The sword fairy's speech stunned all the blacksmiths for a moment.

Their minds are shaking.

Listening to the desirable scene in the description, Zhang Jinsheng was touched and said in disbelief: "I am old, I want to see a higher scenery before I die, this is my only chance."

"We're forging this Ember Sword now, but what about after that?"

He looked at Zhang Jia, the chief blacksmith who had never dealt with him, and his words shocked the blacksmiths present:

"If, I mean if, when we have no choice but to do so, would you like to join me in the mysterious Sword Forge Villa to find out?"

The blacksmiths around were shocked by each other's words, and the curiosity in their hearts couldn't help but overflow—

The answer lies in the mountains

Demon cultivators entered the city and attacked the entire city of Pyeongchang,

This is the bandits, slapping them in the face in the open!

Can they endure this?

The sound of going out of the city to suppress bandits suddenly became louder.

Everyone guessed that the other party would come, but they didn't expect that the Red Moon would come at the beginning of the year.

also killed a Zhang family who took it by surprise and attacked the three major families.

The Zhang family has three great monks of the three yuans.

The three elements are divided into Jing Yuan, Qi Yuan, and Shen Yuan, and the Zhang family has a contemporary Shen Yuan monk, just like the Dinghai Shen Needle, which has become one of the recognized three major families.

The Zhang family was naturally furious.

Even the ancestors who had just been pulled out of several ancestral tombs and thought they were still alive said angrily: I have been "retreating" for so long, it is time to go out and move around, and go to the Sword Casting Demon Village for a walk!

Several contemporary monks of the Zhang family also didn't know how to choose.

Who knows if it's a trap?

After all, it's an away game.

The ancestor went over in person, and it was okay to win.

If we lose, our ancestors will be gone, and without the ancestral tomb, we will inevitably fall from the first-line status of Pyeongchang City.

In the end, he could only appease the ancestor first.

But the ancestor began to go crazy because of his anger: "The juniors are incompetent! The juniors are incompetent!!"

Frightened, several great monks of the Zhang family joined forces to suppress the crazy ancestor, and the explosion resounded in the sky.

All of a sudden, I didn't have time to scruple about attacking the demon cultivator.

After all, because their family background is strong, the ancestor is naturally equally powerful, and there is also a Shenyuan level, and the pressure in it is also unimaginable for other families.

They forcibly pulled out this god ancestor thousands of years ago, and if they were not careful, they would also be wiped out.

Seeing that the Zhang family had suffered a big loss, the other families were suddenly in turmoil.

"Damn, just take advantage of the time when the major families can't be distracted and are restrained by the ancestors in their own families."

"But if we are contained, won't that group of demon cultivators be restrained by their own ancestors? They are the ancestors of the three Divine Yuan Realms, so they don't have to spend the red sun? Even if they are easier than us, it will not be much easier."

They didn't know that there was an official mintage hidden in that mountain villa, and they didn't need to guard against the red sun at all

Ning Zheng got up early in the morning.

He looked at Su Yuniang, who was busy making breakfast, and walked to the courtyard to read.

It feels like the years are quiet.

But I didn't know that the city of Pyeongchang next door had turned upside down, and they were all telling about the cruelty and evil of our villa's "fake demon cultivation", a group of people shouted for everyone to raise funds, and various big families and ordinary people donated money to go out of the city to suppress bandits.

Even the Sword Forge Villa seems to have tried to trick their blacksmith into digging the foot of the wall.

At this time, the true demon cultivator, Ning Zheng, was still frantically fishing, and last night he re-applied the ember talisman to Su Yuniang and Ning Shark, and became a groundbound spirit, so he was not so worried about the problem.

After the meal was ready, Ning Zheng advised: "Dig a few rooms under the well, the red sun is coming, there must be some places to take refuge."

"I think so, too."

Su Yuniang nodded, "Then I'll nibble some more to ensure that the task is completed."

As a perennial play tour

The person in the play, she does understand the truth that the cunning rabbit has three holes.

Ning Zheng looked at the blacksmiths on the villa through the audience's perspective and did not choose to go up the mountain again after they started to work, and the things that should be explained were basically explained.

Such a large purchase order is enough for them to be busy for a while.

It's rare to be in the mood, so I go out for a walk alone.

Walking on the street, greeting the neighbors along the way, I unconsciously came to the bamboo bookstore, opened the door, and the bookshelves in the store were still very tidy.

It's just that the bookstore has become deserted.

As for the love letters, they were all taken away by Su Yuniang and Ning Shark herself, and were preserved as her father's relics.

Ning Zheng took a turn, read the books and talked for a while, and then walked again in the forest, and walked to the paper house of the Nine Ancestors.

It's still in ruins.

Not far away, there are occasional embers, wandering this way.

"It seems that the Nine Ancestors are indeed a gap here! A lot of embers wander here." Ning Zheng observed the surrounding environment, didn't do anything else, and came to the ruins of the paper house to look around.

He was also very curious about the paper house of this Nine Ancestors.

I wanted to see what was in the ancestor's house, but there was nothing in the ancestor's house.

It's all simple furniture, and they live a light and hard life.

There are no cheats, no learning, no magic weapons, and one obvious ascetic.

He pressed his ear to the ground, silently sensing the leylines below.

Bang la blah.

I vaguely felt that the huge underground yin qi leylines were wriggling, the branches were regrowing, and the embers belonging to the Nine Ancestors were recovering.

It's like cutting off a leek, and the roots of the ground are still there, and they will still grow.

"The resurrection is about twenty days."

With the help of the Yin Spirit Root, Ning Zheng calculated the time according to the induction of the earth's leylines.

This point in time is very friendly to Ning Zheng.

Before the Tribulation Day of the Red Sun, the Nine Patriarchs were resurrected and re-filled the holes so that all kinds of problems would not arise.

Shortly after Ning Zheng left.

A group of refugees dressed in various costumes, supporting each other and walking in the deep mountains, they all met by chance and escaped from Pyeongchang City.

The weather was getting colder, and they were in rags, obviously too cold.

As they walked into a village, they heard the people chatting at the entrance of the village.

On the hill there is a legendary ideal township.

They will deliver free food, water, and warm clothing.

The villagers on the mountain will be more enthusiastic about entertaining guests with their wives, and the legend says that there is some kind of fairy fate.

Quite a few people decided to go up the mountain.

But there are also many people who feel that there may be a problem, the wilderness and mountains, and the villagers pointing the way, which is too similar to the content of some Zhiwei.

But a poor scholar in the team retorted, "We have all fallen into this, and there is nothing left to covet."

They supported each other up the hill with difficulty, gradually climbing, a thousand meters, two thousand meters, three thousand meters, getting higher and higher, getting colder and colder.

In the gray sky, a mountain villa looms.

The buildings in the fog are clean and tidy, with minarets standing side by side, and the architectural style gives the feeling of a hidden fairyland village.

Facing the strong wind, a group of people were bent down by the wind, and the emaciated scholar who took the lead shouted happily:

"There's a mountain villa there!"

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