The impossible possibility in the entanglement of the Möbius ring is the embodiment of miracles.

Two points that cannot be seen in the long river of history, the interlacing of time and space coincide in Mobius, and before the eternal cage is opened, they are connected from beginning to end, and they are mysteries to each other.

......

Next to the fire at the top of Qingyun Peak, hearing the name given by Xia Feng, Xiao Li was stunned for a moment.

"Sad autumn and rain?"

"Well, how about it, that's a pretty good name."

"Where does sorrow come from?"

"I'm amnesiac now, isn't that sad enough?"

"What about Autumn?"

"Autumn is coming."

"Leave?"

"It's your name as the head of the house."

"What about the rain?"

"Why do you have so many questions, if you don't like it, you can take it yourself."

Xiao Li raised the corners of his mouth and showed a silly smile.

"Hehe, I'm just asking, it's good, I like this name very much."

......

Because he has no memory, Xia Feng's injuries have nowhere to go after healing, as for Xiao Li, this kid usually runs around, and when he is tired, he returns to Qingyun Mountain to rest for a few days, and then leaves.

After Xia Feng's assistance, this time Xiao Li finally made up his mind to create his own sect, and before he officially established a sect, he still had one last thing to complete.

"Ah Feng, who made those two swords of yours, they are so powerful, I can't even see the material."

For the sword and sword he carried, Xia Feng was also completely unaware.

"I don't know, it's on my body when I'm awake."

Xiao Li pondered for a long time, and finally said what he thought.

"It's decided, I'm going to find someone to create a sword of my own, and I'll use it as the heirloom sword of my Qingyunmen."

Xia Feng looked at the shabby furnishings in the thatched house, as well as Xiao Li's shabby cloth clothes, and immediately sent out a soul torture.

"Do you have any money?"

"Money?"

"yes, you'll definitely have to pay for someone to forge a sword."

Xiao Li stretched out his hand to Xia Feng without seeing it.

"I don't have any money, you borrow me."

"I don't have either."

"Don't be like this, Ah Feng, our brother's fateful friendship, don't be so stingy."

Xia Feng flipped his coat pocket out.

"I really don't, except for knives and swords, if you can get a penny out of me, I'll jump off this cliff right away."

"En......"

Xiao Li touched his chin and thought for a long time, and then slapped his thigh.

"Ah Feng, there it is!"

"What's up?"

"Tomorrow we will go down the mountain to find a pawnshop, anyway, your kung fu is so bad, it is better to give the sword to ........"

", don't even think about it."

As the saying goes, a penny is hard to beat a hero, and it is the first time that Xiao Li has grown so old because of money.

Of course, it is not so difficult to get money with his ability, but for this recluse who has just become an adult, he does not have a deep concept of money.

.....

The next day, Xia Feng and Xiao Li simply packed up and went down the mountain.

When it comes to money, you can slowly figure it out on the road, and the most important thing at the moment is to find someone who can forge a sword that suits your heart.

Xiao Li said that when he went to Dongyang City to participate in the martial arts conference before, he heard others mention that a sword-casting master surnamed Huang was very famous.

However, the main reason for its fame is not the craftsmanship, but the high cost performance.

To put it simply, this Master Huang's sword forging cannot be said to be the most powerful, but it is the cheapest in the same level, which is deeply favored by people in the martial arts of Yanguo.

Especially those "Jianghu people" who don't work hard, but have a good face, like it very much.

.....

In this way, Xia Feng and Xiao Li, an amnesiac and a stunned youth, embarked on a journey of sword forging.

Although the outfit is a little shabby, with the skills of the two of them, they will not starve and freeze.

Along the way, the two stopped and stopped, hunting for money, and eliminating harm for the people, and even helped the caravan escort darts and help catch thieves.

They have lived in the wilderness, slept in stables, and lived in inns, which can be said to have appreciated the customs and customs of various places, and the journey was fast.

After a long journey, they finally arrived in the town where the Huang family lived before winter came.

....

When Xia Feng and Xiao Li asked passers-by to find the Huang family's blacksmith shop, they did not see the legendary Master Huang.

In the workshop, the iron-burning stove was already cold, and in the empty courtyard, they only saw a young man with blank eyes.

Xia Feng touched his head and walked to the young man's side.

"Hey, little brother, you are from the Huang family, let me ask, is Master Huang who forged the sword at home?"

The boy's eyes were still empty, and his voice seemed to have no emotion.

"Not there."

"Huh? Is it a long trip? ”

"Dead."

Before Xia Feng could react, Xiao Li next to him was not calm for a moment, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"What? Master Huang is dead? Didn't Ah Feng and I run for nothing, hey, it's really unlucky. ”

Indeed, this news disappointed Xia Feng, who had traveled all the way here, but vaguely, he sensed that something seemed to be wrong in the eyes of the young man sitting in the courtyard.

"Little brother, let me ask, who are you who is the deceased Master Huang?"

Hearing this question, the fists under the young man's shirt gradually clenched, and his voice revealed a little unwillingness.

"It's my dad."

Seeing his reaction, Xia Feng guessed something.

"How did your dad die?"

"He's ...... He was killed. ”

Later, after detailed questioning, Xia Feng and Xiao Li learned the cause of Master Huang's death.

....

The young man in the courtyard is the eldest son of the Huang family, named Huang Yi, who is only 1 year younger than Xiao Li.

According to Huang Yi, although their family's sword-forging skills are well-known in the rivers and lakes, they are actually not profitable because of their low price, and until so many years have passed, the family still lives in this small courtyard.

A month ago, Huang Yi's father received an order for a batch of long knives needed by an emerging gang, the quantity was 100, for the Huang family, this was a big business, and after discussing the price, Master Huang agreed.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, another group of people came to the door and asked the Huang family to revoke the order for the long knife, which was obviously the hostile force of the gang.

Casting the sword is about reputation, material, process, finished product, every link must be consistent with the negotiation, including the most important delivery date.

Faced with this inexplicable request, Master Huang naturally refused verbally, and angrily condemned this vicious competition between gangs by playing small tricks.

However, this time, Master Huang, who has a good reputation all his life, really met the scum in the rivers and lakes.

Within a few days, Master Huang, who went out to purchase, encountered an accident.

.....

In such a remote town, the death of a person can't cause much trouble at all, and the catch is just a random investigation, and then it will be over.

As for who the murderer is, everyone knows it.

Afterwards, fearing that the other party would continue to retaliate, Huang Yi's mother fled back to his hometown with his young sister, while he insisted on staying here and chose to inherit his father's blacksmith shop.

Of course, Huang Yi's real idea is to avenge his father.

But the sad thing is that Huang Yi has followed his father to learn the craft of sword-casting since he was a child, and he doesn't know anything about martial arts, even if he knows who the murderer is, he is helpless before he is an adult.

.....

After listening to the simple and easy-to-understand process of this matter, Xia Feng was silent.

After a long time, he seemed to have made a decision in his heart, and said to Huang Yi, who was squatting in the center of the courtyard.

"Huang Yi, I ......."

Before he finished his words, he saw Xiao Li next to him snorting violently.

"I'm, at me! Those scum, they actually let me run away with Ah Fengbai, I will definitely not spare them, Huang Yi, where is the gang that killed your father, I will go and destroy them now! ”

After saying this, Xiao Li looked at Xia Feng indignantly.

"Ah Feng, what did you want to say just now?"

"It's nothing, you helped me out."