Chapter 126 Heavenly Dao Conference

"You said you wanted to regain your demon body?" Su Jin was a little surprised when he met Murong Hongzhuang, "Did you have a fight with Zhang Ye? I'll help you deal with him."

Murong Hongzhuang's face turned red and she shook her head: "No, my people are in danger and I have to go back to save them..."

Su Jin stared at Murong Hongzhuang for a long time: "You are half demon and half human, so there is no problem in restoring your demon body." Su Jin paused, "But if you leave, what will happen to Zhang Ye?"

"I..." Murong Hongzhuang felt a little painful, "I don't know."

"That's all..." Su Jinsu turned her hand over and found an extra pill. "After taking it, you will transform into a fox demon again. Figure out what you want to do."

"Thank you, Immortal." Murong Hongzhuang knelt down and bowed, took the elixir, and then left.

But before leaving, Murong Hongzhuang said: "Zhang Ye leaves it to you."

After saying that, Murong Hongzhuang turned into a red light and disappeared from the sky.

Su Jin was stunned for a moment, sighed, and made no comment.

The next day, Zhang Ye got up refreshed and stroked the person beside him: "Xiao Zhuang, your skin is so hard..."

At this point, Zhang Ye suddenly woke up. Murong Hongzhuang was as gentle as jade, how could she be so harsh?

Zhang Ye looked intently and saw a pangolin trembling in his arms.

"Zhou Cao, was it me and you last night?" Zhang Ye felt as if the sky was falling, "You're dead!"

…

Zhang Ye came to the house next door in a panic. This was his first time visiting Murong Hongzhuang. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. When he opened the door, it was not locked.

Murong Hongzhuang's house reveals a kind of elegance in its simplicity. Zhang Ye shouted twice, but no one responded, but he found a piece of letter paper on the desk.

"Zhang Ye, when you read this letter, it means that I have left. Being able to meet you is the luckiest thing that has happened to me in this thousand years."

"Please forgive my selfishness, but I have to complete my mission. If we meet again by fate, don't miss me."

Signed by Murong Hongzhuang.

Zhang Ye froze on the spot, feeling as if someone had cut out his heart with a knife.

Why is it always like this, the people you like always leave you? Han Ling'er is like this, Xiao En is like this, Murong Hongzhuang is like this?

Zhang Yebei came out of the house and walked out of the house like a zombie. At this time, an old voice shouted: "Rate the horoscope, test the marriage, ask about the future, no money is allowed."

Zhang Ye looked up and saw an old woman holding a sign showing the way from an immortal. Although he was not superstitious, he was somewhat doubtful about life at this moment.

"Senior, can you tell me your fortune?" Zhang Ye called to the old woman.

The old woman's face was covered with a scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes, but without the whites of her eyes, which looked a bit seeping.

The old woman said: "What do you want to ask, Master?"

Zhang Ye was silent for a moment: "Marriage."

The old woman asked for Zhang Ye's birth date, calculated it, and then said: "There is a time in life that must be there, but there is no time in life, so don't force it."

It would be better not to forget this hexagram, Zhang Ye sighed and left.

The old woman looked at Zhang Ye's back for a long time and murmured to herself: "It is obviously a short-lived phase, why is the Supreme Bone born? How strange!"

The more Zhang Ye thought about it, the angrier he became. Feeling that he had been cheated, he turned around and said, "Old liar, give me your money back."

But he suddenly froze. In the blink of an eye, the old fortune teller had long since disappeared.

Holding the grass, Zhang Ye cursed and his mood became even worse. Let's just close the business for the day.

Murong Hongzhuang was waiting at the entrance of the demon world. Her eyes were red and she seemed to have been crying. The old woman suddenly appeared, and Murong Hongzhuang came to her senses: "Mother-in-law, where have you been?"

"Do something." The old woman said perfunctorily, and then said, "Recover the demon body, let's go back to the demon world."

Murong Hongzhuang hesitated for a moment and swallowed the pill. After a while, a pair of fluffy ears grew out of Murong Hongzhuang's head. She felt the changes in her body and quickly took out a mirror to watch.

Murong Hongzhuang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she just had an extra pair of ears, not as scary as other monsters.

"Don't worry, she's beautiful." Granny Ghost Eyes smiled, took Murong Hongzhuang's hand, and stepped into the entrance of the demon world.

"When you return to the demon world, you will be a saint."

…

A notice was posted at the door of the blacksmith shop: "If you are in a bad mood, we are temporarily closed."

Those monks who had been waiting since yesterday were furious, and beat the little monk who was running errands to post notices until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Afterwards, a group of people discussed: "What should we do? Master Zhang can't even see him in person."

"Let's break down the door and pay Master Zhang's loss when the time comes."

"What if Master Zhang is in a worse mood?"

"Don't worry, I'm a psychological counselor. Even if his wife runs away, I can still make him laugh!"

Just as they were told, a group of people began to crash into Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop. However, after the upgrade of the blacksmith shop's defense, it was enough to withstand the invasion of Fusion Realm masters. How could these Nascent Souls refining the void be able to break through.

At this moment, a voice came from the blacksmith shop: "Sir, someone wants to demolish my shop, don't you care?"

This time, the patrol leader disguised himself as a beggar, but was still recognized by Zhang Ye. He was furious and shouted: "Zhang Ye, how on earth did you find me."

Zhang Ye said in a calm voice in the blacksmith shop: "Guess."

