The little junior sister is fierce and fierce, the whole sect is waiting for her to ascend

Chapter 55 Weird Painting

"The weird thing is the dynamic painting hanging in his meditation room."

"A dynamic painting?" Xiao Pangdun was stunned.

Zhang Yunran nodded, "Well, it's just a picture of plum blossom branches covered with snow. What's strange is that there are many dwarfs walking around under the plum blossom tree covered with cold snow. They are all skeletal, with numb expressions on the plum blossom tree. It's rocking back and forth."

"The little dwarf who keeps walking around has a skeletal shape and a numb expression..." Xiao Pangdun chewed each word carefully, "I seem to have heard of this painting somewhere, but I just can't remember it right now."

"Don't think about it if you can't remember it! Anyway, I took away the paintings. Even if he wants to use the paintings to harm people, he can't!" Zhang Yunran thought reasonably.

Little Fatty nodded.

"Let's go! I'm going to find a weapon refiner who can forge the evil-killing sword. Are you going back to the cave or staying outside?" Zhang Yunran asked him.

"I'll go with you!" Little Fatty didn't hesitate at all this time.

"Row!"

The two returned to the vicinity of the treasure hall again and worked together to set up a teleportation array.

The teleportation array directly teleports them from the entrance of the palace to the market outside Jinding Temple.

Being among the bustling crowd again, Zhang Yunran secretly exhaled.

But where to find a weapon refiner who can forge an evil-killing sword?

She was also confused for a moment.

Squatting on the street, Zhang Yunran decided to try his luck and ask when he counted the hundredth passerby passing by.

"Item Refiner?" The person being asked was a passerby dressed as a scholar, who looked confused.

"I really don't know about this, why don't you go to the blacksmith shop and take a look!" Seeing Zhang Yunran staring at him helplessly, the passerby finally took this trick.

Zhang Yunran sat back downcast.

"Maybe the passerby's suggestion is feasible." Little Fatty comforted him.

"Now we can only treat a dead horse as a living doctor." Zhang Yunran had no other choice at this time, and it was not a problem to keep waiting like this.

When they actually arrived at the blacksmith shop and asked if they could cast an evil-killing sword, Zhang Yunran was fine.

Not only did they promise that they could forge evil-killing swords, but they already had one hundred and eighty evil-killing swords in the shop. Some of them have even been consecrated in the Golden Summit Temple, but of course the prices are different.

Zhang Yunran was speechless as he listened to the eloquent introduction by the shopkeeper in the blacksmith shop. Why did she go to the blacksmith shop to ask about the work of the weapon maker?

"I don't need it for now, thank you!" Zhang Yunran said to the shopkeeper with a smile, "Do you know where there is a weapon refiner? They specialize in training weapons and magic weapons for monks?"

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at Zhang Yunran, "Are you still dreaming? There are also weapons and magic weapons specially trained for monks!" At the end, he did not forget to shake his head and sigh, "It's not like this year, not only the refugees are dreaming. There are quite a few lunatics."

Zhang Yunran choked and wanted to say something to him, but when he heard the words behind him, he suddenly became excited. "Shopkeeper, who else is asking about the weapon refiner who specializes in training weapons and magic weapons for monks?"

The shopkeeper was about to lower his head to take stock of the accounts, but was a little annoyed by the strange little guest in front of him who asked relentlessly, "He is not asking about the weapon refiner, but a crazy old man who claims to know how to refine weapons. If you want to know, go to the Sanli Temple in the west of the city. You might be able to find it if you search, but I'm very busy and don't have time to chat with you."

Zhang Yunran and Xiao Pangdun looked at each other and saw hope in each other's eyes. Seeing the shopkeeper waving his hands away like this, I felt a little sorry for not buying something in the store.

Zhang Yunran wandered around the blacksmith shop, and finally took a fancy to the black block in the shop that lined the cabinets displaying ironware. I don’t know how long the black piece has been used, and the material cannot be seen. The exposed area was dark and four inches tall. The reason why Zhang Yunran took a fancy to it was because when she got closer, the wood spirit roots in her body trembled.

"What? You don't want to buy all the well-made ironware in my shop, but you want to buy the wooden strips for the feet of the cabinet?" The shopkeeper's eyes were as big as bells, and then he stretched out his hand and waved away people like flies, " Go, if you want to have fun, please go out and turn left. I don't have time to accompany you." "Shopkeeper, I really like that piece of black wood. The price is whatever you want, as long as it is within a reasonable range, I will Just buy it, is that okay?”

Zhang Yunran tried to negotiate.

"Really buying it?" The shopkeeper glanced at her suspiciously.

Zhang Yunran nodded heavily, "It's absolutely true!"

"Okay, then let's take a hundred taels of silver!" the shopkeeper said loudly.

Zhang Yunran touched his pocket and looked a little embarrassed. She took out the qi-boosting pill given to her by Fengruo, opened the lid of the pill bottle and asked the shopkeeper, "I don't have silver, can I use pills to offset it?"

The shopkeeper was about to get angry when he heard the first half of the sentence, when he suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance of elixir. He immediately reached out and grabbed it, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the stopper in Zhang Yunran's other hand and tightened the mouth of the bottle.

"Change!"

Zhang Yunran broke away from the shopkeeper's hand with a shake of his hand and raised his eyebrows, "Shopkeeper, the rules of barter cannot be broken."

"Okay!" The shopkeeper couldn't wait to order the waiter to pull out the wooden strips from the cabinet.

Zhang Yunran ignored the strange look from the waiter and exchanged with the shopkeeper. He stuffed the three-foot-long piece of wood into the storage ring and walked away with Little Fatty.

They found the crazy old man mentioned by the shopkeeper even after dark near the Sanli Temple in the west of the city. They sat in frustration and set up a bonfire in the Sanli Temple, chatting for a while.

"Why did you suddenly think of buying this piece of wood? I thought it was ordinary." Little Fatty asked curiously.

"I can't tell you the specifics. Maybe it's because I like it!" Zhang Yunran lowered his head to study the wood in his hand and replied without raising his head.

Little Fatty was speechless.

Zhang Yunran studied for a long time and found no reason. Just close contact, the wood spirit roots in the body will move but the reaction is not strong. Unlike before when Huo Linggen faced the Huo Lingzhu, he almost twisted himself into a mess.

Unable to study it, Zhang Yunran put it aside and took out the dynamic painting from the storage ring.

Facing the bonfire, the surface of the painting was shrouded in a cold white light. At the same time, the scenery inside was more vivid and lifelike, so realistic that Zhang Yunran could clearly see the lines on the clothes, the facial expressions and even the hair of the dwarf hanging under the plum blossom tree.

With a "beep" sound, Ran Ran's flame suddenly tilted, and sparks splashed out.

The painting also began to shake.

"Where is the way home? The fragrance of plum blossoms buries the innocent souls."

This time Zhang Yunran heard the numb dwarves singing.

"Where is the way home? The fragrance of plum blossoms buries the innocent souls."

"I know what this painting is!" In this weird atmosphere, Little Fatty suddenly screamed.

Zhang Yunran looked up at him, "What do you know?"

"This painting was originally the most precious treasure of the ghost clan - the Netherworld Painting of Flowing Light, which was used to transform the souls of evildoers. Later, it changed hands several times and became the infamous Ghost Refining Banner."

"Notorious?" Zhang Yunran immediately caught the keyword.

(End of this chapter)