Chapter 897
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What makes You Xue even more incredible is that a king of the mysterious realm invites a person from the spirit wheel realm to temper the Dao sword, which is obviously unreasonable.
She couldn't help looking at the black flying sword that had just been tempered.
However, before You Xue could see clearly, the man in the dark robe reached out his hand, and the black flying sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his cuff.
The burly young man smiled honestly and said: "You don't need to be polite. My master once said that as long as you come with the 'Fengdu Order', they are all customers of our shop, and you should treat them well."
The man in Xuanpao smiled and said, "Little friend, you remember clearly, my name is Yunsongzi, and I come from Huangquan Hall. If your master asks, please say hello for me."
Saying that, he cupped his hands again, and then turned to leave.
"It turned out to be a person from Huangquan Temple."
Yuxue dark road.
And Su Yi had already stepped forward and came to the blacksmith shop.
The tall and burly young man scratched his head and said apologetically, "Guest, it's already dark, we're closing."
Su Yi shook his head and said, "I'm not here to refine treasures. If you go and tell your master, just say that an old friend is visiting."
The burly young man was startled and said, "Do the guests recognize my master?"
The black-robed man who had just walked a short distance also stood still.
A young man claimed to be an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop, which made him feel unbelievable.
"If I didn't recognize your master, why should I come?"
Su Yi laughed.
The burly young man hesitated: "Does the guest have a certificate?"
Su Yi thought for a while and said, "You go and tell your master a word, and he will naturally come to see me."
Youxue pricked up her ears, revealing that she was just listening.
Not far away, the black-robed man couldn't help but be aroused by curiosity.
"Also ask the guests to speak clearly."
The burly young man is puzzled.
Su Yi said, "It's going to snow in the evening."
The burly young man was stunned: "Just... this sentence?"
Youxue realized that this must be a riddle that only the owner of the smithy knew.
The man in Xuanpao couldn't help but be stunned and bewildered.
What is this nonsense?
Su Yi said: "Go and tell your master, he knows it himself."
The burly young man took a deep breath and said loudly: "Guest, don't lie to me, if I find out that you lied, I will definitely give you a lesson that will never be forgotten!"
Su Yi smiled, "Come on."
The burly young man turned around and rushed into the blacksmith shop in a hurry.
...
Behind the blacksmith shop is a humble courtyard.
In the dark, the lanterns under the eaves cast a dim light.
A thin middle-aged man sat at the wooden table in the center of the courtyard.
The man's temples were gray, and he was wearing an old cloth robe.
Even sitting there, his figure was as straight as a ruler.
On the opposite side of the cloth-robed man, sat an old monk in a black robe, with cloudy eyes and an old-fashioned appearance.
"Everyone in the world is ignorant, and they don't know at all. If it weren't for the past years, a fellow Taoist, the 'night watchman', was sitting here, and this bustling and bustling Tianxue City would have been wiped out from the world."
The black-clothed old monk's voice was hoarse, revealing an air of vicissitudes.
The cloth-robed man looked calm, unsmiling, and silent.
The old monk in black was used to it, and said with a gentle expression: "No matter what you think in your heart, the sky of the dead city is about to change. In this general trend of the world, those who go with it will prosper, and those who go against it will die. , but in the face of such a general trend, after all, it is the man's arm that stops the car."
The man in the cloth robe said expressionlessly
: "How do you see it?"
The turbid eyes of the black-clothed old monk took a deep look at the cloth-robed man, and said, "When I came here to visit fellow Daoists, I was instructed by Lord Black Crow, and finally understood why Daoist fellows have been acquainted with them during these countless years. I have been silently guarding this blacksmith shop."
The cloth-robed man frowned a little.
The black-clothed old monk smiled and said, "In a nutshell, fellow Daoist is using the ground as a prison and trapping yourself here. You may be able to keep the city, but you can't keep the people in it. That day, the snow city turned into a What is the difference between an empty city and a dead city?"
The cloth-robed man was silent, cherishing words like gold.
The black-clothed old monk withdrew his smile and said solemnly, "Lord Black Crow said, as long as fellow Daoists agree to move away the 'tombstone' guarding the city of the dead, when the Underworld God returns to the world, he will help him. Fellow Daoist, get out of trouble from here!"
