After the Seven Venerables asked, they seemed to have come to a conclusion on their own, and quickly bowed their heads and said: "Yes, although Lao Jiu is a newcomer, he has begun to learn to put up a stand now with the appreciation of the hall master." As for the eighth child, that is a person who has drilled into the eyes of money, you are a little Nine Shadows Holy Envoy, if you go directly to him, he will definitely ask the lion to open his mouth......"

Mu Hansha breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly responded. The Seven Venerables pondered for a long time, then closed the lid of the box and pushed it in front of him.

"In this case, you can take these spirit stones back first. I'll do my best to dredge one or two, and if there's a need, I'll take it again. ”

Mu Hansha was grateful, and kowtowed deeply: "Whether it is successful or not, these spirit stones, I sincerely respect the Seven Venerables!"

The Seven Venerables deliberately turned their faces blank: "Don't you think that I am also as greedy as the eighth child?" Seeing that Mu Hansha was terrified, he smiled and said: "Okay, if I don't accept this money, I'm afraid you won't be at ease." Then put it with me for safekeeping. After I go back, relax my heart, if I open my mouth, most of the old eight and nine will still give me this face. ”

Mu Hansha nodded again and again, and her joy was beyond words. Then the Seven Venerables gave him a few more instructions and let him go.

Not long after stepping out of the door, the jade slip in Mu Hansha's hand lit up. Looking at the dim light that seemed to be a talisman, and the name of the sender who seemed to be imprinted in his bones and blood, Mu Hansha's expression suddenly became extremely painful. His fingers trembled several times, and finally he swiped the "on" button. Then he hurriedly buried his head and walked briskly towards the outside of the hall, picking sparsely populated secluded paths along the way.

"Hansha, how are things going?" A hearty laugh came out of the jade slip, and there was a deliberately disguised cordiality in the voice.

Mu Hansha's eyes, covered by his slightly drooping long hair, turned into a cloud, and he said with difficulty: "I...... Still working on it. Please give me a little more time. The prayer, mixed with pain, was far more humble and pious than when he served before His Holiness.

The voice on the other side of Yu Jian sank, and he shouted in a rough voice: "What's the matter, aren't you the Holy Envoy of the Nine Shadows? Isn't this quota in your hand? Could it be that you don't want to do it at all?"

Mu Hansha clenched Yu Jian painfully: "The power of the Nine Shadows Holy Envoy is really not that great. Please believe me......" After a long hesitation, he gently spit out one word: "Dad." ”

Yu Jian interrupted impatiently: "Okay, okay, okay! I patted my chest in front of your cousin, you must not let me lose this person, understand?"

Mu Hansha wanted to speak several times, he wanted to talk about the primary election system in the Qing Palace, he wanted to explain his current situation, and he wanted to explain that he did not hesitate to ask for each other with his savings for many years, no matter what the final result was, he had really done his best. But when these words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again.

He knew very well that no matter how difficult he was, it was not what the person on the other side wanted to hear. All the father wants is a result of "successful work", so that he will still be his good son...... In the end, Mu Hansha still swallowed all the explanations and lowered his head deeply: "Yes...... I understand. ”

Yu Jian snorted in satisfaction on the other side, and without even a word of explanation, he directly cut off the interrogation.

Listening to the continuous busy sound on the other end, Mu Hansha smiled bitterly and whispered to himself, "I understand...... I understood......" By this time he had gone out of the temple and came to a majestic waterfall, where the water poured down from above, washing the rocks at the bottom of the cliff in a deafening deafening mist. The droplets of water splashed on all sides, dotted like tears.

"I understand...... Mu Hansha looked around at the beautiful mountains, even if he had the strength of the transformation gas level, in front of this vast nature, he still looked extremely small. His fate will never be in his own hands.

"I understand...... Mu Hansha staggered his steps, leaned over to pick up a pebble, caressing the smooth stone body, his eyes flickered away, and suddenly turned to resentment in the next moment, and threw the stone far away towards the waterfall.

"I don't understand!!"

"Why does everyone have to force me like this!Ah!......hhh Kindness is difficult to repay, righteousness is difficult to repay, ask the heavens, ask fate, ask cause and effect, and ask what you want in life. And his voice was quickly drowned out in the sound of the mighty water.

