Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

We finally climbed to the top of Longhu Mountain.

A group of Taoist priests are taking a group photo.

The most eye-catching one is the old Taoist priest. After all, his place is the most lively. Moreover, the old Taoist priest is wearing a pair of red and blue sneakers, which look newly bought and very fashionable.

This is indeed not much different from the image we saw in TV dramas before the Song and Yuan dynasties.

But the only difference is that the old Taoist priest has two big dark circles under his eyes, and he looks as if he had gone out to dig coal all night last night.

Song Yuan's face was full of confusion: "It seems that your Luotian Dajiao is really quite useless. The old Taoist priests all have dark circles under their eyes."

Xu Si looked at the old Taoist priest in confusion: "This shouldn't be the case. It wasn't like this when I came here before."

"Is that the legendary old Taoist priest? But the Taoist priest next to the old Taoist priest is quite handsome." Zhang Chulan was paying attention to the Wudang Wang Ye.

That's right.

Wang Ye is also nearby.

However, the first person Wang Ye saw was not the old Taoist priest, but Song Yuan. When he saw Song Yuan, Wang Ye's eyes lit up. He quickly walked up to Song Yuan, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly like a Taoist priest: "Wang Ye of Wudang, I am here to meet the knife seller on credit."

When Song Yuan heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"You are so shameless that you call yourself the King of Wudang." Xia Dongqing blurted out without thinking.

"Is it possible that his name is Wang Ye?" Zhao Li felt embarrassed and said, "It's not like you haven't seen him before."

Xia Dongqing finally came to his senses. He had indeed seen Wang Ye before. "Yes, I think I have. He didn't wear something like this before."

"Of course we have to dress formally for an event," Wang Ye said, not angry at all. He turned and glanced in the direction of the old Taoist priest, asking in confusion, "Why do I feel like the old Taoist priest hasn't slept much these past few days, and his soul is almost floating away."

Song Yuan took over the conversation: "That's not that exaggerated. I just really haven't slept for several days, or maybe I haven't slept at all. I didn't expect that the old master would also have a high."

"Addicted?" Wang Ye's face was full of gossip. "Addicted to what? Why is he addicted? Is he in an online relationship?"

Wang is really brave sometimes.

Song Yuan turned his head and looked at him without saying anything.

Because at this time, the old Taoist priest was already standing behind Wang Ye. Before Wang Ye could say anything, he was hit on the head by the old Taoist priest: "Who is so angry? What bad words are you saying?"

Wang Ye covered his head, turned around to look at the old Heavenly Master, and quickly bowed: "Wudang Wang Ye pays homage to the old Heavenly Master."

"Come on, stop worshipping. I'm not the first one to worship," the old Taoist priest said, looking a little angry, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yuan: "My friend, there's something different about your aura. Are you selling knives on credit?"

"Yes, I'm Song Yuan, the knife seller on credit." Song Yuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you want to pay back?"

The veins on the old Taoist priest's forehead bulged. "Your master...or your ancestor...or perhaps one of your colleagues, I can only repay him if he comes."

"That's difficult," Song Yuan said calmly, speaking of this matter as if he were discussing the weather with an old Taoist priest. "I'm the only knife seller of this generation."

The old Taoist priest nodded and said, "Then it's right to come to you."

"Are you still there now?" Song Yuan asked back.

"Can this matter be postponed? I still have things to do." The old Taoist priest took a deep breath and spoke in a negotiating tone.

Zhao Li was shocked. "No, Song Yuan, what exactly did he owe? How can he repay it? Why is it so serious?"

"He was gambling his life back then, what could I do?" When Song Yuan came in front of the old Taoist priest, a system panel appeared beside him.

The old Taoist priest’s requirements were clearly written on the panel.

Back then, something happened to the old Taoist priest's junior fellow, whose hands and feet were chopped off. Because the wounds were too hideous, he needed a rejuvenation knife to heal the wounds perfectly and coagulate them, thus saving his junior fellow's life.

The old Taoist priest promised to exchange his own life for that of his fellow disciple.

"Actually, when my ancestors signed the contract with you, it wasn't so harsh," Song Yuan checked the account between his ancestors and the old Taoist priest. "It doesn't say anything about taking your life or making you work like a slave. But I have too many servants here..."

The blacksmith shop is full of people.

"Otherwise, come to me after you finish your business." Song Yuan simply said this. Anyway, according to the development of the plot, the old Taoist priest will eventually be trapped in Longhu Mountain.

This guy is going to go down the mountain and kill everyone, which is a violation of the commandments. He will eventually be imprisoned in Longhu Mountain for the rest of his life.

But with Song Yuan here, that junior fellow student wouldn't be killed.

There may not be such an opportunity.

But the old Taoist priest was always a very outstanding person. Song Yuan felt that it was better for him to continue to shine than to work like a slave in his blacksmith shop and eventually die alone.

However, the old Taoist priest had no idea of his future development. All he was thinking was: "Okay, when the time comes, I'll pass on my teachings to the Taoist priest, and then I'll follow you."

This is a good idea.

When the old Taoist priest said this, he kept staring at Zhang Chulan beside him, but he had another idea.

When he saw the Song and Yuan dynasties just now, the old Taoist priest discovered that the Song and Yuan dynasties actually seemed quite good.

It is not impossible for a knife seller to become the successor of the Heavenly Master.

Song Yuan felt as if he was being looked at by the old Taoist priest. "Don't try to hit on me. I'm warning you."

Is Tianshidu a good thing?

That's really good stuff, very awesome.

But once you have that thing, you have to stay in Longhu Mountain and become the leader of Longhu Mountain. And in the future, you can't tell anyone about anything you calculated, let alone make money from it.

That would suffocate the Song and Yuan dynasties to death.

Isn’t it nice to sell knives on credit?

Why should we accept the guidance of the Heavenly Master?

crazy?

However, when Zhang Chulan was stared at by the old Taoist priest, he felt his scalp tingling, as if he was caught in a conspiracy. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"My friend," the old Taoist priest said directly, "I have something private to say to you. Come with me."

Xu Si and Xu San followed worriedly.

Zhang Chulan was abducted and taken aside by the old Taoist priest.

This is a necessary plot.

Song Yuan looked around to see if there was anything delicious. Wang found a steamed bun from somewhere and recommended it to Song Yuan: "The steamed buns baked at Longhu Mountain are delicious. How about some?"

"Because it's free, right?" Song Yuan picked up a steamed bun and said, "That's why it tastes good."

Two people were leaning against a tree eating steamed buns. Not far away, Zhuge Qing was walking over surrounded by a group of people. There were flashing lights and various flowers around them, and the scene was grand and magnificent.

"Here they come again." Song Yuan felt a little envious as he looked at so many flowers presented to Zhuge Qing.

But Zhuge Qing saw Wang Ye leaning against the tree at a glance, his eyes narrowed, and he seemed a little unhappy.