Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 329 Do it or not? (seeking subscription)

   They left as soon as they said they would, without any hesitation among the three of them.

  Zhang Jing didn't say hello to Jiang Wen, and left Shangyuan Mansion directly.

  Deng Jie didn't follow, Zhang Jing asked him to go to Beijing.

   Whether to go or not is his business, anyway, Zhang Jing made arrangements.

   Along the way, the three communicated a lot.

   Monk Wangyou's cultivation is the strongest among the three, and he has already opened up the ninth innate orifice.

  Zhang Jing's cultivation base is the lowest, but he just got through the sixth orifice a few days ago.

  However, Monk Wangyou and Feng Wanli did not mean to underestimate him at all.

  Leaving aside the fact that Zhang Jing only took one year to achieve his current level of cultivation.

   Just some golden sentences that Zhang Jing pops up from time to time are enough to make the two of them admire each other.

   "Master," Zhang Jing moved closer to Monk Wangyou.

  Monk Wangyou nodded slightly, waiting for Zhang Jing's next sentence.

   "I don't know if the master knows any master who can refine precious swords?"

  The Jinghong Sword is broken now, and Zhang Jing desperately needs a precious sword.

   Above ordinary soldiers is a precious sword, which is enough for the innate realm, and even the Jindan realm can barely use it.

  However, it is only reluctantly, basically Baobing is still used by the innate realm.

  As for the higher level magic weapon, Zhang Jing would not think about it.

  I can't get something like that.

  Even if it is a golden elixir grand master, there are very few who can have magic weapons.

  He has always been more practical in his work.

   "Refining Master" Monk Wangyou muttered in his mouth.

  Zhang Jing didn't interrupt Monk Wangyou's train of thought, letting him continue thinking.

   "I know a guy who can refine weapons, but his temper is a bit weird, and he will make a request before helping others forge swords, and this request is still difficult to meet.

  Xu Danshan once asked him to refine a good knife, and it took him three years to complete the request. "

  A moment later, Monk Wangyou answered Zhang Jing's words.

   "Is that so?" Zhang Jing hesitated.

  His time is precious, and it is impossible to waste years for a knife.

   In a few years, Zhang Jing has basically reached the golden core realm.

   Instead, he didn't value the precious sword so much.

   "However, this is not necessarily the case. He is always moody, and he may mention something that you just can do."

   "After this incident is over, please ask Master to lead me there," Zhang Jing cupped his hands.

  If the request is not difficult, Zhang Jing will give it a try.

   If it's going to waste years, so be it.

   At worst, Zhang Jing finds an ordinary knife and uses it first.

   Wait until the right opportunity comes.

  Anyway, with his personality, he will definitely copy many people's homes, maybe someone has passed down a good knife from his ancestors.

   "It's not a lot of trouble, it's just a little effort," Monk Wangyou smiled.

   "I don't think Brother Feng has ever used a sword before," Zhang Jing turned to Feng Wanli.

   "I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart," Feng Wanli said forcefully.

  Chapter mirror "."

  Has the pattern of Feng Wanli reached this point?

  It is a bit high to be true.

   "Are you going to inherit the Snow Mountain Sword from your Snow Mountain School?" Monk Wangyou interrupted.

   In an instant, Feng Wanli's skills were broken.

   "Yes, the sect master wants me to inherit, but I don't want to follow other people's path," Feng Wanli said in a low voice.

  Chapter mirror "."

   It turned out to be another guy who would go home and inherit the family property if he didn't do well.

   He was the only co-author who was kicked out from the southwest step by step.

   "The benefactor is very ambitious, and the poor monk admires it," Monk Wangyou clasped his hands together slightly.

   "Crazy monk, when did you become so polite?" Feng Wanli felt something was wrong the first time he saw Monk Wangyou in Shangyuan Fucheng.

  However, I can’t tell.

   Until now, when Monk Wangyou saluted himself, he finally noticed something was wrong.

   "The host once taught the poor monk to pay attention to some words and deeds," Monk Wangyou said in a low voice.

   "I see," Feng Wanli said suddenly.

   Zhang Jing frowned. He had been with Monk Wangyou for so long, and he always felt that Monk Wangyou was very polite.

  However, judging from Feng Wanli's words, it seems that Master Wangyou was not like this before.

   "Master, there is an inn ahead, why don't we rest our feet," Zhang Jing pointed to an inn ahead.

  This is not a barren mountain, but just between two cities.

   Moreover, there are pedestrians passing by all around.

  That's why Zhang Jing said that.

   If it is really in the wild mountains, there is no need to say anything, Zhang Jing will never go in to rest.

  The main thing is to be afraid of trouble, maybe there is some kind of robbery.

  Just because he can kill, doesn't mean he loves to kill.

   Killing is just one of the most direct methods, but not all.

   "That's fine, I happen to be a little thirsty too," Feng Wanli nodded.

  They didn't bring water, only some wine.

  However, it didn't take long for the three of them to divide up.

   There is no problem for the Xiantian master not to eat or drink water for ten and a half months.

