Rebirth of Meng Zheng Xian Road

Xiao Chijian was almost touched by Gong Miao's tail just now, she seemed to be still in shock, and stayed next to Li Huaijin, unwilling to walk away.

It is different from the little lynx that pesters Li Huaijin to comfort him whenever he is wronged. At most, it becomes clingier and doesn't bark much.

Li Huaijin simply hugged them both, and while comforting the little guy, he verbally praised the obedient boy who protected Xiao Chiying.

The little bobcat rubbed its head against Li Huaijin's chin, thinking: my brother's tail is so cute, what if it is stolen by others, it still wants to touch it!

"After a few days we've all settled down, and Abai and the others have adapted to life in Yuxi Mountain, so we'll go look for them in the woods to play."

Li Huaijin knew that the gray wolf was still wary of her, so she didn't intend to disturb their family from time to time, especially in the current situation.

In a short period of time, Little Lynx and Little Chijin have established a close (fighting) relationship with the three little wolf cubs. Even Little Chijin knows who is Abai, little Abai, and who is Xiaoxiao Bai and Xiao Baibai.

Now they heard Li Huaijin mention the white wolf, and they all quieted down to listen to him.

Li Huaijin liked the feeling of talking to them, so even though they knew that they didn't understand what he said, they still talked tirelessly.

After a while, Li Huaijin found that Xiao Chi's head was straight and he looked sleepy, so he hugged it and went to rest in the room.

Recently, Xiao Chizheng has been lethargic, but Li Huaijin knew that it was not in poor health, but that it was about to break through.

Even if you don't want to reach the state of Tongzhi, that is something to be celebrated.

The little Shanmao was still very energetic, so instead of sleeping with Xiao Chijian, he continued to lie on Li Huaijin's chest, listening to his heartbeat felt interesting.

When Han Ning came back, he saw Li Huaijin hugging the bobcat, pulling its tail, leaning against a tree thinking about something.

"Did you see Gong Miao?" Li Huaijin noticed that Jianxiu was approaching, and raised her head to talk to him: "He was here just now."

Gong Miao returned to Taichu from her grandfather's house, and came directly to Yuxi Peak when she came back from the main peak. He saw that his uncle Han was practicing sword at this time, so he didn't want to disturb him, so he went to the Guest House first to look for Li Huaijin.

He wanted to hear about their adventures in Beiyuan in the past two years, knowing that it would be impossible to wait for Uncle Han to speak, so he decided to listen to Li Huaijin's words to be more reliable.

The two talked happily for most of the day, and the young Jianxiu was suddenly in a hurry to find the real Qinqin, so he went to the cliff to meet Han Ning and left Yuxi in a hurry.

After he left, Li Huaijin began to think about what gift to prepare for the young sword cultivator.

"Since it's Gong Miao's whole birthday, I have to prepare a congratulatory gift on a regular basis..."

Before Li Huaijin finished speaking, Han Ning knew what he was thinking.

Taichu sect is the head of the four sects and two sects. Whether it is Master Zhangfeng or several peak masters, they are all famous and powerful. Naturally, there are many good things to give to Gong Miao, this precious nephew.

But Li Huaijin, an outer disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, has moved from Shifeng Mountain to Nanshan and Beiyuan in the past few years, and spent most of his savings on monsters, which is really embarrassing.

As a master of spirits, he usually does not prepare treasures that can be used by sword cultivators, such as formation symbols and magic weapons, and he himself rarely uses them, let alone any high-grade magic weapons.

Seeing that Li Huaijin was in a dilemma, Han Ning said, "He told you about your birthday, not to ask for a gift, but to ask you to have fun together."

He still has some understanding of himself as a nephew. To be honest, this guy has acquired many good things since he was a child, and he has long ignored the value of things.

Gao Qinqin had only given him a magic weapon that could sing ten years ago, which had no other effect except to relieve boredom and amuse, but Gong Miao asked Dong Zhen to follow the copper bird up and down for a whole year and listen to the clear song. The fairy couldn't take it anymore and ordered him to put away the things. He was afraid that everyone would continue to listen to it for another year.

Gong Miao likes Li Huaijin, so no matter what she gets from the Imperial Spirit Master, she should be happy.

"Of course I know...it's because of this that I want to pay more attention." I had intentions in my heart, but the time was so tight, even if he wanted to make a good selection and preparation, it might be too late.

Li Huaijin asked Jianxiu, "Can I ask what Yuxi prepared for Gong Miao?" He didn't want to compare with Jianxiu, and he also knew that even if he couldn't compare with Jianxiu, he asked purely out of curiosity.

