
After playing for a while, he began to busily organize some items in the Taoist temple, intending to put them into the magic gourd and take them home.
Liucun Village, located far away in Xianshan County, Central China.
He Qunfang was returning home with her two children after cutting pig feed.
Inside the pigpen, two large black pigs rushed to the front of the pen upon hearing the noise, grunting and squealing, and eagerly rooting around, clearly starving.
Seeing this, He Qunfang instructed Liu Yue to take a basket of pig feed to feed the pigs, while she turned and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Liu Yue deftly poured the pig feed into the trough, then ran back to the kitchen and excitedly told He Qunfang, "Mom, the pig feed is in the trough, and the big black pigs are scrambling to eat it!"
"Moon, these next two days are your weekend, so take the youngest son to gather more pig feed to take home and feed the pigs. When we slaughter the pigs for the New Year, we'll save more meat for ourselves!"
Liu Yue pouted, somewhat disbelievingly saying, "Mom, are you telling the truth? You're not lying to us about cutting pig feed, are you? And then you'll sell them all when they grow up!"
He Qunfang smiled gently and explained, "Why would your mother lie to you? The extra money from selling pork in the past was all used to pay for your and your youngest son's tuition. This year, your mother promises to keep more pork so that when your second brother comes back next year, our family can cook more pork together."
Hearing this, Liu Yue asked curiously, "Mom, I don't even remember what my second brother looks like. Is he alright?"
He Qunfang pondered for a moment, then sighed and said, "It's alright! Lately, I've been having a lot of dreams about your second brother. Although I don't know what he looks like now, I always feel that he should be better looking than you."
Liu Yue pouted, somewhat disbelievingly saying, "I don't believe it!"
The mother and daughter chatted about everyday things, occasionally exchanging a few words, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.
Although He Qunfang has a strong personality, she is relatively gentle and patient with children.
Unlike other village women who discipline their children by yelling, scolding, or beating them, she did not do so with other methods.
"Moon, where's the youngest?" He Qunfang asked.
“He’s playing marbles with Xiaoguang and the others at the door,” Liu Yue replied, then immediately stood up. “I’ll go call Laoyao home for dinner.”
With that, she ran out the door.
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At Qingfeng Temple, the winter sun shines through the window lattices, casting dappled patterns on the tranquil tea room.
Liu Feng sat at the tea table, a stack of documents piled in front of him. His expression seemed calm, but deep inside, his emotions were like a stampede of horses and a turbulent sea.
Sitting opposite me was a sprightly old man, dressed impeccably, with his hair and shoes meticulously groomed, resembling a seasoned schoolteacher.
He smiled, as if what was on the table was not a property transfer document worth millions, but just an ordinary manuscript.
"Uncle Zhang, what's going on?" Seeing so much wealth, even with his status as a reborn person, Liu Feng was a little excited.
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