   However, that is still a special case after all.

  Under normal circumstances, they will not treat themselves harshly.

   "Good," Monk Wangyou nodded, and he had exactly the same intention.

   Zhang Jing and the three stepped forward.

  There are four large characters on the inn: "Pingfu Inn."

  There is also a couplet on both sides,

  The first couplet is: travel between people, and travel between people.

  The second line is: Xiaoyao is a guest in the sky, and the guest is added to Xiaoyao.

   Monk Wangyou read out these two couplets with a smile, and kept nodding his head.

  It really has a charm.

   Zhang Jing got a little closer and found that this couplet was still very new, obviously it had just been hung up not long ago.

   "Hey, three lords, are you working at the top or staying in a hotel?" A servant stepped forward and asked while bending over.

  Dianjian means having a meal or staying in a hotel here, so there is no need to explain further.

   "Strike the tip," Feng Wanli replied.

   "Come on, what dishes would you like to order?" The servant lowered his head slightly to show respect.

   "Four or five dishes are fine, but remember to serve a few more jugs of good wine," Feng Wanli slightly accentuated the word "wine".

   "Come on, three masters, please go and sit inside first, the food and drink will be brought in soon," the servant put the rag on his shoulders, and was about to turn around and leave.

   Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"and many more."

  The boy stopped, turned around slowly,

   "My lord, what else do you want?"

   "Who wrote this couplet?" Zhang Jing asked.

  The servant relaxed slightly, smiled, and said:

   "This is written by our shopkeeper. In the past, the shopkeeper went to private schools."

   "Can you introduce me later? Li is not talented, and he is also a scholar," Zhang Jing smiled with narrowed eyes.

  He was not wrong in saying this sentence, no matter how you say it, he is also a literate, serious junior high school.

   "Okay, I'll ask the shopkeeper later, you sit down first," the boy bowed, then turned around and left.

   "Let's go," Feng Wanli smiled, and was the first to enter the inn.

   Monk Wangyou nodded and followed him in.

   Only Zhang Jing was left to look at the couplet for the last time.

  Feng Wanli walked up to the second floor, found a seat by the window and sat down.

   There are not many guests in the inn who did not fill up the seats, that is, less than half of them were seated. After all, it is not time for dinner.

   After all, there are still a small number of people who eat.

   "Brother Zhang, why are you always staring at that couplet? Although the writing is okay, it doesn't make you observe like this," Feng Wanli asked after sitting down.

   Zhang Jing shook his head and didn't say much.

  He saw that the handwriting of the couplet didn't look like it was written by a man, but it looked like it was written by a woman.

   It's just a little strange in my heart.

  Could it be the shopkeeper of this inn, or a woman?

   You must know that in this world, the status of women is generally not high.

   Rarely will anyone show up in public.

  If the shopkeeper is a woman, there may be another story.

   Zhang Jing glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly.

  It feels that something is not right.

   The people in this inn are a little too quiet.

   It's not that he didn't say a word, but that what he said was not messy.

  He has been in the inn before, and the businessmen and pedestrians passing by are basically chatting.

   And here it seems to make him feel a little orderly.

  However, Zhang Jing sensed it carefully, and didn't notice any martial artist's breath.

   These people seem to be just normal people.

   "Master, have you noticed something is not right?" Zhang Jing moved his lips calmly, and sent the sound transmission to Monk Wangyou.

   Monk Wangyou's eyes moved slightly, "Did you notice anything?"

   "I just feel that something is not right," Zhang Jing said softly.

   "Then, poor monk, take a look?" Monk Wangyou nodded, deciding to believe Zhang Jing's premonition.

   Putting **** together, Monk Wangyou wiped lightly on both eyes.

  A ray of light flashed in his eyes.

  His method of looking at qi can not only observe the luck of qi, but also check the reality.

   It's just that he seldom uses it, and he can perceive it with general perception.

   "What happened?" Feng Wanli was a little puzzled when he saw the actions of the two, so he sent a voice transmission to Zhang Jing.

   "I feel something is wrong," Zhang Jing replied.

  After a long time, Monk Wangyou withdrew his gaze, looked at the two with a solemn expression and said via voice transmission:

"Under the observation of my method of hope and qi, the people sitting at the tables not far from us all have cultivation bases, the highest is Xiantian, and the rest are second-rate and first-rate, but it seems that they have used some secret method to hide their cultivation. own breath."

   "Sure enough," Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes, his hunch was right.

   "Gentlemen, your food is here," several people looked at each other, and a servant brought the food.

   Followed by a drinker.

   "Do it, or wait?" Feng Wanli sent a message to ask for their opinions.

   "What do you think, Master?" Zhang Jing asked.

   "There's nothing to wait for. It's just that someone wants to plot against us. If we are strong enough, it won't be the case," Monk Wangyou smiled.

   Thanks to the book friend, Wuhe Kamijo Rito, it’s really difficult to come up with a name at the starting point, Hongchen Yize, Xincheng Chen Guanxi, a few rewards of 100 coins.

  (end of this chapter)