As soon as the day turned white, Zhou Huiru woke up from her sleep, first habitually turned her head to look at Xue Wusuan who was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned over with a small face, rubbed Xue Wusuan's knee a few times, and then suddenly remembered something, her eyes swept to the bedside table, where there was a box for jewelry.

"Really back?!"

Zhou Huiru was pleasantly surprised to see a black and red brooch quietly placed in the jewelry box.

"Get up. ”

"Well, I'm going to see an appliance today!"

"Can't you go another day? This house hasn't even started to be installed yet, so don't you have to wait a long time to see this?"

"No, just go today, or you'll have to leave tomorrow." ”

Early in the morning, the two of them were like a small couple who opened a shop, eating breakfast while walking, smiling or deserted through the crowd of people going to work, opening the flower shop, and starting the day's business.

But Guo Tianjian arrived earlier than the two. Even standing in front of the flower shop all the time waiting, like a student waiting for the teacher to give a lesson. Respectful and apprehensive.

It is a miracle that a person over the age of fifty can still embark on the path of monasticism. Guo Tianjian, who is well-informed and transparent, naturally distinguishes between good and bad, and also puts himself in the right position.

Xue Wushu made a phone call, and he took a special plane to this small county town that night. I waited at the door of the flower shop before dawn.

"It's early. Come on in. ”

Sitting on half of his buttocks and bending over, Guo Tianjian didn't dare to gossip with Xue Wusuan, and cut straight to the topic. poured out everything he knew about "Wang Deyi".

In the end, it is the people in the circle. The news is much more detailed than yesterday's unlucky guy Jin Yankuang.

According to Guo Tianjian, the Taoist priest surnamed Wang was a loose cultivator, or an evil cultivator, whose full name was Wang Deyi. It used to be the number one enemy of the Daomen. It is said that several bloody incidents have been caused. However, under the siege of Daomen several times, Wang Deyi was always alive. Lived longer than most. Even now, no one can tell how old this Wang Deyi is.

Killed, but then strangely silent, like an ascetic, his footsteps are all over the mountains and rivers, searching everywhere, and no one knows what he is asking for. As for the origin, the origin of Wang Deyi's sect is unknown, and no one has ever said it clearly.

In addition, this monk Wang Deyi, who is known as the Dragon, is still the only monk in the original world who can refine magic weapons. It's just that most of the magic weapons refined by this person are vicious and vicious, hurting the heavens and peace, and the monks of the righteous path have never touched their own faces because of their previous grudges. However, sects such as the Maoshan faction, which are both good and evil, have a deep contact with this Wang Deyi.

But when Xue Wushu asked how to find this "dragon", Guo Tianjian shook his head. said that Wang Deyi's enemies were all over the world, and many people cursed him not to die. But there was no trace of him. The dragon saw the tail and saw no head, and there was no trace at all.

Now for Xue Wusuan, the key is to increase the accumulation of knowledge in the Wudao Underground Mansion. This is the best and safest way to close the gap. In this way, the doorway of refining weapons has become something that Xue Wusuan attaches great importance to.

I never thought that the world where he had lived for more than thirty years would hide so many secrets. The underworld, the yin, the monks, the evil ghosts, and now even the refiners have come out.

"What would happen if Zhong Mei fused the casting technology of the mortal world with the smelting technology of the Resident Evil World and then fused alchemy? Will there be a big explosion of knowledge and the emergence of new magic weapons that subvert conventions?"

One way or another. Guo Tianjian still responded to Xue Wusuan's request, saying that he would try his best to find this "Wang Deyi" after he went back, and he would immediately notify Xue Wusuan once there was news.

Guo Tianjian is gone. And Xue Wushu wanted to visit this Daoist monk Wang Deyi, who could only stay for next time. He was looking forward to it.

After staying in the Daoless Underground Mansion for a long time without time, he didn't feel "urgent" or "slow" at all, and he was used to not having time at all, and he didn't feel that the six days had passed.

For Zhou Huiru, no matter how she passes, time will not stop for a moment. It's extremely cruel to all things, but it's extremely fair. Sunrise and sunset, day after day. When the time comes, whether you want to or not, the moment of departure will never be delayed.

"Tell your parents that I'll go to see them during the Chinese New Year. ”

"Good. I'll wait for you to go back with you. ”

Close your eyes, then open them. Xue Wushu disappeared. As always, it walked silently, like a dream that could not be woken up. Only the lost brooch pinned to her chest reminded Zhou Huiru that she had to continue to do this "dream".

Actually, I'm used to it. Every time this mysterious poison-like man disappears and appears, it is like an unscripted drama, more of an expectation, nothing else, just forgetful, no need to think about it again.

And what Xue Wushu didn't know was when he left the original world. Jin Yankuang, who was already in the hospital and had just finished suturing surgery, unexpectedly received a phone call.

"Hey, ah, Wang Zhenren, yes, yes, yes, yes, But, I don't have the goods in my hand for the time being, so why don't you wait? No, no, no, it's not about the money, it's really not. I'm in the hospital right now, you, this ......."

The phone didn't hang up, but Jin Yankuang was stunned. Outside the ward, there was an emaciated figure in a black robe. White hair, black beard, long eyebrows. Isn't it Wang Zhenren who was talking to him on the phone just now?

"Where's your ears?"

Jin Yankuang hurriedly calmed down and replied: "Little things, small things, others think my ears are an eyesore and help me cut them." Why are you still here?"

"Who did that? Do you want me to avenge you?"

"Wang Zhenren, no need, I'm ......"

"Give me a new artifact, I'll help you get revenge, and then I'll give you the previous number. ”

The golden eyes were abrupt. He had never thought of revenge. The previous mystery man impressed him too much. He is self-aware, and revenge is the cause of his golden eyes. So even if the "Wang Zhenren" in front of him wants to help him out, he doesn't want to. But the other party didn't seem to allow him to refuse.

What to do?

"Wang Zhenren. Not really. I'll be discharged from the hospital immediately, contact my friends, and I'll tell you as soon as I hear about the artifact."

"There's something special about you. He snatched the weapon from your hand, do you know where he is?"

Jin Yankuang's heart was extremely bitter, what is this called! This is simply ignoring his words!

was about to speak, but saw this "Wang Zhenren" suddenly slap his head with one hand. A tingling pain instantly drilled into his brain, as if something had been grabbed alive. Then he fainted.

And that "Wang Zhenren" was expressionless for a moment before retracting the hand on the golden eye's head. After being silent for a while, he muttered to himself, "Brooch? I've never seen a magic weapon of this size. I just don't know who that Taoist friend is, and he actually gave a magic weapon to an ordinary woman, it's really a violent thing!"