Wenkeshu has been here several times with the head of the Wen family, and the introduction is very detailed. Although many details are not very clear about the specific operations, after all, the Wen family is not a sect, and is a rather strange force in the first place. It cannot be counted as an independent one, but it is not the Shennong Sect. Only a sect like the Shennong Sect that is recognized and respected by the entire Blue Star can enjoy such unique treatment.
Like other sects that require bloodline disciples and have special requirements, such as the Poison-free Sect, which studies poison theory and claims to make the world poison-free, but in fact it specializes in making poisons. Such a sect can cure strange poisons, but it is not recognized by the world, let alone a special example like the Wen family.
After listening to Wenkeshu's introduction, Song Pingcun was very interested and wanted to see it, but the problem of residence became a big problem.
Counting the days at this time, it was only May 20th, but the entire city was empty. As for the daily maintenance mentioned by Wanbao Sect, it was just a cover, and there was no sign of anyone. It can't be said to be desolate, but it is extremely deserted. If you stay here for ten days, it will really make people panic.
It didn't matter to them along the way. When the horses needed a rest, Song Pingcun, Hong Cui and Lu Yi were all in a stable state. It didn't matter whether the spiritual energy was strong or not, and they were not picky about the place when they were meditating and recuperating.
With the exception of one Dan Xi, he got used to various sleeping positions and couches along the way. He could sleep anywhere on the ground or in a tree. When passing through some small towns and cities, the most you can do is take a hot bath, which is always more comfortable than taking a cold mountain spring in the wild.
Sometimes when he went to the mountain spring to clean himself, Song Pingcun would hand him a pill. Anyway, every time he took this pill, the old mud used to wash his body still smelled bad, but his body felt refreshed each time.
Song Pingcun planned to go through Fangshi to find a more suitable place and settle down first. After waiting for a few days to see the bustle of the market, the carriage was allowed to move forward without stopping.
The exquisite buildings on both sides of the long street have their own signboards and doors. You can roughly guess where some sects are based here at a glance. The carriage moved slowly towards the end of the street. However, I heard bursts of tinkling knocking sounds coming from the surprisingly quiet city. It was like the sound of iron weapons hitting each other, but it didn't sound like a fight. The frequency and rhythm of the sound was very regular.
Song Pingcun listened carefully, and the sound came from the end of Fangshi, behind the street.
This is very strange! There was no one in the market, even though it was just at the end of a long street, it was hard not to wonder how someone could be there blacksmithing.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, and Song Pingcun is already a little worried about what the death gate is doing again. He had no intention of provoking trouble, and these accidents became more difficult to guess each time. When Wenkeshu saw that Song Pingcun was not curious and changed his direction, he prepared to lead the group of people directly through the main street of Fangshi and leave.
The carriage drove to the end of the street with no intention of stopping, and still maintained its original rhythm. But the more you don’t want to cause trouble, the more trouble will come.
At the end of the street, the sound of iron hammering became increasingly clear. Every blow seemed to be beating on their hearts, and the sound seemed to have a kind of magic power, making people's souls shake.
Except for Liu Yiyi and Song Pingcun, the horses and several people pulling the carriage began to feel sleepy, swaying and unsteady. The big black dog was lying on the back of the carriage, and now his claws scratched the carriage board. With a hissing sound, Shan Xi fell off the horse in just one breath. If Liu Yiyi hadn't made a move, his head would have been badly bruised.
Liu Yiyi has not made a move, just to see Song Pingcun's acceptance. Now it seems that although the child has only one seed, he is considered a master of mental power and soul in Blue Star. Will he suddenly break through the memory seal in advance one day? It's hard to say. After all, the judgment of the Heshen realm is that the divine fetus is cultivated to the nine-inch and nine-tailed state, and the true mortal realm ends at the peak of the Heshen realm. Demigods after the Heshen realm need to spiritualize themselves, and if they succeed, there will no longer be a lifespan limit.
Song Pingcun had no choice but to jump off the carriage, pick up Dan Xi who fell from the horse and lay on the ground, and sighed. "Senior, why are you doing this? If you want to stop me from moving forward, why don't you just say something?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a whistle sounded in Song Pingcun's mouth, and the groggy people woke up. Hong Cui and Lu Yi hurriedly pulled the reins of the carriage. Wenkeshu jumped off the horse and quickly came over to support Dan Xi.
The beating sound seemed to hear Song Pingcun's whisper, and it slowly stopped.
