Chapter 931 She Should Be Her

The black-clothed swordsmith was about to take over the flute when Ning Xuemo said, "How much do you plan to sell this flute for?"

The black-clothed swordsmith was startled: "Do you want to buy it?"

Ning Xuemo nodded: "Tell me a selling price, and I'll buy it if it's right."

The black-clothed swordsmith was straightforward: "This thing was left by that girl. She promised to pay me a processing fee of 300,000 crystal beads, but she never came again...

Now that the girl has taken a fancy to it, and the girl is quite similar to her, it proves that this thing is destined for you, so you only need to pay me a processing fee of 300,000 crystal beads. "

I didn't expect this person to be so sincere!

Ning Xuemo grew fond of the black-clothed swordsmith, and took out a banknote of one million crystal beads and handed it over: "That woman owes you 300,000 crystal beads, and made you wait for so long, plus In fact, it is not easy for you to find her, so I will give you a million crystal beads as compensation."

Millions of crystal beads are enough for a person to live a good life until old age, so the black-clothed swordsmith naturally likes it. He vaguely felt that Ning Xuemo was the reincarnation of that woman, and now it was right to take back her own things by mistake.

So he agreed, and after thanking him a thousand times, he took over the silver ticket of a million crystal beads.

Ning Xuemo put away the Xiao, called the swordsmith from before, gave him some instructions in a low voice, and then left with Shen Jiuli.

After Ning Xuemo and Shen Jiuli left, the black-clothed swordsmith was still fascinated looking at the direction in which they disappeared.

"Master, your old man sold the flute, what if that woman really came here?" The blue-clothed swordsmith is very professional, and he doesn't agree with the master's approach.

"She should be her!" the black-clothed swordsmith suddenly said, with a very certain tone.

"Huh?" The blue-clothed swordsmith raised his eyebrows: "But she said that you misunderstood the person, and the little girl is indeed very small, and her skill is not high. Since that woman was able to find the moonlight iron alone that day, it must be because of her kung fu. They are above the rank...how could they be the same person?"

"As expected by the teacher, she should be the reincarnation of that woman." The black-clothed swordsmith said in a calm tone, "I can recognize the aura of her soul, and I can't be wrong. Now that the flute is bought by her, it is considered a treasure." Return to the original owner..." He yawned: "Okay, it's getting late, I should go back."

"Master, where are you going? Why don't you just rest here." The blue-clothed swordsmith was reluctant.

"No need. I have my own place to go." The black-clothed swordsmith turned around and strode out.

The blue-clothed swordsmith couldn't keep him and didn't take it seriously. His master has just made a fortune. With this million crystal beads, he can buy any luxury house he wants, and he will not suffer from wandering and wandering. It is time for him to take a good rest.

...

The moonlight is bleak and the rocks are craggy.

On a rock protruding halfway out of the cliff, a man in red is sitting with his eyes downcast, as if he is meditating or meditating. The wind blew his red robe and made it flutter like waves. Under the moonlight, he had a quiet and flirtatious beauty.

There was the sound of the wind blowing the skirts in the distance, and a man in black rushed up in the blink of an eye.

When he was about to run to the man in red, he stopped and bowed to salute: "Master!"

The man in red slowly opened his eyes, and those flowing eyes shone unpredictablely under the moonlight: "What's the matter?" The voice was magnetic and soft, like a gentle and elegant young man.