Beautiful senior sister, peaceful cultivation world

Chapter 70 Gift
This time Wei Wenxin learned his lesson.

After refining the magic weapon, I explained in detail to the couple how to use it and the precautions to take, and then planned to let them use it themselves.

This way, no matter what comes out, it has nothing to do with her.

When high-level monks raise children, especially girls, they must have countless clothes and jewelry, and they are all very good magic weapons.

This is how she grew up, so she has a lot to say about this.

Worried that there were too many things and they would not have enough, and seeing that the two of them had prepared more materials, Wei Wenxin performed beyond his normal level and made three residual soul extractors for them using the materials.

Daojun Hualuo was very touched and quietly stuffed a bunch of things into the storage bag containing his reward.

Small and cute jewelry was placed on a table in the pavilion, and various precious clothes were packed in boxes, which were piled up into a small mountain. Hualuo Daojun took the magic weapon that had just been refined, and he was very grateful in his words:

"Wei Xiaoyou came up with this 'Reminiscing the Old Years', which is really important for families like us who have lost their only child. I haven't had a full night's sleep for a long time since Lingxi passed away. Every time I close my eyes, I dream of her crying and shouting "Mom, save me", but I can't do anything. I really want to say a few words to her, even just one sentence!"

As she spoke, her eyes became red.

Wei Wenxin was a little at a loss, not knowing how to deal with such emotions.

Before she could utter "My condolences" again, the couple packed up their things and impatiently went into the empty house to give it a try.

It would take a long time just to pick out the ones their daughter liked and used the most from so many things, and they didn't want to waste even a moment.

Wei Wenxin suddenly remembered a little gadget he had made before and quickly took it out.

"Two seniors, I have something here. If you see your daughter's memory later, you might as well record it. When you use your spiritual sense in the future, you can project those images again. It's at least a thought."

This is a modified jade slip.

Wei Wenxin had a sudden idea one day. Seeing that jade slips could be used to record martial arts techniques and diagrams, he wondered if they could be modified to record dynamic things?

With an idea in mind, she was quick to act and soon figured out a solution, which was to speed up the imaging process and project continuous images in sequence. As long as it was fast enough, it would look like a real person moving.

When she made the thing, her fellow sisters and brothers were very excited for a while at first and scrambled to play with it every day. But later they got tired of it and gave it back.

Wei Wenxin also felt it was useless, so she just left it in a corner to collect dust.

This is because immortal cultivators have excellent memories, and even if something happened thousands of years ago, they can remember every detail as long as they are willing. There is really no need for anyone to record their lives.

If it weren't for her residual soul extractor that could summon residual souls and have simple conversations with living people, Hua Yan and his wife wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to ask her for help.

Another thing is that this thing is difficult to make and expensive. Every time a new record is made, the previous record will be overwritten.

The recording time is also very short, only a few breaths' worth of time. When using it, you need to be in a quiet environment and hold it steadily.

It's really useless.

But it is useful sometimes.

Wei Wenxin was also very frank and told the couple about the defects and precautions for use.

Hualuo Daojun took it gratefully, said thank you, and went into the house impatiently.

Taoist Yan Hui's eyes were fixed on the residual soul extractor, with no intention of paying attention to anything else.

Even though Wei Wenxin had never been a mother, she could empathize with their strong feelings.

It was not until the two of them entered the house and opened the anti-peeping array that Wei Wenxin looked at her master sideways: "Huh? Reminiscing about the old days? What kind of sour name is this? Isn't the name I came up with good?"

Taoist Qingyuan took out a cushion and sat down, without saying a word, but the disdain in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

Wei Wenxin also knew that she seemed a little weird in the eyes of the world, so she didn't argue with him. She didn't care much about these little things anyway.

"Master, more and more people are gathering in the city. If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid more and more people will come looking for me. Anyway, I've finished my business here, so I'm going to go and gain experience first."

If it weren't for the matter between these two people, she would have walked for days and would not have squeezed in the crowd at all.

Taoist Qing Yuan knew that she agreed to this matter because he was soft-hearted for a moment, so he did not keep her. He nodded, reminded her of some precautions when going out, and gave her some self-defense items before letting her leave.

Previously, the master abandoned a person in the middle of a fight without even doing any preparation, and let her go to gain experience. Taoist Qingyuan has always been dissatisfied with this.

