Every time Fu Shiyi puts a hammer, it seems ordinary, but it has a kind of aura, forming a strange energy field around her. Grandpa Zhang is a person who has experienced it and recognizes Fu Shiyi at a glance.

Grandpa Zhang stared at him and thought for a moment.

Wave the robe.

In an instant, big golden runes appeared out of thin air. They rotated quickly around Fu Shiyi, and were absorbed one by one as Fu Shiyi's breathing.

A look of surprise flashed across Grandpa Zhang's face:

"This girl's spiritual sense is even stronger than I guess. Since that's the case, I'll give you a fortune."

Grandpa Zhang closed his eyes and his hands were like playing Tai Chi. He moved slowly, which seemed ordinary, but with every shaking of his eyes, more golden runes emerged from the void in the thatched hut.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound of ironwork in the thatched hut was leisurely conveyed to all directions.

The rabbit running in the sycamore forest suddenly raised its ears, and its eyes turned cunningly, as if it was more agile, while the singing of the birds on the sycamore trees was even clearer and more moving.

The sound of ironwork is endless.

Meiya, who was standing on the top of the mountain waiting for Fu Shiyi, also heard it.

This was the first time she heard the sound of iron from the thatched hut, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused: "The sound of iron is actually more beautiful than that of the beautiful Guo in the town. Grandpa Zhang is so capable."

Meiya subconsciously thought that the ironclad sound was done by Grandpa Zhang.

She waited on the top of the mountain until the sun sets and night falls, but no one of Fu Shiyi appeared as before, and the beautiful sound of ironclad continued.

"What's going on?"

Meiya couldn't help but worry. She waited for another hour in the same place, and there was a big business at home. After thinking about it, she went down the mountain. When she was feeding rabbits in the backyard, she stood up with her ears and listened to whether Fu Shiyi's footsteps were heard.

"It's night. This girl, Eleven, hasn't come back yet?"

Meiya stood at the entrance of the village with a lantern.

After waiting for a long time, Fu Shiyi came back, I thought she must have spent the night in the thatched hut.

However.

Three months in a row.

Fu Shiyi did not appear again, and every day she could hear the sound of iron slashing on the top of the mountain. Meiya couldn't help but be anxious and mobilized the entire iron slashing village to search for Luoxia Mountain.

But the villagers heard since childhood that Grandpa Zhang has become an old monster.

Now Fu Shiyi is also missing, and with the constant sound of thundering, most of the villagers are unwilling to go there. After Meiya took out her wealth and rewarded her, less than ten people were willing to go to the back mountain to find someone.

Meiya stood on the top of the mountain.

Divide people into four waves and search in four directions: southeast, west and north.

"Meiya, we searched inch by inch, but we really couldn't find your 11th home. I guess... You shouldn't stay here at this nine, you'd better go back early."

The crowd dispersed.

Only Meiya fell down and insisted on gritting her teeth and going up the mountain to find Fu Shiyi every day.

The heavy snow passed, after spring began, the beginning of autumn was again. The winter solstice of the next year came as scheduled. Meiya climbed the entire Luoxia Mountain several times, but still could not find Fu Shiyi's figure.

The sound of ironwork in the wutong forest never stopped.

...........

When Fu Shiyi opened his eyes from the mystery, he saw that the square iron in his hand had actually forged a long sword.

The long sword seems ordinary.

But Fu Shiyi vaguely felt that there was a powerful force contained in it.

"woke up?"

A hoarse voice sounded behind her. Fu Shiyi was startled and turned around and saw that it was Grandpa Zhang, and he kept saluting:

"Grandpa Zhang."

She has been waiting for him here for a year.

It's considered that he's looking forward to it:

"Grandpa Zhang, my sister specially prepared a discipleship ceremony for me and asked me to bring it to you, but I don't know if there is any specialty for your discipleship?"

Grandpa Zhang waved his hand.

He lifted the curtain and signaled Fu Shiyi to go out: "You have been out for a long time and will not go back, but you will never see your sister again. Come back quickly."

Fu Shiyi was stunned for a moment.

Didn’t she come in the morning?

And what does Grandpa Zhang mean afterwards mean? Could something happen to his sister? Fu Shiyi's heart skipped a beat, lifted up the hem of his clothes and ran out, and said:

"Grandpa Zhang, I'll come to become a disciple tomorrow!"

Grandpa Zhang looked at Fu Shiyi who was running into the Wutong Forest, with a deep look and didn't know what he was thinking. When Fu Shiyi left the forest, he waved his robe.

The entire sycamore forest disappeared.

The thatched hut disappeared.

Fu Shiyi was running home, and while running, he found that Luoxia Mountain seemed to be different from when she came in the morning. She remembered that when she passed by Cangziling, the Cangzi had just reached her knees, but now the Cangzi has grown to more than six meters high. Going forward, I found that the Miao Li tree entering the mountain was lush and beautiful, and it was obvious that it was an old tree that had been hundreds of years old.

Fu Shiyi began to feel uneasy.

When she arrived at the entrance of the village.

I found that there were high archways in the village, and the words "Iron Making Village" were still written on it. The road leading directly to the village was paved with small stones, which turned into an official road where both carriages could pass.

After she entered the village.

I saw the villagers walking towards the end of the village.

But she didn't know any of the villagers here, and she became more and more uneasy. She pulled an aunt who was running forward and asked:

"Aunt, is this a strait village?"

The aunt was thinking about watching the fun with someone, but she was unhappy when she saw Fu Shiyi stopping him, but when she saw Fu Shiyi was of good color, she immediately showed a gentle smile on her face:

"Oh, what a pretty little girl, but said she was kissing me? If not, I, Matchmaker Wang, have several good husbands' families. Look, look, look, you look so beautiful. You shouldn't have run from the town to our Iron Village to watch the fun!"

Matchmaker Wang opened her mouth and didn't wait to stop:

"Yes, you said that the Fu family's big house has been haunted for decades. This female ghost may be so powerful. I also look great, but Zhang Daxian is not. Zhang Daxian... Girl, what's wrong with you? Why are your face so pale?"

Fu Shiyizheng lived in his original place.

The only one in the entire iron village was named Fu, and he lived at the end of the village. The matchmaker Wang said that their family had been haunted for decades, and Fu Shiyi was about to rush forward. But after walking a few steps, he turned back.

She held the hand of matchmaker Wang, endured her inner anxiety and said:

"Aunt Wang, I remember that the Fu family was Fu Meiya and Fu Shiyi's sisters depended on each other, but what happened to them?"

Matchmaker Wang saw that Fu Shiyi's nervousness didn't seem to be fake, so she thought the other party was a relative of the Fu family. She patted her thigh and sighed:

"Hey, these sisters are suffering from miserable lives. Their parents died early. Meiya finally pulled her sister up, but she suffered from incurable diseases and died at a young age."
Chapter completed!