MTL - Do You Know How to Capture a Villain?-Chapter 48 48%

On the day of the opening of the mountain, the gate of the Xuanyun Sect was still bustling, with many monks coming and going. The accident that happened in the medicine hall did not spread. After all, demons like mandrills are very common in the world of cultivating immortals. Only the mandrill that attacked Qiu Mingxue appeared The way is too coincidental.

Ji Qingzhuo stood on Shen Rongyu's snow burial sword. She looked at the majestic mountain gate of Xuanyunzong. It was already autumn, and the green trees on the two cliffs that formed the mountain gate had already been dyed red by autumn colors. , the eyes are warm red and yellow, showing the unique bright colors of autumn.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the cloud surrounding the mountain gate, which wraps the number one sect in the Yunze Region in a mysterious way.

Ji Qingzhuo was thinking about the magic weapon. She lowered her head to look at the Burying Snow Sword. The color of this sword is special, as white as a mirror, reflecting the bright light in the sunlight.

"Senior brother Xiaoyu, if I have a magic weapon, can I use it to fly like a burial snow?" Ji Qingzhuo asked suddenly.

Although the flywheel Yu Sukong gave her is also very useful, but the flywheel can't communicate with her, and it needs to re-inject mana when it runs out of energy.

"Your cultivation base is low and your magic power is low. If you travel with magic weapons, you won't be able to go very far." Shen Rongyu replied, "But if you want, of course you can, after all, one of the uses of portable magic weapons for flying instead of transportation."

When Ji Qingzhuo heard this, she began to look forward to it, because the coolest magic weapon she had seen in this world was Shen Rongyu's burial snow, so she began to look forward to owning a sword herself.

"If possible, can I buy a sword?" Ji Qingzhuo asked tentatively, "It's like Burying Snow."

"Do you like burying snow?" Shen Rongyu raised his eyebrows and asked, his tone contained a smile, as if Ji Qingzhuo's statement made him laugh.

—It was the first time he saw that someone could actually like the funeral snow.

"It's beautiful." Ji Qingzhuo gave a very simple reason.

"Do you know what material it is forged from?" Shen Rongyu said suddenly.

"I don't know." Ji Qingzhuo replied.

Shen Rongyu chuckled, and he didn't continue this topic. What he wants to show Ji Qingzhuo is a higher-level magic weapon, which can be used by a monk for a lifetime, but it is different from the middle-level magic weapon that disciples can get to at this stage, the high-level magic weapon is more special, because they only have high compatibility with monks It will resonate, not just pick one and use it.

"The magic weapon will also choose its owner, you may not be able to resonate with the sword." Shen Rongyu first vaccinated Ji Qingzhuo, telling her not to expect too much, thinking that she can really pick a sword.

With Ji Qingzhuo like this, she couldn't resonate with the sword at first glance. The sword is the most direct weapon in the world that can kill people. It is difficult for her to resonate with such a murderous magic weapon.

"Brother Xiaoyu means that I want to pick a magic weapon that is very similar to me?" Ji Qingzhuo understood Shen Rongyu's meaning.

That's right, Shen Rongyu is very similar to Zunxue, his white clothes are dust-free, ethereal like a banished fairy, Zunxue's sword is also free from dust, clear and white like a mirror.

"Yes." Shen Rongyu teased her, "So Zhuozhuo should pay attention to those magic weapons that look like wood."

It took Ji Qingzhuo a long time to realize that Shen Rongyu was saying that she was like a log.

Is she like wood? Ji Qingzhuo felt that he was somewhat more interesting than Mu Mu, after all Mu Mu couldn't speak.

In the market outside Xuanyunzong, there was only one place that sold high-level magic weapons, and Shen Rongyu actually brought Ji Qingzhuo into a blacksmith's shop.

The calcination furnace in the shop was burning hot, and the scorching flames licked the red sword body. The bearded blacksmith raised the hammer in his hand and hammered the sword in his hand again and again.

Seeing someone coming, he didn't stop his work, he just knocked on it.

Shen Rongyu didn't say anything, and just led Ji Qingzhuo to stand aside, waiting for him to finish forging the weapon.

