Chapter 225: Ancient law

Haze City.
Walking on the bustling streets, Lin Xun was finally confirmed by observation. The killings of the night three days ago seemed to have been affected by Xue Jin’s shots.
This will undoubtedly make Lin find a lot easier.
Not long after, Lin searched for a passing light curtain in the center of the city, and the footsteps suddenly stopped.
I saw a beautiful face on the light curtain, and the woman who looked like Zhuang Su was flying quickly: "Today, we have invited the high-ranking spiritist Fang Hao, who is well-known in the city of Haze, to be followed by him. Identify a snow waterfall knife for us."
Saying, there is a bright and dazzling sword in her hand. "This knife is a mysterious treasure for the master to refine itself. I think many friends have been very curious. Why are the snow waterfalls but the masters? If you refine it yourself, it will be significantly higher in power."
"Below, please ask the seniors to explain to us."
In the light curtain, an old man appeared, wearing a robes, and he was majestic.
Just listen to the sound of a nearby sound.
"Sure enough, he is a predecessor of Fang Wei, but the most famous person in the city of Haze, the accomplishments of the spirits, only one line can advance to the master level."
"The mysterious search for the master has always been the beginning of the dragon. Everyone is curious as to where he is sacred. Now even the predecessors of Fang Fang can not sit still, to identify a spirit from the hands of the master, this can make People are excited, perhaps through this identification, you can find out how powerful the master is."
"Mom, don't be embarrassed, just listen to what the predecessors said."
Lin looked dumb, his eyes swept around, and saw many of the many repairers nearby were squatting there, looking up at the huge light curtain of the passing, each with a curious look.
Lin Xun did not expect that his reputation has now been so loud in the city of Haze, and even been used to spread on the light curtain, please a highly qualified high-level spiritist to identify his work.
This is a rare honor for any spiritualist, but for Lin Xun, it always feels weird. Xuu novel network
He has some doubts about whether the "mysterious master" who is so curious about so many people is himself
At that time, on the light curtain of the passing, the high-level spiritist Fang Fang coughed and took the handle of the snow waterfall knife. He looked seriously: "To tell the truth, when I saw this knife for the first time, I was also found. The master’s skillful approach was shocked. Indeed, the Snowfall Knife is just a human-level genius. The quality of the class is not high, and it is also common in the market.

"But such a sword that has long been recognized by the market and has a mature and stable spirit pattern can be re-given by the masters with a unique approach. This is undoubtedly a pioneering work."
Speaking of this, Fang Hao's look can't help but be excited, and the look brings a touch of fanaticism.
As he explained, the hearts of many of the practitioners were also attracted, and the heart was shocked.
Listening to the vocabulary used by Master Fang, it is doubtful that it is a unique and unconventional initiative. Fang Wei is still not a well-known high-ranking spiritist.
You know, the existence of the spiritist is the most proud. It is simply impossible to let them lower their heads to praise another spiritualist.
But now, square
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As soon as I opened my mouth, I used a kind of cautious tone and praised the mysterious method of finding a master. This is very surprising.
However, as a result, many of the practitioners are more and more curious, and the masters are really as good as they say.
Lin Xun heard these praises, and he was uncomfortable for a while. If he didn't really know the high-ranking spiritist, he doubted whether the old guy was bought and deliberately touted himself.
On the light curtain, Fang Hao looked wild and spit, explaining the snow waterfall knife, using the technical terminology of the spirit.
What is rare is that he can also explain the boring knowledge of the spiritual pattern, which is easy to understand and interesting, and the ones who are present are all smashed.
Lin Xun couldn't stand it anymore. When he refining the snow waterfall sword, he could never be exaggerated as Fang Fang explained.
He really just wants to make money, not for breaking the rules.
This is also normal. After a person has achieved remarkable achievements, naturally there will be many voices that scream for him.
It is only obvious that Fang Hao, a very old spiritualist, obviously used the so-called "mysterious master" as the first-rate high-ranking person, so he would not be so praised and respected.
If you let him know that this mysterious master is only a 14-year-old boy, I don’t know what to think, and whether he will be ashamed to say this.
"The son, this master of search is so powerful, if you can ask him to take a shot, you may be able to repair your ancient law."
Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard next to it, causing Lin to pay attention.
Ancient law
There are still people in this world who have such ancient instruments that have long since disappeared.
Lin was amazed. When he was very young, he saw that Mr. Deer occasionally took out a shape like a drop of water, and played about the size of the instrument.
