Chapter 117 Surfaced

A battle between cultivation in the Eastern Region and the Northern Region? Zhang Ye was a little curious, but did not interrupt Murong Hongzhuang.

Murong Hongzhuang continued: "At that time, I served as the quartermaster of the Eastern Region Army, coordinating the rear supply lines and responsible for the security of tens of thousands of craftsmen."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye felt an inexplicable feeling of hatred. His parents were killed in an enemy attack. As a quartermaster, Murong Hongzhuang could not escape her responsibility.

However, Zhang Ye did not have an attack and said coldly: "Keep talking."

"At that time, a large-scale battle broke out on the front line. The top military officials asked me to lead my subordinates to provide support. It was difficult to disobey the military order, so I left half of my men to guard the craftsman camp and led the rest of my troops to support the front line. I never thought that I would Because of my action, the craftsman camp was attacked and the entire army was wiped out. "

"So you feel guilty and take the blame and resign?" Zhang Ye asked with bloodshot eyes and gritted teeth. He didn't care what the military orders were, but he stubbornly believed that it was because of Murong Hongzhuang's negligence that his parents were killed in an enemy attack, and he felt resentful.

"Guilt is guilt, but on the battlefield, anyone may die. I have tried my best. This is not the reason for my resignation." Murong Hongzhuang did not notice anything strange about Zhang Ye. There was both guilt and a layer of guilt in her eyes. Fear, he continued, "I led my men back and found that the craftsman camp had been slaughtered. But this is the rear area. Where did an enemy team that could wipe out tens of thousands of craftsmen come from? And not a single enemy corpse was left. ”

"I was not convinced, and based on some clues, I chased in the direction the enemy left. After chasing for three days and three nights, I finally ran into that army..."

Zhang Ye asked hurriedly: "Did you kill them all?"

"Kill them all?" Murong Hongzhuang said bitterly, "That team is pretending to be the Northern Territory Army. In fact, they are monks from Tiandao Palace."

Tiandao Palace pretended to be the Northern Territory Army and destroyed the craftsman camp? How is this possible! There seemed to be thunder in Zhang Ye's mind. You must know that the Northern Territory invaded the Eastern Territory and Tiandao Palace took the lead in resisting it. It is impossible to dig your own grave, right?

Zhang Ye was doubtful and said angrily: "How do you know they are pretending to be monks from Tiandao Palace? Even so, can't you kill them all?"

Murong Hongzhuang shook her head: "Although they are all strangers, I recognized one of the old men. That was the ancestor of the Tribulation Realm who was rumored to be dead thousands of years ago. But I didn't expect that he was still alive..."

Murong Hongzhuang felt a little painful: "Seeing that the Tribulation Ancestor is still alive, and that he killed tens of thousands of my craftsmen in the Eastern Region, it makes me feel very scared, not because I am afraid of death, but because I am afraid that there must be a shocking conspiracy in this. Therefore, I chose to escape, and after the war between the two realms ended, I resigned as the elder of Tiandao Palace."

Zhang Ye stood there in a daze. He always thought that his parents were just because of the strategic mistakes of the Eastern Region Army, which led to the enemy taking advantage of the situation. He did not expect that he and Murong Hongzhuang obtained such a shocking secret by falsely obtaining the certificate.

At first, he was a little resentful of Murong Hongzhuang for abandoning the craftsman camp, but later he learned that this was probably a conspiracy directed and staged by Tiandao Palace, and Murong Hongzhuang told Zhang Ye such a secret, but Zhang Ye still refused Somewhat grateful.

After all, she is just a small pawn under the behemoth Tiandao Palace. The Tribulation Ancestor who faked his death thousands of years ago has appeared. How can she compete?

In addition, Murong Hongzhuang chose to withdraw from the Tiandao Palace, not only to protect her own safety, but also because she did not want to collude with the Tiandao Palace anymore. It was enough to give up the glory and wealth of the Tiandao Palace.

