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Through the window glass of the thick and safe plane, Zhang Changsheng put the broken sword on his back on his front legs.

This broken sword also caught the attention of Zhang Wan'er, who was sitting next to the Patriarch.

Zhang Wan'er with a curious look was puzzled, "Old Patriarch, what kind of sword is the broken sword on your leg, and how did the sword become like this?"

As Zhang Huanjin's only biological daughter, Zhang Waner has already stepped into the Martial Dao. Now she has fully opened all the entry body secrets and successfully stepped into the second floor of the Practitioner.

It can be considered as having its own understanding and knowledge of some weapons in this world.

But the broken, rusty sword that the old patriarch placed on her legs made her unable to understand, after all, it was in Zhang Wan'er's thoughts.

A dignified ancestor of Wudang, shouldn't the long sword weapons that he carries with him at least be a good long sword made of well-made steel.

Zhang Changsheng looked at the broken sword in front of him with nostalgia on his face. "This sword has been with the old man and me for decades. When I first met it, it looked like this. Now it is still the same after decades. Like that."

"I have changed, but it hasn't changed, and I'm a good friend of the old man."

Zhang Wan'er was so clever that she didn't care too much when she saw that her ancestor did not want to say more about the origin of this broken sword.

"The old patriarch, does this sword have a name that belongs to it? After all, this kind of age, the swordsmith should have given it a name." Zhang Wan'er, a jade hand painted with light red nail polish, held Bai Jing on the side. He looked at Zhang Changsheng curiously.

Zhang Changsheng's rare mouth raised a smile and gently stroked the sword body of the Remnant Jian, "It's called Promise, and no one knows how long it has existed. At least it looked like this when I knew it."

Zhang Changsheng has never given any name to this broken sword, but after getting the broken sword, the broken sword himself told its name, Promise.

Zhang Wan'er was even more interested in this sword when Zhang Changsheng said that, "Old Patriarch, this remnant sword will become such a strange name, such a heaven-defying name, not to mention the sword, even if it is a human being. Can't stand it."

"Endless, infinite is infinite, and it is difficult for the swordsmith to think of it."

Zhang Changsheng closed his eyes slightly, no longer responding to Zhang Wan'er's words, and went into a false sleep state.

Seeing Zhang Changsheng like this, Zhang Wan'er on the side could only cast aside her lips in awe.

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In the afternoon, the hot sun shone on the earth, and a private jet slowly landed at the corner of the capital airport with black and white tones all over it.

The ancestors all walked off the plane slowly, watching the flow of people coming and going, breathing a little uncomfortable dryness with a slightly pungent and inexplicable smell.

Zhang Wan'er turned her head and said respectfully to Zhang Changsheng, "Old Patriarch, you have not eaten yet, now I will take you to my house first."

"Tell the ancestors that the cooking skills of my chef are old, much better than the Michelin three-star bragged about abroad, and my Chinese cuisine is delicious."

Zhang Changsheng shook his head and said, "You don't need Xiao Wan'er, just go back. Go back and tell your father that he and I have arrived in the capital."

"The next thing, after let Xiao Wangye participate in this champion challenge tonight, I will return to Wudang, old man, I still can't adapt to this worldly atmosphere."

Zhang Changsheng has his own plan. For this is already down the mountain, naturally it is best to turn around on his own.

Being watched by the younger generation all day, Zhang Changsheng still feels a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Wan'er saw what the ancestor in front of her said so, she didn't know what to do for a while.

Then he sighed, put on the sunglasses in his bag, took out a very black card from it and handed it to Wang Ye.

"Little brother, old ancestor and great master, please take care of it. This is a black card. We are the same age. You should know the current consumption and payment methods in this world." Zhang Waner's ruddy mouth smiled at Wang Yedao. .

Wang Ye looked down at the black card that was stuffed by Zhang Wan'er in his hand, and felt a moment of dumbness in his heart.

It seems that the second master of own is really rich. After all, Wang Ye is also a young man, so he naturally knows what this black card is.

This type of card can only be processed by the rich. Basically, you can overdraft and spend millions of dollars a day from it without any problems.

And obviously this black card given by his second uncle's daughter is even higher-end than the black card he is understanding.

Zhang Wan'er's gorgeous face with solemn and respectful hands and cupped fist directed at Zhang Changsheng and said, "Old Patriarch, the disciple and grandson are leaving now. If you have anything to do, just report the name of the disciple and grandson directly."

"It may be of no use in other places, but no one in the capital does not know my name, Zhang Wan'er!"

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"The author of the street asked for flowers online for evaluation tickets, monthly tickets and rewards. It has been a long time since I saw a gift. It is so uncomfortable to say that the new book is not easy. If everyone likes it, brush up the free gift.".

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