The cloth-robed man remained unresponsive. He looked at the black-clothed old monk calmly, and said, "Are you done?"
The black-robed old monk was startled and was about to say something.
The cloth-robed man said indifferently, "You can go."
The black-clothed old monk frowned and seemed a little displeased, but he finally suppressed it.
He stood up and said, "Fellow Daoist, tomorrow night, the scarlet moon will appear again, this time... I'm afraid more people will die."
The cloth-robed man sat there, motionless, as if turning a deaf ear.
The old monk in black shook his head and was about to leave.
A burly young man walked into the courtyard.
At this moment, the black-clothed old monk was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled gently and said: "Fellow Daoist, your successor is really good, the bones of the Dao are natural, and the inner essence of the gods seems to be as innocent as jade, but in fact it is a rare one on the road. Good seedlings to see!"
The burly young man hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Senior is wrong."
Beside the wooden table, the cloth-robed man frowned and said, "Who let you in?"
The burly young man trembled all over, lowered his head, and said, "A guest came from outside the shop, saying that it was your old friend, Master, and he insisted on seeing you."
Old friend?
The old monk in black was thoughtful.
The cloth-robed man said indifferently: "In the past few years, there have been many liars who claimed to be my old friends. You should have a long memory and blast them away instead of asking me for instructions."
The burly young man said quickly: "The man said, let me tell the master a word, and the master will know who he is."
The cloth-robed man was startled.
Then, he looked at the old monk in black calmly, and said, "You should leave."
The old monk in black was silent for a moment, nodded, and walked away.
Until the figure of the black-clothed old monk disappeared, the cloth-robed man said, "Acheng, come here."
The burly young man stepped forward quickly.
The man in the cloth robe flicked his sleeve robe at will.
An invisible avenue power quietly enveloped the courtyard.
Then, he looked at the burly young man and said, "What did that person say?"
The burly young man said: "The man said something inexplicable, called 'the sky wants snow in the evening'."
"It's going to snow in the evening..."
The cloth-robed man muttered to himself.
These words seemed to contain all kinds of mysteries, causing the cloth-robed man to fall into silence.
"Master, don't you understand?"
The burly young man said angrily, "I knew that guy was a liar! I'm going to clean him up now!"
"Hold on."
The cloth-robed man who had been silent for a long time spoke up and said, "Go and invite that guest in."
"what?"
The burly young man was stunned.
The cloth-robed man added: "Remember to respect that person."
"This……"
The burly young man suddenly realized that something was wrong,
Carefully said, "Master, that person is only in his teens, just a young man..."
The cloth-robed man glanced at the burly young man and said, "Come on, if you meet the old monk, you are not allowed to say a word to him again."
The words were flat, but the burly young man froze all over, and hurriedly left.
As for the man in the cloth robe sitting in the courtyard, there was a rare look of trance on his hard and firm face.
In the evening, the sky wants to snow, can I have a drink?
That guy is finally back...
...
Outside the blacksmith shop.
When the old monk in black came out, he saw a youth in a green robe and a woman in a plain skirt standing there waiting for the first time.
Especially when he saw the woman in the plain skirt, a hint of surprise flashed in the depths of the turbid pupils of the black-clothed old monk.
Immediately, he smiled gently and said to the woman in the plain skirt, "I take the liberty to ask, is the girl coming to visit the master here?"
You Xue was startled, no doubt, he thought that the person who was qualified to call himself the "old friend" of the owner of the blacksmith shop was himself, which made her secretly laugh in her heart.
However, she ignored it and did not respond.
Because she never likes talking to strangers, especially the old monk in front of her, who is full of evil spirits, obviously an evil cultivator.
This ignoring attitude made the black clothed old monk frown slightly, and then he looked at Su Yi with a smile, "Could it be this little friend?"
Su Yi glanced at the old monk in black lightly, and said, "What's the matter with you?"
The black-robed old monk's expression froze.
He didn't expect that this man and woman would be stronger than each other!
At this time, the burly young man came out in a hurry, and bowed to Su Yi with a simple and honest smile: "Guests, my master invites you in."
The black clothed old monk's eyes narrowed quietly, his heart shaking.
This scene undoubtedly means that one of the men and women is an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop!
"Who are these men and women, and where are they sacred?"
The eyes of the black-robed old monk flickered.
