Li Yihan looked at the rich young woman concentrating on putting the red sword blank in the water, and suddenly thought that he also needed to make some special darts.

At this moment, Ruying walked forward, and she was quite interested in the young woman's quenching action. While everyone was curious, a rush of footsteps came over.

A majestic man, about twenty years old, dressed in a dark blue coat, with a red face, and a sharp gaze that could not hide the melancholy and depth hidden in it.

As soon as he came to the young woman's workshop, he cried out to the young woman:

"Sister-in-law Zhang, is my sword ready?" The young woman looked up, looked at the man, turned and took a sword from the shelf in the workshop and handed it to him.

The man took it in his hand, slowly drew the sword from the black quaint scabbard, and suddenly felt a cold air attack, the light was dazzling, it was really like a cold moon and frost.

His eyes shone brightly, and his face showed a look of joy, and he boasted again and again:

"Sure enough, good craftsmanship!" The young woman smiled and said to the man:

"I, name this sword Hanyue, you don't know that it took our mother and son a lot of time to fight this sword!" Blushing as he spoke.

Ruying couldn't help but boast at this time:

"Its light is like the moon, its cold is like frost, the cold moon sword, what a beautiful name!" At this time, the man turned his attention to Ruying, and looked at it blankly for a while, and the man suddenly asked:

"I seem to have seen you somewhere." Ruying also said in unison:

"I think you're a little familiar, aren't you the ,,,?" At this time, the man fell to his knees with a thud and said to Ruying:

"I'm the Zhang Xiang who begged for food behind my mother's back, thanks to your takeover." He couldn't stop kowtowing.

Ruying then remembered that two years ago, on a winter night, the cold wind was biting, and on the streets of Linzi, Qi State, a thin and thin teenager was begging on the street with his seriously ill mother on his back.

She felt compassion and took the mother and son to live in her peach orchard for some time, and asked Lang Zhong to heal her mother.

Ruying hurriedly helped Zhang Xiang up, Zhang Xiang told him what happened later, and he was quite surprised to reunite in a different place.

Ruying couldn't help but sigh:

"There are many troubled times, and people are like drifters."