After a few more days, more and more monks gathered in Yuehua City.

All of this is a sign that something big is going on here.

It is said that restaurants, teahouses, inns and the like are the distribution centers of news, which is indeed true.

However, the quality of the information obtained from the restaurant is directly related to its own grade.

Take a restaurant as an example, if you go to a low-grade restaurant, the value of the news you hear is not very high, because the guests inside are limited by their status and know so much.

Therefore, you can only go to high-end restaurants to get the news you want.

The restaurant that Zhang Jing chose is called Yuehualou, named after the city, and the boss is by no means an ordinary person.

The restaurant has three floors, and Zhang Jing went directly to the second floor.

There are mostly ordinary guests on the first floor, and the news released during the conversation is of little value.

The second floor is an excellent place to listen to the news, and the people who dine here have a certain status, after all, the consumption on the second floor is not low.

As for the third floor, Zhang Jing didn't consider going up, because even if he went up, it would be useless.

Everyone has a private room, and when they talk, they all have a soundproof shield, and you can't hear it if you want to.

Choosing a window seat and ordering good things, Zhang Jing pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation of the diners while drinking tea.

Not long after hearing this, Zhang Jing was forcibly interrupted.

"Little brother alone?"

An old man with white hair sat opposite Zhang Jing with a familiar face.

"Something?" Zhang Jing felt inexplicable, so she asked casually.

"Hehe, it's nothing, I just feel that I have a fate with the little brother, so I came over to say hello." The old man snorted and said extremely perfunctorily.

Although Zhang Jing didn't speak, she was silently complaining about the old man: There is a fate, what fate can two big men have!

"Will the old man be allowed to sit down and talk?" The old man continued with a smile.

"Now that the old man has already sat down, why do you ask me what I am doing?" Zhang Jing was powerless to complain.

"Hahaha! The little brother is quick to talk and has a good temper with me. The old man seemed pleased.

"Huh!" Zhang Jing laughed with him, and the perfunctory meaning was very strong.

The old man didn't care, and talked again to himself.

"Where's the little brother?" The old man asked.

"Small place, not worth mentioning."

Zhang Jing wanted to say that she was from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and went to the West to learn scriptures. But in the end, he gave up, and if he was quick to speak, he might get himself into trouble.

"What is the little brother doing in this Yuehua City?" The old man continued to ask.

"Passing by." Zhang Jing replied casually.

"As far as the old man can see, it's not." The old man came to such a sentence unfathomably.

"Then what does the old man think I'm here for?"

Zhang Jing suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting, and when they met in Pingshui, they asked themselves such a bunch of questions.

"The purpose of the little brother is nothing more than the spirit of the instrument." After the old man finished speaking, he smiled.

"Uncle is not bad, I really want to see this legendary strange thing."

Now that the Instrument Spirit God Chapter is now well known, Zhang Jing has nothing to hide.

"The purpose of the old man's coming here is nothing more than that." Zhang Jing squinted and asked.

"No, no, the little old man just traveled here, and he is not interested in the spirit of the machine at all." The old man denied it with a smile.

"Tut-tut, the old man is not open." Zhang Jing teased.

"Believe it or not, it's all in the heart of the little brother." The old man was not angry, and still laughed and played dumb riddles.

At this point, Zhang Jing felt that there was nothing to talk about with him, so she kept silent and continued to listen to the conversation of the diners.

"Little brother is trying to find out the news here?" The old man started a new topic.

Zhang Jing didn't answer, because he felt that there was no need to answer, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that almost all the people sitting here came here to inquire about the news.

"I have a piece of news, I don't know if the little brother wants to know." The old man began to hang the badge to calm his appetite.

"Uncle, please speak." Hearing the old man say that there was news, Zhang Jing poured him a cup of tea and motioned for him to speak quickly.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm hungry, and it's never too late to talk after eating."

The old man had to eat first, and then tell Zhang Jing the news after eating.

Zhang Jing's appetite was aroused, so she had to urge Xiao Er to serve the food quickly.

The meal was finished, and the chopsticks began to move, and the old man never said a word again, he just lowered his head and ate and drank.

Looking at the old man's eating appearance, Zhang Jing couldn't help but have some doubts, this old man didn't just want to cheat on eating and drinking.

Thinking about it the other way, even if you are deceived, you don't have much to lose, it's just a meal.

So, Zhang Jing also turned on the binge eating mode and competed with the old man.

After a short time, the dishes on the table became clean, and all the old and young were burped.

"Little brother, this sword is good, can you borrow it to appreciate it?"

As if he had inadvertently seen the long sword hanging from Zhang Jing's waist, the old man borrowed the sword from Zhang Jing in an indifferent tone to appreciate it.

"I'm sorry, but I've never been in the habit of borrowing a sword." Zhang Jing refused.

"Can I ask where this sword came from?" The old man asked again.

"I can't." Zhang Jing didn't like it, got up and left the table.

Zhang Jing understood it, the old man came to him, and said a lot, just to find out his details.

As for what he wanted to do after finding out the details, he couldn't guess for the time being.

Ask east and west, and finally ask about this sword, it is very likely that it is for this sword.

Zhang Jing couldn't see through the old man's strength, so it was better to leave early.

As for the news he said, even if there was, Zhang Jing didn't want to hear it anymore.

Out of the restaurant, Zhang Jing recalled what had just happened.

Today, Linglong said that she didn't want to go out, so Zhang Jing didn't force it.

I didn't expect to come out alone and meet such a strange old man.

Back at the inn, Zhang Jing was still in deep thought, and he couldn't figure out what the old man's purpose was for approaching him.

Hearing the sound of Zhang Jing opening the door, Linglong took Jing Thirty-eight back to the room.

"What's the takeaway today?"

Linglong saw that Zhang Jing was silent for some reason, so she asked softly.

"Nothing to gain. I met a strange old man. Zhang Jing replied.

"What's the weird way?" Linglong asked.

So Zhang Jing told what she experienced today from beginning to end.

"So, this guy is a bit weird." Linglong said lightly after listening.

"Who do you think is strange?"

As soon as Linglong's words fell, a rhetorical question came from outside the door.

Hearing this voice, Linglong was stunned, and then she rushed to the door in ecstasy.

When she opened the door and saw the person outside the door, Linglong looked extremely excited.

Zhang Jing turned around and looked, the person outside the door had just seen him today, and it was the strange old man who talked to him in the restaurant.

"Let's go inside." The old man motioned for Linglong to enter the house.

Entering the room, Linglong closed the door casually.

When the old man sat down, Linglong immediately knelt down and shouted respectfully, "Master." ”

Zhang Jing was messy in an instant, what the hell is this, when you go out and meet an old man, you can meet your wife's master.

Zhang Jing stood there at a loss, seeing the nervousness of her parents, but also embarrassed.

Because today, he didn't give the old man much face, so he almost opened his mouth to scold.

"Get up." The master asked Linglong to get up.

After getting up, Linglong still had the demeanor of a major cultivator, she squirmed and coquettishly at Shizun: "Master, I haven't seen you for a few years, how are you old?" I'm missing you. ”

"Okay, how old are they, and they're still like children." Shizun said with a smile.

The master and apprentice chatted for a while, leaving the other pair aside.

"Who is this kid? Why is your sword in his hand? ”

As if he had suddenly discovered Zhang Jing's existence, Master Linglong pointed at Zhang Jing and asked Linglong two questions one after another.