These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 131 There is an ideal village on the mountain

The Sword Fairy's speech left all the blacksmiths stunned for a moment.

Their minds were wandering.

Listening to the description of the desirable scene, Zhang Jinsheng was deeply moved and said in disbelief: "I am old, and I want to see a higher view before I die. This is my only chance."

"We are now forging this Cinder Sword, but what happens next?"

He looked at Zhangjia, the chief blacksmith, with whom he had always been at odds, and said something that shocked the blacksmiths present:
"If, I mean if, the time really comes when we are forced to do so, are you willing to go with me to that mysterious Sword Forging Villa to find the answer?"

The surrounding blacksmiths were shocked by the other party's words, and their curiosity could not stop overflowing -

The answer is on the mountain.

The news of the evil cultivators entering the city and attacking the entire Pyeongchang City caused a sensation the next day.

These are those bandits, let’s slap them in the face openly!

Can they tolerate this?
The calls to go out of the city to suppress the bandits suddenly became louder.

Everyone guessed that the other party would come, but no one expected him to come at the beginning of the red moon.

He also killed the Zhang family who attacked the three major families unexpectedly.

The Zhang family has three great Sanyuan monks in charge.

The three origins are divided into essence origin, qi origin and spirit origin. The Zhang family has a contemporary spirit origin cultivator who is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, which is why it has become one of the three recognized families.

The Zhang family was naturally furious.

Even a few old ancestors who had just been pulled out of their ancestral tombs and thought they were still alive expressed their anger: They had been "secluded" for so long, it was time for them to get out and move around, and visit the Sword-Forging Demon Manor!
Several contemporary cultivators of the Zhang family didn't know how to make a decision.

Who knows if it's a trap?
After all, it's an away game.

It would be good if the ancestor went there personally and won.

If we lose, our ancestors will be gone. Without our ancestral tombs, Pyeongchang City will inevitably fall from its first-tier status.

In the end, I can only appease the ancestor first.

But the old man started to get mad because of his impatience: "The younger generation is incompetent! The younger generation is incompetent!!"

Several great monks of the Zhang family were so frightened that they joined forces to suppress the mad ancestor, and the sound of explosions resounded through the sky.

Suddenly he had no time to worry about attacking the demon cultivator.

After all, because their family background is strong, the ancestor is naturally equally powerful and also has a divine level. The pressure is unimaginable for other families.

If they were to forcibly pull out this divine ancestor who lived thousands of years ago, their entire family would be wiped out if they were not careful.

Seeing that the Zhang family suffered a great loss, the other families were immediately disturbed.

"Damn it, they took advantage of the time when the major families were unable to distract themselves and were being restrained by the ancestors of their own families."

"But while we are being held back, aren't those demon cultivators being held back by their own ancestors? They are three ancestors in the Divine Origin Realm, so don't they have to spend the Red Sun? Even if they have it easier than us, it shouldn't be much easier."

They didn't know that the official coinage certificate was hidden in that villa, so they didn't need to be on guard against the Red Sun at all.

Ning Zheng got up early in the morning.

He looked at Su Yu Niang who was busy making breakfast, and went to the yard to read a book.

I feel that the years are peaceful.

Little did they know that the neighboring Pingchang City was in turmoil, with everyone talking about the brutality and evil of the "fake demon cultivators" in our villa. A group of people clamored for everyone to raise funds, and for all the big families and ordinary people to donate money to go out of the city to suppress the bandits.

Even the Sword Forging Villa seemed to have tried to seduce their blacksmiths and poach their employees.

At this time, the true demon cultivator - Ning Zheng, was still frantically slacking off. Last night, he re-applied the Xinjin Talisman to Su Yuniang and Ning Jiaojiao, turning them into earth-binding spirits. He was not so worried about any problems.

After the meal was ready, Ning Zheng gave some instructions: "Dig a few rooms under the well. The red sun is coming, so there must be some place to take shelter."

"I think so too."

Su Yu Niang nodded, "Then I'll nibble some more and make sure I complete the task."

As a person who has been playing games for many years, she does understand the principle that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Ning Zheng watched the blacksmiths in the villa start working from the audience's perspective, and did not choose to go up the mountain again. Basically, everything that needed to be explained was completed.

Such a large purchase order will keep them busy for a while.

I was in a good mood so I went out for a walk alone.

Walking on the street, greeting neighbors along the way, I came to Youzhu Bookstore unknowingly. I opened the door and found that the bookshelves in the store were still very tidy.

But the bookstore became deserted.

As for the love letters, they were taken away by Su Yu Niang and Ning Jiao Jiao personally and preserved as her father's relics.

Ning Zheng walked around, read some books and talked about miscellaneous things for a while, then took a walk in the woods again. As she walked, she came to the paper house of the Ninth Ancestor.

It is still a ruin.

Not far away, there were occasionally some stray ashes wandering towards this side.

"It seems that there is indeed a gap here for the Ninth Ancestor! Many wandering ashes have wandered here." Ning Zheng observed the surrounding environment and did nothing else. He came to the ruins of the Paper House and looked around.

He was also quite curious about the paper house of this ninth ancestor.

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

They just had simple furniture and lived a simple and hard life.

He has no secret manuals, unique skills, or magical tools, and is obviously an ascetic monk.

He put his ear close to the ground, silently sensing the veins of the earth below.

Crash.

I could vaguely feel that the huge underground Yin energy veins were wriggling, the branches were growing again, and the ashes belonging to the Nine Ancestors were recovering.

It's like cutting off the leeks, the roots in the ground are still there and will still grow out.

"Resurrection will take about twenty days."

With the help of the Yin Spiritual Root, Ning Zheng calculated the time based on the sensation of the earth veins.

This timing is very friendly to Ning Zheng.

Before the disaster day of the Red Sun came, the Nine Ancestors were resurrected and filled the holes again to avoid various problems.

Not long after Ning Zheng left.

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

The weather was getting colder, and their clothes were tattered, and they were obviously freezing.

They gradually walked into a village and heard people chatting at the entrance of the village.

There is a legendary utopia on the mountain.

They will provide free food, water and warm clothes.

The villagers in the mountains would enthusiastically use their wives to entertain the guests, and legend has it that there is some kind of immortal fate.

Many people decided to go up the mountain.

But many people also think that there may be something wrong. The villagers pointing the way in the wilderness is too similar to the content of some strange stories.

However, a poor scholar in the team retorted: "We have all become so poor, there is nothing left for us to covet."

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

A mountain villa gradually appeared in the gray sky.

The buildings in the mist are clean and tidy, with spires standing side by side. The architectural style gives people a feeling of a fairyland village hidden in the world.

Facing the strong wind, a group of people were bent over by the wind. The thin scholar who led them shouted happily:

"There really is a villa there!"

(End of this chapter)