Chapter 094: Mount Emei Moon

"Murong Hongzhuang, don't cry at my door. It seems like I did something to you." Zhang Ye repaired the gap in the door.

"Wow!" Murong Hongzhuang cried even louder, "You stinky, heartless bastard. She is a girl after all, don't you know how to coax me?"

"Are you a girl? Why didn't I notice it?" Zhang Ye laughed, and of course he refused to be fooled.

Murong Hongzhuang stopped talking and just cried until she was in tears. After a while, Zhang Ye asked, "Are you really crying?"

Murong Hongzhuang didn't answer, Zhang Ye sighed: "Let's agree first, don't hit anyone."

After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he opened the door and carefully handed Murong Hongzhuang a handkerchief.

Murong Hongzhuang glanced at Zhang Ye bitterly, took the handkerchief and wiped her tears, but she still kept sobbing.

Zhang Ye huddled behind the door. Seeing that Murong Hongzhuang had no intention of hitting him, he became bolder and said, "Tell me, why is a girl so violent all day long? If you didn't hit me, I wouldn't have ended up like this. Can we be gentle?"

"You are not qualified to teach me a lesson!" Murong Hongzhuang was angry. This was not comforting.

"Okay, then you can continue crying. I'm going back to sleep." Zhang Ye felt kind enough to talk to you. Why are you so angry with a young lady? I won't play with you anymore.

"Is this the end?" Murong Hongzhuang looked at Zhang Ye pitifully, "But my mood has not improved yet."

"Then what do you want?" Zhang Ye shrank back from the door.

"I want to hear a story." Murong Hongzhuang wiped her tears again.

"Story?" Zhang Ye thought that he couldn't tell stories, but A Hua in his consciousness said: "I don't even know how to pick up girls, I will teach you how to do it!"

Love Saint? However, A-Hua was quite good at making girls happy. Zhang Ye followed A-Hua's prompts and spoke slowly: "A man died. His three wives held the body and cried bitterly. The eldest wife held his head and said, Ouch. My husband’s head; the second wife hugged his feet and said, oh my husband’s feet; the third wife had no place to hold him, so she grabbed his little hook and said, oh my husband’s feet…”

When Zhang Ye said this, he looked confused. Can a scum like A Hua tell such a story to a girl?

"Fuck...haha..." Murong Hongzhuang was stunned, then burst into tears and laughed, slapping her legs and exclaiming that it was wonderful.

"Let me tell you something more erotic..." Murong Hongzhuang was in a good mood and her eyebrows were dancing.

Zhang Ye had a black line on his face, was he hitting the right spot? Arriving at the back, Zhang Ye blushed. This woman's morals were indeed profound. After listening to a few paragraphs, Zhang Ye couldn't hold it anymore: "Murong Hongzhuang, I have to have a good rest. I have to open a store tomorrow."

"Oh, it's so early. Let me tell you one more thing. After that, you can go to sleep." Murong Hongzhuang was like a wild horse that ran wild and couldn't stop at all.

"I really won't be able to sleep if I keep listening to it." Zhang Ye was about to cry but had no tears. He told the female man some naughty jokes. It was all because of A Hua, a scumbag. Now his mind was full of inappropriate things.

Seeing Zhang Ye hiding in the house as if he was running away, Murong Hongzhuang smiled proudly and was in a good mood. She had finally found the weakness of this piece of meat. If she eats the soft but not the hard, she will destroy Zhang Ye's young soul every day from now on, haha...

Zhang Ye ate briefly and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Thinking of the dirty jokes Murong Hongzhuang said made him feel hot.

"Hey, what a sin!" Zhang Ye stood up and walked into the blacksmith shop, carrying the pangolin that secretly drank the colorful sacred water to the backyard, "I have to work overtime tonight."

The pangolin felt aggrieved and dug hard at the wall, imagining the wall as Zhang Ye. Its power was greatly increased and its claws left traces.

Zhang Ye started the furnace and bought a batch of materials directly from the material mall. It was a bit expensive, but it saved trouble.

In order to divert his attention, Zhang Ye conceived something and quickly built it.

Not long after, colorful lights lit up in the blacksmith shop. Zhang Ye looked at the magic weapon in front of him and murmured to himself: "Isn't this too gaudy? Who cares, as long as it's useful."

The next day, at dawn, the monks in Tiandao City became active again. The traders and goons were bustling with people, and the shops and restaurants started shouting.

The street where the blacksmith shop was located suddenly lit up with colorful lights. The pedestrians were surprised and looked towards the light source.

At this sight, people were dumbfounded and froze on the spot.

I saw a large sign hanging on the lintel of a shop, with the five characters "Magic Blacksmith Shop" written on it. It exuded colorful brilliance, but if it was just like this, it would not attract everyone to stop and watch. Just because of this sign It is a top-grade magic weapon in itself!

There are many high-grade magical instruments in Tiandao City, but this is definitely the only one that makes high-grade magical instruments and hangs them up on signs!

"Blacksmith shop?" The pedestrian came back to his senses and smiled helplessly. He just thought that some fool came to Tiandao City to open a blacksmith shop. He dared to take food from the hands of Tianbing Pavilion. It would be closed down in ten and a half months at most, and he didn't let it go. In my heart, just leave.

Zhang Ye stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at the plaque made last night with satisfaction. This plaque looks gorgeous and fancy, but strictly speaking it is a piece of armor that can ward off evil spirits and has many benefits for the store.

