"It's fine, it's just a small injury. You have a very good punch, and you can see that you have put in a lot of effort. Mo Wunian said lightly to Wu Mu.

With that, he stretched out his hand to touch her head, just like pointing to a certain disciple in his previous life, but his hand stopped in the air and paused before retracting.

It's not that he thinks it's inappropriate, it's that he thinks she's bad-tempered, and if he does, she'll probably lose her temper again.

It's just that this action has been done, and everyone understands the intention of it. And under the public, he provoked a lot of people to point fingers.

Most of them were saying that Mo Wunian was not, saying that he intended to be bad to Wu Mu and that he was immoral.

"Hey, what do you want to do!" Wu Mu was also like an alert kitten, and subconsciously made a dodge action.

Previously, her face was still full of worry about Mo Wunian, but this would bring a little anger. She pretended to be like this on her face, but she was a little happy in her heart, and at the same time felt strange, she should have only been angry with him before.

But there are some things that once planted, they will subtly change a person's sake.

Lin Zuoqing looked at it over there, the breath on his body kept rising and falling, for a while it was like the sun in dog days, making people feel hot, and for a while it was like ice and snow in the cold winter wax moon, making people feel biting cold!

"Boy, let's stop here today! Come with me now to strike iron, and come back tomorrow to continue to fight with these immortal descendants!" Du Chenfeng didn't know when he had already gotten up, staggering and pulling Mo Wunian to leave here.

When the disciples of Baicao Peak heard that Du Chenfeng said that they were not successful, they lowered their heads one by one, looking ashamed.

Du Chenfeng pulled Mo Wunian up, turned into a streamer, and was about to go towards Baicao Peak.

"Hey, you can take this pill!"

"Mu girl, don't need it, I know that you feel sorry for him! ”

In the end, Wu Mu was still worried about Mo Wunian, and when she saw that Du Chenfeng wanted to take him away, she took out a bottle of healing medicine made from elixir to give him, but Du Chenfeng refused.

Bang!

After they left, a streamer in Lin Zuoqing's hand shot out of his hand, but it shattered a big stone in front of him.

His face is now gloomy and terrifying, his eyes are even more aggressive, and the people around him are even more evasive when they see him, for fear that he will be affected by this again!

"Humph!" he flicked his sleeves and left. Now he is in a mixed mood, and he just wants to find a quiet place to calm down.

It's just that the heart is chaotic, and the stillness of the external place is just to raise the soup to stop the boiling and drink the water to quench the thirst!

Mo Wunian tossed down like Du Chenfeng, but before he knew it, it was evening. It's just that tonight's moon refuses to come out, and after a while it is dimly revealed in a cloud, like a girl who has lived in the boudoir for a long time and refuses to show her full true face.

"Boy, let's eat it!" Du Chenfeng grabbed his hand in the air casually, as if he was doing a trick, grabbed a bowl of noodles in his hand and put it in front of Mo Wunian.

He hadn't eaten for an afternoon, and Mo Wunian was also a little hungry, so he slowly picked up the bowl and ate it. It's just that after the noodles were delivered to his mouth, he didn't want to move more chopsticks.

The taste of this noodle is so strange that the entrance is full of saltiness, and the noodles are not symmetrical when you look closely, as if the person who made this meal is a beginner, and only put too much salt to taste it.

According to Du Chenfeng, he went to his disciple's hall to get this bowl of noodles. Mo Wunian listened to it, and probably understood why Wu Mu was always heartless when he was keen to eat outside, but the food of this Hundred Herb Sect was really not good.

Although the noodles are not good, they can be full, and with an expression that has not changed for thousands of years, he slowly ate the noodles cleanly.

"How's the noodles?"

"Not very good. ”

"I haven't eaten it in hundreds of years, but I think it's also a bowl of salty noodles! I thought you would flatter me and say something about this delicious noodle!"

"There's no need. ”

Seeing Mo Wunian's calm face and finish eating the noodles, Du Chenfeng glanced at him with a little meaning.