This way, I can worry less. "When the two seniors come out, remember to take back the used residual soul extractor! If it gets out and causes bad karma, it will be troublesome."

This matter had already been discussed with the two Taoist Lords. Wasn't this the reason why he was waiting here?
Taoist Qingyuan was quite aloof. He said "hmm" and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Wei Wenxin knew that he had agreed, so she didn't hesitate and simply held on to the railing beside the pavilion and jumped out nimbly.

This is just an ordinary inn. It doesn't have a high-level formation like the Shiweixian. The scenery in the garden is not that good, but it wins because of its natural beauty.

It snowed heavily again last night, and the snow was even up to the knees.

Wei Wenxin walked close to the snow, her skirt raised a bunch of snow particles that hit her boots, making her feel inexplicably happy.

It was already dark and it was dinner time. There was a large fire pit in the lobby of the inn where people were barbecuing.

I don’t know what was being roasted, but it was sizzling and smelled really good.

Because it is close to the city gate and the city is crowded with monks recently, there are a lot of people dining in the lobby at this time.

Various aromas wafted over the air.

Wei Wenxin didn't want to eat, but was craving for wine, so he turned around and went to the wooden counter.

In the past two years, she first got a large sum of money from the Nanhai Sect, then got most of Qiu Tianlu's wealth, and then took a bulging storage bag from Hualuo Zhenjun. Now she is so rich that she almost shakes when she walks!
He didn't even take the few jugs of wine seriously and asked for the best fairy wine in the store, Hanshanxue.

Although this is the best wine in the store, it is also very cheap for high-level monks. Customers often come and buy jars of it, but she only needs a few pots. It is really inconspicuous.

Behind the counter, the boss was very busy. He lifted the towel around his neck to wipe his sweat, spinning back and forth like a top, and soon handed out the wine.

There were people behind him urging him to go, so Wei Wenxin took the wine, threw down the spirit stone, and squeezed out of the crowd in two seconds.

When she stopped and looked up, she saw the wine flag waving, but she accidentally retreated to the door of the store.

I have heard of Hanshanxue a long time ago, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to drink it. I didn't expect that it was a private brew passed down from generation to generation in a small inn in such a small town.

After getting it, Wei Wenxin was itching to try it, so he just stood there and opened a pot.

Sure enough.

It tastes icy cold at first, but feels like burning fire when it enters the throat. Then, when it enters the stomach, you feel warm all over. The taste is amazing.

The snow started falling again.

At first it was light and just snowflakes, but soon it turned into goose feathers.

A cool and subtle fragrance slowly spreads in this snowy night.

It is the scent of plum blossoms.

Wei Wenxin likes it very much.

The ascension of Daoist Master Jiuding led to the advancement of the spiritual veins in this area. The spiritual energy in the city became only slightly thicker, but it still attracted countless independent cultivators to flock here.

For them, this tiny difference may be the key to whether they can advance over time.

Wei Wenxin had never had to worry about such things, and had never felt such eagerness.

She was wearing a moon-white long dress and walked coldly through one street after another.

After she finished a pot of wine, a tavern appeared in front of her.

The window paper was very thin. The light was on in the room. A soft silhouette fell on the window and yawned softly.

Wei Wenxin smiled casually, lifted the curtain, and strode in.

Everyone in the world has his or her own fate.

Tao follows nature, and nature is the Tao.

When we were eating chicken at night, the two children tore the chicken skin frantically, "Chicken skin, chicken skin, my favorite!" They had to eat the chicken skin first before considering other things. They even almost fought over the chicken skin. I gave them a suggestion, to write a letter to the animal husbandry scientists who study chickens, begging them to breed chickens with three layers of chicken skin. Then Sister Wang was very distressed, "Oh, Mom, I don't know how to write a letter yet, I'll tell you later, you write it for me." I said that my handwriting is obviously not that of a child, and the scientists will definitely not take it seriously, and they might even scold me for being crazy. It will only work if you write it yourself. Usually, adults will be scolded for doing things, but children will be praised for doing them. Then she became passionate about recognizing words, and I couldn't stop her. I hope she forgets this matter soon, otherwise if she really writes the letter one day, I don't know who to send the letter to. It seems that the classmate with the closest career only runs an agricultural science company, selling feed and fertilizer. Oh!

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