"Fellow Taoist, let's stop. We will protect this person's life." Chu Xunyu looked at the young scholar in front of him with a very calm look. Like himself, he was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. The other party floated quietly in the air, turning a blind eye to the crowd chasing on the official road under his feet, staring at the person in front of him with a calm face, his eyes seemed to be trying hard to observe something.

After watching for a long time, the man sighed: "It seems that you didn't come for the Four-Leaf Crocodile."

"That's right." Chu Xunyu shook his head calmly.

"Then do you have an old age with this kid?"

"No, we meet each other in a flat water."

"Then why do you do this?" the man looked surprised, "It's neither a thing nor an old friend."

"Without it, Cang's life is not easy. Since he encounters it, he must save his life."

"Fellow Taoist great virtues, I admire you. However, all things in the world are connected by the word "fate". You are with those two strange seniors. I retreated when I see the difficulties, but I feel unwilling to accept it. So at midnight, I will definitely come to get this opportunity. If I have no part, I will leave by myself. Let's go." After that, the young man nodded slightly, turned around and left.

Chu Xunyu glanced at his far away back in disappointment and sighed in his heart. People in the world really insisted that they would fight for it without the Nan Wall. It would be better to go with the flow. If they join forces with Elder Bingwu, they would not be able to save Erhei's life, and they would have nothing to say, do their best to know the destiny of heaven...

The same scene also appeared in the clouds not far away. Mu Yuan also persuaded another fellow Taoist in the Nascent Soul stage to kill as little as possible without taking action. However, the only difference is that the person who came to recognize Mu Yuan and automatically gave in to the wise. It seems that Mu Yuan was really famous in the world during the battle of the swordsmanship in Yuxu Palace. The Eight Jokers of the Central Plains were not famous.

Let’s talk about Erhei. After being called away, he turned around and ran towards the city. The group of people following him were no exception. He also rushed into the city with rushing speed, but as soon as he entered the city gate, they all screamed and broke. It turned out that the city in front of these monks was empty and there was no one. Now they all realized that they had a trap, and those with great supernatural powers had opened up the space, set up a formation, and trapped them.

Some of these people were furious, while others were helpless and frustrated, but the gap was obvious. They were simply unable to break such a profound formation.

At this time, Xiaoqi, the young man named Erhei, walked to the corner of the city calmly, and met Chu Xunyu and Muyuan who had been waiting for a long time in an unobtrusive alley.

"Senior, how is the matter going?" Mu Yuan asked with a smile, "I haven't run with my legs for a long time."

Xiaoqi gave him a blank look and waved his hand to relieve the transformation. It turned out to be Wangchen. Wangchen said helplessly: "This time I went down the mountain and I have played everything with you juniors. It's really worth this trip."

"Haha, that's right." Mu Yuan looked quite proud, "What's going on? No problem."

"Of course, I threw it into another space. After midnight, I was letting them out."

"Okay, people come and go here, so it's not advisable to stay for a long time. Let's go and see Elder Bingwu." Chu Xunyu frowned and suggested.

"Okay, go."

Erhei was unaware of it and honestly returned to the fourth uncle's shop in the city. He walked through the crowds of people coming and going. As soon as he entered the door, he was seen by the fourth uncle. Uncle four asked in astonishment: "Erhei, why are you doing so early?"

"Huh? Didn't you ask Xiaoqi to call me back?" Erhei was a little confused.

"No." Uncle Fourth put down the guy in his hand, stood up straight, and looked around for a long time, "Xiao Qi? I didn't see anyone else. He hasn't come since yesterday. It seems that I feel a little uncomfortable. Why did he ask you to come back?"

"Ah? This..." Erhei was about to explain, but suddenly a female voice interrupted him.

"Shopkeeper, I'm sorry!"

"Oh? Please come in the guest." As soon as he heard the greeting, the fourth uncle didn't care about Erhei and immediately turned around to greet the guest.

The person who came was Elder Bingwu, but she hid her breath, changed her clothes, and also brought a black hat to cover her face, as if she was a woman in the martial arts world. When she walked into the store, she asked her fourth uncle directly: "Are you the shopkeeper?"

"Yes, do the customer want to buy goods or repair the guy?" Uncle Fourth answered immediately.

"Repair things." Bingwu was not long-winded. He didn't know where to get a tattered big knife and threw it on the table. "This is what my father left behind back then. I want to repair it. The price is easy to negotiate and open it at will."

The fourth uncle picked it up and looked at it, nodded seriously: "The knife is indeed a good knife, but it has been a long time and the damage is quite serious. But it doesn't matter. I will take action myself and it will definitely be repaired. Don't worry."

"The fourth uncle, I'll go back to the shop first." Erhei saw this situation and knew that it was indeed not what the fourth uncle called him back, so he had to go back to work with a look of disappointment.

"Yeah, go." Uncle Fourth responded casually.

"Wait!" Bing Wu reached out to stop Erhei, raised her hand, threw out a large ingot of ingots, and said to Uncle Fourth, "The price is easy to say, but I have a requirement."

"Oh? You ordered me," Uncle Fourth answered immediately.

"You can't do it." Bing Wu pointed at Uncle Four, shook her hand, and pointed to Erhei again, "I want him to repair it."

"Ah?" Uncle Fourth and Erhei were both surprised. Uncle Fourth hurriedly said, "Guest, he is afraid..."

"Yeah? Didn't you say that your skills here are good? Is he not your apprentice?"

"It must be, I taught it one by one, but I'm still young, I'm afraid..."

"That's fine. I want him to practice it. I'll practice it here. This knife is just used as a memory of my father. Don't be so careful." Bing Wu said immediately.