By the way, the formation of the blacksmith shop covers the plaque, so it is not afraid of petty theft.

This sign was very eye-catching, and all passers-by stopped to take a look, which made Zhang Ye very proud. However, after a while, passers-by only looked at it, and no one paid attention to the blacksmith shop, which made Zhang Ye a little confused.

Zhang Ye was thinking about whether to re-erect the notice board and indicate his business, but at this time, a voice sounded.

"Hey, you really open a blacksmith shop?" Murong Hongzhuang walked in with a smile and looked at Zhang Ye's shop curiously.

"I have to work today and I don't have time to mess around with you." Zhang Ye was already in a bad mood, and seeing Murong Hongzhuang gave him an even bigger headache.

"Don't pretend to be busy, you can't possibly have a job." Murong Hongzhuang snorted coldly, "Little blacksmith, if you say something nice, my aunt will be happy, I can give you a job."

"What kind of job?" Zhang Ye looked unbelieving.

"Auntie, I happen to be short of a cook. You are good at cooking. Please cook for me later. Don't waste your talents in the blacksmith shop." Murong Hongzhuang occupied Zhang Ye's recliner and lay down happily, "Come on, first Give me a massage."

Zhang Ye had a dark look on his face, thinking that there was some magic weapon that needed to be forged, but it turned out that he wanted Zhang Ye to change his career. Zhang Ye was so angry that he picked up Murong Hongzhuang and said, "Don't bother me."

"Zhang Ye, I kindly pointed out a way for you, what's your attitude!" Murong Hongzhuang refused to leave.

Zhang Ye regretted so much that he shouldn't have rented the shop here for cheap in the first place. This landlord was so annoying: "Opening a blacksmith shop is my clear path, I don't need anyone else to tell me what to do."

"The blacksmith's shop won't be able to open the blacksmith's shop." Murong Hongzhuang didn't mean well, she was just looking at Zhang Ye's joke.

"As long as you don't come and cause trouble, I can keep driving." Zhang Ye urged, "Get out of here and don't hinder my business."

"Wait a minute, I remembered another dirty joke!" Murong Hongzhuang came here just to torture Zhang Ye. How could she make him feel better? She refused to leave.

While Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang were bickering, a fat young man with a big belly, wearing gold and silver, was wandering the street like a nouveau riche. Pedestrians greeted him respectfully: "Hello, Boss Wang."

The fat man's eyes were indifferent and he didn't even look at the pedestrians, but the pedestrians still came forward one after another to warm their faces and touch their cold butts.

If you want to ask who the fat man is, he is the big boss of Emeishan Yue Auction House, which is one of the top business houses in Tiandao City. Although the fat man is not very good at cultivation, he is extremely rich.

The fat man felt bored by the monks' flattery. He was so bored every day, and the master was lonely.

As the fat man was walking, he suddenly saw a colorful thing, and he immediately became interested.

In the blacksmith shop, Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang were still bickering.

"If you can take on a job today, I will marry you!" Murong Hongzhuang gritted her silver teeth.

"Oh, this curse is so terrible!" Zhang Ye was still frightened.

"You..." Murong Hongzhuang was about to continue talking when a fat man walked in: "Is the shopkeeper here?"

When it comes to business, business comes. Although Murong Hongzhuang is a little annoyed, she is a lucky general.

Zhang Ye said seriously: "I am, do you need to forge some magic weapon?"

Just as Murong Hongzhuang was about to cause trouble, the fat man said, "No, I just want to ask you something. Where was the sign at the door custom-made?"

When Murong Hongzhuang heard this, she burst out laughing: "Zhang Ye, just give up on this idea. I will tell you that there is no chance of business coming to your door."

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes at Murong Hongzhuang and said displeased with the fat man's voice: "Why do you ask this?"

The fat man saw that Zhang Ye didn't want to talk, so he immediately handed over a business card, believing that Zhang Ye would flatter him if he knew his identity.

But Zhang Ye is a newcomer to Tiandao City, so he doesn't know the importance of Emeishan Yue. He just read from the business card: "Emeishan Yue Auction House, the big shopkeeper Wang Pang?"

The fat man was startled and coughed: "Wang Yueban, the half-month moon of Mount Emei in autumn."

"Then why aren't you called Wang Lunqiu?" Zhang Ye asked seriously.

Murong Hongzhuang burst out laughing when she heard these words of conversation. Although she was not in business, Wang Yueban, the owner of Emeishan Yue Auction House, was very familiar with it. When such a person came to Zhang Ye's shop, Zhang Ye mispronounced it first. His name is Wang Pang, and I ask again why you are not called Wang Lunqiu?

Giving people two nicknames at once would be a big deal if they didn't offend Emeishan Yue Auction House to death. Zhang Ye is really good at seeking death. Murong Hongzhuang looked at Zhang Ye with gloating.

The fat on Wang Yueban's face shook, and after a moment, he said excitedly: "My close friend, I also think Wang Lunqiu sounds better than Wang Yueban, but I was born in the middle of the month, and my parents didn't name me Wang. I’ll be thankful if I get creampied!”

"I feel the same. My surname is Zhang. On the eve of my birth, my dad was smelting metal. Seeing the brilliant fire in the house, he had a flash of inspiration..." When Zhang Ye said this, Wang Yueban asked in confusion: "So your name is Zhang Jiahui?"

"No, my name is Zhang Ye."

Seeing that the two of them seemed to regret meeting each other so late, Murong Hongzhuang was convinced.