Han Ning had no secrets at all, and immediately replied: "A spiritual sword." After finishing speaking, he took out the sword to be given as a gift for him to have a look at.

Li Huaijin had expected it a long time ago, he put the little bobcat down gently, and while holding the high-grade spirit sword that looked expensive, he looked at it carefully, and asked casually: "Then what did you give me last time?" ?”

Since he asked, he wanted to refer to the details to see if he could inspire some inspiration.

"A spirit sword," Jian Xiu replied expressionlessly, and after thinking for a while, he simply added: "The last time, it was also a spirit sword."

Li Huaijin: "..." Being so simple and rude is indeed the style of Patriarch Han.

Gong Miao is a sword repairer like Han Ning, and she can never make mistakes in sending swords, not to mention who in this gate of Taichu can give a better and more suitable sword than the one given by Han Patriarch.

"This spirit sword is an ancient relic. It has lost its scabbard for a long time. If you have the heart, you can choose a scabbard to match it."

Li Huaijin was overjoyed at first when he heard the words, but then he was even more embarrassed: "If we can really find a matching scabbard, it will be the icing on the cake, but in just a few days, what should we do?"

Choosing a congratulatory gift is already extremely difficult, let alone finding a suitable scabbard for a spirit sword, it must be even more difficult, and it is impossible to find it in just a few days.

He didn't even have time to think at this moment, if the sword cultivator gave the sword and he also gave the sheath at the same time, it would be an ambiguous situation in the eyes of outsiders.

The sword cultivator was silent for a moment, and then took out another item. Li Huaijin took a closer look and saw that it was clearly a new sheath.

He took it over and gestured, and found that the scabbard was matching the spirit sword named Mingquan, and it was almost tailor-made for Mingquan. .

"Isn't this the scabbard?" Li Huaijin was puzzled for a moment, then understood.

——How could Patriarch Han give Gong Miao a spirit sword without a scabbard? Even if he didn't find a suitable ancient relic, he would definitely ask someone to refine a new scabbard...

Li Huaijin was about to give up the idea of ​​looking for a scabbard when she heard Jian Xiu say, "This scabbard can be your gift."

"Then how can it be?" Li Huaijin refused without even thinking about it: "Firstly, this must have been carefully prepared by you, and secondly, this scabbard looks precious, and I can't afford to prepare it."

"I bought this when I was in Beiyuan, so you and I found it together."

It is true that Han Ning prepared the Mingquan Lingjian before he met Li Huaijin, but when he actually got the scabbard, it was when they were in Beiyuan and were about to leave.

As the saying goes, planting flowers intentionally will not bloom, but unintentionally planting willows and willows will make shade. Han Ning had indeed asked someone to cast a scabbard, but found that the one he encountered by chance was more suitable.

"How can this be counted?" Li Huaijin still shook her head and declined.

If he and Han Ning belonged to the same family, it would not be a strange thing to congratulate them in the same name, taking advantage of this.

But they were not relatives, if one gave back the spirit sword and the other gave back the scabbard, let alone outsiders saw it, even Li Huaijin herself would feel weird.

Only then did he think of the relationship between the scabbard and the spirit sword, and blushed unconsciously.

Han Ning persuaded: "Give a gift that suits your heart. Since it is too late to find a more suitable one, let's match it like this first. There will be a chance to find a better one in the future, and you will also have a chance to return it to me. Why stick to it."

The little bobcat saw that they had brought out a long thing, and then brought out another long thing, and then put them together. It was already very curious and grabbed Li Huaijin's lap, wanting to get a closer look.

There was a scabbard on the sword, so Li Huaijin didn't have to worry about hurting it, but he still handed it back to the sword repairer.

"If you always calculate clearly and insist on dividing you, me, and me, then I won't be able to borrow the Juling Ball tonight."

As Han Ning said, he put away Mingquan, turned around and walked out of the yard.

Li Huaijin had never seen a sword cultivator with such a serious expression, turning around without mercy, and was a little panicked for a moment, and quickly reached out and grabbed the opponent's sleeve: "This is irrelevant..."

Although Han Ning didn't leave immediately, he didn't turn around either.

Li Huaijin watched as her hand tugged at the corner of the other's clothes, as if it had been scalded, she quickly let go.

After a long time, Jianxiu suddenly took another step, and Li Huaijin let go: "Understood, I will trouble you again."

The author has something to say: Thank you, cute AliceSnape2, for throwing mines~!