After leaving the customs, Jun Moye and A Lian left the Western Wulin and headed to the Central Plains.

They didn't know that after they left, an uninvited guest came to the unknown mountain where they were settled.

"Young Master, according to the road viewing map, there is the boundary of Tiannan Mountain in front of you." A Lian held the map and raised his hand to point to the mountain with a span of several miles in front.

"It's going to be dark, and there are no hotel market towns nearby. It seems that today we are going to sleep in the wilderness." Jun Moye said while walking forward.

"Maybe you can find someone by climbing over Tiannan Mountain." A Lian followed behind and said expectantly.

"Maybe..." Jun Moye didn't have any hope. The suffering was so big that it was sparsely populated, and the wilderness was everywhere in the mountains.

Ding! Ding! Ding!…

After climbing Tiannan Mountain, a sound of gold and iron knocking came from the front through the mountains and forests.

"Hey, there is no way out for mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers!" Jun Moye and A Lian were delighted, and there was a house ahead.

Along the mountain road, Jun Moye and A Lian walked all the way. Soon, a thatched cottage appeared in the sight of the two of them.

In front of the thatched cottage, a hunchbacked old man with white hair was concentrating on making irons.

"Oh, a guest is here." Before Jun Moye and A Lian got closer, the old man stopped what he had and turned to look at the two people coming along the mountain road.

"The old man is disturbing," A Lian stepped forward and said to the old man with a smile, "We are passers-by. How far is the nearest market town?"

"The nearest town is still fifty miles away. If you stay in the house, you may not be able to catch up with the current time." The old man replied.

"This..." A Lian turned around and looked at Jun Moye with the intention of asking in his eyes.

"Old man, it's getting late. I wonder if my master and servant can stay here for a night. Of course, accommodation fees are indispensable." Jun Moye stepped forward and said.

"Ten taels, five taels per person can pack food." The old man stretched out a finger and said with a smile.

"...Yes." Jun Moye looked at A Lian and nodded.

"This is ten taels, please keep it away." A Lian took out ten taels of silver and handed it to the old man.

"Okay, please follow me, two of you." The old man smiled and took the money and walked into the thatched cottage.

"Young master, stay, A Lian go and take a look first." A Lian took the lead and prepared to go in and clean up the room first, so as not to be too sloppy. Seeing the old man's appearance, A Lian didn't think this thatched cottage could be clean.

Seeing this, Jun Moye stayed outside indifferently.

Looking around, outside the thatched cottage was a burning stove, and there were several finished and semi-finished swords and swords on the chopping board.

Jun Moye picked up a sword, and the sword edge was shining brightly. The mirror-like sword body reflected Jun Moye's face. A little cold light condensed between the high burning blade on the blade, as if it was constantly flowing, adding to the sharp and coolness.

"The old man is very skilled." Jun Moye exclaimed.

"Thank you for your compliment, sir." The old man who came out of the thatched cottage smiled proudly.

"I am bothering A Lian here, and I have not introduced myself yet," Jun Moye turned around and said with a smile, "In the lower Jun Moye, what do you call the old man?"

"Qiaolong, half-camel, just call me half-camel," said the old man.

"What a half-cup. The Central Plains is really a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger. You can meet a master if you walk around." Jun Moye looked up and down at the hunchbacked old man.

Although the man in front of him looked like he was about to be silenced, the sword intent that could not be underestimated in his body was difficult to hide from Jun Moye's eyes.

"Oh, old, how can you be called a master?" Bantuohua shook his head and smiled bitterly, "If it comes to masters, sir, that's the case."

"Ha, I'm humble." Jun Moye smiled.

"I heard what the gentleman said just now, it seems that the gentleman is not from the Central Plains?" Bantuohua changed the topic and seemed to be talking about the family matters.

"We two came from Nanwulin, and this time we came to Zhongyuan to find someone." Jun Moye did not hide much, but on the contrary, he also intended to get some information from Bantuohua.

"Oh? Who are you looking for, sir? I wonder if I can know old man?" Bantuohua asked tentatively.

"It's not something shameful, and what's wrong," Jun Moye generously revealed the names of the three people, "Saint Master, Old Buddha, and Taoist Master."

"Well? If the old man remembers correctly, these three people should be the leaders of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism." Bantuohua said in surprise.

"Yes, the old man knows where they are?" Jun Mojie asked with a smile on his face.

"I used to know a little while ago, but hundreds of years ago, after the three sect leaders and the Demon Lord, the Demon Realm, duel in the duel on the Huanglong Road, there was no news." Bantuohua said.

"They are dead?" Jun Moye frowned, and the majestic aura that had originally restrained suddenly became turbulent!

"Uh!" Bantuohua, who was facing Jun Moye, suddenly felt a mountain pressing towards him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

This aura suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly. While Bantuo was relieved, he found that cold sweat had already oozed out of his forehead.

"It shouldn't be there yet. After all, the status of the leader of the Three Sects is respectful. If such a big man dies, it will inevitably cause shock to the Three Sects. But to this point, there is no news about this in the world." Bantuowa wiped the sweat from his forehead and secretly complained, "Where is this strong man that emerges, it's a bit scary."

"It's good if you're not dead." Jun Moye looked up at the sky, and he didn't know when the sun had set.

"Young Master, please be hungry. A Lian goes to prepare supper." At this time, A Lian, who had already cleaned up the room, walked out, "Old man, where is the kitchen?"

"Oh, I'll take the girl there." Bantuohua immediately smiled and led A Lian towards the kitchen.

...

The next day, when the sun shone in the sky and the half-camel was already working, Jun Moye and A Lian were already packing up their things and preparing to set off again.

"Young man..."

"Why are you..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

...

Outside the thatched cottage, the sound of iron thundering disappeared, but the sound of many people talking came.

"It seems that the old man's business is good. There are customers coming to the door so early." A Lian packed up his luggage and said to Jun Moye with a smile.

"Not necessarily, maybe I'm just passing by like us." Jun Moye said, stepping out of the thatched cottage.

"Hmm? Is there a stranger? Just right, do you think the sword made by the old man is a sword or scrap iron?" A white-haired swordsman in blue uniform said to Jun Moye who walked out of the thatched cottage with aura.

"Huh?" Jun Moye looked at the half-tuohua holding a sword. Beside him was a boy with scars and herpes on his face.

"The bad guest is here, disturbing Mr. "The half-tuo apologized to Jun Moye.

"It's okay," Jun Moye waved his hand and looked at the white-haired swordsman, "It's not just someone who said that the sword is not yours. It's better to try it with your sword. If the sword in the old man's hand can be cut off, then it's a scrap iron. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!