Before he could understand, Su Yi took You Xue and strode into the blacksmith shop.
"Little friend..."
The black-robed old monk stabilized his mind and looked at the burly young man with a smile.
The burly young man turned his head and left.
Master said, do not let him say a word to this old monk.
The smile on the black-robed old monk's face solidified, his eyelids twitched, and an inexplicable anger surged into his heart.
Being ignored by the woman in the plain skirt, he endured it.
Being scolded by the youth in robe, he endured it.
Now even the disciples of the blacksmith shop owner don't take him seriously, which makes the black-clothed old monk lose face.
He took a deep breath and murmured in his heart: "This matter must be figured out!"
Immediately, the black-clothed old monk suddenly looked at the deserted streets in the distance.
In the darkness of the night, in front of a shop that had already closed, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back.
The black-robed old monk recognized each other at a glance.
The Supreme Elder of Huangquan Palace, Yunsongzi!
The old monk in black remembered that when he came to visit the owner of the blacksmith shop today, his disciple A Cheng was tempering the Dao sword for this Yunsongzi.
"Fellow Daoist, I wish you a smooth journey to the City of Death tomorrow night."
The black-clothed old monk folded his hands together, smiled gently, and gave a salutation to the back of the black-robed man from a distance.
The voice is still echoing, and his figure has quietly turned into a black mist and disappeared.
"Who is this old monk, why is the breath so strange and terrible..."
Yun Songzi's expression was uncertain, and his heart was full of doubts.
I just feel that what I saw and heard in this blacksmith shop today is unbelievable.
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What makes You Xue even more incredible is that a king of the mysterious realm invites a person from the spirit wheel realm to temper the Dao sword, which is obviously unreasonable.
She couldn't help looking at the black flying sword that had just been tempered.
However, before You Xue could see clearly, the man in the dark robe reached out his hand, and the black flying sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his cuff.
The burly young man smiled honestly and said: "You don't need to be polite. My master once said that as long as you come with the 'Fengdu Order', they are all customers of our shop, and you should treat them well."
The man in Xuanpao smiled and said, "Little friend, you remember clearly, my name is Yunsongzi, and I come from Huangquan Hall. If your master asks, please say hello for me."
Saying that, he cupped his hands again, and then turned to leave.
"It turned out to be a person from Huangquan Temple."
Yuxue dark road.
And Su Yi had already stepped forward and came to the blacksmith shop.
The tall and burly young man scratched his head and said apologetically, "Guest, it's already dark, we're closing."
Su Yi shook his head and said, "I'm not here to refine treasures. If you go and tell your master, just say that an old friend is visiting."
The burly young man was startled and said, "Do the guests recognize my master?"
The black-robed man who had just walked a short distance also stood still.
A young man claimed to be an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop, which made him feel unbelievable.
"If I didn't recognize your master, why should I come?"
Su Yi laughed.
The burly young man hesitated: "Does the guest have a certificate?"
Su Yi thought for a while and said, "You go and tell your master a word, and he will naturally come to see me."
Youxue pricked up her ears, revealing that she was just listening.
Not far away, the black-robed man couldn't help but be aroused by curiosity.
"Also ask the guests to speak clearly."
The burly young man is puzzled.
Su Yi said, "It's going to snow in the evening."
The burly young man was stunned: "Just... this sentence?"
Youxue realized that this must be a riddle that only the owner of the smithy knew.
The man in Xuanpao couldn't help but be stunned and bewildered.
What is this nonsense?
Su Yi said: "Go and tell your master, he knows it himself."
The burly young man took a deep breath and said loudly: "Guest, don't lie to me, if I find out that you lied, I will definitely give you a lesson that will never be forgotten!"
Su Yi smiled, "Come on."
The burly young man turned around and rushed into the blacksmith shop in a hurry.
...
Behind the blacksmith shop is a humble courtyard.
In the dark, the lanterns under the eaves cast a dim light.
A thin middle-aged man sat at the wooden table in the center of the courtyard.
The man's temples were gray, and he was wearing an old cloth robe.
Even sitting there, his figure was as straight as a ruler.
On the opposite side of the cloth-robed man, sat an old monk in a black robe, with cloudy eyes and an old-fashioned appearance.
