"Tianlun, apart from your master's last words, is there any codex or anything like that" Yang Yibu calmed down the turmoil in his heart and said.

Before he crossed over, Zhang Tianlun and their master knew about him, and asked Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun to follow him.

Isn't the knife the machete in Niu Dali's hand? Isn't the sword the white bone sword in Zhang Tianlun's hand? The machete and the white bone sword are both handed down from their masters.

And before their master died, he clearly and unequivocally said that the sword is calculated with the sky, and the heavenly calculation is the Tao number of his previous life, so their master is to let them follow him.

"No, the master didn't leave anything," Zhang Tianlun said to Yang Yibu with great certainty.

"Tianlun, do you remember what your master looks like" Yang Yibu suddenly thought of something, and he said to Zhang Tianlun.

Yang Yibu thought of three people, strictly speaking, three cultivators, the first was the old beggar Liu Yufeng met, the second was the crazy Taoist who blocked the way on his first way to Sun Dingyuan's old man's house, and the third was the master of Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun.

Yang Yib had a strange idea whether these three people would be the same person, because all three people seemed to know him.

There are not so many coincidences in the world, so Yang Yibu concluded that these three people knew that they would appear, if these three were three powers, and they could deduce their own appearance, why, there were too many powers in this world.

"Lord, remember, the master has a great kindness to me, how can I forget his old man" Zhang Tianlun was full of gratitude when he mentioned his master, and his face was full of respect.

"What, can you draw a portrait of your master" Yang Yibu looked at Zhang Tianlun with anticipation.

"I can't draw it, over the years, my brother and I have painted the portrait of the master many times, and I want to paint it for worship, but I can't paint it" Zhang Tianlun's face was full of helplessness.

"Have you ever asked a painter to paint it?" asked Yang Yibu.

Zhang Tianlun and Niu Dali have no painting skills, so it is naturally difficult to draw images.

"Not really," Zhang Tianlun said with a little excitement.

I and my senior brother are so stupid, don't you look like you can't find a painter to paint? I really want to punch my elm pimple head dozens of times, this is Zhang Tianlun's heart at this time.

"In this way, I'll find a painter, you and Dali describe your master's appearance, and let the painter paint," Yang Yibu said softly to Zhang Tianlun.

"Good, good, good," Zhang Tianlun agreed repeatedly.

"Lord, I want to take the liberty of asking, have you understood which sentence of my master" Zhang Tianlun had a hunch, Yang Yibu was afraid that he had already understood the master's last words, otherwise he would not let himself paint the portrait of the master.

"How to say it, it should be thorough" Yang Yibu didn't hide it from Zhang Tianlun, he said to Zhang Tianlun directly.

"Lord, can you tell me what it means" Zhang Tianlun looked at Yang Yibu with anticipation, his expression a little excited.

"Yes, your master is to let Da Niu and you, the two of them follow me, because I used to be called Tiansuan" Yang Yibu smiled and said to Zhang Tianlun carefully.

"Hey, I haven't even understood the master's last words before I have followed the master, is this destined by heaven" Zhang Tianlun said excitedly.

"Probably," Yang said undeniably.

After Zhang Tianlun left, Yang Yibu took out the phone and dialed the phone of the old man Sun Dingyuan.

"Hey, Ibu, why did you call me soon after we separated, did you miss me" The voice of the old man Sun Dingyuan came from the other end of the phone.

"Cut, I'll miss you, you're not a big beauty, it's worth thinking about," Yang Yibu said with a little disdain.

"Hahahaha" came the hearty and proud laughter of the old man Sun Dingyuan on the phone.

"Old man Sun, to be honest, I have something to ask you for help" After the joke, Yang Yibu said seriously on the phone.

"Say, I knew there must be something wrong with you calling me," Old man Sun Dingyuan also said seriously.

"Old man Sun, do you know the painter, the best national treasure," Yang Yibu asked into the phone.

"I know, it's just that it's not a national treasure, it's a national level," Old Man Sun Dingyuan said a little proudly.

