Inherited a magic weapon shop after rebirth

The early morning twilight shines from the sky.

Accompanied by the sound of birdsong, Qi Rong suddenly woke up from the nightmare, pulled off the quilt and sat up, the cotton pajamas were drenched in cold sweat, sticking to his body like a maggot attached to the bone was unbearably damp.

He was panting heavily, his mind still immersed in his dream.

Losing her parents at a young age, wandering in troubled times, a five or six-year-old child who was starving to the point of five or six years old couldn't walk when she saw a bit of flesh on a vicious dog.

And the hand reaching out to him in the desperate situation was deeply imprinted in his first memory. If it wasn't for this, he would not have gone to assist him, nor would he have fallen into the fate of a cunning rabbit.

Qi Rong pinched the round white jade gourd on his neck, his knuckles were faintly white, and his red eyes stared at Qin Junyan beside him, but the other party was unconscious, those eyes that made him grateful and hateful were always there. closed.

With every movement and stillness, it seemed that the heavy haze in Qi Rong's eyes was embarrassing and out of place.

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Early in the morning, Qi Rong went to take a cold shower to suppress the turbulent negative emotions in his chest.

Walking out of the bathroom with a cool air, Qi Rong walked up to Qin Junyan.

Although seeing this face made him uncomfortable, he still had to do business.

He took out Qin Junyan's hand, pressed it on the pulse, and felt it carefully.

The pulse under the hand was peaceful and strong, neither floating nor sinking, neither big nor small, not at all like a sick patient's pulse.

Looking at the various inspection reports, there is still no abnormality.

Qi Rong withdrew his hand, pressed his chin and fell into deep thought.

Qin Junyan passed away not long after that happy occasion. The original body was only informed that it was due to the deterioration of his illness, but the details were not clear.

But judging from the situation he saw now, it was impossible for Qin Junyan to die so suddenly with a bang.

Is it a matter of metaphysics?

Qi Rong hesitated.

After walking around the room several times, Qi Rong ground his teeth and sat back down again.

"If it weren't for the fact that the Qin family would be in chaos if you died, I wouldn't care about it."

"It's a waste of my talisman." He pursed his lips and said abruptly to the person lying on the bed.

Then he took out the Tianyan Talisman and held it between his fingers. The weak spiritual power covered his eyes from the Talisman. He blinked, adapting to the suddenly shadowed vision, and looked at Qin Junyan.

"Huh!" Qi Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help getting closer, looking up and down for a long time.

In his eyes, Qin Junyan in front of him was just an empty shell.

"It's no wonder that he has been awake, and the doctor couldn't find the reason." Qi Rong suddenly realized that the soul is not in the body, how would an empty shell react.

If one or two of the three souls and seven souls are lost, there may still be a possibility of waking up. It is nothing more than being stupid and abnormal, but the situation in front of him is gone, and there is no other soul as an intermediary, and there is no way to summon the soul.

Qi Rong frowned, still planning to give it a try.

He bit his index finger, drew on the talisman, and then found a pair of scissors to cut off a lock of hair from the top of his head, deliberately cutting it like a dog chewing on it.

Then it was burned together with Qin Junyan's hair.

A breeze came out of nowhere in the room.

Qi Rong waited for a while, but there was no other abnormality.

"Of course not." He clapped his hands, his eyes flicked across Qin Junyan's face, and his tone was not the least bit disappointed.

This fragile and deceitful appearance made him a little dispirited. If it weren't for the fact that some problems would arise when he died, he would rather Qin Junyan just lie down like this.

His kindness was settled when he died, and his favor of assisting him to ascend the throne has not yet been counted!

In the afternoon, Qi Rong took Mother Qin to talk in the study.

In the bedroom, a shadow slowly emerged beside the bed.

That face was exactly the same as the person lying on the bed.

After standing for a long time, he picked up the burnt powder on the ground and slowly inhaled it. The person on the bed moved their fingers and fell silent again.

In the next few days, the magic weapon store was being redecorated, and Qi Rong was supposed to go to class, and if he didn't have class, he went to the supplier to replenish the goods.

His ability can be said to have played a huge role in this matter. As soon as he gets started, he can know which ones are real and which ones are nonsense.

After coming down several times, news spread in Rongshan City that the little boss of "Chengshangtang" had vicious eyes.

It's just that after visiting all the suppliers in Rongshan for a few days, Qi Rong was very dissatisfied.

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"Go slowly!" The chubby uncle raised his voice.

Qi Rong nodded, turned around but his face sank.

Coming out of the site of the last supplier, he didn't get in the car and leave as usual, but walked to the seaside, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

Rongshan City is a city near the sea, and the brackish sea breeze blows Qi Rong's hair up and down.

The blue sky is the same color, the weather is good, and the restlessness in his heart is a little less.

"What's the problem with Young Master Qi?"

Uncle Liu stopped the car and stood beside him, seeing Qi Rong staring at the sea in a daze, he asked hesitantly.

Uncle Liu's gentle face is full of respect, he has been running around with Qi Rong for the past few days, and he has seen his abilities along the way.

Ordinary people have an attitude towards mysterious things like metaphysics, they would rather believe in what they have than believe in nothing. After a few days, seeing the attitudes towards Qi Rong everywhere, he knew that he definitely had real talent for Qi Rong As a result, his attitude became more and more respectful.

Qi Rong glanced at him and sighed: "The world has changed, and the line of metaphysics has declined after all. There are very few craftsmen with real talents and knowledge, and many secret methods have been lost."

Along the way, what he saw were magic instruments mass-produced like an assembly line, and they were all the same.

Ordinary people can't see the difference in the aura between these assembly line products and the real magic weapon, they just choose cheap and good-looking ones ignorantly.

Skilled people worked hard for several months, but what they made could only be sold at a low price. Over time, no one inherited the craftsmanship, and it gradually declined.

When it was lost and everyone needed it but couldn't find it, everyone suddenly realized.Then loot the few "real materials" left, and then either drive up prices, or put them on the shelf, waiting for a price.

Uncle Liu felt the same way: "It's not only the metaphysics world, but also all walks of life."

Listening to Uncle Liu's sigh, Qi Rong looked at the waves in the distance, and felt as if he saw the rolling waves of the long river of time, and under those waves, too much was submerged.

"Maybe that's why God made me appear." He said vaguely.

When the two were blowing the sea breeze, an uncertain voice came from behind:

"Are you the owner of Chengshangtang?"