"You said you want to restore the demon body?" Su Jin was a little surprised when he received Murong Hongzhuang. "Have you quarreled with Zhang Ye? I'll help you clean him up."

Murong Hongzhuang blushed and shook his head: "No, my people are in danger, I have to go back and save them..."

Su Jin stared at Murong Hongzhuang for a long time: "You are half-demon and half-human. There is no problem in restoring the demon body." Su Jin paused, "But you are gone, what will Zhang Ye do?"

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

"Fine..." Su Jinsu flipped his hand and added a pill, "After taking it, you will turn into a fox demon again. Think about what you want to do."

"Thank you Shangxian." Murong Hongzhuang bowed to his knees, took the medicine, and then left.

Just before leaving, Murong Hongzhuang said, "Zhang Ye gave it to you."

After speaking, Murong Hongzhuang turned into a red light and disappeared into the sky.

Su Jin was stunned, sighed without comment.

The next day, Zhang Ye got up in a refreshing mood and stroked the person next to the pillow: "Little makeup, your skin is so hard..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ye woke up in a spirited spirit, and Murong's red makeup was soft as jade. How could it be so shameless?

Zhang Ye looked intently, a pangolin was trembling in his arms.

"Holding the grass, did I and you last night?" Zhang Ye looked like the sky collapsed, "Yaoshou!"

...

Zhang Ye came to the house next door in a panic. This was the first time he had come to Murong Hongzhuang. He knocked on the door and no one answered. He pushed the door, but it was not locked.

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

"Zhang Ye, when you read this letter, it means that I have already left. Being able to get acquainted with you is the luckiest thing for me in this thousand years."

"Please forgive me for being selfish, but I have to fulfill my mission. Goodbye if you are destined, don't read it."

Signed, Murong red makeup.

Zhang Ye froze in place, feeling as if he had been slashed in his heart.

Why is it always like this, the people you like will leave yourself? Han Ling'er is like this, Xiaoen is like this, and Murong Hongzhuang is like this?

Zhang Yebei came out of it and walked out of the house like a walking corpse. At this time, an old voice shouted: "Patch the eight characters, test the marriage, ask the future, and don't ask for money."

Zhang Ye looked up and saw an old woman holding a signboard showing the way of an immortal. Although he was not superstitious, he was somewhat suspicious of life at this moment.

"Senior, can you give me a divination?" Zhang Ye stopped the old woman.

The old woman's headscarf covered her face, only a pair of eyes were exposed, but there were no white eyes, which was a little oozing.

The old woman said, "What does the son want to ask?"

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

The old woman asked for Zhang Ye's birth date, pinched and counted, and then said: "Sometimes in fate must be there, but there is no time to force it in fate."

This hexagram is better than not, Zhang Ye sighed and left.

The old woman looked at Zhang Ye's back for a long time, and muttered to herself: "Obviously it is short-lived, why give birth to supreme bone? It's weird!"

Zhang Ye got more and more angry and felt fooled. He turned around and said, "Old liar, give me the money."

But he was stunned, and in such a blink of an eye, the old fortune-telling liar was already gone.

Holding the grass, Zhang Ye cursed, and his mood became even worse. Let's go out of business for one day today.

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

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

Murong Hongzhuang hesitated for a moment and swallowed the pill. Not long after, a pair of fluffy ears grew from Murong Hongzhuang's head. She felt the changes in her body and quickly took out the mirror to watch.

Murong Hongzhuang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there were only more ears, not as scary as other monster races.

"Don't worry, she looks pretty." Granny Ghost Eye smiled, holding Murong Hongzhuang's hand and stepping into the entrance of the demon world.

"Back to the demon world, you are the holy."

...

At the gate of the blacksmith shop, a notice was posted: "I am in a bad mood, and business is temporarily closed."

Those monks who had waited until now had their hair exploded, and the little monks who had run errand stickers were beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces.

Afterwards, a group of people discussed: "What to do, Master Zhang will not be able to see him."

"Let's break in, and then lose Master Zhang's door."

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

"Don't worry, I do psychological counseling, even if his wife runs away, I can make him laugh out loud!"

Just do what they said, and a group of people started hitting Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop. However, after the blacksmith shop's defense was upgraded, it was enough to withstand the intrusion of the masters of the Integral Realm.

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

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

Zhang Ye's voice was faint in the blacksmith's shop: "Guess it."

The patrol leader’s face was a little twitched, he was fooled. He tied the dragon cable and **** more than twenty monks who broke the door. No matter how everyone begged for mercy, he was like a tracker pulling a boat, dragging him more than twenty. People drove to the city guard house.

After such a disturbance, everyone dared not smash the door anymore, and only hoped that Master Zhang's mood would get better soon.

As the sun sets, a fat figure walking like flying, Wang Yue is half anxious, he has been on a business trip for a few days, and Tiandao City has changed.

