Nine uncle's refining tool is also invincible

Chapter 479

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Seven days later, at the headquarters of the Taoist Association, Zhen Shouren first met the president, and the expressions of several old fellows changed when they saw the handwriting. They were filled with righteous indignation and expressed their cooperation.

Hua Chenfan still felt a little sorry for them, after all, that fate was directed at him, and now it has caused troubles for the people here, but the president and the others don’t think so, they will never allow them to hide in the mainland. A dangerous guy that no one can sleep on.

Afterwards, Zhen Shouren left the association and went to the bridge in Jin Province. It was a busy time here, and three or five old people were invited to sit by the teahouse, laughing and listening to books, and they felt at ease.

After Zhen Shouren came here, he involuntarily slowed down, and his mood also relaxed. However, although this place is good, for the fast-paced young people, staying for a long time will get boring, so most of the people here are elderly. .

The business of each teahouse is good and bad, and the worst is storytellers. The development of the Internet has caused this industry to become more and more sluggish. Except for the top few, the rest are not even above the food and clothing line.

Zhen Shouren came to an old teahouse according to the address, the place was remote and the business was cold, but the storyteller who was wearing a round mirror and dressed like an old pedant was still talking non-stop. .

This storyteller is very mysterious here. No one knows where he lives, whether there are any family members or how old they are. They only know that he will come to tell the book on time at this time. It has been more than ten years, rain or shine, and it is still the same.

Zhen Shouren didn't step forward to interrupt either, but just listened quietly until the end. After the scattered applause from the audience, the storyteller wandered out with a teapot in his hand.

"Mr. Huang, go slowly!" At this moment, a young voice stopped him, and the storyteller turned his head with a face full of surprise, looked up and down Zhen Shouren, and found that the memory was very strange, so he asked vigilantly: "Who is your Excellency, How do you know my surname is Huang?"

No wonder he reacted so strongly. Now everyone who knows him only calls him Mr. No one has ever known his real name. Every 15 years, he will change places to ensure that no one knows him.

Now suddenly there is a stranger calling out his last name, no wonder he is alert.

"My name is Zhen Shouren. Senior Hua Chenfan asked me to come to you."

Hearing this name, Mr. Huang was stunned for a moment, and then showed nostalgia. His face was alternately sad and joyful. After a while, he recovered his emotions and said with emotion: "It's been 100 years. I didn't expect someone I knew to come to me. Quite a surprise."

Zhen Shouren stared at him with wide eyes, his eyes were full of disbelief, he never thought that there are still people in this world who can live for so long, they can't be just another old fairy!It's not impossible, he carefully looked at each other.

Mr. Huang finished his emotion, and when he was about to speak, there were two young men sneaking around the door, looking at him. He smiled at Zhen Shouren and said, "I made you laugh, these ignorant little ones, I have been dreaming all day long, wanting to become a master of martial arts, and I am regarded as a senior expert, and pester me every day to learn from my teacher, it seems that I will not stay here for long."

After he finished speaking, he sighed, then waved his hand, a wisp of light yellow thin smoke flew out, those young people accidentally inhaled it, and then their eyes were dazed, and they retreated in a daze.

"Let's find a quiet place to talk." After Mr. Huang finished speaking, he took him to the outskirts. There was a small temple of three to five square meters for one person to enter and exit. I don't know who was enshrined. The statue has disappeared. Just right for him to settle down.

"Ah, I forgot, you ordinary people can't get in."

Mr. Huang was about to cast a magic spell and shrink into the temple, but he found Zhen Shouren standing outside, at a loss. Then he remembered that guests could not come in, so he had to conjure up two chairs, and said, "The conditions are poor, you just have to sit there." Deal with it!"

Seeing that Zhen Shouren was overwhelmed with this series of coquettish operations, he didn't come back to his senses until he sat down, and couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Huang, your supernatural powers are amazing. Are you a great cultivator just like Senior Hua?"

"Hehe, I can't count. I can't compare with him. I just live longer. Speaking of this human society is advanced in science and technology, it is becoming more and more difficult for a heterogeneous person like me to be confused. It is because of blindness that people can't see through it. , it will be hard to say in the future.”

Mr. Huang feels that the world is changing too fast, how much faster than before, and he is becoming more and more difficult to mix. For example, when all kinds of documents were not strict in the past, he could rely on naked eyes to check them. Although it was very convenient, but the blindfold could not fool the machine, otherwise he wouldn't live in this kind of place.

Especially the industry of storytelling is almost dead. After talking about books for 100 years, he doesn't know what to do in the future.

However, Zhen Shouren, the more he listened to it, the more he felt something was wrong. Mr. Huang's words were implying that he was not a human being.

Zhen Shouren calculated silently, as if it was before the founding of the People's Republic of China, so this makes sense.

"Why does my identity scare you?" Mr. Huang asked with a half-smile.

"No, but let's get down to business! This time I'm here to deliver news for Senior Hua."

After receiving the handwriting, there was nothing on it. It was not until Mr. Huang dripped a drop of blood on it according to the instructions that rows of words appeared. The more he read the content, the more surprised he was. No wonder the handwriting was encrypted. , I didn't expect it to be such a big event.

Until the end, Hua Chenfan told him that he had already made a deal with the headquarters of the Taoist Association. If he could help, he would no longer have to hide his identity in China, and he could walk in the sun openly.

Seeing this condition, Mr. Huang's eyes burst into light. He has suffered from having no status all these years. He really couldn't refuse this condition proposed by Hua Chenfan.

"Since Hua Chenfan still remembers me as an old friend, he has to help the scene no matter what."

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"Hey, why is the legendary expert in this place? It's so ordinary!"

Holding the address, Zhen Shouren looked at the factory dormitory in front of him, and couldn't help but groan in his heart, saying that the expert had eccentricities, and what he had seen and heard at Mr. Huang's place had already prepared him mentally.

But the place where the tall man lived in front of him still surprised him. Zhen Shouren had imagined many scenarios, some living in seclusion in the mountains, some hiding in the busy city, and his body was more or less different.

But the one in front of him was too ordinary, he couldn't imagine that any expert would live here, but since he had already come, he could only suppress the suspicion in his heart, and bit the bullet to recognize the door.

It was just because of his great ambitions that he died when he first met the gatekeeper. It took Zhen Shouren a lot of talk and 200 yuan to persuade the uncle to make an exception and call out the workers who were working.

"This is Wuxin you are looking for. I really don't know there are people with the surname Wu in this world. You young people are really weird. It's strange for those who are looking for someone to be found."

The uncle brought the man in front of Zhen Shouren, then went back to the locker room muttering, and went to drink his tea. If he earned money, he could add two side dishes in the evening.

(End of this chapter)