The place where Mo Xizi was located was in a dilapidated alley in Tongjifang.

Along the way, the group encountered many piles of beggars and thieves, and two groups of people even fought each other with swords. After seeing the arrest of the Shendu Mansion, his face changed greatly and he fled in a hurry, thinking that these people were here to arrest them.

Cui Fatzi looked at Xiao Qianqin cautiously, after all, it was a dereliction of duty for such a thing to appear on his realm.

Fortunately, Xiao Qianqin's face was very calm, as if she had heard about what happened here. Of course, there are also a few ministers with eyes, and when they see a woman, they stare at it stunned. Cui Fatzi opened his mouth, and suddenly a group of wolf-like catchers rushed over and beat him violently.

There was a house at the very bottom of the alley, which was strangely empty and silent.

Tang Yun noticed that some of the splashes with tattoos on their bodies stopped following them after seeing everyone walk to this alley, and they seemed to be very afraid of this place.

"Mo Xizi doesn't like a lot of people, let's just go in with the three of us." Cui Fatzi reminded him to leave all the catches outside.

Before he entered the courtyard, he heard the sound of tinkling iron inside, and he could vaguely see a few wisps of black smoke floating up from the courtyard.

Cui Fatzi stepped forward and knocked on the door, the sound inside was very loud, and it took a long time for the door to open, and a burly man opened the door and looked at the three of them curiously.

Cui Fatzi said directly: "Yin Cui Houen, the official Shendu Mansion, ask to see Mr. Mo Xiezi." ”

"The master is busy, I don't see!"

Unexpectedly, the man answered very neatly, without taking the official position of Cui Fatzi in his eyes at all, and was about to close the door, Tang Yun suddenly resisted the door with one hand.

The man's eyes widened, he was obviously engaged in manual labor, and the tendons and flesh all over his body, because he had been baked by the stove for a long time, his skin had become as if it had been cast in bronze, and it was reflected.

The green tendons on the man's arm were exposed, obviously using strength, but the door did not move at all.

Tang Yun only used one hand, but the man slammed the door with both hands, and he couldn't shake Tang Yun's strength at all.

After a while, the man's head was full of beads of sweat, and his anger became much more messy.

"You are powerful, I am not your opponent, but Master is gone. Unless you knock me down, don't even think about seeing Master. The man said angrily.

Tang Yun took out the knife from his hand and said, "We can't recognize this knife, we need to let Mr. Mo Xiezi take his hands." ”

The man carefully held the knife over, looked at it carefully, and said, "I can't see this knife, maybe my master can see it, you can wait a while." ”

After saying that, the man ran away with the knife.

Xiao Qianqin hurriedly said: "He won't run away with a knife, right?" ”

Tang Yun shook his head: "There is only one way at present, I have also heard of the reputation of Mo Xiezi." If you force your way in, it will most likely backfire. ”

While the two were talking, the man ran over, the knife in his hand was gone, and he said, "Master has agreed to see someone." ”

Hearing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and Cui Fatzi was even more excited, and was about to go in, but was stopped by the man.

The man said, "Master has explained that only one person can go in." Unless you can come up with two more batches of the knife, you'll have to wait outside. ”

Tang Yun suddenly frowned: "In what you mean, this knife is not special, is it a mass-produced blade?" ”

The man shrugged: "I don't know about this, if you want to ask, just ask my master." ”

Tang Yun asked Xiao Qianqin and Cui Fatzi to wait outside, and he followed the man into the courtyard alone. Outside, the high walls towered, and the inside was not visible. As soon as I entered, I saw that the ground of the courtyard was full of iron and charcoal.

The walls of the house were already burned black, and several shirtless men were striking iron. They were so engrossed that an outsider walked in without causing the slightest sensation.

"Master is inside." The man pointed to a room in the deepest part and said to Tang Yun.

Opening the courtyard door, Tang Yun thought that the place where the master lived should be a quiet and quiet place, but he didn't expect to hear a piercing sound of bells before he entered the house.

It was even more chaotic than outside, and Tang Yun also noticed that there was a clearing filled with blades, and some of the swords were still glowing with cold light.

Sensing that Tang Yun was watching, the man explained: "Those are all discarded blades, Master's skills are very superb, and these waste products alone are already in demand. ”

Tang Yun saw that many swords were already covered with dust, so he asked, "Since they have been abandoned, why don't you remelt and reforge them, but stick them here?" ”

The man said, "This is one of Master's rules, and when these waste products are inserted into the whole open space, his technique will be enough to transcend the sainthood." ”

The man had already sent Tang Yun to the door, Tang Yun wanted to knock on the door, but he didn't expect the door to be closed at all, and the door opened with a light push.

The room was dark, but spacious, with high beams and columns supporting the roof.

While the fire was burning, an old man in a coarse cloth coat began to hammer a freshly baked knife into shape. Sparks flew, and the old man's eyes never blinked.

Tang Yun stood beside him and watched him cast quietly, a process that lasted for a long time.

Clang!

A long knife appeared in front of Tang Yun, and the old man clamped the long knife out with iron tongs, Tang Yun noticed that this knife was very similar to the knife he had taken.

Tang Yun knows how complicated the process of casting knives is, and if you want to copy a knife, you need to do a lot of work in advance.

Even if this Mo Evil Son was a master caster, Tang Yun didn't believe that he could make this knife with a single glance.

At that moment, Tang Yun asked: "Master Mo Xiezi, I am Tang Yun, the Demon Hunter, do you know the origin of your knife?" ”

Mo Xizi glanced at him, and suddenly looked Tang Yun up and down carefully.

"You're not him, but there's something imaginary about the aura on your body." Mo Xizi muttered in a hoarse voice.

After Mo Xizi finished speaking, he picked up a knife from the side of the corner, and the knife drew an arc in the air, which accurately landed on Tang Yun's hand.

Tang Yun held the knife in his hand in his hand, and suddenly noticed that there were six words engraved on the hilt.

These six words are very clear.

It reads "Qilin Wei Bing 3rd Battalion".

Mo Xizi said: "This is the saber held by the Qilin Wei of the Qing Dynasty, I have a total of two in my collection, and the one you just took was the one I threw away a few days ago." ”

"At that time, there was a man who sneaked into the courtyard, injured many of my disciples, and forcibly took away the knife. I've been looking around, but there's no clue. ”

"Although the old man is in this place and focuses on refining weapons, he still knows a lot of people in the rivers and lakes. Please tell me where you got this knife. ”