Zongwu: Blind box shop, Wanwan hits the mark

"Master, this..."

Song Yuanqiao's voice trembled a little, and he looked at Zhang Sanfeng and Mo Shenggu in disbelief.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said softly, "We have already investigated it thoroughly. It was Qingshu who did it."

"No!"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head in disbelief, lowering his head and muttering, "How could it be Qingshu? Qingshu is such a well-behaved child, how could he do such a thing!"

"Master, Qingshu definitely didn't do this voluntarily. He must have been controlled by someone!"

What Song Yuanqiao said was possible, but they all tried to test Song Qingshu and found that he was not controlled by anyone. Even Zhang Sanfeng checked when Song Qingshu was sleeping and found that he was not controlled by anyone.

He did everything voluntarily, and even took the initiative to do it.

When Song Yuanqiao saw his master's expression, he knew that they had already checked and found that Song Qingshu was not under control.

His face changed, and he seemed to have aged by dozens of years. He knelt down directly in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

He looked at his master with a wry smile and said, "Master, if a son does not teach his father, he will be punished. Since Qingshu has made such a serious mistake, I am willing to accept the punishment for him. I only ask that you give Qingshu another chance."

"Seventh Junior Brother, you're usually the best to Qingshu. Please ask Master for me!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Mo Shenggu who was standing beside him with longing eyes.

"Hey!"

Mo Shenggu sighed and looked at Song Yuanqiao with a complicated expression as he handed him a note.

Song Yuanqiao took it with some confusion. When he saw the words on it, his pupils suddenly shrank and he exclaimed in shock: "This... How is this possible!"

The note read: Rumor from the future, Mo Shenggu, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, died at the hands of Song Qingshu and Chen Youliang.

"This note came from the jar shop."

Mo Shenggu said slowly, "We have already found out that there is indeed a man named Chen Youliang in the Beggars' Sect, and he is a disciple of Yuan Zhen from the Shaolin Temple."

After hearing what Mo Shenggu said, Song Yuanqiao was a little at a loss, and all the calmness and composure he had maintained for many years disappeared.

Seeing his eldest disciple like this, Zhang Sanfeng felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Yuanqiao, don't worry. We have intercepted this information and have not spread it out."

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng like a drowning man grasping at a straw and said, "Master, do you mean to give him another chance?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said softly, "We decided to give him a chance. If he still refuses to change his ways, then we can only..."

Song Yuanqiao nodded hurriedly and said anxiously, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said slowly, "Go open the jar with Songxi and the others first. Maybe they can find something good that can help you."

Song Yuanqiao nodded, then a look of embarrassment appeared on his face: "If I go to open the jar, then Qingshu..."

"Don't worry, I'll watch over him."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words,

Song Yuanqiao stood up and went to find Zhang Songxi and the others. The matter of opening the coffin could not be delayed any longer.

On the other side, inside the jar shop.

Qin Zhixuan saw that Fu Junqiang had already chosen the jar, so he waved his hand and the jar flew out from the shelf and landed on the table where he opened the jar.

Fu Junqian excitedly reached out and hit the first jar.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of the jar breaking, a red lantern fell out and floated in the air.

Seeing that what she had opened was a red lantern, Fu Junqian looked towards Qin Zhixuan...

[Red Lantern]: This is just an ordinary red lantern. Hanging high, it joyfully welcomes the New Year… Qin Zhixuan glanced at it and said leisurely, “Just an ordinary red lantern.”

Fu Junqian picked up the lantern and put it aside, preparing to continue opening the jar.

Rong Jiaojiao was shocked that something could actually come out of the jar. She didn't know how the owner put the lantern into the jar, or why the thing fell out and floated in the air.

Rong Jiaojiao looked confused, feeling that her smart brain was not enough.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a jar breaking woke Rong Jiaojiao up. It turned out that Fu Junqian had opened the second jar, and a white ball of light fell out and floated in the air.

Seeing that it was a white ball of light, a smile appeared on Fu Junqian's face. She felt that she was about to break through to the middle stage of the innate realm. This white ball of light came at the right time and might be able to help her break through this realm today.

[One Year's Internal Energy of a Martial Arts Master]: This is a one-year internal energy from an unknown martial arts master. Upon absorption, one can directly gain one year's worth of internal energy. A martial arts master asks: "Could I be possessed? Why is my internal energy decreasing every day?"

Qin Nanxuan frowned when he saw the number of white light balls decreasing. Could it be that this system was just catching a martial arts master and draining his internal energy?

Qin Zhixuan said: "This is one year's internal strength."

Fu Junqian directly began to absorb the white light ball in front of her.

Rong Jiaojiao on the side was completely dumbfounded. This white light ball can increase internal strength?

This is simply a fantasy. Apart from those rare treasures and the indoctrination of others, the only way to obtain internal strength is through practice.

But now she had to believe it, because she could feel the internal strength in Fu Junqian's body growing.

"Bang..."

Then everyone felt a burst of breakthrough momentum erupting from Fu Junqian's body.

An invisible wave spread outward with her as the center. Fu Cailin had been prepared to take action when she showed signs of a breakthrough. Feeling the invisible wave, he immediately took action to disperse it.

After a moment, Fu Junqian opened her eyes, her face full of joy. As she expected, she had successfully broken through to the peak of the innate realm.

Taking advantage of the good fortune of having a breakthrough in her realm, Fu Junqian stretched out her slender hand and slapped the jar directly.

"Clap clap clap!"

With three sounds of the jar breaking, the contents fell out and floated in the air.

A rectangular piece of paper.

A strange-looking thing.

A palm-sized knife.

Seeing that she had opened a knife, Fu Junqian's face was full of excitement. She turned her head to look at Qin Zhixuan and asked, "Shopkeeper, is that a precious sword?"

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"Yes! You're lucky."

After taking a look at what Fu Junqian opened,

Qin Zhixuan nodded and said calmly, "This knife is called the Snow Drinking Mad Knife. The blade has a cold aura. When it injures someone, the blood in the wound will be frozen solid."

When Rong Jiaojiao heard Qin Zhixuan talk about the effect of the Snow Drinking Mad Knife, she sneered. A knife the size of a palm, let alone being used to hurt people, it is too small even for peeling fruit.

You really take others for fools.