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What makes You Xue even more incredible is that a king of the mysterious realm invites a figure in the spirit wheel realm to temper the 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 black robe man made a move, and the black flying sword suddenly turned into a streamer, 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."

Speaking, he bowed his hands again, and then turned to leave.

"It turned out to be a man from Huangquan Temple."

The dark road.

Su Yi has 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, 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 stopped.

A young man claimed to be an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop, which made him feel incredible.

"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 man in the black robe could not help but arouse curiosity.

"Also ask the guests to speak clearly."

The burly young man is puzzled.

Su Yi said, "It will 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 blacksmith knows.

The man in the black robe couldn't help being stunned and confused.

What is this?

Su Yi said: "You go and tell your master, he knows it himself."

The burly young man took a deep breath and said in a loud voice: "Guest, don't lie to me, if I find out that you lied, I will definitely give you a lesson I will never forget!"

Su Yi smiled, "Come on."

The burly young man turned around and rushed into the blacksmith shop.

Behind the blacksmith shop is a simple courtyard.

In the night, the lanterns under the eaves cast a dim light.

A thin middle-aged man sat in front of a wooden table in the center of the courtyard.

The man's temples are gray, wearing an old cloth robe, his face is firm and stern, and his body has a kind of condensed iron charm.

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.

Smooth it out."

The old monk in black has a hoarse voice, revealing the breath of vicissitudes.

The man in the cloth robe looked calm, unsmiling and silent.

Death, even if fellow Daoists have the means to reach the sky, in the face of such a general trend, they will still be a man's arm blocking the car.

The man in the cloth robe was expressionless

: "Why?"

The turbid eyes of the black-clothed old monk took a deep look at the cloth-robed man, and said, "When I came to visit fellow Daoists, I received advice from Lord Black Crow, and finally understood why he said You will keep silently guarding this smithy in these countless years.

The man in the cloth robe frowned a little.

The old monk in black smiled and said: "In short, the Daoist friend is using the ground as a prison, trapping yourself here, you may be able to keep this city, but you can't keep the people in this city. People. Snow City turned into an empty city that day, what's the difference between it and a dead city?"

The man in the cloth robe was silent, cherishing words like gold.

The black-clothed old monk suppressed his smile and said solemnly: "Lord Black Crow said, as long as fellow Daoists agree, move away the 'tombstone' guarding the city of the dead, and wait for the underworld to return When you are in the world, you will help fellow Daoists get out of trouble!

The man in the cloth robe was still unresponsive, he looked at the old monk in black calmly, and said, "Are you done?"

The old monk in black was startled and was about to say something.

The man in the cloth robe said indifferently: "You can go."

The old monk in black frowned, as if he was a little unhappy, 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 man in the cloth robe 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 descendant is really good. Wuhua, in fact, is a rare good seedling on the road!"

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 he was your old friend, and he insisted on seeing you."

Old friends?

The old monk in black was thoughtful.

The man in cloth robe said indifferently: "Over the years, there have been many liars who claim to be my old friends. You should have a long memory and drive them away, instead of coming to ask 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 man in the cloth robe 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.

The man in cloth robe said, "Acheng, come here."

The burly young man hurried forward.

The man in the cloth robe flicks the sleeve robe at will.

An invisible avenue force 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 to snow in the evening'."

"It's going to snow in the evening..."

The man in the cloth robe muttered to himself.

This sentence seems to contain all kinds of mysteries, making the cloth-robed man 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!"

"Wait."

The man in the cloth robe who had been silent for a while, said, "Go and invite that guest in."

"Huh?"

The burly young man was stunned.

The man in the cloth robe added: "Remember to be respectful to 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 man in the cloth robe 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."

The words were flat, but the burly young man froze all over, and hurried away.

And the man in the cloth robe sitting in the courtyard, a rare dazed color appeared on his hard face as hard as a stone.

It's going to snow in the evening, can I have a drink?

The guy is finally back...

Outside the smithy.

When the old monk in black came out, he saw a youth in a robe and a woman in a plain skirt standing there waiting.

Especially when she saw the woman in the plain skirt, a hint of surprise flashed in the depths of the turbid pupils of the old monk in black.

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?"

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 old monk in black looked stunned.

He never imagined 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 trembled.

This scene undoubtedly means that one of the men and women is an old friend of the owner of the blacksmith shop!

"Who is this man and woman, and where is it 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 old monk in black calmed his mind and looked at the burly young man with a smile.

The burly young man turned his head and left.

Master said, don't let him say a word to this old monk.

The black-clothed old monk's smile solidified, his eyelids twitched, and an inexplicable anger surged into his heart.

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 master of the blacksmith shop don't take him seriously, which makes the black-clothed old monk a little embarrassed.

He took a deep breath and muttered in his heart: "This matter must be figured out!"

Suddenly, the old monk in black looked at the deserted streets in the distance.

In 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 old monk in black 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 cloud pine nut.

"Fellow Daoist, I wish you a smooth journey to the City of Death tomorrow night."

The old monk in black folded his hands together, smiled gently, and bowed to the back of the black-robed man from a distance.

The voice is still echoing, his figure has quietly turned into a black mist and disappeared.

"Who is this old monk, why is the breath so strange and terrible..."

Yunsongzi's expression is uncertain, and his heart is full of doubts.

What I saw and heard in this blacksmith shop today is incredible.