Li Muchan and Chang Yumei were walking on a path in the mountains. This path led to the top of the mountain. It was surrounded by jagged rocks. If you open your eyes, you can see everything at a glance. There is no hiding place.
Li Muchan was wearing a yellow robe, and Chang Yumei was wearing a green shirt. Both of them were walking slowly with solemn expressions. Li Muchan pretended to look at the surrounding scenery without speaking first.
A gust of breeze blows, refreshing and a bit chilly. The terrain here is high, and the wind is a bit chilly, as if it is blowing from Baektu Mountain in the east.
Chang Yumei frowned slightly and pondered, seeming to be considering her words. After a while, she sighed softly: "Senior Brother Xiao, are you okay?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Well, it's okay. Apart from drinking some boring wine every day, there's nothing wrong with it."
Chang Yumei sighed: "It seems that Senior Brother Xiao has heard about it."
Li Muchan said: "What did you hear?"
"Senior Brother Xiao may have heard about Senior Sister Wan'er and Senior Brother Duanmu," Chang Yumei said.
Li Muchan smiled: "What do they want?"
Chang Yumei turned to look around and sighed: "The leader has issued a prohibition order on this matter, and no one is allowed to mention it. I don't know who leaked the news!"
Li Muchan said: "If people don't know how to do anything but themselves, how can there be an airtight wall in the world?"
"Yeah..." Chang Yumei sighed and shook his head: "But this matter was nothing in the first place, but by covering it up like this, it became a bit mysterious, and it turned into something. It was really self-defeating!"
Li Muchan smiled: "As far as I know, Senior Brother Duanmu and Senior Sister Lin were lovers before, right?"
Chang Yumei shook her head and said: "We are not lovers, we just have a good impression of each other. Later, senior sister Wan'er found that senior brother Duanmu was too narrow-minded, so she alienated him. Unexpectedly, he popped up again at this time."
Li Muchan looked at her deeply: "Is that really true?"
"There is absolutely no falsehood! Although I am not a man, I don't bother to lie." Chang Yu said with an eyebrow.
Li Muchan shook his head and said, "No matter what, Senior Sister Lin should explain it clearly to Senior Brother."
"Senior Sister Wan'er is afraid..." Chang Yumei sighed.
Li Muchan laughed: "There is nothing to be afraid of. Senior brother has a broad mind. As long as nothing happens, he will definitely be tolerant."
"As long as you are a man, you cannot forgive such a thing." Chang Yumei shook her head and sneered: "You men say you are broad-minded, but in fact you are smaller-minded than women!"
Li Muchan scratched his head. This was true. He looked broad-minded, not because he was really broad, but because he didn't care. Once he cared, his mind was really small.
Li Muchan sighed: "This kind of thing can't be delayed. The longer it is delayed, the bigger the trouble will be, and it will be difficult to deal with in the end. So I advise Senior Sister Lin to tell the senior brother as early as possible, don't wait until after getting married, as that will make the senior brother feel cheated and heartbroken."
The knot will be deeper."
"Well, I'll try to persuade Senior Sister Wan'er when I get back." Chang Yumei nodded and said softly, "I want to ask Junior Brother Li for something."
Li Muchan smiled: "Are you keeping it a secret from senior brother?"
"Yes, I want the two of them to solve it themselves. How about we ignore it and just pretend that we didn't hear anything or know anything?" Chang Yu smiled charmingly.
Li Muchan looked at her for a few times, and when she blushed and showed anger, he nodded with a smile.
Chang Yumei was overjoyed, but she didn't expect that Li Muchan really agreed.
Li Muchan said: "Senior Sister Chang, is there anyone in our Changchun sect who can forge weapons?"
"Yes, there are several blacksmiths. What, Junior Brother Li, what kind of weapons do you want to make?" Chang Yu asked with an eyebrow.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I want to get some concealed weapons for self-defense."
Chang Yumei nodded: "Then I will take you there!"
"Thank you." Li Muchan nodded, and the two of them turned around and went down the mountain, arriving outside a wide courtyard. Before they even entered, they heard the tinkling sound of iron.
She pushed the door open and walked in. Inside, there were six people working on blacksmithing. They were all bare-chested, with sweat running down their cheeks and backs. The muscles on their arms seemed to be made of bronze, exuding a strong and masculine beauty.