Wang Yue came to the magic blacksmith shop in a hurry and wanted to knock on the door, but saw that the blacksmith shop was surrounded by people and couldn't get in at all.

Wang Yue half pondered, thinking of something, and found out a jade slip that was crushed. This was the contact jade slip that Zhang Ye gave him.

Wang Yueban wandered for a while. When he worked with Zhang Ye, it was a mutually beneficial relationship, but now, Zhang Ye has become a super blacksmith who surpasses the four principals of Tianbing Pavilion, and Mount Emei can't afford it anymore.

However, when Wang Yueban came this time, he still wanted to talk to Zhang Ye. He didn't ask Zhang Ye to give all the magic weapons to Emei Shanyue. He would be satisfied if he could occasionally pick up some hands-on work.

Wang Yueban waited left and right, but Zhang Ye did not go out. At this moment, a voice came from a small alley: "Wang Fatty, here."

Wang Pang is Zhang Ye's unique name for Wang Yueban. Before listening to Wang Yueban, Wang Yueban still felt unhappy, but now, it is like hearing the heavens.

Wang Yue leaned in half happily, and arched her hands: "Master Zhang, long time no see."

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

Zhang Ye looked back and saw that there was a ghost, Fatty Wang. Wang Yueban got stuck on the side door, making his face red and unable to get in.

The side door of Zhang Ye's house was opened too small, and Wang Yueban's size was indeed difficult for him.

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

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

Wang Yue was so moved that he wanted to cry. He thought that Zhang Ye would be dragged to the sky now that he became famous, but he never thought that he was still so approachable and abiding by the previous contract.

Wang Yueban said, "By the way, Master Zhang, will you build the best Danding?"

"Yeah." Zhang Ye paused, "You should call me Zhang Ye, it's awkward." Wang Yue is a pretty good person, and Zhang Ye should be his friend.

Wang Yueban was a little moved. He smiled bitterly, "Okay Zhang Ye, put aside the swordsmanship, why didn't you tell me that you would build the best spirit weapon?"

"You didn't ask either." Zhang Ye also understands now, the best spirit weapon is better to sell.

Wang Yue was half speechless, and tried to say: "Zhang Ye, give me Emeishan Yue, the spirit tool you built later, you are nine and one."

"No." Zhang Ye refused simply and neatly.

Wang Yueban sighed. With Zhang Ye's current fame, there is indeed no need to deal with the auction house.

But Zhang Ye continued: "I'm nine and you are one, so what you earn is still two or eight points." The operation of Emeishan Yue requires costs, and Zhang Ye does not do this kind of unsuccessful things in giving birth to a son.

Wang Yue suddenly realized that Zhang Ye meant this. His nose was sour, and he was so moved: "Zhang Ye, I love you."

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

After a while, the two re-finalized the cooperation plan. Wang Yue half left, but he struggled for a long time and was completely stuck on the side door~lightnovelpub.net~Zhang Ye, should I open the door? "Wang Yue can't get in even halfway in, and can't get out.

"You can't dismantle this door, let me help you." Don't even think of destroying the bricks and tiles of the blacksmith's shop at the Combination Realm, Wang Yue is half way away.

"Then how do you help me?" Wang Yue was half wondering, and Zhang Ye kicked him out.

...

Day by day, Zhang Ye's mood was still not high, and the blacksmith shop opened fewer and fewer doors. Even if they opened the door every time, they only closed the business after receiving the reserved customers.

Fortunately, the monks can buy magic weapons made by Zhang Ye from Mount Emei.

These days, the number of monks in Tiandao City has suddenly increased a lot, because the day when the three hundred sects of Tiandao opens and accepts disciples is approaching, and the streets and alleys are full of young talents.

On this day, Tiangang was in the dark. In the central square of Tiandao City, three hundred tables were arranged around him. Zhang Ye sat in the seat of the Lingtai Sect and was responsible for attracting newcomers.

The other seats are also seated by the big brothers of their respective sects, probably for the sake of face, at least they are all powers above Yuan Ying.

Therefore, Zhang Ye's later period of the Golden Elixir appeared to be exceptionally different.

The people from the three hundred sects knew Zhang Ye's weight more or less, so they didn't dare to laugh. Instead, many sect lords came over to chat with Zhang Ye.

But those young talents who have just arrived, the ghosts know what Zhang Ye does, think that the Lingtai Sect is at this level, and laugh from time to time.

Therefore, there are long queues of applicants for seats in other sects, but the Lingtai sect is the only place where no one cares.

"Elder Glory, don't worry about sleeping. If no one is recruited, you will definitely be laughed at by other sects." The Lingtai Sect disciple was anxious.

Zhang Ye rubbed his wistful eyes, and scanned the newcomers in the square: "Isn't there a lot of talent, the real genius, I haven't gotten up yet."