Chapter 130: There Is an Ideal Village on the Mountain

The sword fairy's speech made all the blacksmiths stunned for a moment.

They were in a state of confusion.

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

"We are now casting this Ember Demon Sword, but what about later?"

He looked at Zhang Jia, the chief blacksmith who had always been at odds with him, and his words shocked the blacksmiths present:

"If, I mean if, it really comes to the moment when we have no choice, are you willing to go with me to the mysterious sword-casting 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 matter of the demon cultivators entering the city and attacking the entire Pingchang City,

This is the group of bandits, slapping them in the face openly!

Can they tolerate this?

The voice of going out of the city to suppress the bandits suddenly became louder.

Everyone guessed that the other party would come, but they did not expect that they would 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 Sanyuan is divided into Jingyuan, Qiyuan, and Shenyuan. The Zhang family has a contemporary Shenyuan monk, who is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, and has become one of the three recognized aristocratic families.

The Zhang family was naturally furious.

Even several ancestors who had just been pulled out of the ancestral tombs and thought they were still alive said angrily: I have been "secluded" for so long, it's time to go out and move around, go to the Sword Casting Demon Manor!

Several contemporary monks of the Zhang family didn't know how to choose.

Who knows if it's a trap?

After all, it's an away game.

The ancestor went there in person, and it would be fine if he won.

If we lose, our ancestors will be gone. Without the ancestral tombs, we will inevitably fall from the first-line status of Pingchang City.

In the end, we can only appease the ancestors first.

But the ancestor started to go crazy because of his rage: "The younger generation is incompetent! The younger generation is incompetent!!"

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

Suddenly, they had no time to worry about attacking the demon cultivators.

After all, because their family background was strong, the ancestor was naturally equally strong, and there was also a divine Yuan level, and the pressure was unimaginable for other families.

If they forcibly pulled out this divine Yuan ancestor who lived thousands of years ago, they would be wiped out if they were not careful.

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

"Damn it, they took advantage of the fact that the major families were distracted and were being restrained by their own ancestors."

"But if we were restrained, wouldn't those demon cultivators be restrained by their own ancestors? They are three ancestors in the Divine Yuan Realm, so they don't have to go through the Red Sun? Even if they are more relaxed than us, they shouldn't be much more relaxed."

They didn't know that the official coinage certificate was hidden in that villa, so there was no need to 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.

It felt like the years were peaceful.

But he didn't know that the neighboring Pingchang City had been in turmoil, and they were all 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 the major families and ordinary people to donate money to go out of the city to suppress bandits.

Even the Sword Casting Villa seemed to have tried to seduce their blacksmiths and poach them.

At this time, the real demon cultivator, Ning Zheng, was still slacking off. Last night, she reapplied the Su Yu Niang and Ning Jiao Jiao Jiao with the Su Jin Fu, and turned them into earth-binding spirits. She was not so worried about problems.

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

"I think so too."

Su Yu Niang nodded, "Then I'll eat some more and make sure to 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 looked at the blacksmiths in the villa from the audience's perspective and did not choose to go up the mountain again. Everything that should be explained was basically explained.

Such a large purchase order is enough for them to be busy for a while.

It was rare that I was in a good mood, so I went out for a walk alone.

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

The bookstore just became deserted.

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

Ning Zheng walked around, read books and miscellaneous talks for a while, and then took a walk in the forest again. As he walked, he came to the paper house of the Ninth Ancestor.

It was still a ruin.

Not far away, there were occasionally some wandering ashes wandering here.

"It seems that there is indeed a gap here at the Ninth Ancestor! Many wandering ashes wandered here." Ning Zheng observed the surrounding environment, and without doing anything else, he came to the ruins of the paper house and looked around.

He was also very curious about the paper house of this Ninth Ancestor.

I want to see what's in the ancestor's house, but there's nothing in the ancestor's house.

There are only some simple furniture, and he lives a simple and hard life.

There are no secret books, unique skills, or magic tools. He is obviously a hard-working monk.

He put his ear close to the ground and silently sensed the ground veins below.

Crash.

I vaguely felt that the huge underground Yin Qi ground veins were wriggling, the branches were growing again, and the embers belonging to the Nine Ancestors were recovering.

It's like cutting off the leek, but the roots on the ground are still there and will still grow out.

"Resurrection will be about twenty days."

With the Yin Spirit Root, Ning Zheng calculated the time according to the induction of the ground veins.

This time point is very friendly to Ning Zheng.

Before the disaster day of the Red Sun comes, the Nine Ancestors will be resurrected and fill the hole again to avoid various problems.

Not long after Ning Zheng left.

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

The weather was getting colder, and they were wearing ragged clothes, obviously freezing.

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

There was a legendary utopia on the mountain.

They would provide free food and water, and warm clothes.

The villagers on the mountain would also warmly entertain guests with their wives, and there was even some kind of immortal fate in the legend.

Many people decided to go up the mountain.

But many people also thought that there might be a problem. In the wilderness, villagers pointing the way, it was too much like some strange stories.

But a poor scholar in the team retorted: "We have all fallen into such a state, there is nothing 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 were clean and tidy, with spires standing side by side, and the architectural style gave people a sense of a fairyland village in the hidden world.

Facing the strong wind, a group of people were bent down by the wind, and the thin scholar leading them shouted happily:

"There is indeed a villa over there!"

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