Ji Qingzhuo listened to these rhythmic sounds, and her eyes fell on the sword in the blacksmith's hand. Just listening to the rhythm of forging a few times, and seeing the shape change of the sword embryo in his hand, she calculated success in her mind. The strength and number of strikes required to forge the sword.

Calculating these things is almost her instinct, and it can be regarded as her hobby.

But the blacksmith seemed to be a little tired after forging, and the frequency of hammering slowed down—before forging this sword, he had failed many times, and this time he himself did not know when he would be able to forge it well. .

For the number of times and strength of the forging, he has no overall estimate, and can only hope that the next forging will succeed, or fail, and directly smash the sword into pieces.

Every forging is a gamble for the blacksmith. Until the last time, he seemed to have lost his patience, or maybe he had failed too many times, so he raised his hand high and gathered enough strength, as if he was about to come One last hard hit.

Ji Qingzhuo thought that the blacksmith was confident, but she didn't expect that he was not sure every time, but she knew that, looking at the blacksmith's posture, according to the combined force formed by the tightness of his muscles and the arch of his body, this last strike It must be extremely heavy.

It was just the last blow. If the hammering was too hard this time, the sword on the forging platform would be broken. Ji Qingzhuo felt sorry for the material, so he opened his lips and took half a step forward, wanting to make a sound to stop it.

But she thought of something again, she just closed her mouth and backed away.

Shen Rongyu, who was standing beside her, noticed her small movements, and his hand hidden in his sleeve lightly touched the back of Ji Qingzhuo's hand.

"Too heavy or too light?" Shen Rongyu asked her in a low voice—he knew that Ji Qingzhuo had the answer, but she didn't dare to say it, she was always so cautious.

"Five points more." Ji Qingzhuo gave a very accurate statistic.

"Boss Yang, your strength is five points stronger." Shen Rongyu conveyed Ji Qingzhuo's meaning to the owner of the blacksmith shop.

Hearing Shen Rongyu's words, Boss Yang's originally accumulated strength instantly relaxed.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, it's you." Only then did he realize that someone had come, and the hammer for forging the sword in his hand was still hesitant to drop, "But how could it be five points heavier? Before, it was not strong enough..."

"Just trust me." Shen Rongyu said to him, "If it fails, I will buy this sword embryo."

"You have that miraculous sword, how could you take a fancy to my entertainment work?" Boss Yang smiled, but he still reduced the strength by five points according to Shen Rongyu's prompt.

After the last forging, the sword embryo made a clanging sound, and he quickly immersed the sword in the prepared water, only to hear a "chih-", white steam rose up, and it was a success.

"This..." Boss Yang couldn't believe it, he turned his head to look at Shen Rongyu, only to find that he brought a companion with him.

Ji Qingzhuo looked at him. Boss Yang had a full beard and couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were indeed very sharp. She only glanced at his eyes, then lowered her head to avoid the other party's scrutiny.

"I also brought a little girl. When you first entered the school, you were as young as her, right?" Boss Yang teased, "Many years ago, in Xuanyunzong, I asked you to sell swords, but you refused to follow. It's also interesting. But after all these years, you actually know that I opened a shop here for the elderly."

In fact, Shen Rongyu didn't know it, but when he accompanied Ji Qingzhuo to the market that day, he didn't know the way, so he took advantage of Ji Qingzhuo's clothes fitting to take a look at the structure of the entire market, and only then did he discover Boss Yang's identity. shop.

He nodded and said: "I saw it when I came to the market last time, so I wanted to come here to find a magic weapon."

"You have the Burial Snow Sword, what other magic weapon do you need?" Boss Yang successfully forged the sword in his hand, and he was in a good mood, and started talking with Shen Rongyu.

"It's not me." Shen Rongyu said softly.

Ji Qingzhuo felt that Boss Yang's probing eyes fell on her, she pursed her lips, and only lowered her head, not daring to raise it.

"She's only at the sixth level of Qi refining..." Boss Yang couldn't believe it, "Didn't the Xuanyun sect buy middle-level magic weapons for its disciples? My one...she doesn't have it now—" It's necessary.

Shen Rongyu interrupted him: "The magic weapon he passed on to her from Master himself is not very convenient."

"It's been more than a year since I started, and I'm still only at the sixth level of Qi refining, and I'm still a direct disciple?" Boss Yang felt that he couldn't understand Xuanyunzong at all.

