As soon as the genius turned white, Zhou Huiru woke up from her sleep. She turned her head habitually and glanced at Xue Wusuan, who was indeed sitting beside the bed. She leaned over with her little face and rubbed Xue Wusuan's knee a few times, and then
Suddenly I remembered something and glanced at the bedside table. There was a box for jewelry on it.
"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 look at electrical appliances today!"
"Can't you go another day? The house hasn't been decorated yet. Why don't you wait a long time to see this?"
"No! Just go today! Otherwise you have to leave again tomorrow."
Early in the morning, the two of them were like a young couple opening a shop, eating breakfast while walking, smiling or deserted through the crowds of people at work, opening the flower shop, and starting the day's business.
But Guo Tianjian arrived earlier than the two of them. He even stood waiting at the door of the flower shop, just like a student waiting for the teacher to teach. He was respectful and nervous.
It is simply a miracle that a person over fifty can still embark on the path of monasticism. Guo Tianjian, who is well-informed and thoughtful, can naturally distinguish between good and bad and position himself correctly.
After receiving a call from Xue Wushu, he took a special plane and rushed to this small county town that night. He waited at the door of the flower shop before dawn.
"It's early. Come in."
Sitting on his buttocks and bending over, Guo Tianjian did not dare to chat with Xue Wuzan and went directly to the topic. He told everything he knew about "Wang Deyi".
After all, they are people in the circle. The information is much more detailed than the unlucky guy Jin Yankuang yesterday.
According to Guo Tianjian, the Taoist priest surnamed Wang was a rogue cultivator, or an evil cultivator, whose full name was Wang Deyi. He was once the Taoist sect’s number one enemy. It was said that he had caused several murders. However, after several
Wang Deyi was surrounded and killed by Daomen, but he still survived. He lived longer than most people. Even now, no one can tell clearly how old Wang Deyi is.
He was full of killings, but then became strangely silent. Like an ascetic monk, he traveled all over the mountains and rivers, searching for various places. No one knew what he was seeking. As for his origins, the origins of Wang Deyi's sect are unknown, and no one has ever been able to tell.
clear.
In addition, this monk Wang Deyi, whose Taoist name is Demon, is still the only monk in the original world who can refine magical weapons. However, most of the magical weapons refined by this man are sinister and vicious, harmful to heaven and the righteous way.
Most of the monks had never come into contact with his face due to previous grudges. On the contrary, sects such as the Maoshan Sect, which were both good and evil, had a close contact with Wang Deyi.
But when Xue Wusuan asked how to find this "monster", Guo Tianjian shook his head and said that Wang Deyi had enemies all over the world, and many people cursed him to die. But there was no trace of him at all. Shenlong
If you see the end but not the beginning, there is no trace at all.
Now for Xue Wusuan, the key thing is to increase the knowledge accumulation in Wudao Hell. This is the best and most reliable way to close the gap. In this way, the weapon refining doorway has become extremely important to Xue Wusuan.
Something to value.
He had never thought before that the world he had lived in for more than thirty years actually hid so many secrets. The underworld, ghosts, monks, evil ghosts, and now even the weapon refiners have appeared.
"What will happen if Zhong Mei combines the casting technology of the mortal world with the smelting technology of the Resident Evil world and then integrates the art of weapon refining? Will there be an explosion of knowledge and the emergence of new magical weapons that subvert the convention?"
No matter what, Guo Tianjian still agreed to Xue Wusuan's request, saying that he would try his best to find this "Wang Deyi" after returning, and would inform Xue Wusuan immediately once there was news.
Guo Tianjian left. As for Xue Wusuan, who wanted to visit the monk Wang Deyi with the Taoist name, he could only wait until next time. He was looking forward to this very much.
After staying in the timeless underworld for a long time, he would not feel "urgent" or "slow" at all, and as he was used to the existence of no time, he did not feel that the six days had passed at all.
For Zhou Huiru, no matter how she passes, time will not stay for a moment. It is extremely cruel to all things, but also extremely fair. The sun rises and sets day after day. When the time is up, whether you want to or not, the moment you leave
There is never any delay.
"Tell your parents that I will visit them during the Chinese New Year."
"Okay. I'll wait for you to go back together."
He closed his eyes and then opened them. Xue Wusuan disappeared. He walked as silently as ever, like a dream from which he could not wake up. Only the lost brooch pinned to his chest reminded Zhou Huiru of this "
"Dream" she had to continue to dream.
In fact, I'm used to it. Every time this mysterious, poisonous man disappears and appears, it's like a drama without a script. It's more about expectations. Otherwise, I just forget about it. There is no need to think about it again.
What Xue Wusuan didn't know was that when he left the original world, Jin Yankuang, who was already in the hospital and had just completed a suture operation, unexpectedly received a phone call.
"Hello? Ah! Zhenren Wang? Yes, yes, it's me, I'm Jin Yankuang, yes, yes. But, I don't have the goods for the moment. How about you wait? No, no, no, it's not money.
It's a question, but there really isn't. What? Me? I'm in the hospital now, you, this..."
The call was not hung up, but Jin Yankuang was stunned. At some point, a thin figure wearing a black gown appeared outside the ward. He had white hair, a black beard, and long eyebrows. Isn't it the same Wang Zhenren who had just talked to him on the phone?
"Where are your ears?"
Jin Yankuang quickly calmed down and replied: "It's a small thing, it's a small thing. Others thought my ears were an eyesore, so they cut them off for me. Why are you always here?"
"Who did it? Do you want me to help you take revenge?"
"Zhenren Wang, no need, I am..."
"Give me a new magic weapon, I will help you avenge you, and then I will give you the previous number."
Jin Yan Kuang was suddenly stunned. He had never thought about taking revenge. The mysterious man before had left a deep impression on him. He was self-aware, and the failure of revenge was the cause of his Jin Yan Kuang's death. So even in front of him
This "Master Wang" wanted to help him, but he didn't want to. But the other party seemed unable to tolerate his refusal.
what to do?
"Master Wang, there's really no need for that. I'll be discharged from the hospital immediately, contact my friends, and I'll tell you as soon as there is any news about the magic weapon, okay?"
"You have a special aura about you. The person who cut off your ear was also a monk? He snatched the magic weapon from your hand? Do you know where he is now?"
Jin Yankuang felt extremely miserable. What the hell is this? You just ignored his words!
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the "Master Wang" suddenly slapped his head with his hand. A stinging pain instantly penetrated his brain, as if something had been grabbed out. Then he fainted.
.
The "Master Wang" remained expressionless for a moment before taking back his hand on Jin Yankuang's head. He was silent for a while and murmured to himself: "Broch? I've never seen a magic weapon of this size before. That's it."
I don’t know who that fellow Taoist is, but he actually gave a magic weapon to an ordinary woman. What a cruel act!”