Wen Keshu has followed the head of the Wen family a few times, and he has introduced it in detail, although many details are not very clear about the specific operation, after all, their Wen family is not a sect, and it is originally a relatively strange force. It can't be regarded as a single sect, but it is not the Shennong Sect, and only a sect like the Shennong Sect that is recognized and respected by the entire Blue Star can enjoy such a unique treatment.

Like some other sects that require special requirements for bloodline masters, such as the non-toxic sect, which studies toxicology and claims to make the world drug-free, it is actually based on special poison production. Such a sect can cure strange poisons, but it is not recognized by the world, and it is unlikely that there will be such a special case as the Wen family.

After listening to Wen Keshu's introduction, Song Pingcun was very interested and wanted to see it, but the problem of living became a big problem.

At this time, counting the days, it is only May 20th, but the entire Fang Market is empty, as for the daily maintenance that Wanbaozong said, it is just a disguise, and there is no figure. It's not bleak, but it's extremely deserted, and if you stay here for ten days, it's really frightening.

They didn't care along the way, when the horses needed to rest, Song Pingcun and Hongcui and the two women in green were all in the stage of stabilizing the realm, and they didn't care whether the aura was strong or not, and they were not picky about their own meditation and conditioning.

Except for one Shan Xi, he got used to all kinds of sleeping positions and couches along the way, on the ground, on the fork of the tree, and he could sleep anywhere. Passing through some small towns and cities, the most you can do is take a hot bath, which is more comfortable than taking a cold mountain spring in the wild.

Sometimes when he went to the mountain spring to clean, Song Pingcun would hand him a pill, anyway, every time he ate this pill, the old mud that washed his body still smelled, but his body was more and more refreshing every time.

Song Pingcun was going to go through the Fang City to find a more suitable place and settle down first. Wait for a few days to see the bustle of the market, so let the carriage go all the way without stopping.

The delicate buildings on both sides of the long street along the way have their own signboards and doors, and at a glance, you can roughly guess the location of some sects here. The carriage slowed down towards the end of the street. But I heard a burst of clanging knocking sounds from the surprisingly quiet Fang Market, as if it was the sound of iron weapons clashing, but it didn't look like a fight, and the frequency and rhythm were very regular.

Song Pingcun listened carefully, and the sound came from the back street at the end of Fang City.

That's very strange! There is no shadow of the market, although it is only at the end of the long street, how can someone strike iron, it is difficult not to doubt.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and Song Pingcun is already a little worried about what the door of death is doing. He didn't intend to provoke it, and each of these accidents was more difficult to guess. Wen Keshu saw that Song Pingcun was not curious and changed direction, so he prepared to take the group and leave directly through the main street of Fang City.

The carriage drove to the end of the street without stopping and still maintained its original rhythm. But the more you don't want to provoke, the more trouble will come.

At the end of the street, the sound of the iron striking became clearer and clearer. Each stroke was like a knock on their hearts, and the sound was like a kind of magic that made people's spirits vibrate.

In addition to Liu Yiyi and Song Pingcun, the horse and several people who pulled the carriage began to be drowsy, their bodies swayed, and they were unstable, and the big black dog was lying on his stomach in the back of the carriage, and at this time his paws grabbed the car board and hissed, and it was only a breath of time for Shan Xi to fall directly from the horse's back, if it weren't for Liu Yiyi's shot, he would have to fall and break the blood.

Liu Yiyi has not made a move, it is to see Song Pingcun's acceptance, and now it seems that although Gongzi only has a seed, he can be regarded as a master of spiritual power and divine soul in Lanxing, and it is difficult to say whether he will suddenly break through the memory seal in advance one day. After all, the judgment of the Divine Realm is that the cultivation of the Divine Fetus to the consummation of nine inches and nine tails, and the real mortal realm will be closed to the peak of the Divine Realm. The demigods after the Harmony Realm are to spiritualize themselves, and there is no limit to longevity.

Song Pingcun had to jump out of the carriage, pick up Shan Xi, who had fallen from the horse to the ground and was lying on the ground, and sighed. "Senior, why bother? If you want to stop me from moving forward, wouldn't it be good to just say it? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Pingcun's whistle sounded, and a few people who were groggy came to their senses, and Hongcui and Greenyi hurriedly grabbed the reins of the carriage. Wen Keshu jumped off the horse and hurriedly came over to support Shan Xi.

The sound of thrashing, as if hearing Song Pingcun's whispers, slowly stopped.