"Yes." Shen Rongyu reminded him, "She only brought two thousand middle-grade spirit stones."

"This—" I can't even afford the box for the magic weapon here. Boss Yang only uttered one word before being interrupted by Shen Rongyu's sharp eyes.

Seeing that Ji Qingzhuo was still looking down at her own toes and not paying attention to him, Shen Rongyu shook his head silently at Boss Yang. There was an alienated smile on the corner of his lips, but he accurately conveyed his meaning.

"These spirit stones are enough to buy, two of them are enough." Boss Yang changed his words immediately, he knew that Shen Rongyu was rich, so he would naturally not let go of any opportunity to do business.

"Zhuo Zhuo, let's go and have a look." Shen Rongyu called Ji Qingzhuo after finishing the negotiation.

Ji Qingzhuo turned his head and glanced at the sword brought back from the water by Boss Yang. After being forged, the sword has its own brilliance. It is a good thing that the material of the sword has not been destroyed.

"Shen Daoyou, when did you have the ability to forge swords? It was your last reminder that I forged that sword." Boss Yang led them into the interior of the shop and asked as they walked.

Shen Rongyu replied slowly: "Some people don't want the material of the sword to be wasted."

"Huh?" Boss Yang didn't hear Shen Rongyu's implication, but he just mentioned it casually. It's not surprising that this ability is displayed in Shen Rongyu. If Ji Qingzhuo reminded him, he would have to explore it carefully.

They stepped into the interior of the blacksmith's shop together, only to find that there is a cave inside, across the corridor in the yard, there is a bamboo forest, the autumn wind blows, and the bamboo leaves rustle.

Located at the end of the bamboo grove is a wooden house. Boss Yang opened the door, and the inside is filled with all kinds of magic weapons in different shapes. If the magic weapons are gathered together, if there is no way to isolate their breath, it will affect the lives of other monks nearby.

"What magic weapon does this girl need?" Boss Yang thought while rubbing his chin.

Ji Qingzhuo listened to what he said. In fact, she herself didn't know what kind of magic weapon she wanted. After all, she even practiced to rush the ducks to the shelves, and she didn't have a clear goal of cultivation.

"What does Zhuo Zhuo like?" Shen Rongyu lowered her body slightly and asked her.

Ji Qingzhuo thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the Snow Burial Sword at his waist. So far, the most powerful magic weapon she has ever seen is the Snow Burial Sword.

So she said, "Sword."

Shen Rongyu: "..." I remember that the jade pendant you carved with your own hands last time seemed to want me to hang it on the sword, right?

He was silent for a moment, and before he could speak, Boss Yang who was at the side had already said, "Little girl, the sword's killing spirit is too strong, it's not suitable for you."

"How about this?" He took a treasure box from the shelf, opened it, and the surging water-attribute aura escaped.

This is a royal blue mirror, dominated by soft water aura.

"Seeing that you still have a small mirror hanging around your neck, maybe this precious mirror is suitable for you." Boss Yang said.

Ji Qingzhuo thanked her, and took the precious mirror over. She didn't know how to use it, so she held it carefully, for fear that it would fall to the ground.

"Just use your mana to communicate with it." Boss Yang reminded.

Ji Qingzhuo released his mana, trying to resonate with it, but the mirror didn't respond, it didn't seem to accept her breath.

"Change to another one." Boss Yang brought back the mirror, "It's because it has eyes but no pearls."

In the face of big customers, he can always flatter everything silently.

When Boss Yang went to pick out other magic weapons for her, Shen Rongyu shook her wrist, and the magic power she had just consumed was replenished.

Boss Yang searched in a pile of treasure boxes. His lifelong hobby is collecting magic weapons and forging swords. This small wooden house is his small treasure house, but facing a monk like Ji Qingzhuo, it is difficult for him to find out what is compatible with her. High magic weapon.

Such a beautiful little girl is standing here, but she feels isolated from the outside world, as if nothing can break through the barriers around her.

Where Bao Jing rejected her, it was because she had no intention of communicating with Bao Jing from the beginning.

When Boss Yang saw such a monk for the first time, he first asked Ji Qingzhuo, "Little girl, let me take out a few pieces, and you can choose by yourself."

