Gu Qiandao no longer had any restraint outside the man, "Old Li, don't, at least we are so familiar with each other..."
As soon as the door was closed, several people stood in this dilapidated yard.
In the broken wooden door in the yard that could fall off at any time, an old man with a hunched back and leaning on crutches slowly walked out.
The old man looked nearly eighty years old, lean and thin, and probably couldn't hold on to two taels of meat all over his body. One of his eyes was turbid, and he seemed blind, but he smiled very kindly.
"Stop coming! Don't think that old man, I'm so fooling around! You've built such a hard-earned hidden weapon! It's too wasteful! I've been fighting until now when you came back, and it was only just completed yesterday!"
"Hehe, I know you can't bear to part with me!" Gu Qiandao smiled and walked up.
"These are some of my friends. This time, I want to temper their weapons, and give them... to these two people, and wear a sword that suits them again!"
The old man Li narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Ye Junmeng.
"The little girl is so clear and innocent, she has a pure heart, good! She has that bun's face... her loyalty, good! But you two... want to fight a sword, let's talk about it alone!"
Wen Ranran was stunned.
This was the first time this old man Li met them, and he could accurately tell each of them... This ability itself is surprising enough.
Wen Ranran poked Xia Liyuan with her elbow, "You go first!"
Xia Liyuan walked in, and after a while, he actually came out with a high-quality sword.
"Yo, isn't that great?" Wen Ranran looked at the sword. The sword body was slender and as if it was in ice and snow. Looking closely, there was a small switch at the hilt of the sword, which was a mother-child sword.
Wen Ranran nodded seriously and followed her in.
In the dim room, there was only one oil lamp flashing with a slight light.
The old man looked at Wen Ranran and smiled.
"Girl, where did you get your Yinlin Sword?"
Wen Ranran was slightly stunned, "This is what Zhang Yicheng gave to me!"
Li Yigong's eyes widened in an instant.
"Zhang Yicheng?! That old guy is still alive?"
Wen Ranran shook her head, "He died after he handed it to me."
Li Yigong was silent for a while before trembling with his beard.
"It's OK to die! Dead... Everything is over..."
Wen Ranran looked at Li Yigong and said curiously: "Do you know Zhang Yicheng?"
Li Yigong smiled and said, "Of course I know you! When that old guy was young, he joined the same sect as me. He learned the art sect and I learned the art sect."
The Sect of the Sect...that should be similar to grandpa. He spent his whole life traveling between the tombs of the emperors, looking for some special people.
"It's a pity... I haven't seen that guy for more than 30 years... When the old guy was young, he also had a sword on his waist, and it was yours!"
Wen Ranran was slightly stunned.
"This time I came, not to ask you to make a sword, but to ask you for a weapon!"
Wen Ranran did not discuss too much on this topic.
When Zhang Yicheng died, he left with a smile, which seemed to be fulfilling his lifelong wish. Now, as his fellow disciple, Wen Ranran does not want to mention the other party’s affairs.
At their age, some things are already very open-minded.
Therefore, it only adds sadness to the point.
"When that guy was young, he had no news since he got this sword." Li Yigong smiled, "But I remember what he said clearly when he was leaving."
Wen Ranran was stunned, "What?"
"He said, look for a real master for this sword!"
Wen Ranran was stunned. Is this real master referring to herself?