"Are you calling me or him?" Ji Mofan felt a little awkward listening to it.
Although for Xihe, who is over a hundred years old, he and Gegen are both little kids.
However, since this is his apprentice, treating him like an equal and using the same title, which carries a slightly frivolous connotation, is really uncomfortable.
But Xihe seemed to have misunderstood him, raising an eyebrow and looking over with interest. "What? Are you jealous? Don't want to use the same form of address as someone else?"
Ji Mofan looked completely bewildered by his logic.
Xihe seemed quite satisfied with her deduction. "I know, you want a special nickname, right? Let me think... how about Little Jimo? Or Little Fan?"
"...It's not as good as the one from before," Ji Mofan commented.
His surname sounds rather unpleasant, and Xiao Fan is a name that Shen Yun often uses. He doesn't want to think of Shen Yun every time he is called by someone in the future.
It wasn't a pleasant memory.
So who exactly gave him his name?
Xihe had no idea what Jimo Fan was worried about; he had already carefree provided several more nickname options.
“Call me Little Sword Cultivator? No, no, you can also refine pills... We can’t call you Little Sword and Pill Cultivator, that’s too long.”
"Calling you 'Little Cold-Hearted'? You know, that's actually quite fitting. Ever since we met, you haven't given me a very kind look."
"Or... Xiao Lan, do you like it? Every day you wear nothing but blue, it's like this color is nailed to your body."
Ji Mo Fan's head was spinning.
Putting everything else aside, he likes to wear blue simply because he's gotten used to wearing that light blue disciple's robe from before. So much so that now, every time he goes into a clothing store, his eyes are subconsciously drawn to the blue color scheme. After looking around, he feels that this is the only color that suits his eye, which is why his wardrobe is full of only one color.
What? It's nailed down.
"I'll take the last one." After randomly choosing a name for himself, Ji Mofan stopped talking nonsense with Xi He and walked past him.
"I'm taking my apprentice back to rest now. You can do as you please."
"Wait a minute, isn't that a bit off?" Xihe rested her chin on her hand and called him back thoughtfully.
Ji Mofan tilted his head, puzzled. "Is there anything else?"
“You never used to use such literary words. You used to say things like ‘Go play by yourself.’” Xihe imitated Jimo Fan’s tone in a serious manner.
Jimo Fan: ?
"Go play." Although the request was strange, it wasn't difficult to fulfill, and Ji Mofan generously gave him the three words "Ah."
Xihe departed satisfied.
Ji Mo Fan had no idea what he was satisfied with.
He reached out and straightened the flower wreath on Ge Gen's head, then wielded the Snow Embracing Sword and led him back to the flying vehicle to rest.
Ge Gen wasn't seriously injured; the lightning only struck his skin. He'll recover after a few meditation sessions once he wakes up. Right now, he's just exhausted and has fallen asleep.
Ji Mofan put him on the couch, let him lie down and rest, and then helped Ge Gen adjust the flower wreath on his head.
I wonder if Xihe figured out that his logic for collecting things is that he only takes what is useful to him. This time, the wreath was not only made of wildflowers and weeds, but also had a spirit dew vine woven into it after the parts were disassembled and reassembled.
Unlike the Rejuvenating Pill, which quickly restores one's spiritual power in a short period of time, kudzu root has a slow, nourishing, calming, and calming effect, making it perfect for the current situation.
After confirming that Ge Gen was in good condition and would recover after a few hours of sleep, Ji Mofan left his room.
He wandered around the corridor for a bit, then knocked on another door.
"What are you doing..." Shuanghuang ran out with a reluctant expression.
He was still holding a small piece of meteorite ore in his arms, as if to comfort himself after handling the bitter medicinal herbs, so he was absorbing some refining materials to make up for it.
Although he himself was a product of weapon crafting, he had never been contracted with a contract. Ji Mofan always treated him as a person, so when preparing the flying magic weapon, he also gave him a separate room.
"I need to talk to you," Ji Mofan said. "If you saw a weapon crafted by Master Lu Tong right now, would you be confident you could recognize it at a glance?"
"Are you kidding? How could I not recognize something that comes from the same source?" Shuanghuang patted his chest. "I guarantee I'll give you the answer in a second."
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"This does not belong to the master," Shuanghuang said firmly, looking at the puppet before him.
Ji Mofan's eyes dimmed slightly.
Having heard the alchemist's certainty in the Demon Realm and indeed feeling a formidable aura during their battle, Ji Mo Fan sought out Shuang Huang to ask Sheng Xi this question.
Unexpectedly, it was wrong from the very beginning.
Shuanghuang picked up the little puppet's hand, rolled up its sleeve, and then pulled open his own collar to show the emblem engraved on his collarbone.
“You see, the master’s habit is to leave his seal here after the casting is completed,” he said. “Hands and feet, which are easily damaged and need to be replaced, are simply not suitable for engraving one’s mark. What if someone replaces them?”
"Although the person who created this puppet was very skilled, he was not my master. It must be a replica made in later times to deceive people."
"However, it is indeed so realistic that it can be mistaken for the real thing. If one is not very familiar with the master's weapon-forging habits, one should not be able to tell the difference."
Hearing him speak with such certainty, Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.
After all, he was still very curious about this Master Lu. If he could find more information about his crafted artifacts and learn more about him, he might be able to figure out why he, like him, had the ability to communicate with crafted artifacts.
Sheng Xi didn't show much emotion in response to Shuang Huang's words.
This puppet had been with him since birth; it was the protector his family had chosen for him while he was alive, and it had never left him in the more than twenty years of his life.
He didn't care whether his puppets were made by famous artists; he only cared that the same little puppets were still by his side.
The reason he was willing to show it to Ji Mofan was because Ji Mofan had helped in finding the puppet. Although he was usually ruthless in his words, he was reasonable in his actions.
"By the way, there's something else I want to ask you." Ji Mofan then turned to Sheng Xi, "Why did you go to the Demon Realm to find your puppet in the first place?"
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