"Feng'er, concentrate and calm down, hold your heart and keep one, and carefully observe my technique of striking iron. Don't you want me to teach you how to strike iron? Your mind is not here, how can I teach you. Mu Ze looked at Mu Feng, who was absent-minded, and his face looked a little gloomy.

"Dad..."Mu Feng snorted, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Feng'er, are you still thinking about practicing martial arts, don't you want to learn to strike iron with me?" Mu Ze questioned.

"No, Dad, I..." Mu Feng almost blurted out about him and the strange old man, but he finally didn't say it.

"Then you see, I'll teach you how to strike iron again. Mu Ze skillfully picked up a piece of red-hot iron in the furnace with fire tongs and placed it on the iron felt.

"The sledgehammer is smashed, the small hammer is struck, and it can be refined into steel. Mu Ze held the hammer in both hands, and his old face was radiant, as if he had changed a person.

Mu Ze took turns wielding large and small hammers with both hands, sledgehammers smashing ping-pong, and small hammers clanging. He staged an iron-striking feast in front of Mu Feng's eyes. The iron blocks were extended and transformed under Mu Ze's double hammer, turning all iron into pure gold.

However, Mu Feng's mind at the moment was not at all on learning to strike iron, and at this moment, he was outside the realm of things, racking his brains to think of the best of both worlds. Not only can he complete the things that the strange old man explained, but also save his family and the villagers of Sunset Village from destruction.

Such a problem, not to mention handing over to a child of the age of a dancing spoon, is to the old people in the village, and they can't think of a good solution for a while. Moreover, in the face of absolute power, all seemingly ingenious schemes will eventually pale in the face of power.

Blame the old man for letting him kill Mu Ze or Rong Xue? Such a thing to exterminate Yi Lun, he couldn't do it, he couldn't think about it.

The old man blamed the old man for making him a great magical monk, and he would rather not have it. Because whether or not he can become a monk who can reach the heavens and the earth is insignificant compared to the lives of his parents and parents.

The strange old man thought that the qi training method he gave me would impress me, a mountain boy who had never seen the world, and let him call it, or maybe he was dying and wanted to watch us kill each other for fun.

In any case, that strange old man's cultivation is indeed very powerful, and it is the only one I have ever seen in my life. Sunset Village is afraid that no one is his opponent at all.

What should I do? Do you want to go to Uncle Chi? No, Uncle Chi may not be able to beat that strange old man, and he can't cause him to lose his life in vain. As for Lord Totem, although I haven't seen it shoot, but can Lord Totem beat the strange old man...

Thinking about it, Mu Feng subconsciously touched into his arms, which was the stone engraved with the Qi Cultivation Method given by the strange old man.

"Feng'er, let's learn this today. Mu Ze put away the double hammer and looked at Mu Feng. A look of doubt flashed in his eyes again.

"Feng'er, take out the things in your arms and show me. Mu Ze's eyes flashed, as if he had figured out where the joint of the problem was.

Mu Feng finally came back to his senses, looking at Mu Ze's scorching eyes, he didn't know what to do.

Mu Ze stepped forward and grabbed Mu Feng's arms, and when he grabbed it, there was a "pop" sound. A black stone fell to the ground.

Mu Ze picked up the stone, squinted his eyes, looked and looked, there was a faint light in his eyes, and then sighed helplessly:

"Feng'er, it's not that my father won't let you practice martial arts, I just want you and your mother to be safe by my side. Is martial arts really that important to you?"

Suddenly, Mu Ze raised his hand and threw the stone into the iron-burning furnace. He watched as the stones slowly burst open and crack in the hot furnace, then slammed the lid shut.

"Feng'er, let's learn to strike iron with my father in the future, don't learn the rest, I naturally have my own reason. Mu Ze sighed lightly and looked at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng froze in place, a little distressed about the damage of the Qi Cultivation Method, and more thinking about how to explain the second thing he ordered to the strange old man tomorrow.

"Mu Feng, this kid has grown up, and the blood flowing in his bones is the same as that of the young master. This is an innate fighting bloodline, and even if the road ahead is full of bones, you have to fight for the faith in your heart. Even though they are invincible in a hundred battles and die in a hundred battles, they are bloodstained on the battlefield, and the more they fight, the more courageous they become, they live for the station and die for the station. Mu Ze lay on the bed and muttered.

"Brother Mu Ze, did you talk to Feng'er?" asked Rong Xue.

"Say, there's nothing to say. As long as you two are safe. ”

"But..."

"Sleep, Rong Xue. I don't know how much of such a stable life is left for us. ”

The setting moon is high, and the sound of insects drowns out the quiet village. Two magpies flew up to the branches, and they stood side by side, snuggling up to each other, sleeping with their necks crossed.

Mu Feng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, sleepless all night.

The light of the morning sun pierced through the layers of fog and awakened the ancient village.

Mu Feng greeted the morning glow, he was unkempt and disheveled. He knew that the good and the bad were coming, but he had to face it himself. He picked up the somewhat worn basket, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out of the village.

"Old uncle. Mu Feng stood at the foot of the cliff, he had not slept all night, his eyes were scarlet, and he called softly to the cliff at this moment.

"Did you bring what I wanted?" Qu Chaofeng sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave and suddenly opened his eyes.

"I brought it, old uncle. Mu Feng said.

"Oh?" Qu Chaofeng said in surprise. The light in his eyes flashed, he got up and took a step, and in one step, he was already in front of Mu Feng.