The patrol leader's face twitched. He had been fooled. He swung the dragon rope and tied up more than 20 monks who smashed the door. No matter how everyone begged for mercy, he was like a boat tracker, dragging more than 20 monks. People drove towards the city guard's mansion.

After such a commotion, everyone dared not bang on the door again, just hoping that Master Zhang would feel better soon.

As the sun set, a fat figure walked briskly, and Wang Yueban was anxious. He had been on a business trip for a few days, and Tiandao City had changed.

Wang Yueban came to the Magic Blacksmith Shop in a hurry and wanted to knock on the door, but saw that there were so many people in front of the blacksmith shop that he couldn't get in at all.

Wang Yueban thought about it and thought of something. He took out a jade slip and crushed it. This was the contact jade slip that Zhang Ye gave him.

Wang Yueban hesitated for a while. When he cooperated with Zhang Ye before, it was a mutually beneficial relationship, but now Zhang Ye has become a super forger who surpasses the four masters of Tianbing Pavilion. Emeishan Yue can no longer afford him.

However, Wang Yueban came here this time to talk to Zhang Ye. He didn't ask Zhang Ye to give all his magic weapons to Emeishan Yue. He would be satisfied if he could pick up some practice works occasionally.

Wang Yueban waited and waited, but Zhang Ye didn't come out. At this moment, a voice came from a small alley: "Fat Wang, this way."

Fat Wang is Zhang Ye's unique name for Wang Yueban. Wang Yueban used to feel unhappy when he heard it, but now, it's like hearing the sound of nature.

Wang Yueban happily came over and bowed: "Master Zhang, long time no see."

"Yeah." Zhang Ye led the way and entered through the side door, "Fat Wang, you..."

Zhang Ye looked back and saw that there was a Fat Wang. Wang Yueban was stuck in the side door, struggling with his face red, and couldn't get in.

The side door of Zhang Ye's house was small, and Wang Yueban's body size really made it difficult for him.

Wang Yueban smiled awkwardly: "No need to come in, I'll stand here and talk."

"That's fine." Zhang Ye said, "The materials for making swords and knives are gone, remember to ask someone to send me a batch later."

Wang Yueban was so moved that he wanted to cry. He thought that Zhang Ye would be so famous now that he would be so arrogant, but he never thought that he was still so approachable and abided by the previous contract.

Wang Yueban said: "By the way, Master Zhang, can you make a top-grade alchemy cauldron?"

"Yes." Zhang Ye paused, "You should call me Zhang Ye, it's awkward." Wang Yueban is a good person, Zhang Ye is his friend.

Wang Yueban was a little moved, he smiled bitterly: "Okay Zhang Ye, put aside the matter of swords and magic weapons, why didn't you tell me that you could make top-grade spiritual weapons before?"

"You didn't ask." Zhang Ye now understands that top-grade spiritual weapons are easier to sell.

Wang Yueban was speechless and tried to say: "Zhang Ye, give the spiritual weapons you make to me Emeishan Yue later, you take 90% and I take 100%."

"No." Zhang Ye refused straightforwardly.

Wang Yueban sighed. With Zhang Ye's current fame, he really didn't need to go through the auction house.

But Zhang Ye continued, "I'll take 90% and you'll take 10%. So what will you earn? Let's split it 20% and 80%." The operation of Emei Mountain Moon requires costs. Zhang Ye doesn't do such things as giving birth to a son without a promise.

Wang Yueban suddenly realized that this was what Zhang Ye meant. His nose was sour and he was moved to tears: "Zhang Ye, I love you."

"Don't love me, it's disgusting." Zhang Ye retched.

Not long after, the two re-finalized the cooperation plan. Wang Yueban said goodbye and left, but he struggled for a long time and was completely stuck in the side door.

"Zhang Ye, how about I tear down the door?" Wang Yueban couldn't get in or out.

"You can't tear down this door, let me help you." Even the great masters of the fusion realm can't destroy a single brick or tile of the blacksmith shop, and Wang Yueban is far behind.

"Then how can you help me?" Wang Yueban was wondering, and Zhang Ye kicked him out.

…

As time went by, Zhang Ye was still in a bad mood. The blacksmith shop opened less and less frequently. Even if it opened every time, it would only serve the customers who had made appointments and then close again.

Fortunately, the cultivators could buy the magic weapons made by Zhang Ye from Mount Emei, so they had hope.

These days, the number of cultivators in Tiandao City suddenly increased a lot, because the day when the three hundred sects of Tiandao would open their mountains and accept disciples was approaching, and the streets and alleys were full of young talents.

On this day, just after dawn, three hundred tables were arranged around the central square of Tiandao City. Zhang Ye sat in the seat of Lingtai Sect and was responsible for receiving newcomers.

Other seats were also occupied by the big men of their respective sects. Perhaps for the sake of face, they were all powerful men above the Nascent Soul.

Therefore, Zhang Ye, who was in the late Jindan stage, seemed particularly different.

The guides of the three hundred sects knew Zhang Ye's weight more or less, and did not dare to laugh at him. Instead, many big men of the sects came to greet Zhang Ye.

But those young talents, who had just arrived, had no idea what Zhang Ye did, and thought that Lingtai Sect was just that level, so they laughed from time to time.

Therefore, there was a long queue of students signing up for seats in other sects, but no one was interested in Lingtai Sect.

"Elder Rong Yao, don't sleep. If you don't recruit anyone, you will definitely be laughed at by other sects." The disciples of Lingtai Sect were anxious.

Zhang Ye rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced at the newcomers in the square: "Quality is more important than quantity. The real genius hasn't woken up yet."