Soon after, in a small restaurant near the place.

Mu Hansha walked in slowly, with that perfect and bewitching smile on his face again, walked to the counter, and flashed the token directly towards the shopkeeper: "I am the Nine Shadows Holy Envoy." Bring me all the best and most expensive dishes in your shop. ”

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly squeezed out the most extreme flattering smile in his life, and nodded again and again: "Yes, Lord Holy Envoy, please sit here, the wine and food you want will come soon." He raised his voice and shouted to the backyard: "Come here, a few people, and serve the Holy Envoy well!"

Under his guidance, Mu Hansha strode towards the seat not far away, and all he received along the way was the timid and respectful gaze of the customers around him.

Mu Hansha's back was straight, and his chin was raised higher and higher, like a godless king who patrolled the people. The humblest self-pity and the proudest satisfaction tumble together and mingle into a mad pleasure.

***

Away from the bustling world, in a tranquil valley. The vines and flowers bloom in the grass on the fence, which at first glance seem harmless, but if an uninvited guest arrives, the scenery in front of you will immediately turn into murder, blocking the invasion of the outside world.

Walking deeper into the depths, there is a huge square, with a large altar of furnaces erected on all sides, and the shirtless men gather in front of the stove, holding hooks, hammers, and the prototype of the sword that is halfway through, pulling the bellows by the hearth from time to time, and the wind enters the furnace, and the flames in the hearth jump straight up. The sound of clanging banging echoed endlessly. Due to the high temperature of the flames, the small courtyard in late autumn is also a little hot.

A middle-aged man stood in the middle of the courtyard with his hands in his hands, looking at the hard-working clansmen with a pleased gaze. But there is always a faint shadow lingering in his eyes. The burning flame was reflected in his pupils, but it could not penetrate his heart.

This is the secluded Casting Shenfeng family, and each of them has a good ability to refine weapons with one hand, and they are also deeply proud of refining weapons. Originally, they were supposed to have a place on the spiritual continent and have the respect and attention of the world...... But now, they are huddled in this small valley and live a self-sufficient life. No matter how sharp the magic weapon is, no one appreciates it. This is perhaps the most cruel punishment for a refiner with a dream.

"Patriarch, this is sent by the Sword Kiln Sect. A servant came briskly, knelt beside him, and handed the letter in both hands.

The middle-aged man was the patriarch of the Casting Shenfeng Family, and when he heard the words "Sword Kiln Great Sect", his calm gaze suddenly set off monstrous waves, and he almost snatched the letter. After a few hurried glances, he suddenly threw the letter paper and looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Hahaha...... Retribution, retribution, tell them that I will never join forces with them. This is God's retribution!"

At this time, the surrounding big men also gradually stopped refining weapons and gathered around the patriarch. Someone picked up the letter paper on the ground and passed it to each other, whispering in a single piece.

A girl with pigtails, long hair on both sides that naturally fell down, and looked very well-behaved, persuaded loudly: "Patriarch Grandpa, since this is a life and death crisis, we have to be forgiving and forgiving, right?"

A big man next to him silently handed the hammer to her. As soon as she held the hammer, the girl suddenly seemed to be a different person, her eyes flashed with a tyrannical red light, one hand clenched her fist, and the other hand waved the hammer vigorously, shouting angrily: "You must not forgive them!

This girl is the most talented one among the young generation recently, named Tatsuruka. Usually gentle and clever, soft-spoken, even ants dare not step to death, but once she holds the hammer of the refining weapon, she will immediately change her temperament, and even go up the mountain to fight tigers. Therefore, the clansmen often laughed and said that she may have been born specifically for refining weapons.

For the descendants of the Casting Shenfeng family, most of them only knew that the patriarch hated the Sword Kiln Sect and had hated it for hundreds of years. As for the reason for this hatred, not only did the patriarch never mention it, but it was also a taboo among the clan. It is said that even the secret of the family's seclusion is related to the hatred of that hundred years ago. So from the time they were born, they were forced to hate a group of people who they knew nothing, and gradually, hatred became a habit.

Only those elders who had accompanied the patriarch from the beginning knew that originally, the patriarch and the sect master of the Sword Kiln Sect not only did not have a grudge, but they were still a pair of very good friends.

