C94 Kayak

In the early spring, the night sky was full of stars. It was as cool as clear water, and it was extremely quiet. Only the sound of the horses' hooves could be heard.

Gu Xueluo followed behind Yun Jiu Tang, puzzled. Hadn't that army been annihilated by his family three years ago, how could they look for him now? Could it be that he was going to find the corpse of Qian Jun in the grave? He saw Yun Jiu Tang ride his horse quickly, and before Gu Xue could ask, he had already sped out of the small town.

At this moment, the sky turned slightly white. Jade Wall City was like a drowsy beauty, as if she was still immersed in her slumber and had yet to fully awaken. Occasionally, the sound of chickens and dogs barking could be heard in the quiet city, mixed with a few scattered sounds of people selling goods in the morning market. Everything seemed like it had just awoken.

At the corner of the iron street, an inconspicuous metal shop had just opened its doors. A red flag hung at the entrance with the word "Household Iron" written in large, black characters on it. The entire Iron Street was a rather old street in Jade Wall City. The reason it was called Iron Street was because this street was famous for forging and selling iron grade equipment. He roughly estimated that on the entire street, there were more than 40 iron grade shops that sold weapons, farm tools, and daily necessities. These shops varied in size, but most of them were doing business. Of course, in addition to the sales, there were also blacksmiths who mainly focused on forging and smelting. Compared to the ironsmith's shop, there were even more blacksmith shops on this street. A house, a large furnace in the house, a flag outside the house, and the employment of three or five young and strong workers would be enough to open a blacksmith's shop. Of course, the blacksmith still had to have skills. A skilled blacksmith could make the blacksmith thrive and become the birthplace of many godly weapons. On the other hand, he could only make daily necessities like pots and pans.

At dawn, this blacksmith shop opened. The flag with the word "Household Iron" on it fluttered in the wind. This shop had been open on the Iron Street for more than three years. Compared to the numerous blacksmith shops, its business could only be regarded as average, and even a little depressed. But it has two distinctive features: first, it is always the first to open its doors in the whole Iron Street, and second, it only makes farm tools and household utensils. Therefore, this blacksmith shop called "Household Iron" was very unique and out of place in the whole street.

It was strange to say that the purpose of other people opening their shops on the Iron Street was to earn money, but the owner of the "Household Iron" never seemed to think about how to earn more money. He would regularly open the door to the first rays of dawn and close under the starlight. As far as blacksmiths were concerned, the profit for weapons was the highest, while the profit for farm tools and daily appliances was the lowest. Therefore, more than half of the shops on the Iron Street were only used for making sharp weapons.

The door of the family iron shop was completely open, and a man walked out. His skin was dark, as if he had been grilled by the flames of the stove all day long. His face was filled with ravines, and he wore a light gray cloth robe. He held a basin of dry firewood in his hand and skillfully placed it in the corner to light the fire. A moment later, he took the burning firewood into the furnace and poured it into the furnace. He then pulled the bellows.

At this moment, it was already dawn. There were more and more pedestrians on the streets of the city, as if all of them had walked out at the same time. The streets were packed with people, and Jade Wall City would once again begin its bustling day.

Within the tea shop, Yun Jiuchang and Gu Xueluo had shed their fatigue from a night of travelling and were currently eating a steaming hot breakfast. On the table, there was a plate of fragrant spring rolls, a steamer dumpling that had just come out of the pot, and a dish of side dishes. The two of them enjoyed the sweet porridge that was unique to the tea shop and completely forgot about their night of travel and exhaustion. For the human world, perhaps, food is the best way to relieve the fatigue, it is more effective than a long rest.

"After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two of them walked out of the tea shop." Where are we going now? " Gu Xueluo asked. Along the way, she just kept running non-stop with Yun Jiu Tang like a aimless kite.

"There's a metal street not far ahead." Yun Jiuchang pointed at a distant street, "Let's go find a blacksmith shop."

"Do we need iron?" Gu Xueluo puzzledly asked. Yun Jiu Tang had already moved forward, so she hastily followed.

The sun had set, but the house iron shop was surprisingly cold today. There was not a single customer, and the blacksmith was in no hurry to take a look at the finished products of the tools, as if he was trying to find any flaws. He slowly strolled to the door of the shop and stared blankly at the hurrying crowd in the distance.

At this moment, two figures entered his line of sight, slowly walking towards him. As the two of them got closer, he was able to see the face of one of them. Such a familiar face, it was the vicious and cold-blooded Demon Realm's Solitary Star Young Master, Yun Jiuchang. Right! It was him! The determined face, the eyes as sharp as knives, the cold expression.