"Everyone in the world is ignorant, and they don't know at all. If it weren't for the past years, a fellow Taoist, the 'night watchman', was sitting here, and this bustling and bustling Tianxue City would have been wiped out from the world."
The black-clothed old monk's voice was hoarse, revealing an air of vicissitudes.
The cloth-robed man looked calm, unsmiling, and silent.
The old monk in black was used to it, and said with a gentle expression: "No matter what you think in your heart, the sky of the dead city is about to change. In this general trend of the world, those who go with it will prosper, and those who go against it will die. , but in the face of such a general trend, after all, it is the man's arm that stops the car."
The man in the cloth robe said expressionlessly
: "How do you see it?"
The turbid eyes of the black-clothed old monk took a deep look at the cloth-robed man, and said, "When I came here to visit fellow Daoists, I was instructed by Lord Black Crow, and finally understood why Daoist fellows have been acquainted with them during these countless years. I have been silently guarding this blacksmith shop."
The cloth-robed man frowned a little.
The black-clothed old monk smiled and said, "In a nutshell, fellow Daoist is using the ground as a prison and trapping yourself here. You may be able to keep the city, but you can't keep the people in it. That day, the snow city turned into a What is the difference between an empty city and a dead city?"
The cloth-robed man was silent, cherishing words like gold.
The black-clothed old monk withdrew his smile and said solemnly, "Lord Black Crow said, as long as fellow Daoists agree to move away the 'tombstone' guarding the city of the dead, when the Underworld God returns to the world, he will help him. Fellow Daoist, get out of trouble from here!"
The cloth-robed man remained unresponsive. He looked at the black-clothed old monk calmly, and said, "Are you done?"
The black-robed old monk was startled and was about to say something.
The cloth-robed man said indifferently, "You can go."
The black-clothed old monk frowned and seemed a little displeased, but he finally suppressed it.
He stood up and said, "Fellow Daoist, tomorrow night, the scarlet moon will appear again, this time... I'm afraid more people will die."
The cloth-robed man sat there, motionless, as if turning a deaf ear.
The old monk in black shook his head and was about to leave.
A burly young man walked into the courtyard.
At this moment, the black-clothed old monk was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled gently and said: "Fellow Daoist, your successor is really good, the bones of the Dao are natural, and the inner essence of the gods seems to be as innocent as jade, but in fact it is a rare one on the road. Good seedlings to see!"
The burly young man hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Senior is wrong."
Beside the wooden table, the cloth-robed man frowned and said, "Who let you in?"
The burly young man trembled all over, lowered his head, and said, "A guest came from outside the shop, saying that it was your old friend, Master, and he insisted on seeing you."
Old friend?
The old monk in black was thoughtful.
The cloth-robed man said indifferently: "In the past few years, there have been many liars who claimed to be my old friends. You should have a long memory and blast them away instead of asking me for instructions."
The burly young man said quickly: "The man said, let me tell the master a word, and the master will know who he is."
The cloth-robed man was startled.
Then, he looked at the old monk in black calmly, and said, "You should leave."
The old monk in black was silent for a moment, nodded, and walked away.
Until the figure of the black-clothed old monk disappeared, the cloth-robed man said, "Acheng, come here."
The burly young man stepped forward quickly.
The man in the cloth robe flicked his sleeve robe at will.
An invisible avenue power quietly enveloped the courtyard.
Then, he looked at the burly young man and said, "What did that person say?"
The burly young man said: "The man said something inexplicable, called 'the sky wants snow in the evening'."
"It's going to snow in the evening..."
The cloth-robed man muttered to himself.
These words seemed to contain all kinds of mysteries, causing the cloth-robed man to fall into silence.
"Master, don't you understand?"
The burly young man said angrily, "I knew that guy was a liar! I'm going to clean him up now!"
"Hold on."
The cloth-robed man who had been silent for a long time spoke up and said, "Go and invite that guest in."
"what?"
The burly young man was stunned.
The cloth-robed man added: "Remember to respect that person."
"This……"
The burly young man suddenly realized that something was wrong,
Carefully said, "Master, that person is only in his teens, just a young man..."
The cloth-robed man glanced at the burly young man and said, "Come on, if you meet the old monk, you are not allowed to say a word to him again."
The words were flat, but the burly young man froze all over, and hurriedly left.
