It suddenly rained in the sky, and this kind of rain in autumn was the most disturbing, and it didn't necessarily clear up for ten days and a half. Zhao Bufan chose to set off on this day, because it was just in line with his mood.

The three people who came with them all knew each other at a glance, it was the woman in red, Wuxin, and Mo Wen, who had fought before.

Mo Wen's personality is quite similar to Zhao Bufan, and he has fought before, plus they are all men, so they naturally get closer.

According to the proposal of the woman in red, I went to Ye Zangguang first, and I had no objections.

If Zhao Bufan had changed to before, he might not necessarily agree with the woman in red's thoughts, but after a conversation with Honglian, he could somewhat recognize the current situation. If you want to do this, Ye Zangguang is the key. And he is the father and the most suitable person that Red Lotus can appoint. But I still don't understand what connection this has with the people of the world.

Because of the weather, the pedestrians on the streets are relatively sparse, and some of the shops on both sides also close early.

The four of them originally wanted to fly away from Shengcheng, but even if they were unintentional, they were a little powerless to find Ye Zangguang, although she knew very well that Ye Zangguang must be in the sea of clouds now. However, for this sea of clouds of no return, Wuxin has an indescribable sense of fear.

The conversation with Ye Zangguang at the beginning still echoed in my ears, but it was just a lie.

Wuxin has indeed been to the point of no return in the sea of clouds, but he has not even stepped on that stone tablet. It is appropriate to say that he is a cause and effect, but it is also appropriate, and the countless self on the other side of the stone tablet is a living portrayal.

Mo Wen remembered Ruozhu and the others more in his heart, but he couldn't give up halfway thanks to the entrustment of the red lotus, and his mood was extremely low under the shroud of the rain.

So, the plan to fly out came to an end, and he strolled down the long street, so that the four of them could not see the direction in front of them.

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding......"

A very rhythmic sound pierced through the sound of the rain, and the four of them stopped to watch, it turned out to be a blacksmith shop, and the others didn't care, but Mo Wen was firmly attracted by it. After a few steps to the door of the blacksmith's shop, he could no longer take his eyes off.

"This guest officer, do you want to fight weapons, or do you want to buy ...... I'm sorry, this knife has already been ordered, can you take a look at something else, or I'll give you a new one!"

"With such weather, why are you still doing business here? Mo Wen stroked the knife hanging on the wall, as if he was feeling something.

"You don't know it! This weather is just right for us blacksmiths. If it's hot, we'll be in a cage. Although it is more suitable for forging knives at that time, we still like to do some small tasks in this kind of weather. ”

"Oh, you're very researched in this area?"

"I'll tell you the truth, I haven't heard of anyone in this Shengcheng who can be more knowledgeable than my Wang Laoqi. As long as you can afford the price, you will be satisfied with the stuff that is typed. ”

"Okay, then let's see if I can fight this knife!" Mo Wen waved his hand, and the broken knife was directly unsheathed, falling on the iron furnace impartially, and the raging fire was instantly suppressed, leaving only a furnace of alternating light and dark charcoal fire......

"Good knife! Although it is mutilated, it can't hide that spurting ambition, good knife! I, Wang Laoqi, have read countless knives in my life, but I have never seen such an outstanding one. How do you want to fight objectively?"

Although the knifesmith named Wang Laoqi was talking to Mo Wen, his eyes never left the knife.

"This knife has no name, because it was broken when I could really control it, and today I just want to correct its name!"

Perhaps because it was difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart, Mo Wen's words turned out to be abnormally more, and they were very coherent.

Wang Laoqi didn't say anything more, he was carefully tasting the lines of this knife. After about half an hour, when Wang Laoqi raised his head again, Zhao Bufan, who had been standing under the eaves outside the door, had a fixed look in his eyes. I couldn't help but wonder why this person was only about forty years old, but now he has become like this......

I saw that Wang Laoqi's hair was densely covered with beads of sweat between his hair, but his face was extremely old. The new wrinkles seemed so out of place, as if someone was pinching his face.

"Guest, this knife has a sword soul, and if you want to justify its name, I think I can do it. As long as you follow the pattern of the knife and borrow your blood as a guide, the sword soul will complete the rest of the process. But ......"

"Just open your mouth if you want anything!" Hearing Wang Laoqi say this, Mo Wen no longer paid attention to the knife hanging on the wall, and suddenly turned around and asked.

"The price is negotiable, and when I see this knife, what I care about is no longer something that can be measured by money. I mean, the weather wasn't good for the process of casting this knife. You have also seen that one of my fires has disappeared under the suppression of your knife, and it is inherently insufficient, and it cannot be forced. ”

"When, then?" Mo asked, speaking faster than ever. The mood also swayed with the flickering light in the room.

"It's past the height of summer, and I'm afraid that the most suitable day will have to wait until next year! or ......even longer."

"I can't wait, but is there any other way?"

"This ......"

"Speak up!"

"It's not like there's no way, but it's too difficult to do it!"

"Let's hear it!"

"Okay then, but make it clear in advance, don't tell the outside world that I told you after you hear it, or I'll die!"

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!"

"This year coincides with a leap year, and when the earth's qi rises, it may be the king's breath of Shengcheng. Although this qi is colorless and formless, it is rumored that after its combustion, it can form a purple king's flame, which will definitely cast your peerless divine weapon when it comes out. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Guest officer, I, Wang Laoqi, don't think I'm a philistine, but what can I say about your knife, I can't guarantee it, even if you want a gold mountain, there is no premium here. After all, knives are good knives, and the degree of pickiness is not something that ordinary people like me can guess, and I hope you understand. As for whether to do it or not, it's up to you to decide. ”

Wang Laoqi said, moved back two steps, and stumbled a little between his steps.

Hearing Wang Laoqi say this, Mo Wen lowered his head and was silent, thinking about it and turning his gaze to Zhao Bufan outside the door. After a few steps, he whispered before and after: "Brother Fanfan, I don't know if there is such a thing?"

"The king's spirit does have such a thing, and it is calculated that it is around half a month. But whether there's anything he said or not, I don't know. ”

Mo Wen fell into thought again, and at this moment, Wuxin said on the side: "If you don't regret it, it will naturally not regret it, if you fail, you still have a chance to regret it, but it will never regret it." Don't be too selfish!"

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