Zhang Fengmian held the fragments of the forging hammer in both hands, and returned to the sect in despair, only to see the old sect master guarding the door of his house from afar.

Seeing Zhang Fengmian come back, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and rushed to Zhang Fengmian with an arrow step, looking nervous, and asked eagerly: "How about it, how much did you spend, did you buy the things you want to use, is there still a lot left?" ”

Seeing Zhang Fengmian's expression of loss, he didn't answer. The old sect master was even more anxious, and his hands directly grabbed Zhang Fengmian's shoulders and shook them wildly, as a result, the broken forging hammer in Zhang Fengmian's hand was shaken to the ground.

"What is this?"

The old sect master suddenly had a bad premonition, looking at the pile of fragments, bloodshot already appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Fengmian raised his head, sighed helplessly, and told the old sect master a lot about what he had encountered along the way.

At the beginning, when he heard that Liu Mang took Zhang Fengmian to the gold cave in Qianshengqian, the old sect master almost jumped up in a hurry, but when he learned that all the expenses were paid by Liu Mang out of his own pocket, the smile on the old sect master's face gradually became richer.

He patted Zhang Fengmian on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, money...... As long as you can come back safely, as for this forged thing, just buy it again. However......" The old sect master saw that Zhang Fengmian's gaze fell on him, so he suddenly put away his smiling face and said seriously: "This time you have to rely on yourself, you also know that the sect is not in a good situation now, and it really can't come up with so much money......"

After complaining to Zhang Fengmian, he grabbed the money bag tied to Zhang Fengmian's waist, and ran away without saying a word, for fear that if he stayed for another second, the money bag would be snatched by Zhang Fengmian again.

After the old sect master left, Zhang Fengmian returned to the house, lay on the bed, stared at the beams of the room, and began to recall this inexplicable journey.

From the time he met the man in black that night, all the way to the present, he seems to have been in a very passive state, whether it is Li Nian being captured, being rejected for medicine, falling off the cliff and being targeted by the Yuxiao Sect, or the pursuit and killing of the cold man before, he is too passive.

Now, the cold man has set his sights on him, and Lin Hua, who also came to Moon Bay, will naturally continue to find trouble for himself. This time it was his luck, Doucai had Liu Mang's help, and the mysterious forging hammer that he had just bought saved his life.

But in the future, do you have to hope for this illusory luck every time you encounter trouble? It's also too passive, he doesn't like the feeling, he doesn't like it very much.

Luck is unreliable, only absolute strength is your only reliance.

Zhang Fengmian pulled out the broken sword, looking at his own eyes reflected in the bright sword body, which was as bright as a mirror, and the gaze became more and more resolute.

"Strength, cultivation, refining the body...... Kendo...... I have a sword, but only a sword......"

He sat up sharply, and found that his heart was much clearer than before.

"Let's go, practice!"

Zhang Fengmian strode out of the house, turned around and came to the courtyard, sat down cross-legged without saying a word, and then sharpened his body with the majestic sword qi of the life brought by Chaos.

Lao Huang looked at Zhang Fengmian, who was still depressed one moment and returned to normal in the next second, and was puzzled for a while, but then jumped up.

Seeing him recover his fighting spirit, Lao Huang was naturally very happy, so he turned around and ran to the dense forest in the back mountain to continue to search for various elixirs for Zhang Fengmian.

And Chaos, on the other hand, stayed by Zhang Fengmian's side and protected the Dharma for him.

So in the next period of time, Zhang Fengmian either controlled the sword qi in the courtyard to sharpen his body, or ran all over the mountain gate with a boulder to exercise. Even though there are less than a hundred people left in the sect, living and scattering each other, they all know this desperate Saburo without exception.

Some senior brothers praised him for his hard work in cultivation, while others felt that he was just pretending. After all, the sect is about to close down and dissolve, so what's the use of working so hard? Do you still want to fight for the position of the young sect master?

No matter what is good or bad, Zhang Fengmian is noncommittal, why he works so hard, it doesn't matter if others are clear, he just knows it himself.

Regarding the silver sword embryo, Zhang Fengmian did not forget it. After all, he wants to be a sword cultivator, how can he do without a sword. So while he was cultivating, he was trying to find a way to find a tool that could forge a sword.

If he was short of money, he entrusted Liu Mang to sell all the spiritual herbs that Lao Huang didn't know where to collect.

Whether Liu Mang's cultivation talent is good or not, Zhang Fengmian is not very clear. But he was sure that Liu Mang must be a genius in business.

Every time he went out with the elixir, when he came back, he must have several bags of purple jade round square hole money full of almost overflowing around his waist. Even those very common elixirs can still be sold for sky-high prices in his hands.

However, Moon Bay is still a craftsman desert in the end, there are almost no blacksmiths here, and there are even fewer forging tools, even if Zhang Fengmian almost ran out of money and searched everywhere, but in the end he still found nothing.

In desperation, Zhang Fengmian had no choice but to temporarily shelve the sword-forging plan and instead focus all his energy on cultivation.

After this period of almost lifeless cultivation, Zhang Fengmian's second realm of refining body has almost reached the late stage, and he is only one chance away from entering the peak of the second realm, and even breaking through to the third realm and reaching the stage of refining muscles.

On this day, Zhang Fengmian was cultivating on the almost vertical stone wall outside the mountain gate as usual, and when he came back, he saw an old beggar in tattered clothes lying in the weeds in front of the sect gate.

Zhang Fengmian originally thought that the old man's life was dying, so he hurriedly ran over and turned him over. It turned out that they were just lying there napping.

Seeing that someone disturbed his good dreams, the old man was a little displeased. He grabbed Zhang Fengmian's arm and said indignantly: "Boy, disturb my good dreams, tell me, how to compensate me?" ”

The corners of Zhang Fengmian's mouth twitched, looking at this dirty old beggar, he looked pitiful, it turned out that he was also a difficult person.

"The younger generation thought that something had happened to the old gentleman, and he was in a hurry, so he made this move, and he never wanted to disturb the gentleman's dream, I'm really sorry."

Zhang Fengmian moved the old man's fingers away one by one, and was about to leave. But I didn't expect this old man to look dry and thin, and the strength in his hand was not small at all, Zhang Fengmian was a monk in the second realm of refining the body, and it was a little difficult to move his hand away.

"You want to go?" The old beggar blew his beard and glared, and said: "Do you kid know that a moment of spring dream is worth a thousand gold, old man, I finally dreamed of a critical moment, and I almost kicked the door, but it was ruined by your kid." If you don't have a thousand pieces of purple jade money today, you don't want to leave! ”

Thousands of purple jade coins?!

Zhang Fengmian's heart shook like a thunderbolt, and his brain went blank for a moment. After relieving himself, he glanced at the old man and said, "What good things have you dreamed of, which can be so valuable?" ”