However, the leader of the righteous path like Tiandao Palace has already stood at the top of the world, so why would he attack the craftsmen of the Eastern Region?

Zhang Ye looked in the direction of Tiandao Palace and clenched his fists tightly. Tiandao Palace, one day I will come to settle accounts with you.

At this moment, Murong Hongzhuang lowered her head in shame and continued: "I don't have any other meaning in saying this to you, just because this is my only stain. If you mind, I accept the breakup."

Zhang Ye came back to his senses and looked at Murong Hongzhuang for a long time. He knew that this was no longer Murong Hongzhuang's responsibility, but he still had to revoke the Taoist couple certificate. After all, it was a fake marriage.

Zhang Ye was about to speak, but the patrol leader from before turned back and said to the staff member who was applying for Taoist couple certificates: "Lao Shi, have Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang revoked their Taoist couple certificates?"

As expected, the patrol leader was very experienced and had already realized that Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang were getting married under false pretenses in order to get away with it. The patrol leader left earlier and then returned to investigate. As long as Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang revoked their Taoist couple certificates, he could re-arrest Murong Hongzhuang and confirm this huge commercial fraud.

The patrol leader was excited about his cleverness, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhang Ye who was stunned and trembled in fright: "Why are you still here?"

Hold the grass, this is not according to the routine. Then Zhang Ye heard what he said before?

Fortunately, Zhang Ye thought that he had chatted with Murong Hongzhuang for a while. If he had revoked the Taoist couple certificate earlier, all his efforts would have been wasted.

Zhang Ye took out the Taoist couple certificate and shook it: "Sir, we have a very good relationship, how could we revoke the Taoist couple certificate?"

The patrol leader had a dark look on his face, and after receiving confirmation from the staff, he left bitterly. He just said one sentence: "Don't let me know about your fake marriage!"

Murong Hongzhuang heard Zhang Ye say that she would not revoke her Taoist certificate because she did not dislike her stain. This made her feel happy and shy at the same time. She mustered up her courage and took Zhang Ye's arm: "Husband, let's go home. Bar……"

Although Murong Hongzhuang felt that Zhang Ye's cultivation level was a bit low, she had obtained the Taoist couple certificate and it was a done deal. Moreover, Zhang Ye can be regarded as a skilled man, and he can also cook. Even if he has a bad temper, he is much better than most men.

Murong Hongzhuang has been pursuing love for thousands of years. Although the other party is not a scholar, he is also a blacksmith, so Murong Hongzhuang is very happy.

This shout of "husband" made Zhang Ye feel like a fairy. He came back to his senses immediately and felt like crying. Now that he was being targeted by the patrol leader, he would not dare to revoke his Taoist certificate, otherwise he would not be able to escape responsibility.

To be honest, Murong Hongzhuang is so beautiful. Zhang Ye feels that he won't suffer any loss if he does the fake show, but if Han Wushuang finds out that he is married, why not kill himself?

Just like that, Zhang Ye's mind went blank, and he walked hand in hand with Murong Hongzhuang towards the blacksmith shop.

On the way, both of them were a little embarrassed and embarrassed to speak. Finally, Zhang Ye coughed and broke the silence: "Well, I'm sorry for yesterday."

"What's wrong?" Murong Hongzhuang was as tender as water.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you yesterday." After today's fuss, Zhang Ye really felt that he had made a fuss out of a molehill yesterday.

"It's okay. In fact, I did something wrong..." Murong Hongzhuang said in a gentle voice, "I shouldn't have interfered with the blacksmith shop without your consent and caused you trouble."

Speaking of this, Murong Hongzhuang quickly took out a Qiankun bag, like a baby who had done something wrong: "By the way, the spirit stones in it haven't been returned yet, what should I do?"

Zhang Ye took the Qiankun bag and weighed it. Sure enough, it was a huge amount. Having said that, Murong Hongzhuang was quite principled in not keeping so much money for herself.