Among the six people, there were three young people, two middle-aged people, and a skinny old man in neat clothes, smoking a pipe and puffing away smoke.
The old man was thin and short, and could be blown down by a gust of wind. However, the five people were extremely respectful to him. He was sitting on a grand master's chair, and the other five were working hard at forging iron.
Seeing someone push the door open and come in, the five blacksmiths ignored it and continued to concentrate on hammering, swinging the hammer, holding a clamp, and blowing the blower box.
The skinny old man looked up and saw that his face was full of wrinkles and red, as if he had been exposed to the sun a lot. Although his face was full of wrinkles, it was rosy and he looked in good health.
"Haha, it's Mei'er, you're an honored guest!" The skinny old man laughed like a bell, causing the surrounding roofs to rustle with dust.
Chang Yumei smiled as brightly as a flower: "Grandpa Du, your old body and bones are still so good!"
"Haha, I'm just an old man!" the skinny old man laughed and glanced at Li Muchan: "Who is this little guy? He's very sharp. I didn't hear that he will accept new disciples this year!"
Chang Yumei hurriedly said: "Grandpa Du, this is not from our Changyuan sect, but a proud disciple of the Vajra sect."
"Well, it turns out he's from the Vajra Sect." Old Man Du nodded with a cold expression: "Why did you bring him here? People from the Vajra Sect are not welcome here!"
Li Muchan looked around curiously. He really didn't see the blacksmith shop at the Diamond Gate, and he didn't seem to hear Mr. Du's sarcastic remarks.
Chang Yumei looked at him carefully. Seeing him like this, she didn't know whether she was angry or not, so she hurriedly said: "Grandpa Du, this is Junior Brother Li Wuji, who is famous in the martial arts world!"
Old Man Du snorted: "Young boy, you are just a vain person, but you use chicken feathers as arrows. You really think you are great. You really don't know how high the sky is!"
Chang Yumei stamped her feet and said angrily: "Grandpa Du, you have to take care of my face!"
"Haha, okay, then I won't say anything. Tell me, what's the matter with this kid?" Old Man Du waved his hands and said with a smile.
"Grandpa Du, put out your cigarette first, it's too choking!" Chang Yumei waved her hand.
Old Man Du reluctantly took down the tobacco pouch: "Then tell me what you want."
Li Muchan coughed lightly and clasped his fists: "Old Du, you are polite. Junior Vajra Sect Li Wuji would like to ask everyone to help get some iron marbles."
"Iron marbles?" Mr. Du frowned, stared at him and hummed: "You came here in a big way just to get some iron marbles?!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "I don't dare to make any excessive demands. A few iron marbles are enough."
"Grandma, I thought you were going to build some strange weapon, you wasted my time!" Old Man Du snorted dissatisfied.
"Grandpa Du——!" Chang Yu frowned and stamped her feet.
Old Man Du hurriedly raised his hands and said begging for mercy: "Okay, I'll just do it!... Boy, how many iron marbles do you want and how big are they?"
Li Muchan said: "The size should be about the same. The heavier, the better. As for how many, one or two hundred will do."
"What do you want with so many iron marbles? One or two hundred. How can I fight you with these? I'm tired from walking!" Old Man Du asked with a frown.
He faced Li Muchan with a cold face, then faced Chang Yumei with a smile, and his expressions changed rapidly, as if they were two people.
Li Muchan looked at him and said calmly: "I don't have any other abilities, I'm just very strong, and I don't have to work hard!"
Mr. Du stared at him and saw Li Muchan looking at him without showing any signs of weakness. Seeing that he could not suppress his majesty, Mr. Du snorted: "Okay, I want to see how you take it!"
He turned around and said: "Xiao Tao!"
"Here we come, Master!" A middle-aged burly man came over and said respectfully: "Master, what are your orders?"
Old Man Du gritted his teeth and hummed: "Use the black iron we got last time and get a hundred iron marbles for this boy!"
"Xuan Tie?" The middle-aged burly man hesitated.
Old Man Du stared: "Just use black iron!"
The middle-aged burly man looked at Li Muchan and then at Old Man Du: "Master, it's a pity that Xuan Tie can be used as iron marbles. Moreover, they are too heavy. It would be too difficult to hold a hundred marbles!"
