Brother Xie, he is too popular. What should I do?

Sang Qing replied immediately.

You can tell at a glance that he is not practicing seriously.

Venerable Youyue made an accurate judgment.

Sang Qing was digesting the events of the past few days.

There was the excitement of the younger junior brother, the disappointment of being defeated by the younger junior brother's sword, and the worry about the changes in his friend Hua Qinglian's family...

The stern Senior Sister Sang Qing sat on the steps at the entrance of the cave, muttering to her sword.

Then I received a message from my master.

What type of magical instruments do you like, Junior Brother?

Sang Qing gave the answer without much hesitation, of course it’s the sword!

Junior brother only has a fine iron sword, and for a sword cultivator, an offensive weapon is definitely better.

The price is very high.

After seeing this, Venerable Youyue replied, "Anything else? Other magical weapons besides the sword?"

Venerable Youyue knew that Xie Yunhe already had a Linghe Sword.

According to her perception, the Linghe Sword is a very good magic weapon and is completely sufficient at this stage.

It is best to have a different type of instrument.

Sang Qing: "That must be a flying magical instrument, right? My junior brother seemed very envious when he saw my flying boat."

Venerable Youyue seemed to be thinking about something. She almost forgot about this.

Then let’s choose a flying magic weapon.

She sent her request to Master Fu.

In the weapon refining hall.

Master Fu looked at the requirements.

A flying device that is light, agile, fast, has stealth capabilities, has defensive functions, can carry one or more people, and preferably has the ability to transform and upgrade.

Master Fu was silent. These were quite a lot of requests.

Venerable Youyue thought a lot, and upgradeability was a key point.

Otherwise, as Xie Yunhe's cultivation level improves, he will have to replace a new batch of magic weapons, which would be too troublesome.

It would be best if it was a flying magical weapon that could grow together with the sword of a sword cultivator.

Master Fu: "What appearance do you want?"

Venerable Youyue: "It has to be functional, the appearance doesn't matter. It's best if it's something young people like."

Venerable Youyue also knew that his requests were a bit too much, but wasn't this a rare opportunity for the head of the weapon refining hall to do it himself? Naturally, the more requests, the better.

Master Fu: "Okay."

What do young people like?

What do young people in the sect like nowadays?

Master Fu was thoughtful.

His spiritual consciousness spread out of the weapon refining hall and came to the edge of the cliff where the young people gathered.

Then I watched a swordsman jump off the edge of the cliff. He opened his arms, spun and jumped in the air, and soared in the wind.

How confident this Jindan stage swordsman is!

Finally he fell down the cliff and broke his leg.

As the medical practitioner carried him away, the swordsman kept muttering, "I can do it. Try again! I'm sure I'll understand!"

Master Fu followed the sword cultivator and his spiritual consciousness came to the inside of the medical hall.

I was shocked by the huge group of broken-legged people in the medical hall.

Late in the evening, the clinic was still crowded with people.

A large number of monks with broken legs filled the hall of the medical hall.

The medical practitioners were speechless and irritable. After bandaging the sword practitioner's broken leg, they were shyly pulled back by the sword practitioner before they could call the next one.

Broken-leg swordsman: "Brother, have you forgotten something?"

The medical practitioner was furious: "What?"

The sword cultivator with a broken leg felt wronged: "You didn't give me a wheelchair, I want one too! It is the glorious symbol of us sword cultivators who pursue the sword spirit!"

The medical practitioner was speechless: "...Fifty spirit stones each, go over there and buy it yourself."

The broken-legged swordsman was happy: "Alright!"

After receiving the wheelchair, the swordsman with a broken leg left happily.

Leaving behind the medical practitioners who were rolling their eyes.

A row of silver wheelchairs drove through the lobby of the clinic and headed towards the backyard.

Like the Milky Way entering the sea.

They are like a group of warriors who rush into the fire even though they know it is impossible.

Silver wheelchair! It is a symbol of their stubbornness!

The silver wheelchair! It is the dignity of these leg-broken monks!

What cannot be taken away is their passion for swordsmanship and their determined gaze!

They met in groups of three or four in the backyard of the clinic, got to know each other through their silver wheelchairs, and became like-minded partners.

There was fire in everyone's eyes!

The Broken Leg Gang is growing stronger and stronger.

Master Fu withdrew his consciousness and fell into deep thought.

Is this what young people's preferences have become now?

He once lamented that he might be too old and could not keep up with the current trends in the sect.

Are silver wheelchairs so popular among young people?

He knew what kind of flying magic weapon to make.

Once he got the inspiration, he took action. Master Fu took out a pen and paper and began to plan the internal design of the flying magic weapon.

Line after line jumped on the paper, and the outline of an object appeared on the paper.

Great sense of design and beauty!

Master Fu felt that he was overflowing with inspiration. This must be his best weapon-refining work this year!

……

A dreamless night.

When the sun shone into the treatment room, Xie Yunhe opened his eyes.

Although a lot happened last night, he had a good sleep.

Xie Yunhe stood up and stretched.

Because of this injury, he was unable to practice, and he could rarely sleep to restore his energy and strength like a person without spiritual energy.

I feel very energetic and in a good mood at this time.

I had no idea what happened next last night.

Xie Yunhe probed his spiritual consciousness into his body and began to observe the condition of his meridians.

While recuperating on the new warm jade bed, he could feel that the damage to his meridians had been healed a little.

Xie Yunhe took out the pills he got from the medical clinic, took the medicine, and then his spiritual power circulated under the effect of the medicine.

Use gentle methods to heal the meridians.

After the effect of the medicine was exhausted, Xie Yunhe also ended his meditation.

Thinking that he had nothing to do, he first looked at the sound transmission jade pendant.

Eh? Venerable Youyue, oh no, I should call you Master now.

The master is looking for him.

Xie Yunhe took a look and found that the first message said that Chu Yuanfeng's master wanted to give him compensation and asked him what type of magic weapon he liked.

The second one was to tell him that I had already chosen a flying magic weapon, and to tell her if I wanted to change it.

Xie Yunhe had no objection to the fact that a magic weapon could actually fall from the sky.

Suddenly I felt that Chu Yuanfeng had become cute too.

Moreover, it’s a flying magic weapon!

That was indeed what Xie Yunhe wanted.

His idea was similar to that of Venerable Youyue. As for the sword, he already had the Linghe Sword.

He also wanted a flying magic weapon.

It is inevitable that you will have to leave the sect later. Simply flying a sword is laborious and tiring, so having a flying magic tool is a good choice.

It’s also good to prepare early.

Xie Yunhe was thinking and suddenly realized a problem.

By the way, why didn’t I hear anything from Senior Brother Mei?

Haven't woken up yet?

Xie Yunhe turned his head and saw a person on the bed exuding a resentful aura.

Looking closely, Brother Mei's eyes were dull and there was a bit of black under his eye sockets.

Is this because you didn’t sleep well?

Noticing someone was looking at him, Senior Brother Mei spoke slowly.

"Thank you, Junior Brother. Good morning."