The sound is sometimes thick and thick, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of time, as if they were in the ancient times, feeling an empty and infinite wasteland.
Sometimes it is empty and lonely, like a lonely repairer, walking alone in the world, looking around, looking for the end of the road.
Sometimes it is simple and pure. If the mountains are flowing, the nature is quiet and refreshing. If you bathe in the sound of the heavens, the soul and the soul will be comforted.
Mr. Lu likes this instrument very much, and has always felt that this life has this companion, even if the avenue has no time, it is not enough.
Later, Lin Xun knew that this instrument, called Guru Lingling, is a musical instrument that has been almost lost in the long river. There are nine holes in it, and each hole will emit different temperament. , the number of avenues.
And if there is a fascinating art in the rhythm to play this thing, even an incredible magical effect can be produced.
It’s just that the ancient law is extremely special. To control it requires extremely harsh conditions, not only the extremely powerful soul power, but also a gift that is inherent in temperament.
At the beginning, Mr. Lu had said that the sound of the ancient law can kill people, but also save people, and use them infinitely, but there are few who can play this thing in the world.
The reason why the ancient lawlings are almost extinct in the long rivers, because there are too few people who can control it, they can hardly find them. As the years go by, this magical instrument gradually disappears into the eyes of the world.
So at this moment, I heard someone mentioning Guruling.
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When I saw this name, Lin Xun was so surprised that I couldn’t help but look up.
Not far away, standing a male brother wearing a green shirt, red lips and white teeth, looks handsome, he held a jade fan, handsome.
And next to the son of the son, there is a small sly.
Seemingly aware of Lin Xing's gaze, the Qingzi Gongzi looked at Lin for a slight smile, modest and courteous, and there was a kind of unspeakable elegance.
Xiao Xiao slanted Lin to look at it, but it looked quite pungent, saying: "Look at what, watch your eyes with long needles"
The sound is crisp and the sound is good.
But I saw that the green shirt screamed: "Hey, it’s rude."
Xiaoxiao grinned and said: "Xiaogongzi, I feel that this guy's eyes are weird, and at first glance it is not good."
The blue-shirted son couldn’t help but scream for a while, and glanced at Xiao Yan, saying: "You will not talk nonsense, I will not bring you out next time."
This little cockroach suddenly had no arrogance and sweared, but his eyes still looked at Lin Xun from time to time, and he was alert to the appearance of a big bad guy.
"This son, I am a self-sufficient person since I was a child. I have been offended too much, but I still hope Haihan." Green shirt said apologetically.
"Nothing."
Lin looked for a bright smile, and he would care about a small sly.
Who ever thought that his smile fell into the eyes of the little girl, and made her look like a hound of fried hair, and warned: "The son, this guy can really infiltrate, even if it is not a bad guy, it is certainly not a good person."
Lin searched for a moment.
But I saw that the green shirt with a jade fan knocked on the head of the cockroach and yelled: "I will be angry if I talk more."
He said that he was looking for a fist in the forest, and he planned to leave with a donkey.
Lin finds this and can't help but say: "Friends, if you want to fix the ancient law, you may really be able to find a master to try."
The green-shirted son was stunned, and the scorpion flashed a touch of color and thought for a moment. This said: "Thank you for your guidance and leave."
Said, has left with a shackle.
Lin looked shrugging. He just wanted to help the other party. After all, because of Mr. Lu’s relationship, he also liked the ancient law, and it was rare to meet someone who owns this thing. If he can help each other, Lin Xun is also very happy.
It is a pity that the other party is obviously not interested in his suggestion.
At this time, on the light curtain of the passing, Fang Hao’s appraisal of the snow waterfall knife is coming to an end.
If possible, I hope that I will have the opportunity to visit the master once in person. If I can hear the teachings from the master, the old man. This life can be no regrets."
A group of practitioners in the field boiled, listening to Fang Hao with a taste of praise, so that they became more curious about the mysterious search for masters, and they have already found the master as a senior.
Only Lin is looking for a glimpse of it. This old guy is just too fanatical, just hope that he will not meet him in this life.
Without further delay, Lin sought to leave in a hurry and went to the spirit-grass commune.
Soon after Lin Xungang left, a woman who was parked in the distance in the bronze plaque, a woman couldn't help but scream and laugh, and the flowers trembled and the tears flowed out quickly.
Ps: Say good tonight, there will definitely be three, but only after the early hours, can't wait for friends to see tomorrow.
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