"Don't worry, the wooden sword has no killing power. If you are embarrassed, please ask if it is okay to look at the snow suit. If he doesn't agree, forget it, as if I never mentioned it. Nalan Xin said.

Some things seem harmless, but they work differently depending on the person who uses them.

The maidservant also knew that the wooden sword was not lethal, but if Mo Tong used the "Ice Trick" to condense a layer of ice on the wooden sword, it would be properly lethal.

If the right envoy agrees to give Mo Tongmu the sword, then whatever happens in the future, the right envoy will be responsible, and it will be none of his business.

The maidservant thought about it, and it was the same thing.

"Miss Motong, I promised to help you ask the right envoy, but the right envoy may not necessarily agree to your request."

"It's okay, as long as you help me ask." Nalan Xin said.

"Very well, girl. I can only ask for you, I really can't help with the rest. You can ask the other girls yourself, and the right envoy lives in the small courtyard of Zhuohu. ”

Nalan Xin stretched out his right hand and shook it in front of the maidservant, and said badly: "I want to too, but I don't want to add a few more wounds to my hand." If my hands are useless, then you will really have to take care of me every day. Would you like to? ”

"Girl, you're thinking too much. I'll help you ask. The handmaid said.

Looking at the back of the maidservant leaving, Nalan Xin was thoughtful, she was sure that Feng Xueyi would definitely give her the wooden sword.

The maid repeated Mo Tong's words as they were.

After hearing this, Feng Xueyi did not reply immediately.

After a cup of tea, Feng Xueyi said: "I can agree to Mo Tong's request, but I will give this thing to her personally." For the rest, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"It's the right envoy, the little one understands." The maidservant said happily.

The maid didn't expect Feng Xueyi to agree so quickly, and Feng Xueyi personally handed over the wooden sword to Mo Tong.

If something happens in the future, it will naturally not be counted on the head of the servant.

When she thought of this, the servant girl smiled.

After Feng Xueyi knew Nalan Xin's thoughts, he changed into light clothes and walked out of the Burning Lake Courtyard.

The black-clothed envoy stationed outside the Burning Lake Courtyard looked dazed, he had never been out of the Burning Lake Courtyard since Feng Xueyi settled in the Burning Lake Courtyard.

If there is anything to do with his junior brother, the family will hand over the letter, and Feng Xueyi will write the words, and then the family will hand over the senior brother of Feng Xueyi on his behalf.

Could it be that Feng Xueyi wants to go back to his original residence to visit his junior brothers and sisters, or is there any urgency?

Because in the previous stage, Feng Xueyi's junior brother did send a letter, but after Feng Xueyi read it, there was no reply.

The black-clothed envoys didn't dare to ask rashly, and they still had palpitations about the temper of the wind and snow clothes.

Besides, the dark piles planted in the Zhuohu courtyard did not send out signal flares, which indicates that everything is business as usual in the Zhuohu courtyard.

Because of the black-clothed messengers outside the small courtyard of Burning Lake, their task is to watch Mo Tong, and the rest are trivial.

Out of the small courtyard of the Burning Lake, Feng Xueyi went straight to the direction of the cliff closest to Genting Country.

Because there was something for him to find.

Black sandalwood, one of the hardest woods known to the world, has a little toughness.

The cross-section of the trunk of black sandalwood is dark purple-brown or nearly black, with black stripes, the surface is smooth, the brown eyes are scarce, the texture is tight, and the oil is heavy.

In the folk, black sandalwood has the title of "the tree of the emperor".

There are several black sandalwood trees that grow not far from the edge of the cliff, and one of them is hundreds of years old.

Feng Xueyi walked up to the hundred-year-old black sandalwood, he looked at it fixedly, and he quickly pulled out the "cold light".

"Offended!"

In the blink of an eye, a branch of this hundred-year-old black sandalwood fell to the ground.

When the branches fell, the dust flew slightly, and the leaves rustled.

Feng Xueyi pulled out a sharp dagger from his arms, and he used the dagger to clean the last leaves of the ginseng on the branches.

Black sandalwood is notoriously hard, and after cleaning, the blade surface of the dagger leaves deep dent marks, and this dagger is considered useless.

After the wind and snow clothes brought the black sandalwood branches back to the small courtyard of the Burning Lake, he shut himself in his house and did not come out for three days and three nights.

The meals he used were all placed outside the house by the family and taken when the wind and snow clothes were free.

The maid and the family don't know what the hell is going on in Fengxueyi, anyway, the gods are mysterious.

On the sixth day, everything was done.

Feng Xueyi has a wooden knife in his hand, and the style of this wooden knife can be said to be exactly the same as his "cold light".

It's just that this wooden knife is smaller and shorter than the "Cold Light", so it can be said that it is a smaller version of the "Cold Light".

Feng Xueyi looked at the finished wooden knife and smiled.

In the past few days, in order to polish this wooden knife, Feng Xueyi has forgotten to sleep and eat.

Feng Xueyi looked haggard, with thick black circles, and his eye bones were a little sunken.

This is a common symptom of people who lack sleep.

In the past few days, in order to sharpen the wooden knife as soon as possible, Feng Xueyi only closes his eyes for about two hours a day.

The bun on his head was a little messy, his mouth was full of stubble, and the clothes on his body had not been changed for days, and they stinked slightly.

There are many tools scattered around the wind and snow clothes, some of which have been worn out and deformed, and some have even been damaged.

It can be seen how hard the black sandalwood is.

There are scars on the palms of Feng Xueyi's hands, some of them are still a little bloody, and some of them are already beginning to heal.

It can be seen that in order to create this wooden knife, Fengxue Yi took a lot of thought.

Feng Xueyi inserted the wooden knife into the scabbard and carefully placed it on the table.

He sniffed his sleeve, and there was a strong sour smell and sawdust mixed in, as if coming out of a marinade vat.

He really ought to wash himself well, or people who don't know will think that a beggar has come out of nowhere.

A few days passed, and the wooden sword promised by Fengxueyi never appeared.

Nalan Xin was also a little anxious about this.

She knew that Feng Xueyi was a person who did what she said, but a few days had passed, and the maid and the family had never seen Feng Xueyi go out of her room.

If it weren't for the movement in the house of the snow suit, and someone used the three meals a day outside the door every day, everyone would think that the snow suit died in the house.

Or should I go and ask for myself?

Just as Nalan Xin hesitated, the maidservant hurriedly came in and said, "Miss Motong, the right envoy's house has finally moved?" ”

"How?" Nalan Xin was also a little anxious and wanted to know the situation.

The maidservant said, "The door of the right envoy's room just now was finally opened, and he threw out a stinky garment. Do you know? How smelly is that garment? It stinks worse than dog poop, and even a dog will vomit when it smells it. ”

"Beware of the ears of the wall, and the trouble will come from the mouth." Nalan Xin tapped the maidservant's forehead with his fingertips and reminded him kindly.