On this day, Yang Yifei and Li Mochou had already left the scope of the six counties of Xiangyang, which could be regarded as officially stepping into the "Mongolian-occupied area", and they began to be depressed and ruined.

Wherever the Mongol army went, there would be massacres, first, this was the tradition of the Mongol army, and second, the Han people in the occupied areas were a hundred times more than the Mongols.

In the middle of the line, he suddenly saw a blacksmith shop on the side of the road, Yang Yifei was overjoyed, and was about to find a blacksmith shop, so he met it, so he drove the carriage outside the blacksmith shop and stopped the horse.

Li Mochou said in surprise: "Yang Lang, what are you doing here?" ”

As soon as Yang Yifei flipped his hand, the Xuantie heavy sword was held in his hand, and said, "Look." ”

Li Mochou said curiously: "Huh? What kind of sword is this? How is it all black? ”

Yang Yifei said with a smile: "This is the Xuantie Sword, the whole body is made of Xuantie, don't look at it is about the same size as an ordinary long sword, but the weight is ninety-nine eighty-one pounds, it is extremely hard, so that the general will be indestructible, I want to open this sword." ”

Li Mochou had never been out of the ancient tomb before, and her master would never tell her about this, this was the first time she had seen Xuantie, but she didn't care, no matter what Yang Yifei wanted to do, she would accompany her.

The two of them jumped out of the carriage and went to the blacksmith's shop, and when they entered the door, they found that the blacksmith's shop was very simple, with a large anvil in the middle of the entrance, and the ground was full of coal dust and broken iron, and the door of the stove was covered by a piece of iron, and in the furnace there were only a few dark red sparks, and a lot of coal was piled on it, and if the bellows were not pulled, the charcoal fire could neither burn nor be extinguished.

A few plowshares and a few sickles hung on the walls around him, and there was nothing else, and there was silence in the room, and there was no master blacksmith to be seen.

In addition to this operation room, there are also two side rooms on both sides of this blacksmith shop, and the master blacksmith must be resting in the side rooms.

Yang Yifei turned to face the door and shouted, "Is the blacksmith master at home?" There is business coming to the door. ”

After Yang Yifei shouted, after a while, a rhythmic "dong dong" sound came, as if something heavy was hitting the ground one by one.

Soon, the knocking sound reached the door, Yang Yifei and Li Mochou looked at the visitor, but saw that this was a middle-aged man who looked only in his forties, but his beard and hair were gray.

Perhaps it was because he had been bending over the iron for many years, his back was a little hunched, his eyes were red and thin from the smoke and fire, his left foot was crippled, and he had a cane under his shoulder socket.

Seeing such an image, Yang Yifei's heart moved, why does this look so familiar? Could it be ......

Li Mochou said to Yang Yifei: "Yang Lang, the so-called strength starts from the feet, this blacksmith master is lame, can he still beat the iron well?" Don't destroy your Darkiron Sword. ”

The corners of Yang Yifei's mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile, and said: "Don't underestimate anyone, the so-called no diamond diamond, no porcelain work, since this master dares to open a blacksmith shop, he must have a unique skill." ”

"Really?" Li Mochou looked the blacksmith up and down, with a suspicious look in his eyes.

The two did not avoid the blacksmith master when they spoke, and after listening to the words of the two, the blacksmith took a deep look at Yang Yifei, and then turned his gaze to the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand, and his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

Originally, he thought that the Xuantie Sword that Li Mochou was talking about was a long sword mixed with Xuantie, but he never expected that it was a whole sword made of Xuantie.

As a senior blacksmith, he naturally will not recognize the dark iron, the dark iron is extracted from the meteorite that fell from the sky, it is the world's treasure, it is also extremely difficult to get one or two taels, ordinary swords, guns, swords, halberds, as long as you add half a tael of money, all iron is a sharp weapon.

Where did this young man find all this iron? Moreover, if this sword is really a full-body black iron, wouldn't it weigh seventy or eighty pounds, how can it make it handy?