"The little kid passed the door and didn't come in. Is it because the old man is alone and has no business?" After a loud voice came, there was a sound like a hammer being dropped. The shock made Dan Xi, who had just regained consciousness, collapse again. The black dog fell directly from the rear of the car to the ground. Wen Hui and the other three women all covered their ears, their eyes showing fear.
Song Pingcun's Zifu also felt a little swaying, as if there was a water bag swaying in his head.
"Senior, what do you mean by this? I'm just passing by." Song Pingcun's heart trembled. His cultivation and consciousness would be greatly shaken. This old man was definitely not taking it easy. As he spoke, he walked back to the carriage and gave Hong Cui and Lu Yi a look to tell them to be careful. Looking at Liu Yiyi's indifferent expression in the car, she felt a little at ease.
"You can't get in, but you still look down on me, an old blacksmith!" The old man's tone was still a little dissatisfied. He seemed to have kicked something over, and there was another loud noise, but this time it didn't bring any impact.
Song Pingcun was speechless, this old man was too unreasonable. However, at this time, his spiritual consciousness could already sense that the other party was only a building away from him, and he must be behind this building.
Since trouble can't be avoided, then don't avoid it. Song Ping deliberately pointed to the back of the building to Liu Yiyi, and when Liu Yiyi nodded, he walked over.
Song Pingcun's "Jishan Heart Sutra" was running at full speed, he restrained his breath, and walked over step by step.
After carefully walking around this two-story building without a signboard, I saw a wooden house that looked like an iron shop standing abruptly behind this exquisite building. There was a mottled plaque hanging on the wooden door panel that read " "Boil iron shop".
The hammer, iron frame, and stove...are indeed like the furnishings of a blacksmith shop. There is also a "rope" as thin as chopsticks placed on the iron frame, hanging softly on it. The hanging bottom is wound in circles like a spring, swaying gently but with cold light shining out.
The ground near the iron frame is shiny red, much like molten iron and is as transparent as red crystal. This red color is not caused by sunlight, but is melted by heat, and there is a slight surge of spiritual energy. move.
The figure by the stove looked old, with white hair, and was wearing a pair of faded blue trousers. His upper body was bare, and his short robe was thrown aside. At this time, he was facing Song Pingcun, sitting sideways. On a broken wooden bench, there was a big gourd at his feet, and the aroma of wine overflowed.
Feeling Song Pingcun approaching, he turned around. His face was like a stone carved by the wind. The wrinkles on his face were like ancient tree bark that had experienced wind and frost. His skin was bronzed and the veins on his arms were bulging. If he hadn't known better, he would have looked like him at a glance. He is a blacksmith in an ordinary blacksmith shop.
The light in the old man's eyes was scattered, as if he was talking to himself, or he seemed to be saying to Song Pingcun: "Where is the destination of this trip, little baby?"
Song Pingcun bent down and cupped his hands and said: "Senior, we are just passing by Yibaofang City." The old man asked suddenly. He didn't know his purpose and purpose, so he didn't say where he was going.
"The market is not open yet, are you going to Wanbao Sect?" the old man asked again.
"We have no such plan." Song Pingcun stood still and did not move. At that moment, he clearly felt a sense of loss surrounding the old man.
The old man glanced at him with sarcasm in his eyes and said, "Little boy, you are not very sincere. There is only one way to go here, the Wanbao Sect. The road ahead is cut off."
There is indeed only one road outside Yibaofang City, and that is passing by Wanbaozong. If you are passing by and do not enter Fangshi, there is another road that bypasses Yibaofang City and does not pass through Wanbaozong. It's just that Song Pingcun was interested in seeing Yibaofang City, so he walked in. "The boy has no idea of worshiping the sect. He just wants to find a place to stay and recuperate."
A sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes, he raised the gourd in his hand and asked, "Would you like to have a sip with me?"
"The boy is young and has many things to do, but he doesn't have such a hobby." Song Pingcun felt that the wine was really wine, but there was a hint of danger. Although he didn't understand why, the information fed back by the Jishan Heart Sutra made him secretly frightened. He wasn't sure what the old man's state was, but the wine in a gourd made him feel in danger. It was incredible.
The old man's disgusted voice suddenly came: "Dirty wine falls in love with the mortal world, and pure tea is the only way to live in poverty. I can't stop drinking, and the four beauties are accompanying me but they don't understand fireworks. You are a little kid, what are you pretending to be?"