He opened many treasure boxes in front of Ji Qingzhuo, in which lay rattan whips, spirit rings, orbs and other kinds of magic weapons.

Ji Qingzhuo heard Shen Rongyu's previous instruction - "Zhuozhuo must pay attention to those magic weapons that look like wood", so she really chose the wooden rattan whip.

"I'll try that rattan whip." Ji Qingzhuo listened to Shen Rongyu's words and chose this one.

Of course Shen Rongyu knew that she chose this because of his teasing words just now, asking her to choose wood, she really chose a wood, she is really a wood.

The rattan whip was sent to Ji Qingzhuo. Even though Ji Qingzhuo tried hard to sense it, her mana and the breath of the rattan whip were like two parallel lines that never intersected, and there was no resonance at all.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyu lied to me." Ji Qingzhuo handed the rattan whip back to Boss Yang and whispered.

At this moment, Shen Rongyu suddenly felt an inexplicable guilt - he obviously had no conscience.

"What about this?" He picked up the moon-white orb, put it in her palm, and said in a gentle voice, as if trying to cover up something.

Ji Qingzhuo continued to sense, of course, still the same, she ignored the magic weapon, and the magic weapon ignored her.

"How could this be?" After trying almost all the magic weapons in the cabin, Boss Yang's tone was unbelievable.

"Theoretically speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the harder it is for a monk to match the magic weapon. Your cultivation level should resonate well with the magic weapon." Boss Yang stared at Ji Qingzhuo, with probing and doubtful eyes.

Ji Qingzhuo turned around and hid behind Shen Rongyu.

"Since you don't have it here, you can only look elsewhere." Shen Rongyu said helplessly.

He knew he was speaking out of politeness, because there was no other shop selling high-level magic weapons around here.

"That's the only way to go. It's a pity that I didn't make money from you." Boss Yang said helplessly.

Shen Rongyu remembered that Ji Qingzhuo took a second look at the new sword that Boss Yang had just forged. That sword was nothing but ordinary, not very good, after all, it was just Boss Yang's game.

But Ji Qingzhuo said that she likes swords.

So he asked: "The sword on the forging platform just now, can I take it away?"

"One thousand middle-grade spirit stones." Boss Yang said a number, and compared Shen Rongyu with "ten" in a place Ji Qingzhuo couldn't see, which meant that the price should be multiplied by ten times.

"Okay." Ji Qingzhuo also liked the sword, so she, as the payer, immediately agreed.

After the sword was polished, it was very beautiful. The slender sword body reflected a faint pink light. Ji Qingzhuo stroked the sword body, liking it very much.

"Little girl, this sword is only ordinary, it can only be used for fun, if you want other magic weapons, you have to look again." Boss Yang handed the sword box to Ji Qingzhuo.

"Everything is fine." Ji Qingzhuo nodded, she really likes the little pink sword, and it is cuter than Shen Rongyu's Burial Snow.

And she knows that this sword exists because of her.

"This sword doesn't have a name yet, so I troubled the girl to get it herself." Boss Yang confessed, waving goodbye to them.

After Ji Qingzhuo and Shen Rongyu left here, she thought that Shen Rongyu was going to take her to see other magic weapons, but Shen Rongyu took her back to Xuanyunzong.

"The only one in the market has high-level magic weapons." Shen Rongyu explained on the way back.

He didn't understand why Ji Qingzhuo couldn't resonate with any magic weapon, he looked down at Ji Qingzhuo, she was playing with the little pink sword in her hand - this sword hadn't been sharpened yet, and couldn't even kill the enemy.

What kind of magic weapon can she resonate with...?

Shen Rongyu looked at her for a long time, then suddenly realized.

He opened his lips and called out, "Zhuo Zhuo."

"Huh?" Ji Qingzhuo answered him immediately, she stood up straight, waiting for Shen Rongyu's next words.

Shen Rongyu took out something out of nowhere, and he put it in Ji Qingzhuo's hand.

"Zhuozhuo, it seems that I can only use this for you." Shen Rongyu's voice was calm, and he took her to land on Baishui Island, "Try this magic weapon."

Ji Qingzhuo didn't expect Shen Rongyu to take out a magic weapon by herself, she looked down at the thing he put in her hand.

The red light is bright and the precious light is shining. This is an umbrella.