"Where? Why didn't I see it?" Qu Chaofeng glanced at the basket on Mu Feng's back. And the back basket was covered with a black cloth, so I couldn't see what was inside.

Qu Chaofeng sneered, and secretly said that this little doll really did not resist the temptation of becoming a supernatural monk, and actually killed his relatives.

His sleeve robe was caressed, and a gust of wind passed, and the black cloth slowly floated out. However, there was nothing in the basket except a steaming bowl of food.

"Good boy, you can't tease the old man. Qu Chaofeng frowned and said softly.

"Old uncle, why don't you eat first, eat while it's hot. ”

"I've already cleared the grain, what is the use of this Rausch meal. Little doll, your little flattering calculations are useless to me. ”

"Don't be angry, uncle, I did bring what you wanted. It's far away, it's close at hand. What do you think of this head on my neck? Mu Feng stiffened his neck and said.

"That's not what I'm looking for. I want the head of your dearest and dearest. Qu Chao said, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

"Old uncle, you are asking for the life of my dearest and beloved. Am I not my dearest and dearest, or do you think someone will love others more than themselves?" Mu Feng said hurriedly.

"Wonderful, wonderful! You little doll is kind of interesting. Qu Chaofeng stroked his beard with his right hand and praised.

"Since the old uncle agrees, then you can take it. Just please spare my father and the villagers of Sunset Village. Mu Feng closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Okay, that's great! This second thing is considered to be passing, but if you have the intention of cheating, this benefit will naturally be gone. Come to me tomorrow, I'll tell you one last thing, and you'll go. ”

"Old uncle..."

Mu Feng looked left and right, looking around, but there was still the shadow of Qu Chaofeng. His legs went limp, he fell to the ground, and the back of his palms were all wet with cold sweat - this second thing finally passed.

He cut down a green wood, and with a feeling of trepidation, he went down the mountain.

"Feng'er, you had a distraction yesterday, but today you have to be optimistic. Don't think that striking iron is easy, you have to carefully observe my striking technique. I'll strike a piece of iron first, and you feel it with your heart. Mu Ze said.

Mu Ze lifted the double hammer, he held the sledgehammer and the small hammer in each hand, and after the sledgehammer fell and struck three times, the small hammer struck three times in succession. The sledgehammer and the small hammer changed and flew in Mu Ze's left and right hands, and there seemed to be a clear meaning forming in the dance.

"Bell, bell!"

After the last three hammers were completed, Mu Zezhang exhaled a turbid gas and withdrew the small hammer. A piece of cold iron shone brightly on the iron felt.

"Do you understand?" Mu Ze looked at the fine iron on the iron felt, revealing a satisfied expression.

Mu Feng's heart was shaken, this was the first time he had carefully observed Mu Ze striking iron. He felt that Mu Ze didn't feel like he was striking iron, but like he was practicing a martial art that had been tempered for thousands of years.

This kind of martial art is not as wide open and invincible as Chi Danian. It's not like a strange old man who comes at his fingertips, wearing gold cracked stones. It is like an old pine, sending and receiving freely between the abyss and the mountains. If you don't move, you will be destroyed by a storm, and if you move, you will be invincible!

"I use a sledgehammer, and you help me with a sledgehammer. Mu Ze said. He looked at Mu Feng's expression in his eyes, and he knew that Mu Feng felt his iron striking technique, and he was very satisfied.

"Bell, bell, bell...", the small courtyard sounded the rhythmic sound of falling hammers, which is a primitive melody composed by sledgehammers and small hammers striking on the iron stone.

Mu Feng's father and son, who had been busy for a day, put down the hammer in their hands.

Today, Mu Ze's old face is always full of satisfied arcs. Mu Feng is diligent and studious, and he is already proficient in using a small hammer to forge some small blades such as bows and arrows, daggers, and scimitars.

"Rest, eat. I'm going to wear you two out today. Rong Xue stood aside, watching the estrangement between father and son disappear, and her heart was full of happiness.

"Rong Xue, give me soup and a pot of wine, I want to drink two sips. Mu Feng, let's take a shower and eat again. Mu Ze's hearty laughter floated in the courtyard.

"Dad, mother. I'm full. I'm going to clean up the ashes, and I'll burn the iron tomorrow. Mu Feng put down the dishes and chopsticks, turned around and walked towards the furnace.

"Feng'er is amazing, it's only been a day and I'm about to have your demeanor, Mu Ze blacksmith, you have accepted a good apprentice. Rong Xue quipped.

"That's, don't look at whose child Feng'er is. Mu Ze picked up the wine cup, took a sip of wine, and looked at Mu Feng with satisfaction.

"Feng'er is fourteen years old... Look at your beauty, in two years, I will find a partner for Feng'er in the village, and I think Yaya is good. Then we'll have fun. Rong Xue smiled, and there was a trace of loss in her eyes, which flashed.

"Yes, Feng'er is not small. Mu Ze sighed.

The afterglow of dusk once again fills Sunset Village.

The sunset is like a wanderer who goes out and returns, it goes out, and when it returns in the evening, it sprinkles the sunset village with its last light, like a homecoming wanderer whispering to his mother.

In the distant barren forest and mountains, an eye the size of a lantern, shining in the dusk, looked at the sunset village in the distance. At this time, the leopard head totem at the entrance of the village seemed to feel something, and it suddenly opened its eyes. The two eyes met in the air, and disappeared in a flash.