Inherited a magic weapon shop after rebirth

"What would you like to eat, sir?" the purser asked kindly.

"Is there porridge?" Qi Rong asked.

"some……"

While waiting for the meal, Qi Rong turned his head and looked out of the string window.

In the boundless clear sky, the golden sea of ​​luck rippled slightly, as if the spring breeze was blowing across the calm sea, and the layers of waves reflected the bright sunlight.

Looking back, I heard the whispered gossip of people in the cabin, and the childish laughter of children...

Qi Rong smiled suddenly, just as the plane pierced through a cloud, the light dotted the corners of his eyebrows, eyes and lips, as if a god fell into the world for a moment.

"It's good to be safe and happy." He sighed softly.

"Sir, the porridge you ordered, be careful not to burn it."

"OK, thanks."

There was nothing wrong with the journey, the plane landed smoothly, and after getting off the plane, Qi Rong went straight to Qingyun Temple.

Yunmiao Mountain, which used to be quiet and quiet in the past, is now extremely noisy. There are several vehicles parked at the foot of the mountain, and sirens whistling past from time to time.

Most of the people who came to pay homage were the people of high morals and high prestige, they were not young, and they were supported by the juniors to hike up the mountain, and their old faces looked heavy.

There are also young people like Qi Rong, most of whom stand silently behind the elders, and are recommended to others by the elders. The older generation will eventually pass away, and the authority will change. After a few years, these young people will be the next generation. generation of them.

Qi Rong did not participate in the conversation of the crowd, and under the protection of Xu Zhu, he went up the mountain in one breath.

In the Qingyun Temple on the top of Yunmiao Mountain, Xu Xuanran wearily browsed through the inspection reports. Several reports came from different time periods, but the results were very different.

One shows poisonous and one shows non-toxic.

Xu Xuanran slapped the report on the table with a "crash", while rubbing the center of his brows with a bitter expression on his face.

"Who the hell? Why did you want to kill Master? Master has been on the mountain, blocking whose way to put him to death?"

He doesn't understand.

Daoist Qingyun is more than 90 years old. He has been kind to others all his life and has a jade pot in the ice valley. He lived on Yunmiao Mountain for a long time more than 20 years ago, ignoring the world and staying away from the world of mortals.Now he is nearly a hundred years old, and he has only a few days to live. Why can't someone wait for such a short time, and can't wait for a moment to poison others?

In the dark quiet room, there is no figure of the teacher and father sitting cross-legged like a pine tree, only a room of sandalwood that has been tainted for a long time, and the smell makes the heart pure.

However, this purity could no longer calm Xu Xuanran, only the gradually rising anger and doubts burning in his heart.

When Qi Rong arrived, Xu Xuanran was pacing the room unbearably, round and round, with heavy and ruthless steps, wishing to crush the floor.

"Du Du", Qi Rong knocked on the door frame, awakening Xu Xuanran who was in deep thought.

"Qi Rong! You're finally here!" Xu Xuanran's eyes lit up, he couldn't wait to pull him to sit down, and told him in detail what happened this morning.

"You mean, you can't find what poisoned your master?" Qi Rong asked in surprise, he thought that now that the technology is so advanced, there should be results already.

"Yes, not yet, and after waiting for a while to check again, it was found that it was not poisonous, and my master died of heart failure." Xu Xuanran looked depressed and puzzled.

"Have you ever asked the spirit of the old national teacher?"

"I can't ask. Master is a national teacher and is protected by the fate of the country. I can't ask about peace after death."

Qi Rong rubbed his fingers, thought for a while and said, "Let me try."

Xu Xuanran: "At this time, are you still joking? I know that you can use the national teacher's seal very powerfully, but this is the luck of a country, you are equivalent to fighting this behemoth! No kind of secret method is feasible, unless you were in the previous life. It's the national teacher."

Qi Rong smiled, pressed Xu Xuanran who was a little excited, and thought in his heart: What a coincidence, he is indeed a national teacher in his next life.

Thinking this way, on the surface he said calmly: "There are infinite magic in the world, how can you generalize? The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and human beings are one of them. You don't know this truth, do you?"

"But..." Xu Xuanran opened his mouth to refute.

"Don't worry, even if there is a problem with the secret method, I am the one who suffers the backlash, and I am the one who proposed it. You don't want your master to die for no reason, do you?" Qi Rong turned his back to him, and walked to the door with his hands behind his back. Side, turned half sideways and asked loudly.

