Once again, the royal city ushered in a bone-chilling winter, and the cold caused the royal city to be covered with many ice cubes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The howling cold wind swept up snowflakes all over the royal city.

"I didn't expect it to be snowing."

On this day, Lu Feng retreated for half a month again, impacted to the fourth level of the Tong Vein, and opened up the seventh martial vein and exited the customs.

"It's time to go back."

Lu Feng whispered, he hadn't seen Lu Xiaorou for a long time, and he must have missed himself.

Snowflakes the size of swan feathers fell on his body, and were immediately melted by a force.

Now he is already a fourfold martial artist, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, and he only needs to wear a thin white shirt to withstand the cold.

In the small courtyard, there was snow all over, and a wonderful figure in a white mink fur was sweeping the snow in the courtyard with his head down.

Lu Feng smiled slightly and stepped into the small courtyard: "Sister Xiaorou, I'm back." ”

Lu Xiaorou's body froze, her face showed joy, and she hurriedly looked up at Lu Feng: "Xiaofeng." ”

A retreat was two months, and Lu Feng's appearance made Lu Xiaorou overjoyed, and hurriedly put down the broom.

"Have you missed me during this time?" Lu Feng teased.

Lu Xiaorou lowered her head, embarrassed to answer, but her actions already showed that she missed Lu Feng immensely.

"The young master is back, I'll go and heat a pot of soju for you."

In the kitchen, Jiang Rui looked more and more watery, and when she saw Lu Feng, she showed joy.

At this time, Lu Feng saw that Lu Xiaorou's little hands were red from the cold, and he couldn't help but hold a pair of soft wattles in distress.

Xuan Qi surged, and the heat flowed into Lu Xiaorou's body.

The small courtyard is extremely warm, and Lu Xiaorou enjoys this warmth very much.

"My ancestor, you are finally out of the customs, and if you don't come back to Master Mo, then I can't explain."

Outside the courtyard, a middle-aged man with a beard on his face hurriedly stepped into the courtyard, looking happy.

Seeing someone coming, Lu Xiaorou's face turned red and she hurriedly pulled out her little hand.

"What's the matter?"

Lu Feng recognized this person as a disciple of Mo Lao's side, a second-grade inscription master.

"Master Venerable has already asked your subordinates to invite you to the Inscription Guild a month ago, and I haven't seen you until today."

Seeing Lu Feng, he was relieved, he was scolded by Mo Lao every day for a month, and his heart was extremely depressed.

"I know, I'll go to the Inscription Guild at noon, it's better to stay and drink a glass of soju."

Lu Feng already knew the reason why Mo Lao was looking for him, it was nothing more than asking him to assist in refining weapons.

It just so happened that he had nothing on his body except for dozens of dark stones, and he was just going to blackmail Mo Lao.

The middle-aged man thought about it, and it was not bad for this time, so he agreed.

Soon, Jiang Rui sent a pot of piping hot soju.

Half an hour later, the soju was drunk, and the two went to the Inscription Guild together.

The bamboo forest of the Inscription Guild was covered with snow, and a melodious piano sound suddenly came.

The sound of the piano is full of rhythm, melodious and quiet.

Lu Feng only felt that under this sound of the piano, he entered an ethereal magical feeling.

After a while, the piano finished playing.

"Ling'er, I'm playing the piano again."

Suddenly, Lu Feng's figure appeared behind Mo Ling, which surprised and delighted her.

Today's girl is particularly beautiful, wearing a purple coat, her face is flushed, and she is full of the unique charm of a young girl.

Seeing Lu Feng's sudden visit, the girl was particularly pleased: "Brother Feng, the Tianyin pulse you gave me last time, Ling'er has already opened up a month ago. ”

As he spoke, Mo Ling raised his head proudly.

It has been several months since he said goodbye to Lu Feng, and Mo Ling was naturally very happy when he said goodbye.

Lu Feng was slightly surprised, sure enough, Mo Ling had a unique talent in the sonic vein.

To know.

Opening up the Tianyin Pulse is not something that can be opened up by having a method, it requires a strong understanding.

There are very few people in the Tianyin Qin Mansion who can open up the Tianyin vein.

