From a family fisherman to a water immortal

Li Quanqing sat in his room, playing with the fist-sized Zhenhai Bell, which was exquisite and blue like jade.

Dingdong~

He shook it slightly, and the water rippled, and a crisp sound came from the bell wall, like the sound of waves surging in the sea, which was pleasant to the ears.

"Aoao~"

Beside him, the Golden Flame Tiger cub raised his head from the animal milk can, trotted over curiously, and stretched out his fleshy claws to touch it.

"You can't use this to sharpen your claws."

Li Quanqing picked up the tiger cub by the back of the neck, threw it back in front of the milk can, and began to refine the Zhenhai Bell.

With the influx of mana, the Zhenhai Bell suddenly dropped its hair, constantly changing size.

"The size of the Ruyi magic ban is indeed a spiritual weapon."

Li Quanqing stroked the magic ban on the surface of the bell wall. As a weapon refiner, it can be said that he gained a lot.

Medium and large magic weapons such as bells, tripods, and ships are generally of the spiritual weapon level, and belong to the daily collection of the foundation-building cultivators for the cultivation of the Dantian.

After all, magic weapons cannot be enlarged or reduced. A cultivator carrying a large tripod to fight with others is so beautiful that it is unimaginable.

Li Quanqing turned the Zhenhai Bell over and found that the copper button hanging the bell tongue inside was indeed missing a part.

The copper bells used by mortals are often hollow inside and need to be hit with a wooden hammer to make a sound.

It is naturally impossible for a cultivator to refine a large bell as a spiritual weapon and match it with an iron rod. That would be too low-class.

Moreover, after the bell-shaped spiritual weapon is reduced, it is similar to a bell, so many bells will add a bell tongue inside, which can be used as two magic weapons.

"This crack looks like it was split by a sword..."

Li Quanqing touched the crack on the Zhenhai Bell. Even after a long time, it still felt a little prickly.

His Gengjin Sword Technique had already reached perfection, and he could easily detect that it was the residual sword energy, which was like a maggot attached to the bone, eating away the body of the bell.

Li Quanqing used the blue sea magic power, rolling like a rushing river, to wipe out all the sword energy bit by bit.

Ding Ding Ding!

During this process, the Zhenhai Bell also rang without wind, actively cooperating, and the wave-like patterns on the surface of the bell wall were blooming with shimmering waves.

It is really worthy of being a spiritual weapon, with a trace of spirituality, and it is easy to use.

"Aoao~"

The sound of the bell echoed in the room. Even if it did not launch the killing power, it still shook the soul and made people's heads swell.

Jin Yanhu was so uncomfortable that he kept howling, and his furry tail was shaking.

The little guy scratched with his claws and got directly into the milk can. The two wings that had not yet fully developed spread out, blocking the mouth of the can like a lid, which made him feel much better.

The clear bell sounded intermittently, and finally lasted for several days before it completely subsided.

Li Quanqing discovered that the magic power cultivated by the Blue Sea Tide Rising Technique was very compatible with this spiritual weapon.

The spirituality and power of the Zhenhai Bell were brought to the extreme.

Dong! !

After removing the last ray of alien sword energy, the spiritual bell almost turned into a ball of water-blue light, and the magic power was agitated, and suddenly a melodious sound was made.

This sound was low and heavy, and compared with the original crispness, it had an indescribable majesty and solemnity.

Circles of invisible ripples vibrated in the air, deafening, and lasted for a long time, as if even the soul was shocked by the sound.

It was like a wise sword slashing at the soul, cutting off all the dust and distracting thoughts, and the sound of the bell was heard, ethereal like a fairy.

"The power that acts directly on the soul can attack and kill the enemy, and can also enlighten the way."

Li Quanqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes were clear, and his pupils were frighteningly bright.

This time he really picked up a treasure.

The bell sound gradually subsided, and with a click, the pottery jar filled with animal milk shattered, and a greedy little cat covered with milk stains slid out from the gap.

