The border between Song and Mongolia. Although this area was the northern border town of the Song Dynasty, it had long been occupied by the Mongolian cavalry and was in ruins everywhere.

The Mongolian army forcibly recruited many northerners from the border areas to work as cannon fodder and coolies, leaving only the old, weak, women and children.

Last night, Huang Yaoshi was drunk, and Yin Zhiping rode a thin horse on the road alone. Under the moonlight, he walked casually, and when he woke up, he arrived here the next night.

There is not a single person in a radius of ten miles, and a dilapidated shop stands alone in the wilderness. In front of the door is a large iron felt, and the floor is covered with coal scraps and iron slag. There are several plowshares and sickles hanging on the wall, but inside the house

Quiet and deserted.

It was four or five o'clock in the middle of the night. There was a crescent moon in the sky on the left, and a faint sunrise hung faintly on the right. Yin Zhiping was half lying on the horse and vaguely saw an old man walking over.

He was about fifty years old, with gray beard and hair, stooped and carrying a cane.

"Young man, why did you come to my blacksmith shop? This is not an inn." He narrowed his eyes and said in a loud voice.

His hoarse voice sounded like it had been smoked by red-hot coals.

Yin Zhiping glanced at him vaguely. The old man's eyes were covered with eye guano, and he looked like a bad old man.

With a "ding-dong" sound, a silver coin fell from Yin Zhiping's arms to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Yin Zhiping "drowsily" pointed at the silver ingot on the ground, "Stay here for one night."

The old man was stunned. It was the first time in so many years that he had met such a strange person. He carefully touched the other person off his horse, touched his meridians with his palms, and secretly checked, and found that he was a martial arts practitioner with low internal strength.

He lowered his guard and helped the lost and drunk young man into the house. Soon he was snoring.

The old man shook his head, held his crutches with both hands, and sat quietly in front of the door.

In the haziness, Yin Zhiping suddenly heard the sound of horse hoofs, but two powerful horses rushed to the front of the store.

When I opened my eyes, it was already early morning.

Both horses are strong Mongolian horses, and the ones coming are Mongolian soldiers.

But one of them was a Han soldier. He shouted loudly: "Tiejiang Feng! Come here to receive the order!"

Blacksmith Feng limped out of the side room, stepped forward and saluted, "That's the little one."

The Han soldier glanced at him and said: "The chief has an order: All blacksmiths in the town should report to the county within three days and return to serve in the army. You will come to the county tomorrow, do you understand?"

Blacksmith Feng muttered: "You are so old..."

Another Mongolian soldier suddenly raised his whip and struck the air hard, and spoke in pure Chinese: "We'll be here tomorrow, or we'll have to move our heads."

After saying that, the two of them rode away.

Blacksmith Feng let out a long sigh and was lost in thought.

Yin Zhiping walked out of the house and looked at Blacksmith Feng's back in silence.

Blacksmith Feng turned around, sighed and said, "You heard it too. The Mongols are going to fight the south."

"Master Feng, you are so old and have difficulty walking. If you join the Mongolian army, won't you lose your life in vain? I think you might as well take the opportunity to go south." Yin Zhiping said deliberately.

Feng Tiejiang said: "Thank you very much for your kindness. Although you and I just met by chance, I would like to advise you not to wander around the border and go home quickly."

Seeing that he was well-dressed and generous, Blacksmith Feng guessed that he was a member of a southern family. His thin arms and tender skin clearly indicated that he was from Jiangnan.

"Why?" Yin Zhiping asked pretending to be curious.

Blacksmith Feng supported the wall and said: "The Mongolian marshal recruited blacksmiths to make weapons. What do you think it is for? I am an old man. It is not a pity to die. It is a pity for countless innocent creatures in the south of the Yangtze River."

As he spoke, he took out the ingot of silver from his pocket and gave it back to Yin Zhiping, "As the saying goes, wealth should not be exposed. If you are wandering around the world with this little trick, you are seeking your own death."