"Luosuo, you don't care what to do, just do it if you are told!" Old Man Du waved his hand.
The middle-aged man nodded helplessly: "Yes."
Although Chang Yumei doesn't know much about blacksmithing, she also understands that black iron is a good thing. As long as some are added, the quality of the weapon will be greatly improved, but the weapon will not be made purely of black iron.
Although this is hard and sharp, it is too heavy and consumes energy too quickly, which is harmful.
And using dark iron to make iron marbles is simply a waste of natural resources!
"Grandpa Du, no need...?" Chang Yu asked with an eyebrow.
Old Man Du's eyes widened: "That can't be done. Since he is your friend, I will naturally use the best materials for him. Even if it is to make iron marbles, black iron must be used!"
Chang Yumei forced a smile, shook her head and said, "I appreciate Grandpa Du's kindness. You don't need to spend so much money...?"
"You want what you want, but don't say this and let this Li Shaoxia laugh and say that our Changchun sect is too stingy. That won't work!" Old Man Du said seriously.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Du, for your kindness!"
Chang Yumei looked at him, then at Old Man Du, and shook her head helplessly. Unexpectedly, the two of them faced each other as soon as they met. Their angry look did not look like an adult, they were just two children.
Grandpa Du is getting older, and his temper tends to revert to his youth. But Junior Brother Li is making noises with him, which makes people speechless. His temper is really a bit strange. Junior Sister Xiao is absolutely right.
Li Muchan said: "I also want to make a sword."
"Sword-" Old Man Du looked at him sideways and hummed: "Your Vajra Sect doesn't have a sword?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "Yes, there is, but I forgot to bring it with me. How about asking Mr. Du to give me a shot?"
"Hey, you lost your seal as an official, but you are still famous!" Old Man Du curled his lips and sneered. Seeing Chang Yu's eyebrows glaring at him, he said helplessly: "Okay, I will help you cast one!"
He waved: "Xiao Wang, come here and help him measure and make a sword!"
"Okay!" A young man ran over, sweating all over his body, exuding white air, and carrying a strong smell of sweat.
He had a delicate appearance, which was completely different from his muscular figure. He came over with a smile: "Young Master Li, do you use your left hand or your right hand?"
Li Muchan stretched out his right hand: "Come on!"
The young man stretched out his thumb and middle finger, measured Li Muchan's arm a few times, then nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."
Li Muchan asked: "When can I come to pick it up?"
"It will be done at this time tomorrow." Old Man Du puffed his pipe and said proudly.
Li Muchan thanked him with clasped fists, then left directly.
Early the next morning, when he came over after practicing the exercises, the courtyard was already buzzing with noise and dripping with sweat. Only Mr. Du was sitting on the Taishi chair in the center of the courtyard, puffing away smoke from his pipe.
Li Muchan stepped forward, cupped his fists and smiled: "Mr. Du, are my iron marbles and sword ready?"
"Well, Xiao Tao!" Old Man Du rolled his eyes, looked at him, and called out: "Bring the things over here!"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Okay."
He said and brought over a cowhide vest and a long sword.
He stepped solemnly, slowly put down his vest, and said with a smile: "It's really not brisk!"
Li Muchan reached out and took it, weighed it lightly, reached out from a pocket and took out a black iron ball, the size of a dragon's eye, tossed it, nodded and smiled: "Okay, it's really good, it's very handy!"
After putting on his vest, he took the long sword and put it in his hand. The scabbard was silver-gray, which matched his yellow robe and was inconspicuous. It hid the brilliance very well.
He took out the sword and took a look. The blade was black without any luster and exuded a mysterious aura. The sword style was no different from the ordinary Qingfeng sword.
Old Man Du said: "Boy, now that you have a sword, you must give it a try. Xiao Tao, you can practice sword practice with him."
"Yes, Master." The middle-aged man nodded, smiled at Li Muchan and said, "Young Master Li, how about we compete?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said: "The sword has no eyes, so why don't you give it up?"
Old Man Du blew out a puff of smoke carelessly: "I inquired about it yesterday. You are really famous. You have done several great things and are known all over the world... It is rare for such a master to come to my place. How can I just leave casually and take it as a right?"
