Chapter 26: Yan Qingying and the Ghost-Headed Seven-Ring Sword
"It's better to come back early. I heard that the sect master will also participate in this heavenly sacrifice ceremony."

"By the way, Senior Brother Ye."

Yan Qingying smiled mysteriously and said: "Li Bayuan is back too, holding a hammer and looking for you to compete."

"..."

Ye Yang frowned: "That stupid boy is really fierce. I just kicked his butt when I was a kid. Why is he still holding a grudge now that he's an adult?"

There are not many disciples of Feitian Sect who are worthy of Ye Yang’s attention, and Yan Qingying is definitely one of them.

She was born into a poor peasant family. Her original name was Yan Funan, which means a prosperous male population. She had an older brother and a younger brother in her family, and boys were favored over girls. Ever since she could remember, she had to carry pots and carry water, do farm work at home, and clean up the dishes.

Even if there were opportunities to study and further their education, they were given to his older brother and younger brother. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he still could not read a single word. Later, his parents sold him to a wealthy family to raise the dowry for his older brother.

On the night of her wedding, she ran away and traveled westwards. She unexpectedly encountered Feitian Sect recruiting disciples, so she joined Feitian Sect and started to study again.

She learned one, two, and three words a day, and gradually became able to read a wide range of books. She gave herself the name Yan Qingying.

In Feitianmen, if Ye Yang is the first person in diligent practice, then Yan Qingying is definitely the second.

Therefore, she was able to rise from a poor farm girl who was illiterate at the age of fifteen or sixteen to be firmly ranked in the first echelon among the disciples of Feitian Sect, and was addressed as Swallow Sword when she went out.

If he were to be honest, Ye Yang had great respect for Yan Qingying.

He can see the progress of his practice, so he makes progress every day, accumulates over time, and never gives up.

Yan Qingying relied entirely on her perseverance.

"The sect's heavenly sacrifice ceremony is imminent, but unfortunately, I spent all my wealth in exchange for only one meridian protection pill."

Yan Qingying sighed secretly, and Ye Yang was deeply touched.

poverty!
It is their common problem.

……

After bidding farewell to Yan Qingying, Ye Yang led the Tuoyun horse to Bai Zizhen's courtyard.

Seeing Ye Yang coming, Bai Zizheng limped over with a set of bowls and chopsticks, inviting Ye Yang to eat and drink together.

When Ye's father was still alive, he and Bai Zizhen had been good friends for many years. At that time, Ye's father was the head of the Guardian Hall and took a lot of care of Bai Zizhen.

Later, when guarding Feitianmen, Ye's father died for his crimes and Bai Zizhen had one leg broken. Considering their old friendship, he took great care of Ye Yang during his growth.

"Uncle Bai, this is the pear blossom white that I brought specially for you from Fengxue Shop. Please try it."

Ye Yang took out two bottles of finely brewed Lihuabai from his bag, lifted the straw rope tied around the Lihuabai, and brought them to Bai Zizhen's table.

Bai Zi was really an old drunkard and put his nose close to it.

I immediately smelled the sweet fragrance of the wine, with a long aftertaste, just like the smell of pear blossoms blooming in spring.

"It's rare that you still have me in your heart. Open it, open it, open it quickly."

Bai Zizhen's head felt itchy as if it was being scratched by a cat. He had drunk all kinds of alcohol in his life.

However, when the younger generation brought wine to me, I was really happy from the bottom of my heart and became excited unconsciously.

The two of them drank a bottle of wine with the food, and kept the remaining bottle.

Ye Yang also told Bai Zizhen about what happened to Fengxue Xiaoshi this time.

As for the matter of the Elephant Demon Fist, he did not mention it at all. The two of them drank heartily with two bottles of Lihuabai and a few dishes.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Bai Zizhen's face was slightly red as he limped into the house. After a while, he came out holding a long gray linen bag.

"Remember what I told you, there will be a reward waiting for you after completing the mission."

"This is?"

Ye Yang looked around curiously

Bai Zizhen opened the long bag, and with a clang, the sound of a knife was heard.

"This ghost-headed seven-ring sword is four feet long, and the handle is seven inches long. There is a ring every three and a half inches, for a total of seven rings."

"I am not good at weapons, so I will give it to you today as a reward for completing your mission."

The long bag was opened, and the knife flashed fiercely in the sunlight.

This knife has a thick back and a wide blade. It is not silver but iridescent blue. It is more than four feet long, with a straight back and a straight blade.

The handle of the knife is a hollow ghost head with a green face and fangs, and a pair of ghost eyes flashing red. Behind the ghost head is a copper ring and a red tassel.

There were seven resounding copper rings on the back of the knife, and the blade was flashing with cold light. When he raised his hand and shook it, there was a sound like hitting metal and stone, which was disturbing.

The shape is exaggerated, Ye Yang thinks it should be a thousand-forged elite soldier.

If elite weapons can be forged a thousand times, cloud patterns will appear on them. They are second only to magic weapons and are very expensive.

"My good friend had originally forged a top-grade magical weapon for someone, but the forging failed, leaving behind a large piece of Gengjin scraps. He then used that scrap to forge a Ghost-Head Seven-Ring Knife and gave it to me."

"This item is of no use to me. You completed your mission very well this time. I give it to you as a reward."

"This is too precious to be used."

Bai Zizhen smiled.

"Try to pick it up first. If you can't swing it, I will take it back."

Ye Yang put his hand on the hilt of the knife, raised his wrist slightly, and his face couldn't help but darken. This ghost-head seven-ring knife was so heavy.

However, after practicing the Elephant Demon Fist, his arm strength increased greatly and his physical strength was amazing. At this moment, with a slight breath, he actually lifted the knife.

"Good strength."

Bai Zizheng's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance. When this ghost-head seven-ring knife was forged, it was mixed with leftover materials of Gengjin, the main material of top-grade magic weapons, so it was extremely sharp and incredibly heavy.

When the seven rings on its back attack, the symphony of collision can disturb people's minds. The flashing red eyes on the ghost head can absorb the enemy's essence. The more people it kills, the more evil the sword becomes.

Ye Yang raised the ghost-head seven-ring knife and chopped forward, and the harsh sound of copper rings colliding was heard.

The blade had already chopped off a round stone the size of a human head on the ground. Like a knife cutting tofu, the round stone was split in half, and the cut was smooth.

"What a sharp knife!"

Ye Yang sighed, if he had this ghost-head seven-ring knife when fighting against the fast sword Lu Qi, he would be confident that he could chop off the opponent's soft sword and leave his head hanging.

(End of this chapter)