Pension Strategy - Chapter 143

    Ning Qiu’s eyes were clear and indifferent, and he said bluntly, “You said so much, what is the purpose of seeing us alone.”

    “I can give you the Mysterious Fire Whip and the Phantom Sword that you want.” The old man clapped his hands, and there were two servants, each holding one The long wooden box was placed on the stone table and quietly retreated.

    “These two treasures are now in this box. Whether you take them or not is up to you.”

    The old valley owner was saying ‘you’, but he kept looking at Ning Qiu, which meant that he only told her, and did not take Ji Ping and the others in his eyes.

    As for why, maybe only he himself knows.

    “Both artifacts are here!” Leng Rong couldn’t calm down now, her eyes widened, staring at the box in front of her without blinking.

    You must know how many people throw their heads and blood for the sake of the artifact.

    But now the baby that everyone is looting is in front of her eyes, things are too simple and smooth, making her head dazed and unable to recover for a long time.

      one layer.

    Wang Ling understands a little bit, but she has the Qiankun Hammer herself, and she finds that it is different from the rumors outside, so she is also lacking in interest.

    “Tomorrow’s martial arts competition, the first prize is the Phantom Sword. If you take it out now, what will happen tomorrow?” Ji Ping was also puzzled. He sent people to guard the Buried Sword Valley for a long time. But I still don’t know that the Phantom Sword and the Xuan Huo Whip are both in the Sword Burial Valley.

    “True and false, false and true. The only person who has seen the phantom sword is the old man, and it was cast by the old man. I said that one is the phantom sword, then it is, who can know? .” The old valley owner stroked his white beard, shook his head like an old urchin, and said irresponsible words.

    “What are your conditions?” Ning Qiu’s fingers tapped on the table regularly. Since the conditions were discussed, the title changed naturally.

    Old Valley Master put away his smile, his face was a little heavy, “Tomorrow, when you are recruiting relatives, help me solve a person.”

    “What kind of person.” Ning Qiu was a little curious. It is rumored that the old valley master has great martial arts. There are few opponents in the arena. Above the old valley owner.

    “These two artifacts…” Ji Ping was just speaking when he was interrupted by the old valley owner, and his figure had already disappeared into the peach blossom forest and disappeared, leaving only his voice.

    “Let the saint take it, these should belong to her, and others who take it are just a thief.”

    Hearing this, several people had different thoughts.

    Leng Rong thought that the old valley owner was talking about the Xuanhuo whip, which was found by Ning Qiu back then.

    Should belong to…her? Ji Ping was shocked and melancholy in his heart. He glanced at Ning Qiu from the corner of his eye. Could it be that she was really an orphan from the previous dynasty?

    Ning Qiu was speechless, as if she had another layer of identity. It seems that the old age life in the rivers and lakes is quite exciting.

    The appearance of the so-called artifact is not accidental, but the result of being pushed by people, and there must be a story behind it.

    The night gradually became hazy, and soon a domestic servant came over and led them to the arranged wing.

    Ning Dong and Wang Ling were still at the age of play and play.

    And Ji Ping met an old friend and was called to drink.

    Ning Qiu stayed in the wing room and did not go out. She was studying these artifacts, and there was something mysterious about them.

    Seeing the Qiankun Hammer at her feet, she shook her head helplessly. Wang Ling, this child, really trusted her, so she threw it to her for protection.

    But…Ning Qiu touched the patterns on each weapon, and it didn’t feel like a single one, but put them together and put together the patterns, vaguely like a pattern.

    She was about to draw with paper and pen when there was a knock on the door.

    “Come in.”

    It is Leng Rong, she is carrying a cup of hot soup.

    Sit down, Leng Rong smiled and said, “Sister Ning, it’s very lively outside, why are you stuck in the house and can’t go out? It’s good to see the scenery.”

    It was very cold when I first met, but now it looks like a naive daughter’s house, smiling more.

    “I’m old, I can’t compare to you young people, and I don’t like to move around.” Ning Qiu casually said, and put the Xuan Huo Whip and Phantom Sword into the box.

    Closed with a snap, awakening Leng Rong who was staring at him, she calmly retracted her gaze, “Sister Ning, you are still very young, how can you say that you are old.”

    “This is when I just came back from outside. I heard from the servant that there is soup in the kitchen. Thinking that you didn’t have anything for dinner, I went and brought a cup back. It’s what you like to drink.”

    She opened the porcelain lid, and the sealed aroma spread out at once, lingering in the room, which really made people move.

    “Come on, drink it while it’s hot.” Leng Rong pushed it in front of Ning Qiu, her eyes looking expectant.

    “Thank you, did you drink it yourself?” Ning Qiu didn’t refuse, she picked up the spoon and stirred it a few times, drinking slowly under Leng Rong’s eyes.

    Don’t forget to comment: “The taste is not bad, and there are some herbs that nourish the body.”

    “I already drank it when I came, and I brought it to you because I thought it tasted good.” Leng Rong explained, and then her eyes fell on the box where the artifact was placed, her face worried: ” Ning Jie, do you think this old valley owner has ulterior motives when he suddenly gave away the artifact?”

    “Didn’t he say, help him solve a person.” Ning Qiu took the last sip and put the porcelain lid away.

    The taste of the soup is really good, and the cooking time should not be short. When I first came in, there was a faint scent of medicine in the Valley of Buried Swords. It seemed that not only was sword-casting great, but there was also research on pharmacology.

    “Old Valley Master’s martial arts are inscrutable, can we solve people who he can’t solve?” Leng Rong still didn’t believe it, and then reminded, “You said, he will Won’t use fake artifacts to lure us into the bait, and then use a knife to kill? After all, if the artifact is real or fake, only he can identify it, and we don’t know.”

    “As long as there is a bit of truth, so what if you are seduced.” Ning Qiu curled her lips and smiled more meaningfully, “Besides, I just identified it, the Xuan Huo Whip is indeed real, and I It was exactly the same as the one I got back then.”

    “That’s good, that’s good.” Leng Rong’s nervous expression loosened, and the whole person looked very happy.

    Ning Qiu raised her eyebrows, “You seem to be very concerned about authenticity?”

    Leng Rong’s heart tightened at Shang Ning Qiu’s eyes that seemed to know everything, and quickly said, “I’m not worried, if it’s fake, it’s time to make wedding dresses for others. “

    “So, we have to be careful, after all, there are a lot of people walking around watching.”

    Leng Rong heard what this meant and thought that Ning Qiu had discovered something, but she carefully observed Ning Qiu’s expression, but only agreed with her statement, and did not intend to explore .

    Ning Qiu pinched between her brows, drowsy, “I’m a little sleepy, I want to go to sleep for a while. Please call Ningdong back for me later, don’t play too late.”

    “Okay, go to sleep.”

    But instead of going back to her own room, she threw the soup bowl in the opposite direction with a cold face.