Yin Zhiping took the silver ingot and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Master, I borrowed your bed to sleep for one night, and this is my reward."

But Tiejiang Feng shook his head, "Money has been an external possession since ancient times. Although your family had a lot of wealth, in the blink of an eye, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and all of it was in vain."

His expression showed concern for the country and the people, but it didn't look like he was being fake.

In the world of the divine eagle, apart from Guo Jing, who is a great hero, the unknown Blacksmith Feng is actually more worthy of respect. Unlike Guo Jing's fame, he is just a poor lost dog who was driven out by his master.

But don't forget, he is also a first-class master with strong martial arts. But over the years, he has been working as a blacksmith here invisibly, but he has never had a conflict with anyone. This borderland was once the place where countless people came and went.

land.

Some Jianghu people were shameless and asked him to strike without giving him money; some Jianghu people were arrogant and even spoke rudely to an old man like him. But he endured all of this silently, no matter whether others beat him or scolded him, he did not hesitate.

I won't fight back.

However, he did a very great thing. Even though he knew that the situation was irreversible, he still resolutely chose to go to the Mongolian army camp. He lurked in the military camp as a blacksmith and waited for opportunities to kill high-ranking Mongolian officials.

He used his own meager way to fulfill his loyalty as a martial arts practitioner. To his master and to the country.

Anyone whom Yin Zhiping respects, he is willing to get along with them as equals. Just like Hong Qigong, just like Guo Jing. What makes him admire him now is not the level of martial arts, because it is difficult to find someone with higher martial arts than him.

Yes. What is truly worthy of admiration is - personality.

"Master, can you make a sword for me?" Yin Zhiping suddenly asked.

Feng Tiejiang was stunned, and then he saw that he was walking around the world with bare hands and no weapons. He didn't ask anything else, so he nodded to himself. He thought that this man was destined to be with him, so he left a weapon for him before leaving.

Just a weapon.

He immediately turned on the stove, and saw him pulling the bellows, and flame stars blew out with the wind. His livid face was flushed red, and his gray hair was slightly raised.

"This sword will be ready at noon. Then go back to the south as soon as possible." Blacksmith Feng said without looking back.

Yin Zhiping smiled slightly and said, "Master, don't be in a hurry. Just hit it slowly. My head hurts. I'll go back to your room and take a nap."

Blacksmith Feng shook his head, thinking that this young man was really lazy, but he didn't realize that the ingot of silver had fallen into his cloth pocket.

The "clanging" sound of iron hammering stopped not long after. There was a sound of chatting outside. Yin Zhiping was lying on the bed in the room with his legs crossed. He knew who it was without asking.

Yang Guo, Cheng Ying and the lame Lu Wushuang came here specially to ask for Blacksmith Feng's craftsmanship. What he wanted to make was a pair of large scissors.

"It's not difficult to use your big scissors, but I have already promised to others before. I'm afraid you will have to put this thing aside for a day."

"This?" Cheng Ying looked at Yang Guo and told him to make up his mind.

It has to be said that the protagonist is the protagonist. Yang Guo's romantic relationship is also great. He and Cheng Ying have only known each other for one day, but they have already conquered each other's heart.

"Master, can you give us these scissors first? We are in a hurry to save lives." Yang Guo cupped his hands and said.

Blacksmith Feng saw that he looked sincere and didn't seem to be lying, so he smiled and said: "Weapons can save people, but I have never heard of it."

Yang Guo continued: "Of course it is. This weapon can kill people, and it can also save people. If you use a weapon to deal with a big evil person, you will indirectly save countless innocent people."

When Tiejiang Feng heard this, he looked at Yang Guo carefully, then squinted his eyes and said, "What you said makes sense. I just don't know which villain you are going to deal with?"

"She is a vicious female devil who kills people like crazy!" Lu Wushuang had just escaped from her master's clutches, and she was filled with tears when she recalled it.