"Hmph, boy, you still know that the old man has been waiting for you for a month."

Mo Lao's face was angry, but when he thought of Lu Feng's attainments in the inscription, he couldn't attack.

So much so that this bearded and glaring look extremely funny.

"Okay, hurry up and refine the weapon, the juniors are still in a hurry to go back to cultivate." Lu Feng said with a smile.

Hearing this, Mo Lao eased up a little, and ordered Mo Ling to prepare wine and food, and wait for him and Lu Feng to drink after they left the customs.

What made Lu Feng slightly stunned was that Mo Lao was actually going to refine the most difficult tower type magic weapon.

The process of refining is extremely tense, and the slightest mistake will be lost, and no one dares to be careless.

Tower magic weapons are different from weapons, they are huge in body, and they have many inscriptions.

This is an extremely draining of the inscription master's mental power.

Very few inscription artists are willing to do such a thankless task, unless someone pays a lot of money to customize it.

This is also the reason why Mo Lao did not dare to make a move, without Lu Feng's unique insight on the inscription, he only had half the success rate.

Seven days later, after a loud bang, a majestic cloud exploded, announcing the success of this refining.

After refining the magic weapon, Mo Lao took out a hundred medium-grade Xuanshi and gave it to Lu Feng.

After all, Lu Feng gave him a lot of unique insights in this refining, and he had also faintly comprehended a trace of the true meaning of the four-grade inscription master.

However, looking at the way his eyebrows fluttered, he earned much more after refining this tower.

After leaving the refining room, Mo Ling had already prepared a table of food.

"This pagoda is not something that ordinary people will buy, I don't know which big man asked you to refine it."

Lu Feng asked.

Mo Lao smiled and said with a mysterious smile: "Actually, this is refined by several princes in the royal city, and one of them is the king of Zhennan. ”

Mo Lao looked at Lu Feng proudly, because the pagoda was successfully refined, his mood at the moment was also extremely happy.

The experience accumulated this time made Mo Lao want to try to refine a pagoda independently.

"Father!" Lu Feng's heart was awe-inspiring.

The pagoda is engraved with third-order defense inscriptions and attack inscriptions, like a war castle, even if a True Martial Realm powerhouse wants to destroy the pagoda, it will need to pay a great price.

As for the reason why Lu Zhan asked Mo Lao to refine the pagoda, Lu Feng also guessed something, it should be about Lin Baye.

After all, that day.

Lu Zhan's blatant rejection of Lin Baye's holy will had angered him, and his relationship with the royal family had become even worse.

This contradiction is difficult to alleviate, and the princes will naturally not sit still, and will definitely make preparations.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and said slowly: "Mo Lao, if the royal family invites you to refine this magic weapon, I still hope that you will refuse them." ”

"The old man only knows how to refine weapons, and several princes don't just need a pagoda, and they don't have that kung fu to care about the royal family."

Mo Lao took a sip of wine and glanced at Lu Feng deeply, he disdained to participate in those battles between dynasties.

Since Lu Feng said so, he naturally had to agree, because he had a hunch that Lu Feng's inscription achievements would definitely be higher than him in the future.

It is beneficial and harmless to be good with him.

"Let's eat, rest for a month, and the old man will refine a pagoda."

Mo Lao stretched out his hand and pointed to the food on the table.

"Old ghost Mo, don't you wait for an old friend for dinner, you and I haven't seen each other for a few years."

At this moment, a grim voice suddenly came out from outside the bamboo forest, and I saw two figures stepping into the air.

A grim old man in a black brocade robe with a hooked nose appeared in the room and swept away the old man coldly.

And beside him there was a young man, holding a folding fan, as rich as jade, with a sense of arrogance in his eyes.

"I don't welcome you two here, ghost hands, if you are interested, you'd better get out of here obediently, otherwise you'll ......."

Suddenly, Mo Lao got up, and a powerful force bloomed on itself, causing the harmony between heaven and earth, and the majestic Xuan Qi was like a giant hammer suddenly pressed down.

Lu Feng was taken aback, Mo Lao's strength was so strong.

True Martial Ninth Order, and the initial comprehension of a trace of potential power, also shows that there is a glimmer of hope to step into the Heavenly Martial Arts.