Trafford’s Trading Club

Lie on the couch with Dae-chul and some faint red mist escaping from your body.

They were soon absorbed by the pendant on the necklace hanging from Daechul's neck. And this key-shaped pendant is Zhanlu's sword... and the light red fog that escaped from Dazhu's body gradually became less and less, knowing that it would not eventually emerge.

He hit an arrears, sat up, and loosened his neck, feeling only one vibration, seemed comfortable.

“You're awake. ”

“Miss Unight. ”

Dae-chul stood up hastily.

The maid came to Daechul with a smile on her face and glanced at the pendant around his neck, "Zhanlu is a sword of Wangdao. Though the quickest way to master the power of a sword is through killing, too much killing is not good. So it instinctively cleanses you of excess killing. ”

Dae-chul suddenly came over, no wonder after a nap, that feeling of heaven had almost disappeared.

“What do we do now?” Dazhu asked refreshingly.

“Follow me. ”

The next place the maid took Dae-chul was the boss's study, which Dae-chul had actually visited several times, so she was not new.

What exactly does this study look like?

Just like the old bookstores that specialize in selling all sorts of old secretaries, even those that are hard to find on the market, hidden deep in the corner.

In the eyes of Dae-chul's curiosity, the maid walked directly to a bookcase and waved - a thick hard book on the bookcase was shaking slightly at this time, and soon, from the top right corner of the bookcase, a thick booklet flew out and fell into Yu's hands.

The maid flipped through the thick booklet and turned around.

“What is this?” Dae-chul asked curiously.

Unight looked up and laughed: “Old ledger… that's what we're going to do next. ”

White fingers gently scratched a page on a thick booklet, so some light smoke floated off the page, and then a combination became text in front of Dae-chul.

Looking at these slightly floating words in the air, Da Zhe was stunned.

But these words quickly changed from Dae-chul's eyes to a light cigarette and dissipated.

“See clearly?” Unight asked softly.

Dae-chul nodded his consciousness and then looked weird: “This… this was a deal 2,000 years ago? ”

Looks like the maid was born 300 or 400 years ago.

Unight nodded: “Correctly, it's an unfinished deal… what the Guest has told us needs to be realized recently. ”

Dae-chul rubbed his chin a little unconsciously, "How much did this customer... pay? ”

“There is always equivalence.” Night smiled softly: “All we have to do is satisfy the Guest's request, that's all. ”

“This... does our boss know?” Dae-chul asked with some curiosity.

“Master, he's a good learner.” The maid said softly at the moment: "I turned over a lot of books when I first took over, and in order to complete this deal, I already started preparing... for example, to hand over Zhanlu to you and make you the Black Soul Messenger. ”

Dae-chul scratched his head, "I heard the 18th sister say that there are several quite horrible black soul messengers... shouldn't they do better than me as a newbie? ”

“They're all on vacation.” The night was quiet, “the master said, meaning he didn't intend to end their vacation early. Besides, it is time to supplement the many black soul messengers that have been consumed before… it is a consideration of all kinds. ”

Dae-chul had some thoughts.

Midnight closed the booklet and put it back where it belongs.

She seemed to shrug, and then she pulled out a sheet of books from another bookcase. It's just that she didn't open the booklet, she opened a little distorted space and threw it in.

Dae-chul looked at it curiously, but didn't ask too much.

Yet the Night of Good Night said: "There are different kinds of Dark Souls Messengers. In addition to looking for customers, there are also people like you who are more responsible for the type of battle, and of course there are some who are specifically responsible for collecting bills. A guy's vacation is almost over, so get him ready for work in advance. ”

The one who always feels that the maid arranged the work... isn't this a bad time?

“Well, let's go. ”

“Oh... okay!” Da Cheol nodded quickly.

……

……

Wolong Hills.

Yunhui made people build up some swallow nest porridge and bring it to Mr. Blind himself.

Wolong Hills is used to entertain people in the Taoist world, where the ingredients are the finest - it doesn't seem that occasionally people in the Taoist world will find valleys, many will choose to eat, and their requirements for ingredients are very strict.

“Dao Qingxia Zi, eat something and make up for your energy. ”

“Have a heart. ”

Mr. Blind nodded when he woke up from a fight. After a period of manipulation, he looked a little better, but still looked like a very ill patient with some impotence.

Watching Mr. Blind eat slowly, Yunhui had many doubts, but he still couldn't resist not talking - such as this Taoist Taoist, who was clearly a great sinner in the Taoist realm, but was able to get preferential treatment from the Authority.

Even, because of one of his demands, the superiors of the Authority, stunned to interrupt the obscurantism of the predecessor who entered the Way of War in the middle of the night.

“You're not curious what my relationship is with the Authority.” Mr. Blind stopped his hand after a few sips of swallow nest porridge.

Yun Hui hesitated for a moment and nodded, but when he thought that the senior seemed blind, he hurried: “There are many doubts in Yun Hui's heart. ”

Mr. Blind was silent and suddenly asked, "Are you Kunlun's disciple? Whose door is it? ”

Yunhui hastily said: "The master of the younger generation is a Taoist, under the door of the Hundred Robbers. ”

“Dao Feng...” Mr. Blind faintly looked at Yunhui, “Your master... how are you? ”

“It's true. The late teacher died ten years ago.” The color of Yunhui is a little dark, "the teacher used to suffer a lot of injuries. It has always been his ancestors who used various methods to sustain their livelihood, but eventually returned to the sky. ”

“Dao Feng is Mr. Hundred Robbers' closing disciple.” Mr. Blind spoke softly.

“Senior, do you know the master?” Yunhui's attitude had to become more respectful at this time.

