The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

There was a bit of disappointment in his brows and eyes, his gray-purple hair was soft, but he looked at him again soon.

Seeing that he didn't deny it, Qi Chen gently closed the scroll in his hand, his gaze was slightly on his earrings, and he stared at his dark red eyes, "The benefactor has been following me, why?"

Fu Luo stared at him, this time he was straightforward and strict, "I want to see if there is a birthmark on Master's left forearm."

This monk usually covered his clothes tightly, and it was extremely difficult to see his arms. I don't know if he would accept his unreasonable request.

Unexpectedly, Qi Chen only glanced at him, without saying a word, but lifted up his snow-white sleeves, revealing his forearm with fair complexion and clear texture.

Shown back and forth.

Nothing on it.

As if struck by lightning, Fuzhuo froze in place, the loss and pain in his eyes pulled and entangled like silk threads, as if he wanted to tear him in half.

Qichen was always watching him calmly.

After a long time, Fuzhuo stood up, stumbled accidentally, and wanted to reach out to help him, but unexpectedly, the other party quickly stood still, pushed his hand away, lowered his head, bent over and cupped his hands, hiding under the long eyelashes His eye sockets were stained a little red.

It took a long time before he said: "I am deeply sorry for disturbing Master during this time."

He turned around, stopped looking at the face that was exactly the same as the person in his memory, and disappeared in front of Qi Chen in the blink of an eye.

Qichen looked at the direction he was leaving, sat for a long time, then stretched out his right hand and put it on the left side of the heart.

**
At night, the people on the street gradually faded away, the lanterns were covered with foggy light, and Fu Luo, who was drunk, was thrown out by the owner of the restaurant.

"Who is this? Come here to drink without money! Bad luck!"

After saying "touch", he closed the door.

The boss looked at the pile of empty wine jars on the table, and regretted that his intestines were green.

Looking at the rich clothes, I didn't expect to be a pauper, and I lost my life.

Floating slender fingers held the narrow mouth of the jug, and the red string tied around the neck made his fingers very beautiful. He drank while walking, feeling at a loss, not knowing where he was going.

Thousands of years have passed, and the sea has changed, how could it be possible to find that person again?

Just relying on an illusory birthmark?

Fuzhuo, you are delusional.

It is not certain whether he has been reincarnated or not.

You are really stupid to mistake the monk for an old friend.

The staggering appearance made the pedestrians who passed by in a hurry stay away from him. They didn't understand why this noble young man had such an appearance.

**
Inside Danluo Tower.

It took Ranling 36 days to finish building the weapon, and his face was slightly tired.

The scorching white light jumped out of the furnace and was trapped in Ran Ling's palm. She observed for a moment with satisfaction, stood up, waved her hand, and the door of the secret room was suddenly withdrawn to both sides.

Outside, Xie Heng was dressed in black, with a tall body, waiting quietly. Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes to look at her, and the light in his eyes suddenly softened.

Ran Ling walked over lightly with his hands behind his back and his boots, "Have you made it?"

"En." Xie Heng waved his hand, and six weapons slowly appeared in front of his eyes, their brilliance flowing, their vigor restrained, faintly reflecting an unusual aura.

Its value is not inferior to the double blade that Ran Ling refined for Cheng Yu.

Ranling was shocked. Her Little Phoenix was really hiding something. Although these weapons were not top-notch, they were also the most respected by monks. Some refining weapons might not be able to be produced by everyone.

Xie Heng waved his hand to put away the things, he didn't pay much attention to it, but his eyes were lightly on the hand behind Ran Ling, and there were bits and pieces of light in his eyes.

Sensing his gaze, Ranling took out the things without ink marks and showed them in front of him.

A small, red bead.

Xie Heng was a little surprised, but didn't say anything, just looked at the bead with his eyes, and his eyes gradually became strange.

He felt that the beads were not solid, but liquid like water, which contained the power of a fairy and a strange power.

Its power should be at the same level as the white ribbon of Ranling.

The red lips of the dyeing spirit were drawn up, and in his sight, the bead was activated, and the red bead gradually melted, turning into a mass of transparent liquid, which seemed to be alive, continuously flowing and climbing, covering the dyeing spirit in the blink of an eye His hand evolved into a sword within the palm of his hand!

The blade of the sword hummed, it was dazzling, and it was unparalleled in sharpness!

Its power is not that of Lin Yunqiu's sword at all, but it is on par!
One is a spirit weapon, and the other is a fairy weapon!
But this is just the beginning, under Ran Ling's thoughts, the sword turned into a knife, the arc of the knife was perfect, drawing out the cold killing intent.

The knife became a bow and a whip respectively...

Ranling stopped after a few demonstrations, took off the bodhi blood chain on Xie Heng's wrist, and put the red bead on it without any sense of disobedience.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that such a bracelet actually hides a huge danger.

Then put it back on Xie Heng's wrist. The bracelet is very long and can be easily wrapped around his wrist twice.

Ran Ling looked at him, "How about it, do you like it?"

Flexible enough and stealthy enough.

Xie Heng didn't look at the bead, but fixed his eyes on Ran Ling's face, his face was flat, but his eyes were hot, and he hummed when he met those bright eyes that implied expectation.

She may not know how violent his heartbeat is at the moment.

Can't control, can only sink.

Ran Ling raised his eyebrows, suppressed the joy overflowing from his heart, and walked around him, smiling sweetly, but with a bad expression, "How about the reward?"

Xie Heng was startled, and the tips of her snow-white ears turned red, "What do you want?"

"What do I want, you don't know?"

Ran Ling hooked his bracelet and brought him in front of her. When she was about to strike, the top golden bell hanging on her waist suddenly rang. She looked down and was a little dissatisfied, "What is this guy doing again? "

Xie Heng: "What's wrong?"

"I was worried that that kid Fuzhuo had slipped away, so I specially left a mark on him. He is now..." Ran Ling felt it carefully, and his complexion suddenly became weird, and he showed the picture sent back to Xie Heng look.

Xie Heng pondered for a moment, "His personality...should not be like this, probably something happened, you are busy with your own business, I will go and have a look."

Dying Ling nodded.

The guy didn't know what happened, he looked slumped.

But what surprised her was that Xiao Fenghuang had always been withdrawn, and had always been alienated from others except himself, but today he took the initiative to pick up people...

But she has always been generous.

"Go."

**
When Xie Heng found Fuzhuo, he found that the noble young man was hiding on the bank and crying secretly. In front of him was a small river with various lanterns, and next to it were rows of willow trees with swaying branches growing along the bank. On the ground is an overturned wine jar.

Xie Heng: "..."

Just when he was hesitating whether to "let him be quiet", the other party's spiritual consciousness was extremely sensitive even when he was drunk, and his side eyes locked on him extremely accurately.