"The little doll passed through the door and didn't enter, did it see that the old man was lonely and had no oil and water?" After a loud voice came, a sound like a hammer was heard, and Shan Xi, who had just been a little conscious, was paralyzed again, and the big black dog fell directly to the ground from the back of the car. Wen Hui and the other three girls all covered their ears, and their eyes showed horror.

Song Pingcun's purple mansion also had a feeling of swaying, as if there was a water bag in his head.

"What do you want to do? It's just a passing by below. Song Pingcun's heart was cold, with his cultivation and divine sense, he would be greatly shocked, this old man was by no means idle. As he spoke, he walked back to the carriage and gave Hongcui and Greencoat a look to tell them to be careful. Looking at Liu Yiyi in the car again, she looked indifferent, and her heart was a little peaceful.

"If you don't get in the door, you still look down on me as an old man who strikes iron!" The old man's tone was still a little dissatisfied, and he seemed to have kicked over something, and there was another chaotic sound, but this time it didn't bring any impact.

Song Pingcun was speechless, this old man was too unreasonable. However, at this time, the divine consciousness could already feel that the other party was only a building on the side of him, and the person must be behind this building.

Since you can't hide from trouble, don't hide it. Song Ping pointed to the back of the building to Liu Yiyi, and when he saw Liu Yiyi nodding, he walked over.

Song Pingcun's "Jishan Heart Sutra" was running at full strength, constricting his breath, and walked over step by step.

Carefully bypassing the two-story building without a signboard, I saw a wooden house that looked like an iron shop, and suddenly at the back of this exquisite building, a mottled plaque hung on the wooden door panel, which read "Boil Iron Shop".

Hammers, iron frames, stoves...... It's really like the furnishings of a blacksmith's shop. There is also a "rope" as thin as chopsticks on the iron frame, which is softly placed on it, and the bottom of the hanging down is like a spring winding in a circle, gently swaying but there is a cold light.

The ground near the iron frame was bright and shiny red, very similar to the melting of molten iron, but transparent as a red crystal, this red was not illuminated by the sun, but melted by heat, and there was a trace of spiritual energy surging.

The figure by the fire, who looked old, with white hair, was wearing a pair of faded blue trousers, shirtless, and the short robe of the jacket was thrown aside, facing Song Pingcun at this time, sitting on a broken wooden bench, with a large gourd at his feet, and the fragrance of wine was overflowing.

Feeling Song Pingcun approaching, he turned his head, his face was like a stone carving, the wrinkles on his face were like the bark of an ancient tree that had experienced wind and frost, his skin was bronze, and the green tendons on his arms were bulging.

The light in the old man's eyes was as if he was talking to himself, and he seemed to say to Song Pingcun: "Where is the destination of the little doll's trip?" ”

Song Pingcun bent down and arched his hand: "Senior, I'm just passing by Yibaofang City." The old man asked abruptly, not knowing who he was and what he was for, so he did not say where the trip was going.

"Fang Market has not opened, are you going to Wanbaozong?" The old man asked again.

"We don't intend to do so." Song Pingcun stood still and didn't move, just now, he clearly felt a feeling of loss permeating the old man's side.

The old man glanced at him with sarcasm in his eyes, and said, "Little doll, you are not very sincere, there is only one way to go to Wanbaozong." The road ahead is cut off,"

There is indeed only one road outside Yi Bao Fang City, and that is passing through Wan Bao Zong. If you are passing by and do not enter Fang City, there is another road that bypasses Yi Bao Fang City, and you will not pass through Wanbaozong. It's just that Song Pingcun was interested in taking a look at Yibaofang City, so he walked in. "The kid doesn't praise the idea of worshipping the sect, he just wants to find a place to settle down and fix one or two."

The old man's eyes flashed, and he raised the gourd in his hand and asked, "Would you like to accompany the old man to take a drink?" ”

"The boy is young, and there are many things, and he doesn't have this hobby yet." Song Pingcun's divine sense felt that it was really wine, but there was a hint of crisis. Although he didn't understand why, the information fed back by Jishan's Heart Sutra made him secretly frightened. He couldn't be sure what the old man's realm was, but the wine in a gourd made him feel a crisis, which was incredible.

The old man's disgusted voice suddenly came: "Turbid wine loves red dust, and clear tea is only poor and poor." The old man can't stop drinking, but Simei doesn't know fireworks when he goes with him, you are a little doll, what kind of big garlic is there! ”