Multifunctional Sword Cultivation Starts from Taxi

This pair of eyes is not human, dead gray, wooden, scared Ye Zhe a lot, before he could react, the small window was pulled up, and the footsteps behind the door went away slowly.

"?" A big question mark popped up in Ye Zhe's heart: "Gone?"

He looked at it and didn't ask anything, and left without even opening the door. Isn't this too rude? Ye Zhe, who was originally scared, was a little angry. He raised his hand and knocked on the door again, using more force than before.

The slow footsteps continued to get closer and closer. The person behind the door turned back, the small window was pulled open, and the dead gray eyes looked at Ye Zhe, and a word popped out coldly: "Get out."

The voice was mechanical and indifferent, like some kind of machine.

After throwing a word, the small window was pulled up again, and the footsteps went away.

Such a bad attitude? It's too hateful. I shouldn't come here. I'm scolded for doing good things. I'm angry.

If the other party doesn't open the door, can I keep wasting time? Touching the ring in his pocket, Ye Zhe took a deep breath and suppressed the resentment in his heart.

After all, it was the old man's last wish before he died. He couldn't give up without even seeing the real owner. Try again, try again. If the other party dared to speak ill of him again, Ye Zhe would turn around and leave immediately. Anyway, he had come here and had a clear conscience.

Ye Zhe raised his hand and knocked on the door, then raised the ring in his hand to the small window.

The footsteps returned again. Logically, he should be impatient after being knocked on the door three times in a row, but the footsteps were still unhurried, and even the rhythm did not change.

The small window was opened, and the dead gray eyes saw the ring at once. A gleam of light flashed in the gray eyeballs, and then the small window was quickly closed, and the door soon made a creaking sound, which was obviously not smooth due to disrepair.

The door opened inwards, and a thin figure in a black robe knelt on one knee and said stiffly: "Welcome, Master."

Ye Zhe was frightened and took a small step back: "Master? Me?"

The thin black-robed man replied: "Yes, Master, welcome back." It was a welcome word, but the tone was stiff and stereotyped, and even the speed of speech did not change, as if it was made by some kind of machine.

As he spoke, he stood up from the ground. When he showed the face under the black robe, Ye Zhe immediately understood why the other party spoke so strangely. This black-robed man turned out to be a mechanical man.

Oh my God, a mechanical man, a mechanical man who can talk to others? The legendary mechanical man with spirit?

Ye Zhe had seen many mechanical men, mechanical men who served dishes and cleaned in hotels and restaurants, mechanical men who pulled carts and carried passengers in post houses and escort agencies, teaching mechanical men who did simple tutoring work in private schools, etc., but he had never seen one who could talk normally with people.

The mechanical men he had seen could only perform some set repetitive tasks. For example, the cleaning mechanical men would only mechanically sweep things into the bucket, sweeping and moving forward until they hit the wall. Even if the bucket was full of garbage, it would not be poured out. Someone had to help empty the garbage in the bucket before they could continue to work.

But according to legend, there is a kind of mechanical man who can think independently and perform complex tasks. Their intelligence is not even worse than that of ordinary people. Because they have weapon spirits, they are called weapon spirit mechanical men.

The one in front of him is definitely the legendary weapon spirit robot. Not only will he let him go, but he will also kneel down to welcome him. Now he is standing by the door and making a gesture of invitation.

Do you want to go in? Ye Zhe hesitated to look at the black-robed mechanical man, but unfortunately, he could not see any expression on his wooden face.

If the other party was a human, Ye Zhe might not go in, and would directly exchange the ring with the other party and leave. But the one in front of him was a mechanical man, and his mind might not be very complicated. He would not ambush a dozen swordsmen in the yard.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Zhe still stepped into the yard.

Behind the door was a not very spacious yard, but now it was overgrown with weeds, as if no one had taken care of it for a long time. There was only a gravel road leading to the house. It was not covered with weeds because people walked on it, but there were still grass stems stubbornly sticking out from the cracks of the gravel.

Isn't this a sect? So dilapidated?

Ye Zhe remembered what the black-robed mechanical man had just said, and asked hurriedly: "Are you referring to me as the sect master? I'm not a sect master, I'm here to deliver a letter."

The black-robed mechanical man closed the gate and was leading the way into the house. Hearing this, he responded without turning his head: "The one who holds the ring is the master of the Yixian Sect."

Ye Zhe took a breath of cold air, Yixian Sect? What a domineering name. In this world, immortals are supreme legends that only exist in mythological and strange novels. Now this sect with a dilapidated and overgrown courtyard dares to be called Yixian Sect?

"Excuse me." Ye Zhe said with a bow, and made up his mind to inform the old man of the news of his corpse and hand over the ring, and then leave quickly, not dealing with a psychopath.

But when he entered the house, Ye Zhe did not see anyone, only a piece of armor, a sapling, and a dog.

After the black-robed mechanical man led Ye Zhe in, his eyes first flashed, and the sapling and the dog turned their heads at the same time as if they had received a signal.

The armor was originally sitting on the floor, and the two eyes on the face armor lit up red, and slowly stood up from the ground.

It was really an armor, not a person wearing armor, because from the inside of the arm and the inside of the thigh, where there was no armor, it could be clearly seen that it was empty.

The armor that stood up knelt on one knee in the direction of Ye Zhe.

The sapling was planted in a large flowerpot. At this moment, it turned its head, revealing a very delicate little face. From that face, it could be seen that it was a very beautiful tree demon.

I saw it swinging its branches, crossing its arms and saying, "Greetings to the master."

The dog was a yellow native dog, the kind that guards homes and courtyards. It was unremarkable. Ye Zhe thought it was an ordinary dog, but he saw it opened its mouth, showing its fangs and roared: "Woof."

The whole house is a large open space, and you can see the bottom at a glance. There is an armor, a tree, and a dog, and there is no other living thing in the house.

"Don't call me the sect master. I'm not the sect master. I'm just here to deliver a message." Ye Zhe quickly waved his hand and asked, "Where is your guardian?"

In this world, in addition to monks, there are many aliens, such as fairies, ghosts, etc., which can legally exist, but there must be a prerequisite. All aliens must have a human monk as a guardian, otherwise they will be caught. Go to a wild protected area to 'protect' it.

Now that a room full of strangers still had to call him the sect master, Ye Zhe suddenly had a bad feeling.

"You are holding the ring of the former sect master in your hand now. If there is no accident, the former sect master should be dead. You are now the sect master of our Yi Xian Sect, oh, and by the way, you are also our guardian." The little sapling looked up. Said his little face.

Sure enough, I fell into that old man's trap. No wonder he said before dissecting his body, "They'll leave it to you." It turns out that's what happened. This so-called Immortal Sect is probably a sect composed entirely of aliens. Bar.

God, I don't want to be a bunch of alien nannies.

Ye Zhe was wailing in his heart, but his face was calm, and he bowed his hands and saluted: "Just kidding, I just came here to deliver a letter. An old man left this ring before he dismembered his body and asked me to deliver it here. Now the ring has been delivered." , everyone bids farewell."

After Ye Zhe finished speaking, he gently put the ring on the ground, turned around and walked quickly outside the house.

But after walking a few steps, he heard a bark. Looking back, he saw the native dog flying towards him, opening its big mouth full of fangs, and swallowed him in one bite.

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