“Yes, and…” Mr. Blind muttered halfway, suddenly: “What if I said that your master was seriously injured and finally let go of his hand because he was tired of me? ”

Yunhui suddenly took a deep breath, and the voice was a little heavy, "Senior, I just went through some of the Authority's files, especially about you. But most of the above information is encrypted and cannot be accessed at all by my current authority... According to theory, you have been expelled by the Kanshu Dao Realm, but the Authority treats you as a guest of honor... The younger generation is simply incomprehensible. ”

Mr. Blind appealed: “You obviously want to know about your master, but you're asking about my relationship with the administration... breathe down, Mr. Baiqiao has a good apprentice grandson. ”

Yunhui said positively: “I heard the villagers say that Master Ancestor has come here several times in the past two days... Since Master Ancestor and Ancestor know each other, even less has done anything to the senior... the senior generation, the later generation does not dare to cross the border. ”

“Just like that.” Mr. Blind sighed, "you're a disciple of the wind, and you can tell me. The Authority wanted to treat me differently because I had done some feng shui things for them. In today's capital city, there is a huge array of feng shui underground, which is used to suppress the new national luck. Over the past few decades, the development of the new country has also been partly due to the underground array in Najing City... so you understand. ”

Yunhui opened his eyes suddenly, but the shock in his heart was no more… If what the great sinner Qingxiako said was not false, his contribution to the country today would be difficult to measure.

Ordinary people may not believe in Fengshui Xuanxuan, but as people in the Taoist realm, Yunhui is well aware of Fengshui Xuanxuan.

With a feng shui array placed in the new country, and the new country's shipping is getting stronger, then for the country, the great sinner is a great minister!

After all, the Authority and the Taoist realm are two different systems… no wonder Qingxia Zi's telephone calls can make the Authority's senior management pay so much attention…

“The heavens and the earth are rich.” Mr. Blind shook his head: “All I can do is create things day and day, but ultimately development depends on people. A new country… it cannot be developed to the present level without a group of people who deserve to work for it. It's called man-made. Talent is fundamental. What I do is just a boost. ”

“In any event, it is true that Sir has done the State good.” Yunhui respectfully bids farewell to Mr. Blind at this time.

But when he raised his head, his eyes had become brisk, "Please also teach me... Master, why are you seriously injured and tired of your predecessors! ”

“" Dragon Sha... "said Mr. Blind." I did something wrong back then, which eventually led to Dragon Sha. The emergence of Dragon Sha shook the dragon vein of the entire Shenzhou region. The dragons of Shenzhou will do their utmost to suppress it, otherwise the world will be in turmoil. And Dragon Shah can only be handed over to us to deal with... your master, was injured in dealing with Dragon Shah. Unfortunately, she… is most likely the next Daoist in Shenzhou, but the Dragon Sha broke all over her, and there is no possibility of retrofitting. ”

Yun Hui pinched his fist... Mr. Blind in front of him is still weak and unprotected... if...

“This porridge is getting a little cold. Go heat it up later. ”

Just as Yunhui left the bowl, there was a ghost behind him.

“I'm sorry. ”

Yunhui stopped, but didn't turn around, just whispered: “Wrong who said not to say... at least what I now know is that Master is trying to save the world, for now, enough is enough. ”

The sound of the door closing.

……

Mr. Blind sat quietly, the wind was blowing outside the house, and the sand sounded.

Trees were planted many years ago with seeds from Kunlun.

“I don't believe in love, I hate leaving the pavilion, teardrops of spring wine are easy to wake up.” Mr. Blind slowly walked to the window, pressed the fence and whispered: “Time only hurts old people...”

“It's better to drink a pot of cloudy wine. ”

Under the shadow of the tundra tree, a cold, low man's voice was heard.

Under the slight light and moonlight, the man gradually came, dressed in a loose plain tang suit, carrying a pot of wine in his hand and walking uncomfortably, but in front of Mr. Blind it was only a two-step move.

The man looked mediocre, looked like he was in his thirties, only white.

“I was in a bit of a hurry when I came out, so I grabbed a bottle of old wine from the treasury to meet your old friend.” The man smiled.

Mr. Blind nodded, “Your footsteps are fast. ”

The man rolled in through the window and said randomly: “The authorities said they wanted to arrange an airplane, and I said no, it wasn't even a few hundred kilometers from the capital to Tarzan, and I was just moving. ”

But just as the man had just sat down, he suddenly coughed a few times.

This made Mr. Blind frown, “Are you... hurt? ”

“It injured the lung lobe.” The man didn't mean to hide it either, but he said soberly: "He almost died after a fight last year. But you also know that I, if I don't die, will be quick to get better, that's the Bureau of Management guys, stopped dozens of doctors, waited every day, sometimes quite annoying. ”

Mr. Blind said positively: "Not many people can hurt you. ”

The white man said, “The little princess of the Xuan Palace is not a provocative character. But I was satisfied with that fight. I'm half-dead, but the little princess is no better. But unfortunately, the little princess said nothing but the power of the Yellow Emperor and me. Otherwise, I guess I'm a little tall right now, haha! Come on, don't talk yet. Try this cellar! ”

Mr. Blind shook his head and pulled a small porcelain bottle out of his pocket and threw it in front of the man, “How can your strength be reduced if your wounds are not good? The next thing we need to face is a little sloppy. ”

The man opened the porcelain bottle but did not take it immediately, just frowned: “Is it really that serious? ”

“Heaven and earth have a special trajectory of operation," said Mr. Blind. We at Clothing believe that there is a certain number of things in the past, now and even in the future. It's like there's a book that's been written a long time ago, and you can see everything in this book... and you'll find that it's all so rules-based. ”

The man frowned, curious, “Qingxia Zi, what do you see in this book? ”

“War.”

“Whose war? ”

“Dao, demon, man.” Mr. Blind took a deep breath: “and… inside and outside Shenzhou. ”