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In the end, the old man still gave up this approach, after all, Qin Yin was not wrong, right?

With a smile of hard work, the wrinkles on his face bloomed like chrysanthemums, and the old man also showed a kind smile, and said, "This is not the hospitality of our Sijue Village, we really can't handle such things." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info why don't you pick again?"

"In this case, can I pick whatever I want?" Qin Yin looked very excited.

So, the old man hesitated again.

He didn't know if Qin Yin really liked this night pot or had the strength to choose.

In case Qin Yin chooses the real Instrument King, then he will cry without tears, so it is better to bear the pain and let him take this night pot.

However, 10,000 years have passed, and even he doesn't know what is so special about that thing, let alone believe that Qin Yin can recognize it.

He thought about it for a while, it must have been too obvious what he had done before to make Qin Yin choose this night pot.

Momentary good luck does not mean eternity, instead of letting Qin Yin take away this night pot, it is better to fight!

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, whatever you want." ”

"Well, who pulled this thing, it stinks to death. Qin Yin kicked over the night pot at once, and all the things inside spilled down, and a foul smell suddenly spread out, spreading for thousands of miles.

The villagers of Sijue Village made such a fuss about Qin Yin, and suddenly the chickens flew and the dogs jumped, covered their noses and scolded.

Qin Yin laughed, closed his sense of smell, and then walked into a thatched hut at random.

The furnishings of the hut are very simple, just a table, a bed, and then a corner full of scraps.

"These are gadgets, for kids. The old man followed behind Qin Yin and explained quietly.

"Didn't these things pick up?" Qin Yin asked.

"Most of it is made by the villagers themselves. The old man said.

Qin Yin nodded, walked over rather curiously, and picked up a short sword carved in stone.

The carving technique of this short sword is very smooth, and it seems to be done in one go, and it can be seen that the carving technique is very good.

But unlike those tools, there is no Dao pattern on it, but a very ordinary stone sword.

Qin Yin played with the stone sword and asked, "Do any of you here know how to refine weapons?"

The old man laughed, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Refining? With such a noble status, how can we, the mountain villagers, understand." It's just a matter of play. ”

The old man also walked over, picked up a stone knife, and stroked his wrinkled hands on the stone knife, his eyes full of deep affection.

Qin Yin's heart moved, could it be that this old man had something to do?

"Old man, can I know where the person who carved these things is?" Qin Yin asked.

The old man's body shook violently, and the person holding the stone knife almost let go, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to recall the figure, but found that the shadow that he had always thought was very profound became blurred, and he couldn't recall what he looked like.

Two cloudy old tears slipped from the old man's eyes, and there was a lost voice: "He's dead." ”

He's dead?

Qin Yin was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect this result.

"Old man, mourning is smooth. Qin Yin comforted.

The old man nodded, put the stone knife down, and said nothing more.

Qin Yin also put down the stone sword, and then walked out of the hut.

Next, Qin Yin kept searching in the thatched hut in the village, touching here and there, just like a child who had never seen the world, making the old man even more sure that Qin Yin's choice of the night pot was just a coincidence, and he would definitely not have the ability to identify utensils.

At the same time, his expression was even more casual, letting Qin Yin be busy, not daring to make any moves towards that thing, for fear of discovering something abnormal for Qin Yin.

Night began to fall, and the moonlight was as bright as a wash, scattered over the huts, spreading a white glow.

After all, the moon in the divine realm is a little different, softer than in the heavenly realm, and in the moonlight, there seems to contain a special power, and in the place where the moonlight shines, the divine qi seems to be a little more.

The villagers of Sijue Village were bathed in the moonlight, operating their inherent mental methods, and they were swallowing.

The old man and Qin Yin explained that in the divine realm, the distribution of divine qi was not even, and in marginal places like them, there were very few divine qi obtained in normal times, and only after night fell, with the power of moonlight, could they cultivate.

In some places, the aura of the gods is very violent, and it is impossible for ordinary people to cultivate directly, and it is necessary to set up a large array and suppress it before it is possible.

"If you haven't finished your pick, you can stay here for one night and check back tomorrow. The old man said to Qin Yin.

In this half a day, the old man's opinion of Qin Yin has changed a lot, Qin Yin does not have the domineering momentum of the children of the family, but very gently let them call them by name and intersect according to their generations.

Of course, it is impossible for the old man to dig his heart with Qin Yin like this, but in essence, he has no initial wariness towards him, and treats him as a curious young man.

Qin Yin inadvertently revealed some opinions on refining weapons, which surprised the old man even more, feeling that Qin Yin's identity was very strange, and he was very interested in his origin.

It's just that the old man can't ask directly, but scrutinize it from the side.

Qin Yin didn't understand what the old man meant, he was much more powerful than the old man in terms of acting skills, and after a few words, he turned around the old man's fans and directly forgot the core of the problem.

"Well, is that convenient?" Qin Yin replied to the old man while using his divine sense to sense the traces of the villagers' exercises.

In fact, this is also a kind of ability of Qin Yin, generally speaking, the divine sense can only detect the preliminary place, like the traces of the operation of the exercise, you need to search the memory through soul searching. But Qin Yin's exercises were too against the sky, so he directly omitted this step.

If the old man knew this, I don't know if he would expose the villagers to Qin Yin?

"There's nothing inconvenient, the mountains and wilderness, I'm afraid you'll dislike it. The old man said.

"Hehe, what do I hate, if I don't live here, then I'll sleep in the wilderness. Qin Yin said, then looked at the old man with bad intentions, and said, "What about the night pot?

"......" The old man was speechless for a while, he was not afraid of thieves stealing, he was afraid of thieves, it seemed that Qin Yin had no better harvest, and he would still take a fancy to this night pot in the end?

No, the old man must not let that thing be lost in his own hands.

"I didn't wash it, if you need it, I'll change it for you?" said the old man, and even he felt a little ashamed, the two of them were actually here to discuss the issue of the night pot, and it was a bit indecent to say it.

"Forget it, the forbearance will pass. By the way, what kind of exercises are you practicing, why is it so strange, the ultimate divine power is not condensed in the dantian. Qin Yin asked very casually.

The old man's body suddenly shook, and he looked at Qin Yin incredulously, shocked in his heart, there was a voice sounding, how could he know?

(To be continued)