The hall of Yanziwu is filled with all kinds of objects, from hairpins and hairpins to swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Although from a rational point of view, everything he catches is just for fun, but as an old father, Murong Fu still hopes that his children will be safe and happy in the future, and not to worry about what they have. Even if he only looks like a middle-aged man,
It's better to be a well-behaved rich man.
A pair of children staggered toward a room full of things, and everyone unconsciously slowed down their breathing.
Suddenly, under everyone's shocked gazes, Murong Yan walked towards something tremblingly.
After seeing the thing clearly, Murong Fu couldn't help but be startled: Who brought this thing up?
But it was the large piece of extraterrestrial iron that Murong Fu brought back from Liaodong. After being refined by Feng Asan, one of the eight friends of Hangu, the impurities had been removed, leaving behind a large black lump of iron about the size of a head.
Murong Yan went up and patted the big iron block like a curious baby, and grabbed a handful with his little hands - of course he couldn't hold it, even if the impurities were removed, there was still a hundred and eighty kilograms left.
He added another hand and tried hard with both hands, but he still couldn't grab it. His face turned red. After trying several times, he actually cried in anxiety.
Murong Fu had a dark look on his face.
A'Zhu couldn't help but laugh and said: "Of all the rare things in this room, why did the young master choose this one?"
Isn't that right? With a room full of rare treasures, collected by the Xiaoyao Sect and accumulated over the years by the Murong family, even the palace might not be able to find all of them. Why did you choose this one by accident?
When Abi saw her child crying, she quickly went up to hug her and coaxed her gently: "Xiao Yan, if you don't cry, this thing is not good. Let's try something else."
Unexpectedly, Murong Yan cried even louder now.
Murong Fu put his hand on his forehead helplessly and said, "Is it possible that this kid will become a blacksmith in the future?"
Seeing that her husband was helpless, Wang Yuyan was just about to say a few words for her child when she heard her husband say: "It doesn't matter if you are a blacksmith. After all, the ancient swordsmith Ou Yezi was also a blacksmith."
Well, let's just strike iron. It's better than those lunatics who do nothing but do whatever they want.
Murong Fu said: "Let Aning try it."
Murong Fu prayed silently in his heart: "My good daughter, don't catch a big iron lump like your brother."
However, when Murong Ning walked towards the big iron lump with his calves, Murong Fu's expression froze.
Who on earth brought this thing up!
Li Qingluo couldn't help laughing: "My grandson and granddaughter are just like their father, they are often unexpected."
Duan Zhengchun stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and said "Okay" three times in a row.
"This meteorite iron is a rare material in the world. If we can find a good craftsman to forge it into a sword, it will definitely be a rare weapon in the world. The Murong family and the Duan family are both famous in the martial arts for their sword skills. I think it is better to use this piece
Two swords were forged from meteorite iron and given to the two children for their future travels in the world."
Hearing Duan Zhengchun's suggestion, everyone present's eyes lit up: Yes, why didn't you think of this level?
Murong Fu laughed and scolded: "Two little devils, they are quite knowledgeable at such a young age."
Although this piece of meteorite iron does not look good-looking, if you really want to calculate the value, it can really be described as a priceless treasure. A magical weapon, there is absolutely no doubt that it will be a bonus to the masters of the world. Don't talk about being alone.
In a realm without swords, any grass, tree, bamboo or stone can be used as a sword
, there is indeed nothing wrong with saying that, but the combat power that can be exerted by using a black iron sword and an ordinary iron sword are definitely two different things. For example, the extermination old nun's real martial arts is not at the level of the Purple Shirt Dragon King, but he just relies on the blessing of a Heavenly Sword.
It has reached a level where the entire world is moving sideways.
"Congratulations to Brother Murong, your son and daughter will definitely achieve great things in the future."
"Thank you for your kind words."
...
Late at night, water pavilion was also installed.
A craftsman in short clothes stood in front of Murong Fu.
"Uncle Master Qi, according to Uncle Master's instructions, the water prison has been built and is flawless. It is absolutely impossible to escape unless Da Luo Jinxian."
This person is none other than Feng Asan, a craftsman among the Eight Friends of Hangu.
Murong Fu sighed: "You have done a good job, but from now on, don't mention this matter to anyone. If even half a word is leaked, I will expell you from the sect forever in the name of the leader. You can
Be sure to remember.”
Feng Asan felt cold sweat break out on his forehead: "Uncle Master, the master, is just joking. The disciples don't even know that such a thing exists."
"So, very good."
When Feng Asan left, Murong Fu sighed quietly.
The loyalty of the eight friends of Hangu can be believed, but the matter is too important and he had to do it as a last resort.
After Feng Asan left, another figure appeared and knelt in front of Murong Fu.
"Get up, Brother Deng."
Murong Fu didn't even look back.
"Has the news gotten through?"
"Young Master, there is nothing wrong with this."
"Then just wait."
A trace of loneliness flashed across Murong Fu's eyes, and then he slowly said: "Don't blame me for being cruel. I can't tell you the reason. I can't let anyone else in the world know about this. Do you understand?"
Deng Baichuan: "My subordinates know."
Murong Fu said: "After you finish this matter, you should go back to Zhuangzi and never come out again."
Deng Baichuan bowed down and said, "Young master, please take care of me. Deng Baichuan is leaving."
He knew that for him, this was the best result he could strive for, far better than being a prisoner in a water pavilion for the rest of his life.
Murong Fu watched Deng Baichuan go away, clenching his hands slightly and then quickly relaxing them.
Let's go, let's go. Although Murong's family is small, it can still accommodate Deng Baichuan.
The next day, in the afternoon, in a secret room in Yanziwu.
Opposite Murong Fu sat an old man wearing a felt hat. The two of them sat like this all afternoon without anyone speaking first.
After all, the old man's patience ran out first and he spoke: "Mr. Murong."
"Master Abbot has come a long way, so you might as well stay a little longer. Although Gusu is small, the scenery is not bad. Master Abbot, you might as well walk around and see more." Murong Fu said with a smile.
The person who came was none other than Xuan Ci. In fact, both parties knew exactly what medicine was being sold in the gourds.
"Mr. Murong has a good intention, and I accept it with my heart. It's just that the temple is busy with affairs, so I really can't stay long. I hope you can forgive me."
Xuanci had a ghost in his heart, and he felt very bitter.
He knew very clearly that the rumors in the world were not false, but he was just letting his imagination run wild. He could not understand why Murong Fu discovered such a secret thing due to a single thought when he was young.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Since Master Abbot is so busy, Murong Fu will stay as Abbot soon. Please do as you please, Abbot."