Xu Xuanran pursed his lips tightly, looked at Qi Rong's unquestionable eyes, suddenly lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down, kowtowed heavily and said: "Great kindness, I will never forget it! But in the future, if there is anything that I, Xu, can use No matter the place, just open your mouth, and you will do whatever you want!"

Master, master, is both a master and a father. When his father passed away, the people who helped him were all great benefactors. It is not an exaggeration to kowtow.

Qi Rong knew that he had to accept this gift.

Seeing the other person's black hair twirling, he stretched out his hand to touch it, just treat him as an ancestor, and be respected by the younger generation.

The two of them didn't tell others about Wenling, because Xu Xuanran thought it was a secret technique, and there is a rule in Xuanmen that one should not speculate on other people's secret technique and inheritance without authorization.

The body of the old national teacher was placed in a quiet room. Before nightfall, the condolences had not yet begun. Xu Xuanran drove the others out. According to Qi Rong's instructions, he went to find the treasure of the township that has been passed down for a long time in Qingyun Temple—— — Emperor Bell.

When the Emperor Bell was handed over to Qi Rong, Xu Xuanran's complexion was complicated. He still remembered that he was envious of Qi Rong's Emperor Bell when he met Qi Rong for the first time. hoped.

But now, only half a year later, he has the Emperor Bell at his disposal, but now he is not happy at all.

The long and clean sound of the emperor bell, accompanied by the plume of smoke hovering in the quiet room, Qi Rong recited the invitation in a low voice, and the yellow talisman between his fingers ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into soot and falling on the ground.

Suddenly, the candle flickered, and the ash circled up without wind. The curling column of smoke disappeared out of thin air like a whale swallowing a fish.

In the dark, Xu Xuanran felt another existence appeared in the quiet room. He opened his eyes, and a kind figure appeared in the hazy golden light in his field of vision. His eyes seemed to be pierced by the golden light, and the fundus of his eyes became crystal clear.

"Master—" He wiped his tears, looking like he wanted to see but didn't dare.

Qi Rong lowered his hands slowly, calming down his breath. Just now he found that his connection with the Kunlun ancestral line was closer, and he actually directly pulled the soul of the old national teacher over without any effort.

The golden light gradually blurred, and the figure of the old national teacher finally appeared clearly in front of the two of them. He looked at Xu Xuanran wiping his tears kindly, and the old man in an ancient Taoist robe smiled and touched Xu Xuanran's head, saying:

"Xuanran, you're back."

Hearing this, Xu Xuanran couldn't help crying again. He thought that he would never hear the words of reassurance after returning from a long journey in this life, but now it has been completed, even though the other party is no longer alive.

It took a long time for the master and apprentice to feel deeply in love before Xu Xuanran calmed down, and the three of them sat down and chatted in detail.

"Does Master Qingyun feel suspicious?" Qi Rong asked the person concerned.

The old master stroked the whisk in his hand, and pondered: "Yes, a month ago, a strange girl came to Qingyun Temple."

"What's weird?"

"Mr. Qin is the pillar of the world, and her luck occupies half of this world. I feel that the girl has more luck than Mr. Qin! But it's impossible. I've seen her, and she has no luck at all. Instead, Bad luck. And she has so much bad luck, but she found me, and the national luck that I protect does not contradict the other party."

The old national teacher's snow-white eyebrows frowned, looking very distressed.

Qi Rong clenched his fingers slowly. According to what the old national teacher said, a person appeared in his mind - the original heroine of this world.

And why the old master felt that this girl had more luck than Qin Junyan, this is about to talk about this world, this is a book of Mary Suwen.

It's just that before the plot started, the male protagonist Qin Junyan met Qi Rong, overcame obstacles, supported each other, and finally transformed into a dragon and ascended the throne as emperor.

According to the plot, Qi Rong will die at the beginning of the story because of repeated spying on the secrets of the sky, and become the white moonlight in the capital, and the heroine is similar to Qi Rong, and successfully attracted Qin Junyan's attention when they first met, and then the plot is the domineering emperor A series of bloody plots ranging from interesting and curious, plundering, jealousy to true fragrance.

"Could it be that the heroine is also reborn?" Qi Rong had no choice but to wonder.

"But if she is reborn, why would she harm the national teacher? The national teacher is closely related to the luck of this world. She is a person of this world, even a pillar. She is the least likely to harm this world, right?"

Can't hurt the enemy, but also hurt yourself by [-]?

What brain circuit?