"What's wrong with me?"

Huo Xiang touched his eight-pack abs, thinking that Ms. Wanyan's requirements were too high and her way of speaking needed to be improved.

These days, he eats and drinks well, and the injured back in the dungeon has returned to its original appearance, and every time he takes a bath to observe himself, he can't help but admire this body full of strength and proportions and shapes.

The memory from his muscles made him much more responsive, and he occasionally used some simple martial arts, and it was definitely not a problem to fight with five or six ruffians and hooligans, and it was not natural to be loved by his fellow friends?

Although Wan Yanjing's words were a bit contemptuous, Huo Xiang thought that he was very generous and would not care about it.

Like him, his accurate grasp of language arts is much stronger than that of Yan Jing, and he cleverly decides to change the direction of the topic.

"Lao Xu and Ergou can't find us, will it be because our disguise is too successful? If you want to find them, you don't have to go to that convention. Huo Xiang stroked the goose's feathers, thinking to himself that otherwise, if he put this goose on his shoulder, it would be absolutely eye-catching.

He told Wan Yanjing his thoughts, but Wan Yanjing shook his head.

"No, even if you really see Lao Xu and Ergou, I advise you not to recognize them."

"And why?" Huo Xiang felt that women were really fickle, so he persuaded him to go to the conference just now, and used Lao Xu and Ergou as a reason, but he was not allowed at this time.

He guessed: "Are you afraid that someone has already set their sights on the two of them, and they will be touched by the vine when they converge?" ”

"That's not ......" Yan Jing stopped talking, she couldn't say that she suspected that Lao Xu was digging a pit for her, not like a good person.

But Huo Xiang has always trusted Lao Xu, Lao Xu has raised horse-drawn carriages for the palace for many years, and his loyalty to King Xuan is also visible from the sun and the moon, maybe she misunderstood?

Something flashed through her mind, and Wan Yanjing felt as if she had missed something.

After a dreamless night, Huo Xiang got up early and went out to participate in the Nalaoshzi Evil Eradication Conference.

Wanyan slept until she woke up naturally, and she was rarely stunned in bed for a while before getting up.

Sanjiu lay quietly beside her, Wan Yanjing thought of something, and her fingers couldn't help but caress the lines on the hilt, as well as the slightly larger scabbard bound by strips of cloth.

This knife originally had a scabbard, but unfortunately she fell in the carriage outside the underground palace, and after coming to Luyang City, Huo Xiang went to the weapon shop to buy a knife, and by the way, he gave it a similar scabbard, but it was not tailor-made, and it was still not suitable in the end, and he was wronged by this good knife.

Sanjiu was given to her by Yang Sangu when she started to practice knives, and she didn't explain the origin, but everyone knew it.

The length of this knife is extremely suitable for her, the appearance is also good-looking, and the name is also good-sounding, Wan Yanjing is not ignorant of weapons, and she can see its value at a glance.

Yang Sangu opened a martial arts hall, I am afraid that she will not be able to take out such a good knife, it should be handed over to her by Huo Xiangtuo Yang Sangu.

It's just that Huo Xiang didn't say it, and she always pretended not to know.

It's just a knife, it's nothing.

It's just that she didn't expect that this knife was actually made by Huo Xiang himself.

Wan Yanjing closed her eyes, and the scene in last night's dream was still vivid.

The hot iron room, the heavy pitch-black furnace was blazing with white flames, and I don't know what was burning, and it seemed that the temperature was much higher than that of ordinary flames.

Lao Xu followed alongside, polishing a white piece of metal, which was the root of the handle of the Sanjiu knife.

"Why did the prince suddenly remember to fight a knife? The pattern of this knife is really ingenious, I don't know where the prince got it? ”

Huo Xiang was naked, slamming and slamming: "I painted it, I will give it to you if you want it." ”

"The prince is still a good blacksmith!" Lao Xu raised his voice to praise the boss, and he seemed to be surprised by Huo Xiang's omnipotence: "Forget it, if there is no cold iron and source gold, you can't make it with drawings, is it for the princess?" ”

Huo Xiang was silent for a while, and then he laughed and said: "Her efforts in practicing martial arts must be very eager to kill me, so she must not be given a sharp knife, otherwise ordinary knives may not be able to cut my cheeky skin." ”

Lao Xu didn't speak, only sighed leisurely......

"Bang bang bang!"

Sanjiu gradually took shape in the tempering and turned into what it is now.

Wan Yanjing opened her eyes and re-examined the knife in front of her, and sighed for a long time.

Breakfast was set on the table, a bowl of porridge, a plate of steamed dumplings and a plate of side dishes.

The table is a little close to the door, you can clearly hear the sound outside the door, and there are guests and sweepers coming and going from time to time outside the house, it seems that the business of the inn is as good as ever.

After eating about the same time, the voice of a middle-aged man not far from the door attracted Wan Yanjing's attention.

Originally, it was just an inconsequential greeting, but a name made Wan Yanjing instantly prick up her ears.

The middle-aged man said, "Yo, is it Monk Mo Li?" You're here too? ”

"Amitabha, does the donor recognize the old man?"

"The master is low-key and doesn't often walk in the rivers and lakes, but the younger generation once met with your uncle when he was young. At that time, the younger generation was only a teenager, and now more than 30 years have passed, the master's demeanor is still the same, but the younger generation has changed a lot, and the master should not recognize it. ”

Mo Li?

Wan Yanjing's heart set off a monstrous wave.

Monk Moli, is it really him? Could it be some homophone or maybe she just misheard.

Once upon a time, there was a sloppy old Taoist priest who said that as long as she could find Monk Mo Li and Patriarch Honglin, she could be relieved of her death.

It's not that she hasn't inquired about these two people, but these two people are like they don't exist, no one has heard of them, and in the end, they can only be treated as the sloppy Taoist priest talking nonsense.

But now, the master who has broken through the iron shoes and has nowhere to find is outside her door?

Could it be too much of a coincidence?

Wan Yanjing hesitated a little, she instinctively felt a little strange, but outside Monk Mo Li and the middle-aged man had already finished greeting each other, and it seemed that they were about to separate.

If she doesn't seize this opportunity, Monk Mo Li is gone, and she may be difficult to find him again in the vast sea of people.

"Click!"

Wan Yanjing opened the door of the house with a knife in her arms, looking for a figure in a dark blur.

"Master Mo Li, please stay!"

Unexpectedly, Monk Mo Li didn't seem to go far, the voice that responded to her was not far away, and the middle-aged man who had greeted him was probably gone

"But Madame called me?"

Wan Yanjing nodded hesitantly: "The little girl's life is not long, someone once said that you can save my life, master." I don't know if this is serious? ”

Monk Mo Li muttered, "If Madame can trust me, you might as well come with me." The old man does know some Qihuang techniques, but they are not subtle, so you might as well show them to your wife. ”

Where to go with him? Isn't it okay here?

Wan Yan Jing endured it without frowning, would it be reckless to come forward this time, or wait for Huo Xiang to come back.

I was sick before, and a notice was hung in the comment area, I don't know if my partners have seen it.

The flu is rampant, so everyone should pay attention to their health.

(End of chapter)