As for the man in the cloth robe sitting in the courtyard, there was a rare look of trance on his hard and firm face.
In the evening, the sky wants to snow, can I have a drink?
That guy is finally back...
...
Outside the blacksmith shop.
When the old monk in black came out, he saw a youth in a green robe and a woman in a plain skirt standing there waiting for the first time.
Especially when he saw the woman in the plain skirt, a hint of surprise flashed in the depths of the turbid pupils of the black-clothed old monk.
Immediately, he smiled gently and said to the woman in the plain skirt, "I take the liberty to ask, is the girl coming to visit the master here?"
You Xue was startled, no doubt, he thought that the person who was qualified to call himself the "old friend" of the owner of the blacksmith shop was himself, which made her secretly laugh in her heart.
However, she ignored it and did not respond.
Because she never likes talking to strangers, especially the old monk in front of her, who is full of evil spirits, obviously an evil cultivator.
This ignoring attitude made the black clothed old monk frown slightly, and then he looked at Su Yi with a smile, "Could it be this little friend?"
Su Yi glanced at the old monk in black lightly, and said, "What's the matter with you?"
The black-robed old monk's expression froze.
He didn't expect that this man and woman would be stronger than each other!
At this time, the burly young man came out in a hurry, and bowed to Su Yi with a simple and honest smile: "Guests, my master invites you in."
The black clothed old monk's eyes narrowed quietly, his heart shaking.
This scene undoubtedly means that one of the men and women is an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop!
"Who are these men and women, and where are they sacred?"
The eyes of the black-robed old monk flickered.
Before he could understand, Su Yi took You Xue and strode into the blacksmith shop.
"Little friend..."
The black-robed old monk stabilized his mind and looked at the burly young man with a smile.
The burly young man turned his head and left.
Master said, do not let him say a word to this old monk.
The smile on the black-robed old monk's face solidified, his eyelids twitched, and an inexplicable anger surged into his heart.
Being ignored by the woman in the plain skirt, he endured it.
Being scolded by the youth in robe, he endured it.
Now even the disciples of the blacksmith shop owner don't take him seriously, which makes the black-clothed old monk lose face.
He took a deep breath and murmured in his heart: "This matter must be figured out!"
Immediately, the black-clothed old monk suddenly looked at the deserted streets in the distance.
In the darkness of the night, in front of a shop that had already closed, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back.
The black-robed old monk recognized each other at a glance.
The Supreme Elder of Huangquan Palace, Yunsongzi!
The old monk in black remembered that when he came to visit the owner of the blacksmith shop today, his disciple A Cheng was tempering the Dao sword for this Yunsongzi.
"Fellow Daoist, I wish you a smooth journey to the City of Death tomorrow night."
The black-clothed old monk folded his hands together, smiled gently, and gave a salutation to the back of the black-robed man from a distance.
The voice is still echoing, and his figure has quietly turned into a black mist and disappeared.
"Who is this old monk, why is the breath so strange and terrible..."
Yun Songzi's expression was uncertain, and his heart was full of doubts.
I just feel that what I saw and heard in this blacksmith shop today is unbelievable.