"What else can I do? You have to do it after you receive the order. You can't smash the sign of the blacksmith shop." Zhang Ye smiled bitterly, but seeing Murong Hongzhuang's guilty look, he comforted her, "You haven't touched the money here, so it's still worth it. Praising.”

Murong Hongzhuang was happy when she heard Zhang Ye's praise. She replied shyly: "Actually, I'm not that good either. I've spent hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones on meals these days..."

What can I eat without spending hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones? Zhang Ye sighed: "What a prodigal..."

However, Zhang Ye did not reprimand Murong Hongzhuang for this. He had always been generous to his own people. Well, unknowingly, Murong Hongzhuang was already one of his own in his heart.

"By the way, Xiaozhuang, you are still so coquettish. I'm not used to it..." Xiaozhuang was what Murong Hongzhuang asked Zhang Ye to call her. It's not a big deal to change the name, but Zhang Ye is not used to it. Murong Hongzhuang's current temperament is still the same bold and carefree character that is pleasing to the eye. After all, that is her true temperament.

"In fact, people are so gentle..." Murong Hongzhuang bowed her head shyly.

"Don't be like this, I want to vomit..." Zhang Ye deliberately teased.

Murong Hongzhuang was stunned, but she didn't get angry. She just stretched out her slender hands, grabbed Zhang Ye's waist and twisted it.

Zhang Ye was so painful that he begged for mercy again and again: "How about you be gentler?"

"Isn't it gentle enough?" Murong Hongzhuang smiled slyly and increased the strength in her hands.

"Murder my husband..."

The two of them fought and joked all the way back to the blacksmith shop. The monks did not leave. Instead, they heard that Master Zhang had appeared, and more and more monks who had paid the deposit gathered.

After seeing Zhang Ye, he quickly said respectfully: "Congratulations, Master Zhang, on your happy marriage."

Everyone heard that Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang had gone to get their certificates, so the monks naturally wanted to say a few auspicious words.

When Zhang Ye saw so many people, he told Murong Hongzhuang to pay attention to the impact, so the two stopped fighting.

Zhang Ye clasped his hands behind his back, nodded to everyone, and was about to return to the blacksmith shop through the side door. A monk asked: "Master Zhang, we have been waiting for a long time. When can the magic weapon be forged?"

Murong Hongzhuang said that she had accepted reservations from hundreds of people in total, and Zhang Ye would definitely not be able to finish them in a few days. Zhang Ye thought about it and said, "Start forging the magic weapon today."

The waiting monks cheered and finally looked forward to Zhang Ye starting work.

But Zhang Ye's next sentence immediately stunned everyone. They only heard Zhang Ye say: "Ten people every day, sorted according to the reservation ticket number, and it will be invalid if it is expired."

Set the rules first, otherwise it will be difficult to end things later. Zhang Ye is very experienced.

In addition, Murong Hongzhuang wrote down the serial number when she opened the note, which was a blessing among misfortunes.

But the monks quit immediately. There were ten people a day. According to the serial number, those who were ranked after hundreds of people didn't have to wait for a month or two?

"Master Zhang, first come first, first served, each according to his ability, okay?" Some monks whose numbers were too low expressed their dissatisfaction.

Zhang Ye said: "I don't have any objections. How about you start a fight? Whoever wins, I will forge a magic weapon for him first."

fight? There were hundreds of people. The monks were immediately convinced, especially those with low cultivation levels. They expressed their support: "Yes, follow the serial number!"

"Xiaozhuang, help me check the tickets." Zhang Ye ordered Murong Hongzhuang. How could she be free from all the trouble she caused?

Murong Hongzhuang nodded in agreement, even a little excited. Zhang Ye asked her to intervene in the blacksmith shop. Did he really acknowledge her?

Thinking of this, Murong Hongzhuang was very motivated.