The blacksmith's eyes were filled with fear, Yun Jiuchang's image was already deeply etched in his mind. Two years ago, it was this figure who had barged into his sect and annihilated all of his sect members. He too had been defeated by Yun Jiu Tang's sharp sword. At the last moment, just as he was about to accept his death, Yun Jiuchang unexpectedly let him go and waved his hand, sighing, "Go. The further you go, the better. Don't ever come back!"

The blacksmith looked in surprise at Yun Jiu Tang and the beautiful girl standing beside him. This girl was elegant and refined, with a white robe that transcended the mortal world. Her hair was like a black waterfall hanging down to her ears, and her white gauze gave off an inviolable majesty.

After a short while, the blacksmith broke the awkward silence and said, "Two guests, may I know what you are here for? Do you need me to forge iron grade equipment?" His voice was simple, honest, and steady, exuding a strong sense of philistinism, as if he really was an ordinary blacksmith.

Yun Jiu Tang laughed and hid the black blade in his hand, trying his best to make the scene calmer and calmer. "Finding an ordinary metal shop in the busy city and feeling the life aura of the human world, naturally experiencing life and death, joy, anger, sorrow, and feeling free and unrestrained, this is much better than the other five realms."

The blacksmith could feel Yun Jiu Tang staring at him with his sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see through everything he knew. He could not help but tremble and the corner of his mouth twitched, "You …" "What are you saying? I don't understand. I'm in a blacksmith's shop …" He really wanted to give himself a few tight slaps. Why did his words suddenly become halting, and before he could even begin to breathe, he was already out of breath.

I don't care if this is a blacksmith's shop, "Yun Jiu Tang said as he slowly paced back and forth, looking at everything in the shop. There were flames spewing from the stove, and the finished products were placed in the most conspicuous position. After two years, he had already assimilated into the life of human beings," Qian Jun, can it be that you really can't remember me. This sentence was like a showdown, revealing the blacksmith's true identity.

The blacksmith's eyes suddenly glazed over. He was brimming with vigor just a moment ago, but now his eyes glazed over as he said in a sad tone, "A deep blood feud... How dare you forget?! Are you here to seek revenge?" His expression turned strange and unreadable, his eyes changing to one of fear, the same fear he had faced two years before in the gates of blood.

At this moment, the streets were bustling with people. As they brushed past each other, the two of them faced each other as if there was no one else present. Yun Jiu Tang smiled and shook his head lightly, "Qianjun, if I wanted to seek revenge, I wouldn't need to travel thousands of miles to find you. Wouldn't it be better if I killed you with just one sword strike from the Blood Vengeance Sect back then?"

The thousand man army seemed to be alerted and felt that this was not without reason. Then why did he come? In these two years, he had long cut off all connections with the Demon World, quietly became a lowly blacksmith, and spent all his time dealing with the people who sold meat and milk. Qian Jun was startled as he said sternly, "If they aren't here to seek revenge, then why are they here? "I'm just an ordinary blacksmith right now. Is there anything else I can help you with?" What Qian Jun said was true. He had long since escaped from the demonic powers and became the mortal body of the human realm. He had long since left the bloody battles in the Six Realms and had nothing to do with those plots.

Gu Xueluo, who had been standing by the side for a long time, heard their conversation. She suddenly remembered the rumors about Yun Jiu Tang exterminating the Blood Vengeance Sect all by himself and had guessed most of them. She then interjected, "We've come to find you this time because we want to find a person. She might be related to you …"

Without waiting for Gu Xueluo to finish, she said, "Miss Xue Luo, I think you misunderstood. I've been forging iron tools here for the past two years and I don't know anyone else. I'm afraid the two of you have been disappointed."

"That may not be so," Yun Jiu Tang replied, no longer planning to beat around the bush. "I'm only asking you, there's a female disciple in the middle music world named Painting Hall Chun. Are you two familiar with each other?"

Painting Hall Spring? Hearing this name, Qian Jun's expression turned indifferent, "What female disciple of the middle music industry? What art hall's spring? I don't even know this name, and I've never heard of it before!" His voice was resolute and decisive without a trace of delay or doubt.

"Oh? "Is that so?" Yun Jiu Tang seemed to have already expected him to say this, so he took out the light orange robe, "You're familiar with this shirt, right? This is the dress of the female disciple of the music industry, Tang Chun. I'm curious, why would your name be sewn on it."

