Inherited a magic weapon shop after rebirth

Can it be cured?

"Yes!" Xu Xuanran said without hesitation, his brows were full of confidence.

"As long as his soul hasn't dissipated, it's fine."

Mother Qin was so excited that she couldn't help but clenched Qi Rong's sleeves tightly.

Qi Rong comforted Mother Qin's opponent, then stood up and said respectfully: "Then I'll leave it to Brother Xu! There will be a big thank you after everything is done."

Xu Xuanran's heart moved, he raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "Is this emperor bell also available?"

"Of course." Qi Rongyun said calmly, as if this incomparably precious Sanqingling was just a gadget.

Qin's mother looked at Qi Rong gratefully, Qi Rong frowned and smiled lightly, a man with confidence made people even more admired, Qin's mother was stunned for a moment, suddenly she was glad that she had made the decision to welcome him into the house and became a family.

Xu Xuanran glanced at San Qingling reluctantly, then carefully put it back on the table, then nodded to the two of them and said, "Let's go check on Mr. Qin's situation."

He had already imagined the scene of "killing the Quartet" with the Sanqing bell in his hand, and he was eager to try it.

"Ma'am." Butler Qin Shu opened the door for the three of them and bowed slightly.

Xu Xuanran walked in and watched Qin Junyan's situation carefully for a while, closed his eyes, and chanted a few unknown spells.

When he opened it again, Qi Rong could vaguely see that his eyes were covered with a faint layer of spiritual power, which dyed his dark brown pupils a dark color, making it difficult to extricate oneself from looking into them.

Those dark eyes patrolled the surroundings, and when her gaze passed by Qin's mother, she couldn't help but take a half step back, feeling that everything about herself was invisible in those indifferent pupils.

Xu Xuanran's eyes swept across the room and Qin's mother, until his eyes fell on Qi Rong, to be precise, on Qi Rong's neck.

"Huh?" Xu Xuanran gasped slightly, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"What's the matter? Did you find it?" Mother Qin asked eagerly.

Xu Xuanran walked straight towards Qi Rong, shortening the distance quickly, and stretched out his hand to grab his neck.

Qi Rong frowned, and blocked his hand, his face darkened slightly.

Xu Xuanran was also reckless, and withdrew his hand: "Sorry, I wonder if I can take a look at that thing that Brother Rong is wearing around his neck?"

Qi Rong's resistance subsided a bit, and with a humming sound, he showed him the white jade gourd on his neck. The power on the white jade gourd was exhausted, and the silky flocs made it look worthless.

Xu Xuanran looked at it for a while, and said uncertainly: "I seem to have found Mr. Qin's soul body."

He pointed to the white jade gourd on Qi Rong's neck.

"it's here."

Qin's mother was overjoyed, and leaned closer to the white jade gourd, happy but at a loss, wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it, just staring at it.

When Xu Xuanran pointed at the white jade gourd, Qi Rong felt as if he had overturned the seasoning plate in his heart, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to show.

Thousands of years ago, Qin Junyan gave him the white jade gourd, and after he died and was trapped for thousands of years, he finally came out of it, but Qin Junyan's soul went in again.

Qi Rong lowered his brows and eyes to hide the undercurrent in his eyes, his fingers pinched until his knuckles turned white, and the strength couldn't help getting stronger and stronger.

No wonder he didn't find Qin Junyan's soul when he used the Sky Eye Talisman. It turned out that he had been following him all along.

Qi Rong's eyes darkened.

Then he suppressed his complicated emotions, flexed and stretched his fingers a few times, then slowly released them, stretched his hands backward, and untied the red rope tied with the white jade gourd from the back of his neck.

Spread out your palms, the red rope and white jade complement each other.

"Here." Qi Rong pursed her lips, turned her head away and stuffed it to Xu Xuanran as if out of sight and out of mind, then put her hands together and walked to the corner to sit down.

Xu Xuanran hissed lightly, and Qi Rong gave it happily, but when he just took over, it was as if he had picked up a hot potato, it was so hot that he could only hold the red rope.

Qin's mother looked worriedly at Qi Rong, who was frowning tightly, and seeing Xu Xuanran looking like he was about to drop the pendant, she quickly gave her a hand.

Then he was also scalded, retracted his hand, a little aggrieved, couldn't help cursing in his heart that he was too big to stay, forgetting his mother when he sees sex!

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After finding the right owner, Xu Xuanran started preparations.

Burning incense with clean hands is a method of summoning souls.

Qi Rong and Qin's mother each pinched a sky-eye talisman, and they could vaguely see a human-shaped shadow on the white jade gourd.

The level of the Sky Eye Talisman is relatively low, so you can't see the whole picture clearly.

Everything ahead went smoothly, Xu Xuanran recited words in his mouth, stepped on the seven stars, and his posture was very bluffing, Qin's mother couldn't take her eyes off her.

The shadow on the white jade gourd melted into Qin Junyan's body little by little following Xu Xuanran's actions.

Time passed by little by little, Xu Xuanran made a formula in his hand, stared at it without blinking, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and flowed down his temples.

On the desk, there was a mist of fragrance.

Except for the vague incantation, the room was silent.

Under the close watch of the three people, Qin Junyan's soul and body finally overlapped completely.

In the next moment, there is no time to be happy in the future, and a sudden change occurs!

The burning incense burns rapidly in an instant, but before it is completely burned out, an unidentifiable, indescribable, and indescribable thing flashes past, and the bright yellow incense snaps off in the middle.

Then Xu Xuan seemed to have been slapped on the back, and the huge force directly pressed him to his knees and knelt on the ground, making a terrifying impact with the hard marble floor tiles. The next moment, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Turning sharply, lips are like white wax, and face is like gold paper.

Blood splattered on his white clothes like blossoming plum blossoms.

A huge gust of wind blew past, and there was an overwhelmed cracking sound from the windows, and then there was a bang, and the glass exploded in the blink of an eye, and the sharp fragments rushed towards several people.

Xu Xuanran's injury was compounded, Qi Rong protected Qin's mother, and couldn't help frowning.

The wind blows in through the hollow windows and the dust settles.

It happened so suddenly that no one expected it.

It's just calling the soul back to the body, how could there be such a big commotion?

Xu Xuanran shook off the shards of glass on his body, stood up with a pained expression on his chest, his whole body seemed to be hollowed out, staggering.

"Ma'am! Are you injured? I'm going to find someone!" The butler showed his face and hurried away.

After he left, Qin Junyan who was lying on the bed struggled to sit up.

"Son, you're awake!" Mother Qin was the first to react.

Xu Xuanran's eyes showed confusion.

Such a big commotion just now was actually successful?

what's the situation?

Qin Junyan was half-sitting, his eyes were like cold stars, his eyebrows were like swords, his whole body was like a peerless sharp sword, even if it was not out of its sheath, the sharp force made people unconsciously hold their breath, and their hearts were vigilant.

He looked past Qin's mother, and stared straight at Qi Rong. His eyes were dark, like beasts devouring people. Countless emotions were condensed in them, so intense that it made people frightened.

Qi Rong, who was being watched by him, held back with all his strength, his lips were tightly pursed, his whole body was tense, and he stared into his eyes unwillingly.

In the chest cavity, hatred is like a seed in the soil, sprouting and stalking, winding and locking the heart.

At the same time, amidst the heavy hatred, hateful and uncontrollable jumps and longings keep growing, and tiny flowers bloom in the vines of hatred.

Damn it!Qi Rong looked away in embarrassment.