What makes You Xue even more incredible is that a king of the mysterious realm invites a person from the spirit wheel realm to temper the Dao sword, which is obviously unreasonable. She couldn't help looking at the black flying sword that had just been tempered. However, before You Xue could see clearly, the man in the dark robe reached out his hand, and the black flying sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his cuff. The burly young man smiled honestly and said: "You don't need to be polite. My master once said that as long as you come with the 'Fengdu Order', they are all customers of our shop, and you should treat them well." The man in Xuanpao smiled and said, "Little friend, you remember clearly, my name is Yunsongzi, and I come from Huangquan Hall. If your master asks, please say hello for me." Saying that, he cupped his hands again, and then turned to leave. "It turned out to be a person from Huangquan Temple." Yuxue dark road. And Su Yi had already stepped forward and came to the blacksmith shop. The tall and burly young man scratched his head and said apologetically, "Guest, it's already dark, we're closing." Su Yi shook his head and said, "I'm not here to refine treasures. If you go and tell your master, just say that an old friend is visiting." The burly young man was startled and said, "Do the guests recognize my master?" The black-robed man who had just walked a short distance also stood still. A young man claimed to be an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop, which made him feel unbelievable. "If I didn't recognize your master, why should I come?" Su Yi laughed. The burly young man hesitated: "Does the guest have a certificate?" Su Yi thought for a while and said, "You go and tell your master a word, and he will naturally come to see me." Youxue pricked up her ears, revealing that she was just listening. Not far away, the black-robed man couldn't help but be aroused by curiosity. "Also ask the guests to speak clearly." The burly young man is puzzled. Su Yi said, "It's going to snow in the evening." The burly young man was stunned: "Just... this sentence?" Youxue realized that this must be a riddle that only the owner of the smithy knew. The man in Xuanpao couldn't help but be stunned and bewildered. What is this nonsense? Su Yi said: "Go and tell your master, he knows it himself." The burly young man took a deep breath and said loudly: "Guest, don't lie to me, if I find out that you lied, I will definitely give you a lesson that will never be forgotten!" Su Yi smiled, "Come on." The burly young man turned around and rushed into the blacksmith shop in a hurry. ... Behind the blacksmith shop is a humble courtyard. In the dark, the lanterns under the eaves cast a dim light. A thin middle-aged man sat at the wooden table in the center of the courtyard. The man's temples were gray, and he was wearing an old cloth robe. Even sitting there, his figure was as straight as a ruler. On the opposite side of the cloth-robed man, sat an old monk in a black robe, with cloudy eyes and an old-fashioned appearance. "Everyone in the world is ignorant, and they don't know at all. If it weren't for the past years, a fellow Taoist, the 'night watchman', was sitting here, and this bustling and bustling Tianxue City would have been wiped out from the world." The black-clothed old monk's voice was hoarse, revealing an air of vicissitudes. The cloth-robed man looked calm, unsmiling, and silent. The old monk in black was used to it, and said with a gentle expression: "No matter what you think in your heart, the sky of the dead city is about to change. In this general trend of the world, those who go with it will prosper, and those who go against it will die. , but in the face of such a general trend, after all, it is the man's arm that stops the car." The man in the cloth robe said expressionlessly : "How do you see it?" The turbid eyes of the black-clothed old monk took a deep look at the cloth-robed man, and said, "When I came here to visit fellow Daoists, I was instructed by Lord Black Crow, and finally understood why Daoist fellows have been acquainted with them during these countless years. I have been silently guarding this blacksmith shop." The cloth-robed man frowned a little. The black-clothed old monk smiled and said, "In a nutshell, fellow Daoist is using the ground as a prison and trapping yourself here. You may be able to keep the city, but you can't keep the people in it. That day, the snow city turned into a What is the difference between an empty city and a dead city?" The cloth-robed man was silent, cherishing words like gold. The black-clothed old monk withdrew his smile and said solemnly, "Lord Black Crow said, as long as fellow Daoists agree to move away the 'tombstone' guarding the city of the dead, when the Underworld God returns to the world, he will help him. Fellow Daoist, get out of trouble from here!" The cloth-robed man remained unresponsive. He looked at the black-clothed old monk calmly, and said, "Are you done?" The black-robed old monk was startled and was about to say something. The cloth-robed man said indifferently, "You can go." The black-clothed old monk frowned and seemed a little displeased, but he finally suppressed it. He stood up and said, "Fellow Daoist, tomorrow night, the scarlet moon will appear again, this time... I'm afraid more people will die." The cloth-robed man sat there, motionless, as if turning a deaf ear. The old monk in black shook his head and was about to leave. A burly young man walked into the courtyard. At this moment, the black-clothed old monk was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled gently and said: "Fellow Daoist, your successor is really good, the bones of the Dao are natural, and the inner essence of the gods seems to be as innocent as jade, but in fact it is a rare one on the road. Good seedlings to see!" The burly young man hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Senior is wrong." Beside the wooden table, the cloth-robed man frowned and said, "Who let you in?" The burly young man trembled all over, lowered his head, and said, "A guest came from outside the shop, saying that it was your old friend, Master, and he insisted on seeing you." Old friend? The old monk in black was thoughtful. The cloth-robed man said indifferently: "In the past few years, there have been many liars who claimed to be my old friends. You should have a long memory and blast them away instead of asking me for instructions." The burly young man said quickly: "The man said, let me tell the master a word, and the master will know who he is." The cloth-robed man was startled. Then, he looked at the old monk in black calmly, and said, "You should leave." The old monk in black was silent for a moment, nodded, and walked away. Until the figure of the black-clothed old monk disappeared, the cloth-robed man said, "Acheng, come here." The burly young man stepped forward quickly. The man in the cloth robe flicked his sleeve robe at will. An invisible avenue power quietly enveloped the courtyard. Then, he looked at the burly young man and said, "What did that person say?" The burly young man said: "The man said something inexplicable, called 'the sky wants snow in the evening'." "It's going to snow in the evening..." The cloth-robed man muttered to himself. These words seemed to contain all kinds of mysteries, causing the cloth-robed man to fall into silence. "Master, don't you understand?" The burly young man said angrily, "I knew that guy was a liar! I'm going to clean him up now!" "Hold on." The cloth-robed man who had been silent for a long time spoke up and said, "Go and invite that guest in." "what?" The burly young man was stunned. The cloth-robed man added: "Remember to respect that person." "This" The burly young man suddenly realized that something was wrong, Carefully said, "Master, that person is only in his teens, just a young man..." The cloth-robed man glanced at the burly young man and said, "Come on, if you meet the old monk, you are not allowed to say a word to him again." The words were flat, but the burly young man froze all over, and hurriedly left. As for the man in the cloth robe sitting in the courtyard, there was a rare look of trance on his hard and firm face. In the evening, the sky wants to snow, can I have a drink? That guy is finally back... ... Outside the blacksmith shop. When the old monk in black came out, he saw a youth in a green robe and a woman in a plain skirt standing there waiting for the first time. Especially when he saw the woman in the plain skirt, a hint of surprise flashed in the depths of the turbid pupils of the black-clothed old monk. Immediately, he smiled gently and said to the woman in the plain skirt, "I take the liberty to ask, is the girl coming to visit the master here?" You Xue was startled, no doubt, he thought that the person who was qualified to call himself the "old friend" of the owner of the blacksmith shop was himself, which made her secretly laugh in her heart. However, she ignored it and did not respond. Because she never likes talking to strangers, especially the old monk in front of her, who is full of evil spirits, obviously an evil cultivator. This ignoring attitude made the black clothed old monk frown slightly, and then he looked at Su Yi with a smile, "Could it be this little friend?" Su Yi glanced at the old monk in black lightly, and said, "What's the matter with you?" The black-robed old monk's expression froze. He didn't expect that this man and woman would be stronger than each other! At this time, the burly young man came out in a hurry, and bowed to Su Yi with a simple and honest smile: "Guests, my master invites you in." The black clothed old monk's eyes narrowed quietly, his heart shaking. This scene undoubtedly means that one of the men and women is an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop! "Who are these men and women, and where are they sacred?" The eyes of the black-robed old monk flickered. Before he could understand, Su Yi took You Xue and strode into the blacksmith shop. "Little friend..." The black-robed old monk stabilized his mind and looked at the burly young man with a smile. The burly young man turned his head and left. Master said, do not let him say a word to this old monk. The smile on the black-robed old monk's face solidified, his eyelids twitched, and an inexplicable anger surged into his heart. Being ignored by the woman in the plain skirt, he endured it. Being scolded by the youth in robe, he endured it. Now even the disciples of the blacksmith shop owner don't take him seriously, which makes the black-clothed old monk lose face. He took a deep breath and murmured in his heart: "This matter must be figured out!" Immediately, the black-clothed old monk suddenly looked at the deserted streets in the distance. In the darkness of the night, in front of a shop that had already closed, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back. The black-robed old monk recognized each other at a glance. The Supreme Elder of Huangquan Palace, Yunsongzi! The old monk in black remembered that when he came to visit the owner of the blacksmith shop today, his disciple A Cheng was tempering the Dao sword for this Yunsongzi. "Fellow Daoist, I wish you a smooth journey to the City of Death tomorrow night." The black-clothed old monk folded his hands together, smiled gently, and gave a salutation to the back of the black-robed man from a distance. The voice is still echoing, and his figure has quietly turned into a black mist and disappeared. "Who is this old monk, why is the breath so strange and terrible..." Yun Songzi's expression was uncertain, and his heart was full of doubts. I just feel that what I saw and heard in this blacksmith shop today is unbelievable.
