Inherited a magic weapon shop after rebirth

Yunmiao Mountain.

Xu Xuanran touched his chest that was in pain due to internal injuries, lifted his clothes and stepped on the bluestone towards Qingyunguan.

Qingyun Guan is the ashram of this generation of national teacher, Daoist Qingyun. The old national teacher is nearly ninety years old and has ignored secular affairs for many years. Ordinary people can't see him. Those who know his identity dare not come without invitation.

The entire Yunmiao Mountain is sparsely populated, but it is quite quiet and leisurely.

After entering the temple, Xu Xuanran respectfully presented Qin Junyan's letter to Master.

The old national teacher is over 90, sitting cross-legged on the couch, wearing presbyopic glasses and looking at it with difficulty, and the scent of sandalwood is lingering in the room.

"The world is in great trouble." The old national teacher sighed sadly after reading it, and his whole body seemed to lose his energy.

Xu Xuanran was startled.

What is a national teacher?Watch the luck of the world and protect the luck of the country.

When he said the catastrophe was not alarmist.

The national teacher is not just a nominal title, he is a kind of inheritance of the Huaxia family in this world since ancient times. In ancient times, they were called priests, but now they are called national teachers.

There is one and only one national teacher in each generation. After strict ceremonies and conferment, he is connected to the Kunlun dragon veins, masters the general trend and luck of the world, and is aloof from the world and admired by others.

"Xuanran, help me outside." The old master stood outside the door with staggering steps, looking out, his cloudy eyes instantly became clear, making it difficult to look directly at.

His back is bent, but it gives people a sense of stability like a mountain.

He looked at the scene in front of him, but it seemed that what was reflected in his eyes was not the scene in front of him.

After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, and his awe-inspiring aura subsided.

Xu Xuanran supported the old national teacher, worried: "Master, what happened?"

The old national teacher shook his head, sat weakly on the couch, pondered for a while, handed him the letter, and then said slowly: "Do you believe that there are other worlds outside our world?"

"I...maybe." Xu Xuanran said uncertainly.

"It's true." The old master said in a low voice.

Then he dipped in tea and drew two circles on the table, pointing and said: "If this circle represents our world, and the other represents other worlds, at a certain moment, they overlap."

Xu Xuanran opened his eyes wide.

"It is impossible for the two worlds to coexist peacefully. Resources, territories...they will devour each other, and what they devour is each other's luck, which will ebb and flow until one is overwhelmed by the other."

The old master clicked many large and small dots on the circle, and continued: "Every world is composed of countless creatures, and each of them has a different luck. Compared with ordinary people, luck is like the stars and the moon."

"So if you want to devour your luck, you should target these bright moons first." Xu Xuanran made inferences.

The old national teacher nodded: "The war has already begun, and the opponent will fight first..."

He paused for a moment, with a serious expression on his face: "Our army has been defeated. We have little chance of winning."

"What does the general mean?"

"A world always has a center and a pillar. Mr. Qin is the pillar of this world. You went to see him. What do you think of him?"

"What if it fails?"

"Failure... If we fail, the world will be annexed, our existence will be obliterated by the world, and become the nourishment of another world, and no one will remember us anymore."

Xu Xuanran was silent.

It really is a catastrophe in the world.

Qi Rong was not clear about the conversation of Qingyun Guan, if he knew, he would have another explanation.

Isn't this the battle of two book worlds?

The Mary Suwen he lived in in his previous life and the current "Urban God-Level Feng Shui Master", and the pillars of the two worlds are the protagonists of the two books.

Not to mention the above, the decoration of Qi Rong's magic weapon store has finally come to an end after a long-awaited call.

In order to get a good start, Qi Rong deliberately put a whip at the door.

Rong Yi doesn't have many classes, so Qi Rong usually stays in the store, trying to avoid Qin Junyan who is awake.

This afternoon, Qi Rong was sitting in front of the counter picking up copper coins.

Pick out the ones with aura, and then adjust according to the fit of the aura, and prepare to wear a bracelet of five emperors' coins, or make a money sword.

He can see the aura on the copper coins, and he knows the craft of making utensils, so he can do these tasks with ease, which is not easy.

Occasionally someone would come to buy yellow paper joss sticks, and when Qi Rong was bored, he asked the newly recruited buddy Xiao Huang to entertain them.

"Junior brother, I'm here!" Before the person arrived, the words came first.

As soon as Qi Rong raised his eyes, he saw Tan Yanxian walking in tightly wrapped up, followed by his manager, Sister Li.

"Is everything ready?" Tan Yanxian took off his disguise as soon as he entered the door, sat down in front of Qi Rong carelessly, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Qi Rong joked with a smile: "It's already done. Brother, this is the biggest order since I opened the door for business. I dare not neglect."

As he spoke, he went to the back room and took out an antique box. When he opened it, four small and exquisite jade plaques greeted his eyes.

Tan Yanxian couldn't wait to hold it in his hands, and his hands were warm and moist. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He felt that his whole body warmed up as soon as he touched it, and he felt very at ease.

"Should I wear it directly?" Tan Yanxian asked, eager to put it on.

Qi Rong nodded: "No need to take it off, and try not to let other people touch it. If it gets dirty, just wipe it with warm salt water, or you can come to me..."

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After giving some instructions, the two started chatting.

"Junior Brother, if I remember correctly, you are from the Department of Folk Music, majoring in Guqin, right?" Tan Yanxian suddenly remembered the recent troubles of his friend Director Dou He.

Director Dou He recently directed a costume idol drama, but I don't know if the opening ceremony was not done well, there were always big and small accidents, but it didn't improve after inviting the master.

What worries him recently is that there is a role of a worldly expert in the play. Seven or eight actors were hired one after another, but accidents happened after receiving the role. The crew was stuck for more than half a month because of this incident, and the director had If it doesn't work, delete this character.

But Tan Yanxian felt it was a pity after reading the script.The character design of that worldly expert is very brilliant, and it is also indispensable to the development of the plot. If it is abandoned, the visibility will be weakened a lot.

Seeing Qi Rong this time, he suddenly remembered that Qi Rong was learning the guqin, and the weapon of that extraterrestrial expert was also the guqin, and in his opinion, Qi Rong was an extraterrestrial expert, acting in his true colors, and also I can go and see what went wrong in the play directed by Dou He.

Kill two birds with one stone!

Hearing what he said enthusiastically, Qi Rong raised his hand and interrupted: "No, brother, we are indeed from the same school, but I'm not an acting major, I don't know how to act."

I don't plan on acting either.He said silently in his heart.

Tan Yanxian was stunned. He didn't expect that his invitation would be rejected. You must know that having his support is rare.

"Don't you want to be a star?"

Qi Rong sighed: "Why do I want to be a celebrity? I guard this shop and earn no more than a celebrity? There are not so many things."

Tan Yanxian thought of the price he asked Qi Rong to sell—not counting other things, the engraving fee for a jade plaque was only 50.

"Yeah." He murmured.