The indescribable Taoist Lord

Chapter 65 Chapter Sixty-Three Planning (Additional update please recommend votes from the big guys)

The conversation with He Muyang and Xu Dong was not nutritious. Fortunately, Tian Yezi adjusted the atmosphere, so the conversation was quite good.

Both parties remained calm, and the atmosphere at the table was harmonious, with people drinking and drinking.

However, Zhang Qinghe was so fed up with his breakfast that he did not take the hosta after all.

As soon as the hosta was taken away, the conversation was brought to the forefront. He didn't know how He Muyang and Xu Dong would react, but at least the atmosphere was awkward.

He wasn't worried about this little trouble at first, but the first sight after entering the hospital made him change his mind.

"I wonder what the shapes of the spiritual clothes and long sword that Mr. Zhang wants are like?"

Tian Yezi stroked his messy beard and pretended to ask him, but it seemed like it was business.

"The spiritual clothes can be made into an inner shirt. If it is a long sword, the sword should be three feet long. The appearance does not need to be too ostentatious."

Zhang Qinghe pondered for a long time before replying.

On weekdays, students often wear Tsing Yi in the courtyard, and refining a piece of spiritual clothing for self-defense does not need to be unconventional, and the undershirt can be worn at any time.

As for the long sword, he can use the iron sword easily, so there is nothing wrong with the length and shape. He doesn't like overly ostentatious decorations, he just wants to be restrained.

Xu Dong's eyes lit up.

"Brother Zhang is really a visionary. In addition to the old masters, the masters of weapon refining in Chang'an City are very flashy. The appearance of the spirit treasures they make is very exaggerated. Even the spirit treasures in the plain realm can be decorated into magic weapons and Taoist weapons. Blushing.

This is also one of the reasons why, in addition to the level of weapon refining, we and other members of the aristocratic family highly respect the old master! "

The pock-marked young man finally managed to get in the conversation, gave a few compliments, and made a huge profit.

He Muyang took advantage of the situation and handed over the straight-edged Tang sword with a scabbard to Zhang Qinghe for a look.

With a slight twitch, a clear rainbow came into view.

Zhang Qinghe's face showed just the right amount of surprise, and the weapon owner and the weapon refiner who received the feedback had a look of satisfaction in their eyes.

However, although Tian Yezi was a bit greedy for money, his standards were not that great. Zhang Qinghe had to admire him.

Although the satisfaction of these two people is not known to be true or false, Zhang Qinghe's surprise is real.

He picked up a ball of pastry with jade chopsticks, put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully. After chewing it slowly and taking a sip of the spirit tea, he said to Tian Yezi:

"But Qinghe is bold and wants to make a request to the old master..."

"Oh? I wonder if Zhang Shaolang has any other requests?" Tian Yezi was confused.

"Qinghe has a hobby. He doesn't like spiritual treasures made from exotic treasures. I may be tired of it, old master. Please use some naturally raised spiritual materials to refine this long sword."

"Why is this...?" Tian Yezi was a little confused.

"Oh, it's just a personal habit."

Although he could barely accept the Pentel Sword, but when he thought about the reality of most exotic treasures being so unworthy of the audience under their spiritual vision, and then thinking about the past attacks and battles, they were all with their spiritual vision turned on...

He didn't want to be like Taiyin Xingjun and kill everyone with a black and curled finger. That would be too scary.

Although the Crescent Moon Sword is a rare treasure.

"That's fine, it's not a problem."

Tian Yezi was all smiles.

"Now that my affairs have been taken care of and breakfast is almost done, thanks to the old master's hospitality, I will stay here soon."

Zhang Qinghe stood up with a smile and closed his sleeves.

"Hey, the food is so crude that it makes Mr. Zhang laugh..."

"How dare you, how dare you..."

Zhang Qinghe agreed, then turned to salute He Muyang and Xu Dong.

"You two are here to pick up the utensils today, or to wait for someone..."

"Waiting for someone..."

"Of course it's a weapon..."

Needless to say, the former is Xu Dong and the latter is He Muyang.

Seeing Zhang Qinghe's eyes widened in confusion and putting the jade pendant from Chang'an School into his secret bag, He Muyang smiled dryly and said:

"It's not only to get the weapon, but also to wait for friends."

"Oh..." Zhang Qinghe expressed his understanding and nodded slightly. "Then I won't disturb you two. If the friend you have to wait for comes, my presence will really create a bad atmosphere."

"What did Brother Zhang say? I wish Brother Zhang could stay a little longer."

After He Muyang said this, Zhang Qinghe smiled at him and said nothing.

The young man in blue and red clothes suddenly turned around, his two big blue sleeves blocking the wind, and walked away calmly, like a fairy.

The hosta was never mentioned from beginning to end.

The smile on He Muyang's face suddenly turned into frost-like indifference.

Xu Dong was not stupid. Seeing his change of mood, he immediately understood that the person He Muyang was waiting for yesterday and today was Zhang Qinghe.

Tian Yezi smiled at He Muyang.

"He Shaolang, are you still waiting? The person you are waiting for may not come today!"

He Muyang's face was as dark as frost, and he twisted his fists under his big sleeves. Hearing Tian Yezi's reminder again, he couldn't help but pull up Xu Dong.

"What the hell, I've really been bothering the old master these past two days. Since I can't wait any longer, I won't wait any longer!"

Then he said goodbye like Zhang Qinghe and went out the door.

"Mu Yang, what's going on with you these days? You've been in a daze since you came to Tian Yezi last time to pick up the weapon."

Xu Dong wondered.

"Qingluo's hosta...has come to Tian Yezi's hands."

He Muyang informed Xu Dong of the news he knew while walking.

"How could it be? Could it be that Qing Luo has already found it and stopped by Tian Yezi to entrust her with a hairpin?"

Xu Dong was very happy in his words.

"It would be great if that were the case, but my old man got the news that the Demon Suppressing King will be back from Zhen'an Pass in the next two days... What do you think this is for?"

He Muyang stared at Xu Dong, like a crazy trapped animal.

Xu Dong was frightened and took a step back. Before he could answer, He Muyang continued...

"It is the duty of the Li clan of the Immortal Tang Dynasty to reject the hundreds of thousands of mountain monsters in the north of Zhen'an Pass. The general will not be able to return unless he mourns and expresses his condolences! Who do you think...who will die?"

"You mean...you mean Qingluo..." Xu Dong's mind turned around and he choked up.

"Tian Yezi is a Tai Chi practitioner. He reminded me overtly and covertly that Zhang Qinghe is the holder of the hairpin. With Qingluo's admiration for Xie Luming, it is impossible to leave this matter to others. Zhang Qinghe has a problem."

"No...no, Zhang Qinghe alone can't lead Qingluo to do such an outrageous thing. There are people behind him, there are people behind him..."

He Muyang paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"Then maybe he has good intentions, otherwise why would he come to refine this hairpin and give us an excuse?"

A trace of doubt flashed in He Muyang's eyes, and he was immediately enveloped in a deep blackness. Veins popped up on his face, and he said manically:

"Absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible! He must be the driving force behind Qingluo's death. He must still have a plan. He must have a plan..."

Xu Dong stayed by He Muyang's side cowardly, feeling that He Muyang was very scary...