Jin Yanhu's eyes were confused, as if he had just woken up, sitting there with his two hind legs spread out, his belly was round, and his tail was wagging.

[Tigers are powerful] Jin Yanhu: "I, Hu Ritian, love to drink animal milk the most, ah ah!"

[Maturity: 5%]

"You little guy, you are addicted to drinking milk, and you are going to be the emperor of animal milk in the future, right?"

Li Quanqing found it funny and used the clear water to wash the little tiger cub clean.

Seeing that he was going to take a bath, the tiger cub's face was full of resistance. His four paws clung to the edge of the table and refused to let go. Unfortunately, he was no match for the hateful black hand that fell from the sky.

In the end, the golden hair exploded, and the whole little tiger cub became fatter. He was thrown into the warm and soft tiger den.

Not far from the tiger den, there was another den, which contained the eggs of the Qingfeng crane, filled with spiritual sand and constant temperature talismans.

At this time, after being baptized by the sound of the bell, an eggshell cracked and a bald crane came out.

The little Qingfeng crane looked no different from a newly born chick, with pink and tender skin, only a layer of light yellow fluff on its body, and two thin and long legs.

"Chiji!"

The Qingfeng crane opened its beak and made a sound. Before its eyes opened, it knew to find someone to feed it.

Its pointed mouth opened, which was almost bigger than its head, and it kept trembling and calling.

Li Quanqing took out the prepared food, which was some kind of prepared liquid food, and fed it drop by drop into the baby crane's mouth.

After eating and drinking, the baby crane raised its butt and fell asleep in the eggshell. It was also very hungry.

At this time, Li Quanqing had the energy to check the changes of the Zhenhai Bell.

The color of the originally ice-blue bell became deeper and deeper, with a sense of blue like the sea. The sunlight outside the window was reflected on the patterned surface, sparkling, as if it was constantly changing.

"Hey, why do I feel that the crack has become smaller? Is it an illusion?"

Li Quanqing stared at it for a long time before he realized that it was not his illusion.

The Zhenhai Bell was indeed slowly recovering under the nourishment of the blue sea's magic power.

At the crack, strands of magic power were entangled and intertwined. Looking through the cross section, one could vaguely see a blurry little word emerging.

It seems to be a... scripture?

Li Quanqing enlarged the Zhenhai Bell and wanted to take a closer look, but unfortunately the font was still many times smaller than an ant, making him dizzy.

"It should be because the bell has not been repaired completely. The auctioneer was right. I really found an ancient magic scripture!"

Li Quanqing was so happy that he couldn't help but smile.

This change was due to the fact that he found the remaining sword energy and eliminated it completely.

Secondly, it was also because of the "Blue Sea Tide Rising Technique". This technique was quite compatible with the Zhenhai Bell, which made the spirituality of the big bell completely recognize him.

"Could it be that the ruins of the Zhenhai Bell that were excavated have some origins with my Li family?"

Li Quanqing touched his chin and thought.

He knew that the master of the Li family's ancestors was very extraordinary, and was suspected to be a disciple and descendant of a certain big sect, but unfortunately the entire sect had been destroyed long ago.

In the end, he couldn't make it on the mainland, so he went to the East China Sea to open up wasteland.

"Forget it, it's useless to think about these things, it's too far away from me."

Li Quanqing held the Zhenhai Bell, and he could be sure that this scripture should be related to the soul.

The stronger the spiritual body, the greater the probability of obtaining inheritance.

Thinking of this, the young man took out the Taiyin Soul Nourishing Water, dripped a few drops on his eyes again, and slowly meditated on the artistic conception of the bright moon on the sea.

These soul nourishing waters were almost consumed, leaving only two or three bottles.

Fortunately, there was another batch of bright moon shells in Yulongbo. After they matured, they could be used again without saving.

Li Quanqing stayed on the Yishanyun Boat for a few more days. After he had used up all the spirit stones in his pocket, he returned to Yulong Island with the tiger cub in his arms, feeling satisfied.