Looking at the orange robe in Yun Jiu Tang's hands, Qian Jun's face paled. "Yes, this shirt is very familiar. No matter how worn out it is, he can still recognize it. This is a gift he gave to his loved one back then, so how could he forget about it?" You... You... How did she obtain this piece of clothing? She … Is she all right? " Qian Jun stammered as his lips quivered and his eyes glinted. He was lost in endless pain as he reminisced.

Yun Jiu Tang put away his clothes and slowly walked into the iron shop, looking at the visiting metal vessels that were full of life, "So you know her? Where did she come from and where did she come from?" Yun Jiu Tang looked away from the container and stared at Qian Jun like he was an arrow.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, "Sigh, we can only blame ourselves for being too simple-minded in the past, and didn't expect so many things to happen in the future." His voice trembled a little, and his gaze was dispirited, as if he was a lonely and helpless old man telling a story from the past, "She is not called Painting Hall Spring, she is the servant girl of the Devil Ancestor, Yue Hua. We shouldn't be together, love that transcends boundaries was not accepted by the secular world in the first place. "Later on, it was also discovered by the ruler shaped eyebrows, so he used it as a threat to force the moonlight into hiding in the mortal world, and pretended to be a female disciple in the middle of the music world. He specially helped him pry out the news regarding the Setting Sun Sword and the Mysterious Great Veins diagram …"

"The sword ruler's brow is actually so despicable!" Gu Xueluo raged.

Yue Hua had accepted her shameless condition for the sake of our love, and four years ago she had already entered the music industry. But now, two years of the promise period has already passed, and the ruler's eyebrows are still using all kinds of excuses to threaten her. Yue Hua is already in danger, but she is unable to escape …

"So she's from the demon realm," Yun Jiuchang was secretly surprised. Yue Hua had already hidden herself in the mortal realm before he became a demon. No wonder he had never heard of this person before in the demon realm.

"I have not been in contact for a long time. Ever since Young Master Yun made a promise to spare my life, I have fled from all distractions, wanting to be an ordinary mortal for the rest of my life." Qian Jun looked at all the furnishings in the "home iron" shop with pity. The bellows, the furnace, the iron ware, the unformed grindstone, all the familiar things he loved now. As for his old feelings, they had long disappeared with the wind.

"But Yuehua … Oh, no, it should be Painting Hall Spring. She doesn't think so. Perhaps in her heart, this relationship between you two is the most precious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have bowed down to be a female disciple in the Central Melody Arena." Yun Jiu Tang looked at the blacksmith in front of him. Two years ago, he had been swearing blood against the blacksmith. How awe-inspiring he had been, as time went by, making people sigh endlessly.

"What she thinks is her business," the Captain sighed. "It was a mistake for us to cross the border together, so it's good that she forgets about me as soon as possible."

Gu Xueluo was immediately angered when she saw how thousand soldiers didn't cherish feelings. "How can you be so cold and merciless? Can you just give up such deep feelings as you see?" From Gu Xueluo's point of view, if a person could give up even their feelings, then such a person would be iron-hearted and hopeless.

He knew that it was meaningless to refute her now, so he let time dilute everything. Perhaps from two years ago when Yun Jiu Tang had pardoned him, he just wanted to be an ordinary mortal, forge the iron that he liked, and run his own blacksmith shop.

"It's Ruan Ling from the Raccoon Workshop, my childhood. She was murdered last month and all the clues pointed to the Painting Hall Spring," Yun Kudang muttered, "Over the years, she must have leaked a lot of information regarding the Setting Sun Sword and the Mysterious Great Vein Map in the middle music industry." Yun Jiu Tang looked at him, astonished that he had really taken this feeling that was once etched into his heart, and felt a wave of sadness in his heart. "Now we're going to the music industry to capture Painting Hall Chun, you …" Yun Jiu Tang suddenly regretted telling him all of this, worried that it would add to his grief.

"As I said, she has nothing to do with me." The bellows made a "whoosh" sound, and the flames that were about to go out of the furnace began to blaze again.

Seeing Qian Jun's reaction, Yun Jiu Tang felt his heart ache, but then he suddenly felt relieved. That's right, he was no longer the Thousand Army of the Demon World that was sworn brothers. He was only a blacksmith of the "family iron", forging iron every day and selling iron.

Yun Jiu Tang turned and left, and Gu Xue Luo also left angrily, her eyes filled with anger. Their figures slowly disappeared into the distance. Suddenly, Qian Jun walked out of the shop and called out, "Young Master Yun," he said calmly, "That year, I thank you for your mercy!" With that, he bowed deeply, turned around, and walked back into the shop.

Yun Jiu Tang stood there for a moment before sighing. Then he turned around and walked into the bustling crowd with Gu Xue Luo.