The two of them were young and vigorous, and they bonded because they also loved refining weapons. Since then, they have traveled the world together, looking for all kinds of rare materials, and also looking for ways to improve the level of refining. In this era when old friends often oppose interests, they are really a rare pair of confidants.

The two of them are young, and they both have good refining attainments, but because they have no family background to rely on, they have bumped and bumped along the way, and they have not yet been able to become great tools. Finally, one day, they waited for a chance to become famous in the world. That was the refining conference held by a first-class great sect to recruit chief refiners.

For the two of them, there is such a good opportunity, and it is natural that they should not be missed. And the fact is that they have lived up to expectations, since they signed up, they have been all the way to the promotion, defeating many famous refining masters. Soon came the final round, and it was also the juncture for the pair of good brothers to compete and "choose one of the two".

For a long time, although the two of them have been called brothers, the refining level of the Sword Kiln Sect Master is slightly inferior to that of the Casting Shenfeng Patriarch. And the Patriarch of the Casting Divine Edge also knew this, so before the start of the game, the two also had a long talk, swearing to each other that no matter what the result of the game was, they would always be brothers. And no matter which one of them soars from now on, they must continue to promote the other, and in the future, they will stand at the peak of the refining world together.

However, on the day of the official competition, the refining of the Casting Divine Blade Patriarch reached the most critical juncture, but he suddenly found that an important material he had prepared had been replaced! And the existence of this material was only known to the Sword Kiln Sect Master.

The Casting God Blade Patriarch was angry and painful, and he didn't want to believe it at first, but in his gaze, the Sword Kiln Sect Master swept away the previous nervousness, and calmly beat in front of another furnace. And the piece of material that he was missing is now sitting squarely on his desk! The facts are already obvious...... It was he who exchanged his materials for victory in order to win!

Due to the lack of this key material, although the Casting Divine Blade Patriarch tried his best to remedy it with his skillful skills, he still failed in the end. The Sword Kiln Sect Master rose to fame after that competition, and with the popularity and prestige accumulated during the competition, he rose step by step until he founded the Sword Kiln Sect and became the overlord of the party. As for the Casting Shenfeng Patriarch, he retired from then on, and had a grudge with the Sword Kiln Sect, vowing not to refine again.

For so many years, he had never thought of his brother in distress, and he had never even apologized, but now, at the critical moment of life and death of the Sword Kiln Sect, he thought of himself...... The Patriarch of the Casting God Blade clenched his fists fiercely, but unfortunately, he didn't want to be this unsung hero behind his back anymore......

Recalling the bitter past, the Casting Divine Blade Patriarch was surrounded by a layer of cold air, until this burst of anger like raging waves subsided slightly, and then he suddenly raised his gaze and firmly locked on the figure that had just followed the messenger and entered together.

"I remember telling you not to come back if you leave. The Patriarch of the Casting Blade had a calm voice, but it suppressed a kind of anger that was about to erupt.

The figure smiled awkwardly, looked at the clansmen staring around, and seemed to have come up with a pretext for a while, clenched his fist in his palm, and said loudly: "I...... I'm all upset for the patriarch! You obviously have such a superb refining level, but you can only live in seclusion here, and let those guys from the Sword Kiln Sect deceive the world and steal your name. I'm going out this time to make a name for our Shenfeng family!"

This person is the refiner who originally lived in the Dingtian Mountains and claimed to be "skillfully crafting the Heavenly Craft". For hundreds of years, there have been occasional children of several families walking in the outside world, all in the name of "casting Shenfeng", which means abandoning their own names and surnames and only existing for the family. And this person's original name was called Chen Gong.

Chen Ruo was the first to greet him and smiled at him in a friendly manner: "Actually, it's good that my uncle is back, and the patriarch and grandfather just don't want us to get involved in disputes in the outside world again......"

At some point, a hammer was shoved into her hand. And Chen Ruo's eyes also suddenly burst into fierce light, and he smashed down with a hammer, so frightened that Chen Gong, who was about to step forward, took a few big steps back one after another.

"It's so suspicious! It just appeared at such a time, could it be an undercover agent sent by the Sword Kiln Sect?"

(End of chapter)