Understanding this past experience can also be considered a great thought.

However, I really have no interest in what Dalang and Xiang Pinggong are going to do. I have no intention of fighting for supremacy in the wizard world and gaining supreme power.

After thinking for a long time, I decided to leave them at night. Because of this period of interaction, I really couldn't guess Dalang's thoughts and behaviors, and what he finally decided to do. In addition, his temperament was really unstable and unpredictable.

After carrying the package, I jumped directly from the second floor of the hotel. Because of the ghost war suit, I fell silent when I landed on the ground, and no one noticed it. Taking advantage of the night, I walked towards the provincial avenue. Unexpectedly, just after turning to the corner of the building where the hotel was, I saw Dalang standing under the street light and quietly looking at me, as if he was standing here waiting for me.

I felt nervous and asked, "I can't sleep at all, so I want to come out and take a walk. What a coincidence, you are here too."

Dalang said coldly: "Why would you lie to me and say that you are coming out to peel the cat alive? Why, is it not good to follow me? Why do you want to run away?"

"I'm really not going to run away, but I don't want to be the target of being hunted by Qi Menhai. I still have to complete his mission as soon as possible."

Dalang smiled disdainfully and said, "He dares to chase you? He dares not. Follow me, you don't have to worry about anything, you don't have to be afraid of any wizards or people. I have made a plan, just listen to me. What you need to do next is to install a fake hand for you first. For a forbidden wizard, breaking his right hand may often be fatal."

"But can the fake hand help? The fake hand cannot cast the spell."

"It depends on who made the fake hand. Although it was a fake hand, the difference is huge. In short, just leave these things to me, don't worry too much."

Speaking of this, I had no choice but to go back with him. However, the moment I entered the hotel, I clearly saw a big dog covered in blood standing on the road to the left of my body. It was the one I stepped on to death. I was so surprised, why did it survive again?

After looking at it for a while, the big dog turned around and ran into the darkness. After a while, a pair of green eyeballs lit up in the darkness where the street lights were not as bright as that of the street lights. However, these eyeballs were much larger than those of the ghost wolf. Then, a huge roar came, which sounded deafening.

Dalang seemed to have not heard it at all. I felt scared and didn't dare to stop any longer. I quickly walked into the hotel.

...

The next morning, we finally left here and got on the bus to Nanyun Province where Lugu Lake is located. Obviously, Xiang Pinggong agreed to work with Dalang, and he was moved.

After walking south all the whole day, we got off the bus in a small town called "Denglin Pavilion" on the border of Jinchuan Province. The landform of this village is not as poetic as its name, but is a plateau area with extremely water scarcity. The ground is yellow sand and the house is mud wall. Except for the sky that is blue, which shows that the air is good, everything else is yellow.

Xiang Pinggong asked, "Qiaozi now lives here? This place is too bitter and cold, right?"

Dalang moved slightly and stood on a protruding high ground. He looked around and said, "Yes, it's here."

After saying that, he jumped back and took us forward. It felt like we had been walking on the dirt road for a long time, and even our faces were covered with dirt and dust. The three of us became yellow, gray and dust-gray.

Just as I was about to ask, the three of us finally stood in front of a two-story cave. Looking around, four or five strong guys inside pulled the bellows to quench the iron. The open space in front of the cave was filled with various iron tools. In terms of appearance, I did not see any superior skills. From the bottom of my heart, I thought it was just a bunch of rough and molded farm equipment.

Seeing us staying and not leaving, one of the guys came out and asked, "Boss, what kind of equipment do you want to make?"

At the end of 1999, there were indeed many furniture in mainland China, made of blacksmiths. But soon, with the economic level of mainland China, the blacksmith business completely disappeared just a few years later.

The man in front of him was majestic and dark in skin. Although the weather was cold at this time, his arms were covered with sweat and he was wearing single clothes.

Amid the sound of ironworks, Dalang said loudly: "Boss Qiao, old friends are here to visit, aren't they coming out to greet them yet?"

As soon as Dalang's voice fell, a small door next to the cave opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties bent down and walked out.

This man has the standard appearance of a farmer in the southern part of Jinchuan Province. He has a white turban on his head, a blue cloth jacket on his body, and a brass bong stuck in his waist. His skin was dark and the wrinkles on his face were as clear and clear as if they were carved by a knife and axe. At first glance, he looked like the local native.

However, his entire left leg disappeared, replaced by a brass stick, so every time he took a step forward, he would make a "tuk-tuk" sound.

Seeing Dalang and Xiang Pinggong, his wrinkles suddenly stretched out, and he laughed "Haha" and said, "How could you two old guys meet together? It's really unexpected! Unexpected!"

After saying that, he quickly made a "please" gesture and said at the same time: "Hurry, please sit in the room."

We entered the cave. Although the gate was narrow, the space inside the cave was not small. What is amazing is that the walls of the house were hung with all kinds of exquisitely crafted weapons, which was completely different from the agricultural equipment outside the house. I couldn't help but put away all the previous contempt.

What surprised me even more was that in the middle of the room, there was a dragon-shaped sword that was exactly the same as the one I saw in the general's tomb. With my eyes, I couldn't tell at all the difference between the two.

Seeing me looking at the giant sword carefully, Blacksmith Qiao couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what this is?"

"This is the weapon used by the Dragon Swordsman."

"That's right, it's the right way. It's also the dragon jiao among the dragon and phoenix rings. I've never seen a real figure. It's just made of pig iron based on other people's descriptions." Qiao Chuizi explained to me like a tour guide.

"So, what about the object you are like here is Feng Jue?"

"It's really not. People in the world only know the dragon and the phoenix. That's right, you have to discover it."

"Damn me?" I asked in confusion.

"Of course it's up to you. According to legend, the seal of the Dragon Tomb must be opened by the top cultivators of the eight forbidden techniques. As far as I know, any skill of the other seven wizard forbidden techniques has the existence of a top king in the world today. However, only this summoning technique, let alone the past hundred years, has always been lacking in good terms.

As long as you can become one of the top experts, the launch period of the Dragon Tomb is in front of you. Could it be that your father didn't tell you these words?" Qiao Clepton seemed to be very familiar with me, but he was also very puzzled.
Chapter completed!