It’s a reward!…You know, your iron marbles and long sword are made of black iron!”
Li Muchan nodded helplessly: "Well, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful!"
He hung the sword on his waist, slowly pulled out the long sword, and flicked the sword lightly, "ding..." The clear sound could be heard endlessly.
"What a sword!" Li Muchan praised.
This sword is far heavier than ordinary swords, but it is just right for him. It is not heavy but not light when he holds it. Other swords are too light and feel as if they are nothing in his hand, without a sense of stability.
"This sword was made by my master, so it is naturally a fine product!" The middle-aged man opposite smiled. He picked up a long sword from the side, but it was wide and long. It was about twice as wide as an ordinary long sword and as long as
It's one and a half, and it's like holding a spear in your hand.
"Young Master Li, please——!" the middle-aged policeman shook his sword and said in a deep voice.
Li Muchan said no more, and stabbed out with a light sword. The middle-aged man swung his sword to strike. The two swords collided, but there was no scene of a sword flying out as everyone imagined.
The other four people stopped working and gathered around Old Man Du to watch. They were quite shocked when they saw this scene. They all knew how strong Senior Brother Tao was. Just that broad sword was not something that ordinary people could wield.
But the man opposite him, Mr. Li, was fighting with him as if nothing had happened.
After the two swords, one narrow and one wide, collided, they made a crisp "ding" sound, rebounded, and then intersected again, making another crisp "ding" sound.
Then the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding" kept ringing, just like the sound of their forging iron.
In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred swords passed by, and Li Muchan was still full of vigor and vigor. He didn't use any subtle moves, he just slashed with the middle-aged man head-on, without any tricks.
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"Ding..." There was a continuous crisp sound, and the sword flew out. The middle-aged man had empty hands and said with a helpless smile: "Young Master Li is so awesome, I am ashamed of myself!"
Li Muchan held a sword flower in his arms, put the sword back into its sheath, cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I accept, I accept!"
"I didn't expect you to be so strong even though you are not strong in stature." The middle-aged man shook his head in admiration.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Mr. Du must also have divine power!"
He inquired about the details of Mr. Du. Although he was a blacksmith, his status in the Changchun Sect was extremely high, not because he was good at making swords, but because of his powerful martial arts.
He is born with supernatural power. He looks skinny and short, but his supernatural power is extremely amazing. He is also a master among the Changchun Sect.
"Boy, it seems that we are both walking the same path." Mr. Du's face softened and he showed a smile: "Both of us have a lot of strength!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Having this strength is indeed a big advantage."
"Yes, exactly." Mr. Du nodded and said, "But let me give you a piece of advice from someone who has experienced it. Don't blindly pursue simple moves just because of your strength. Divine power is useful at the beginning, but it will be of limited help later on.
He is no better than others."
Li Muchan nodded slowly: "I understand."
Old Man Du stared at the long sword on Li Muchan's waist for a few seconds, feeling a little reluctant: "Just understand, okay, this sword falls into your hands, and it won't be buried after all!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "What's the name of this sword?"
"You are the owner of the sword, so take it as you wish." Old Man Du said.
Li Muchan lowered his head and took a few glances, then smiled and said, "Then let's call him Mo Feng."
"Yeah, what a good name." Old Man Du nodded and smiled: "It's just what I want. I hope Mo Fengjian can become famous all over the world!"
Li Muchan smiled and patted his sword, then clasped his fists and said goodbye to everyone, turned around and left the small courtyard.
On the way back, he took out an iron marble from his vest, flicked it with his finger, and a black light instantly shot into the big tree ten feet away.
The big tree was as thick as a person's arms, and the black light disappeared after it penetrated. When Li Muchan got closer, he saw that he was already deep inside and could no longer see. He pressed his palms and observed silently. He had reached the center of the tree. He gently sucked it out. He couldn't put it down and felt very good.
It's easy.
The third day was the wedding. Li Muchan shook his head secretly. Looking at his elder brother, it seemed that Lin Feihong had not made it clear to him and he no longer cared about it. Emotional matters were a mess and he could not figure them out, let alone outsiders.
On the third day, he had been at the foot of the mountain since early morning. Instead of joining in the fun at the top of the mountain, he was on guard below to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to attack the mountain.