"Okay, Erhei, come, but be careful." Uncle Fourth gave in helplessly, but he was muttering in his heart, what's wrong with this person? He doesn't want a good master, but he just wants the child to get it. But if he gives more money, she will let him go.

"Well, you can take it and do it." Bing Wu looked at Erhei and said lightly.

"Oh, oh." Erhei came to his senses at this time and hurried over to pick up the knife, "Then I will do my best to do my best."

"Yeah." Bing Wu nodded, ignored it, turned around and looked out the door, as if she was waiting for someone.

When Erhei was knocking around the stove, Chu Xunyu and the other two arrived here. Through the street, Mu Yuan shouted loudly: "Miss Wu, it's you, such a coincidence!" It attracted the attention of the pedestrians.

"Miss Wu?" Bing Wu was puzzled for a while, and then realized that the name Bing Wu had become Miss Wu when he came to his mouth. He immediately responded, "Brother Mu, it's you, what a coincidence."

"Brother Mu?" Mu Yuan was so angry that it seemed that the elder of Shushan still wanted to suppress himself as a mortal.

The three of them then came into the shop, and the fourth uncle immediately came up: "How many people know you? Do you want to buy things or repair them?"

"Oh, no, we are looking for someone. We are old friends with this Miss Wu. When we meet today, we can't help chatting for a few more." Chu Xunyu immediately took some broken silver and stuffed it over, "I hope the boss doesn't mind."

"Oh, it's okay, you guys talk, you guys talk, second son, come with tea." The fourth uncle immediately turned around and called the guys to come with tea.

"Yeah, Erhei is here too. You are busy, you are busy." Mu Yuan sat at the table and saw Erhei thrust in the iron in the inner room from a distance. He quickly waved his hand to signal him to continue to be busy. He didn't have to come out, so he lowered his head and chatted with everyone.

After the tea came up, all the idle people retreated. Chu Xunyu accidentally saw the knife that Erhei was repairing, and asked curiously: "Senior Bingwu, your knife seems to be the knife from the previous dynasty. Where did you find it?"

"Oh? Is that right?" Bing Wu was slightly stunned, looked back and said carelessly, "This is something that happened many years ago, and there is still a period of history. I just waited for midnight. Let me tell you to listen to it."

So Bingwu told me about a past story: In the late Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan and Meng Dynasty had been exhausted, and the world was in chaos, and riots were everywhere, bandits were rampant, and the people lived in dire straits, which was really miserable. Elder Bingwu happened to have something to do in Beihai. On the way back to the mountain gate, he passed by Jinan, and happened to be on the shore of Daming Lake. He met a loud horse thief robbed people's wealth, killed and set fire. Bingwu was one of the elders of Shushan, so of course he could not ignore it, so he stretched his body and went down to save people.

But Bingwu was one step late. When she landed, many houses had been burned. The horse thieves shouted and killed everywhere, and it was like adults crying and making trouble for children. It was a tragic situation. Bingwu couldn't help but sigh when she saw this, and had to take action to drive away the horse thieves and save the mortals who were still alive.

During the whole process, there was one thing that Bingwu was particularly careful, that was an old man, panting and waving a steel knife to prevent the thieves from snatching his daughter and fighting against the crowd. However, in the end, he was old and weak and was still killed by the thieves. Before he died, he still hugged the thieves' thighs and sweared not to let them approach their daughters.

His daughter is sixteen years old, as if she is as beautiful as a flower. Seeing that her father was killed, she was furious and angry, unable to bear the humiliation of the thief. Finally, she committed suicide by committing suicide.

When Bingwu arrived, his father was dying and Bingwu had no choice but to do anything. When he was dying, his father didn't know that his daughter had already jumped into the well, and he gasped and begged Bingwu to save his daughter soon. He also handed her the mottled steel knife in his hand to let her protect her children, and then he opened his eyes and died of anger.

Bing Wu took the knife and sighed for a long time. She didn't know the old man's name when she was about to come. She only saw the rough word "Wu" engraved on the hilt of the knife. She probably had the surname Wu, so she put it in her sleeve. She almost forgot these years. If she hadn't used it as a guise today, she wouldn't have remembered it.

As he was talking, Erhei ran over here with a hurried look on his face, looked at Bing Wu carefully and asked, "Miss, your surname is Wu?"

"Ah?" Bing Wu was stunned, and then remembered that Mu Yuan had called him like that just now, so she had to say perfunctorily, "Yeah, yes, my surname is Wu, what's wrong?"

"Did your family live on the shore of Daming Lake in Jinan before?" Erhei was excited.

"What?" Bing Wu was stunned, and then everyone probably understood a little. It could not be the descendants of those people Bing Wu saved back then.

"The world is so great that it is just the word fate." Old God Wangchen took a sip of tea, thinking in his heart that Erhei should be able to recognize Bingwu's identity next.

But Erhei mistakenly thought that Wangchen was admitting that he had lived in Daming Lake for Bingwu, so he rubbed his hands with a flushed face. Seeing Bingwu stammeringly unable to speak, Bingwu said impatiently: "Young man has something to say, why should a man be so hesitant?"

"Then I'll say it." Erhei held his energy and plucked up the courage and said, "What, I... I am... I am Erhei."

"I know you are Erhei, what's wrong?" Bing Wu frowned.

"No...I mean..." Erhei stuttered, "You... Then you are my wife... You can't be wrong... Didn't Dad Wu tell you? You are my wife... I really didn't expect that you have become a heroine... and can still find me..."

"Puchi..." Everyone, including Wangchen, squirted out a mouthful of tea. Even Bingwu, the dignified elder of Shushan, was stunned, thinking that Erhei was joking...

This is exactly what Wangchen said just now. The greatness of the world is nothing more than the word "fate"...
Chapter completed!