"It's okay at the national level, you can help me contact it, see if I can come to Tianjiguan, help me paint a portrait, and the price is as he wants" Yang Yibu said a little impatiently.

"Why do you want me to help you get in touch, won't you contact yourself" Old man Sun Dingyuan said with some malice on the other end of the phone, as if he didn't want to help.

"Old Man Sun, I don't know me, I know and still ask you for help?" Yang Yibu said a little anxiously.

"You know, why don't you know" Old man Sun Dingyuan deliberately sold Guan Zi on the phone, as if he wanted to see Yang Yibu's anxious appearance.

"Who" Yang Yibu wanted to scold Sun Dingyuan's old man, pointing at his nose, this old man deliberately sold Guan Zi to make me anxious.

"Hahaha, I won't tease you, are you going to cry urgently, you also know the person I said, he is the old man Zhai" Old man Sun Dingyuan laughed loudly and happily on the phone, just like a naughty boy who succeeded in his prank.

"You old thing" Yang Yibu scolded hatefully into the phone, and then hung up the phone without waiting for Old Man Sun Dingyuan to reply.

Old Man Zhai is a national-level painter, he really doesn't know, and he hasn't heard anyone talk about it, Yang Yibu secretly shook his head for his loneliness.

"Hey, Hello Old Man Zhai" Yang Yibu hung up Old Man Sun Dingyuan's phone, and then dialed Old Man Zhai's phone.

As soon as the phone called, Yang Yibu hurriedly said hello to Old Man Zhai, now that he has a request for someone, his mouth has to be sweet, and Yang Yibu is still very conscious.

"Hahaha, Yibu, you haven't called the old man for a long time, is there anything wrong" Hearing Yang Yibu's voice, the old man Zhai laughed heartily, but his tone was much more serious than that of Sun Dingyuan's old man.

"Yes, Old Man Zhai, I have something to ask for, can you do me a favor," Yang Yibu said in a respectful tone.

"Okay, Ibu, you say, as long as I can help, I will definitely help" Old Man Zhai said with a swear, just clapping his chest loudly.

"That's the old man Zhai, I want to paint a portrait of a person, it's not the same, but someone dictates to depict his appearance, can you help me draw it" Yang Yibu asked.

"If you can draw it, as long as they depict it carefully, Ib, you know, I often help the police draw the portrait of the suspect," the old man Zhai boasted on the phone, in fact, he was also suspected of pretending.

"Old man Zhai, when do you have time to come to Tianjiguan" Yang Yibu was a little impatient.

"I'm free at any time, your business is my business," Old Man Zhai replied very cheerfully.

In the mind of Old Man Zhai, Yang Yibu is a god-like existence, although he usually makes a few jokes with Yang Yibu, but it does not prevent his admiration for Yang Yib from being like a surging river.

"That's it, Old Man Zhai, you prepare, I'll let Ma Shentian go over to pick you up now" Yang Yibu was also happy for Old Man Zhai's refreshment.

hung up Old Man Zhai's phone, Yang Yib immediately dialed Ma Shentian's phone, and explained to Ma Shentian before putting away the phone.

Yang Yibu pondered for a while, paced leisurely to the front yard, and walked around the front yard before returning to the secret room.

Sitting in the secret room, Yang Yibu took out a copper gourd from the space ring, which contained the remnant spirit that cursed the Sun clan and the night crying ghost that had just been collected.

The remnant spirit is no longer of any use, refine her, Yang Yibu thought to himself.

Just do it, Yang Yibu pulled out the gourd stopper, recited the mantra, spit out the mantra "out", and then slapped the bottom of the gourd with his right hand.

A puff of black smoke came out of the mouth of the copper gourd, and the black smoke gathered in the air and turned into a remnant.

As soon as the remnant spirit was formed, he scolded Yang Yibu, "Little bastard, you can't die well."

"It doesn't matter to you whether I'm going to die or not, you can't see it, it's you, I'm going to let you die now," Yang Yibu said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yibu recited the incantation, spit out the mantra "refining", and pointed his right hand into a sword and pointed at the remnant spirit floating in the air.