The blacksmith looked at the Xuantie Sword, then looked at Yang Yifei again, and said, "I don't know what the son commands?" ”

Yang Yifei took two steps forward, held the sword in both hands, handed it to the blacksmith, and said, "Master, please see, this sword has no edge and no point, and I want to ask the master to help me open the edge and cast the tip." ”

The blacksmith took the Xuantie sword with one hand, only sank slightly, and then held it steadily, Li Mochou finally saw the extraordinaryness of this blacksmith at this time.

Yang Yifei praised: "The master is so strong, I didn't ask the teacher Fu Gui's surname." ”

The blacksmith said: "Don't be expensive, the surname is Feng." ”

Yang Yifei was relieved, and sure enough, it was him, Feng Mofeng, the youngest disciple of Huang Yaoshi.

Back then, Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng stole the Nine Yin True Scripture and escaped, indirectly killing their master Feng Heng, and Huang Yaoshi was angry with the disciples left behind, breaking their thighs and expelling them from Peach Blossom Island.

Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng, and Wu Tianfeng all had their legs broken, but when they hit Feng Mofeng, they saw that he was young and his martial arts were low, and suddenly felt pity, so they only discounted his left leg.

Feng Mofeng was sad, but he came to Xianghan from afar, made a living by striking iron in this countryside, and was not at all silent with the people in the rivers and lakes, and lived in obscurity for more than 20 years.

It wasn't until ten years later that Yang Guo took Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, and Silly Gu to evade Li Mochou's pursuit, and wanted to use a pair of scissors to cut off Li Mochou's dust and come here, so that he could learn the information of the master again.

Feng Mofeng didn't know that his identity had been discovered by others, so he just looked at the Xuantie Sword by himself, and said: "If it is ordinary iron, it only takes an hour to burn red, and it can be made in half an hour." ”

"But it takes three hours for this dark iron to burn red, and it has to be done in one day and one night, and the son needs to use it urgently?"

Yang Yifei said with a smile: "Don't worry, the master will fight slowly, don't get tired." ”

Feng Mofeng said: "Okay, Gongzi can come here tomorrow to get the sword." ”

Yang Yifei said: "No need, we can just wait here, we still have a few strengths in the bottom, and we can also help the master pull the bellows." ”

Feng Mofeng seemed to have just remembered something, revealing a sudden look, and said: "Yes, the Xuantie is extremely precious, it is one or two halves, and it is difficult to find a thousand gold for people in the martial arts, this Xuantie Sword is seventy or eighty catties, which can be described as invaluable, but it is the villain Meng Lang." ”

Yang Yifei said with a straight face when he heard this: "I will never believe in the master's intentions, if it is an ordinary blacksmith, he may also see the intention of making money, but how can Huang Lao's evil sect be such a person?" However, there is really no good place to go, so I have to wait here. ”

Feng Mofeng was shocked, he could barely hold the Xuantie Sword, he looked at Yang Yifei in disbelief, and said, "What did Childe say?" ”

Yang Yifei sighed lightly, patted Feng Mofeng's shoulder, and said, "Your little junior sister Huang Rong, call me big brother, and Huang Laoxie can be regarded as a year-old friend, in front of me, you don't need to worry too much." ”

In the eyes of Huang Yaoshi, Yang Yifei is already an old monster who is more than 1,400 years old, isn't it just a friend who has forgotten his year?

"Huang Laoxie expelled his disciples from the island back then, Chen Mei and the others did their own crimes, that's fine, but Qu Luwu and Feng were innocently affected, especially your brother Feng, you are the youngest, and your background is very pitiful, Huang Laoxie thinks about it, and often thinks about it, and deeply regrets it."

"In order to treat your leg injury, he created a new internal strength method that cooperates with the whirlwind leaf sweeping legs, and meditates and practices qi according to the exercises every day.

"He has already gotten the news of the others, but you, Brother Feng, Huang Laoxie has been looking for more than 20 years, but there has been no news, I can't imagine that today, I saw you here, I believe he will be very happy if he learns!"

"Knock"

With a muffled sound, the Xuantie Sword fell to the ground, Feng Mofeng couldn't stop trembling, and tears rained down in an instant, and he couldn't stop muttering, "Master...... Master......"