She tried to escape many times, but Li Mochou refused to kill her, but every time he tortured her in different ways, making her really miserable. This time, she took advantage of Li Mochou to return to the ancient tomb and stole the

Her "Five Poison Classics". This scripture is the foundation for Li Mochou's practice of Red Lian Shen Zhang.

Although she has already practiced it, the content recorded in the book can also be inferred as a method of restraint and resolution. That is why she pursues Lu Wushuang relentlessly and is determined to retrieve the book.

"That female devil has killed countless people. We built these scissors just to deal with her..." Before Cheng Ying could finish her words, she suddenly heard a sneer coming from not far away.

"You want to make big scissors so that you can cut my whisk, don't you?"

The three of them were shocked. They turned around and saw Li Mochou floating towards her with a flick of her fly whisk. Her martial arts skills seemed to have made great progress before.

Yang Guo did not expect that Li Mochou was chasing after him so urgently. At this time, the scissors had not yet appeared. Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang each drew their swords, while Yang Guo picked up an iron bar next to the stove. The three of them watched warily.

Li Mochou, if a fight breaks out, they will fight in groups.

"If you want to make a pair of scissors to deal with my whisk, you kids can figure it out. I'll just sit here and wait for you to make a pair of scissors before we fight again."

It can be seen that Li Mochou is in a good mood. The reason is naturally that she has gained something by sneaking into the ancient tomb before. She was imprisoned in the sarcophagus by Long and Yang, but by chance she discovered the martial arts secrets engraved in it.

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No wonder she secretly sneaked back to the ancient tomb in the early years but could not be found. It turned out that the master was clever and left all the martial arts secrets in the sarcophagus.

Back then, Maid Lin once said to the young Li Mochou that she should have a coffin in the tomb. This meant that the descendants of the ancient tomb had a place, and it also included the martial arts engraved in the coffin.

But later she came out of the ancient tomb and met that person. Her life suddenly changed, and she no longer wanted to stay in the ancient tomb that never saw the light of day.

She repaired the mysterious scriptures in the ancient tomb coffin, and her martial arts improved greatly. At this time, she was not afraid of the three children in front of her, so she sat down leisurely and waited for their weapons to be forged.

Yang Guo, Cheng Ying, and Lu Wushuang also knew that they and others had no way to escape. Li Mochou came so unnoticed, which shows his superb martial arts. The three of them only looked at Feng Tiejiang, but Feng Tiejiang seemed deaf.

, not caring at all about the grudges of the four people in front of him.

The high temperature of the furnace melted the iron block into molten iron, and he poured the molten iron into the mold. The shape of a pair of scissors could be vaguely seen.

"You old blacksmith, why don't you hurry up?" Half a day passed, and Li Mochou became impatient with the waiting.

Yang Guo couldn't stop talking, "When the scissors are ready, I will cut off all your whisks, uncle."

Li Mochou snorted, looked at Yang Guo, smiled sweetly and said: "My good nephew, thanks to you and my junior sister, I know the big secret in the ancient tomb."

Yang Guo just designed Li Mochou to be imprisoned in a sarcophagus. When he heard her talking about the "big secret", he thought to himself, could it be that she discovered the martial arts carved in the coffin?

Li Mochou saw the change in Yang Guo's face and continued teasing: "No wonder you and your junior sister have made great progress in martial arts. It turns out that they practiced the Jade Girl's Heart Sutra. It's just the practice of the Jade Girl's Heart Sutra, tsk tsk..."

It turns out that Li Mochou obtained the key to practicing the Jade Girl's Heart Sutra in the sarcophagus. However, the "advancement of yin and the retreat of yang" in the practice of the sutra requires the cooperation of a man and a woman, and the practice process needs to be indistinguishable.

Li Mochou tried to practice alone for a short period of time, but found that she could not make progress. It seems that if she really wants to practice the Jade Girl Heart Sutra, she still needs to practice dual cultivation.
To be continued...