Although he hadn't been with the young man in front of him for a long time, and he was a little disrespectful, he had never called him an "elder", but Du Chenfeng had already begun to like him a little.

He felt that this young man was eclectic, and he liked it very much if he didn't flatter him.

"Aren't you going to teach me how to be a blacksmith?"

"Boy, don't you ask what the reason for the decay is?"

"Ask what? Many things, you will know when you should know it!"

"Haha! Interesting boy! What a natural! Then let me tell you, I want to temper your body, as for why, you will know later!"

Mo Wunian went straight to the point, not wanting to beat around the bush too much, and Du Chenfeng looked at him with an approving look.

With a wave of his worn robe, he rekindled the extinguished stove beside the hut, and it soon became hot.

With a wave of his hand, an irregular piece of iron appeared on the stove, and he said, "This is Xuanzhong iron, and this alone weighs six hundred catties, a hundred catties heavier than the sword you make today! ”。

After that, he lifted the wine gourd on his waist and threw it to Mo Wunian, let him take a sip of spiritual wine, and then start after recovering from his injuries.

"I won't take the wine anymore! If you feel tired, take a sip to recover your strength!" After another sentence, Du Chenfeng walked into Mo Wunian.

The temperature of the furnace rose rapidly, and soon the piece of heavy iron was burned red, and the fire in the furnace was not an ordinary fire.

Clang!

Mo Wunian didn't hesitate too much, and after taking a sip of wine, he picked up his hammer and smashed it against the iron.

With this hammer, sparks splashed everywhere, dotting the sky with stars, reflecting everything around him red.

Forging iron, of course, also pays attention to certain skills, but it is not as good as him playing heavy swords with others during the day, after all, he still needs to make some real efforts.

This hammer is not heavy, and it is only a hundred catties, but after swinging it hundreds in a row, he is also a little tired. Looking at this piece of iron, it has not changed at all. But only a few hundred times, it took him an hour.

And if this continues, he needs to strike the iron more frequently, otherwise the iron will not change much in one night.

And one night passed, Rao was sleepless all night, and the corner of this piece of iron was only slightly sunken in.

"Take it and fight with people today. The sky was already slightly bright, Du Chenfeng walked out of the small hut, and after glancing at the piece of iron that had barely changed, he said to Mo Wunian with a strange expression.

Mo Wunian didn't ask too much, and mentioned that this piece of iron, which looked like a bulging pufferfish, followed him to the foot of Baicao Peak.

Compared with yesterday, there were many fewer disciples under Baicao Peak, but due to the deterrence of Du Chenfeng's words yesterday, some disciples who had not yet entered Baicao Peak could only fight against Mo Wunian with a hard head.

"Haha! What is that! I'll fight him first!"

Someone saw the "funny" piece of iron in Mo Wunian's hand, but he meant to underestimate the enemy.

But it's a pity that it ended up with the same result as yesterday, the same was beaten to the point of spitting blood, and the same was smashed into serious injuries!

So in the afternoon, before the sun set, a group of disciples limped out of here with blue noses and swollen faces, and behind them was a handsome young man in a moon-white robe, with a light face, as if he was a lonely master.

It's just that if he really holds a sword in his hand, this picture looks a bit lonely as a master. On the contrary, he holds a piece of iron like a "pufferfish" in his hand, which makes people feel strange no matter how you look at it.

"Hey, I've cooked, you can taste it, let you see my cooking skills!"

She also knew what her sect's food was like, and it was estimated that Mo Wunian might like it too much, so she thought about cooking for him.

It's just that she has touched these since she was a child, and "cooking" naturally does not exist, and she really doesn't dare to compliment people too much.

After Mo Wunian moved his chopsticks, he only felt that it was slightly better than the bowl of noodles he had eaten yesterday.

"How?" When she had finished her cooking, she asked eagerly as if she were a little girl who was about to be praised.

"Not very good. But it's the first time......" Mo Wunian said to her with a rare look of seriousness, and also thought about comforting her.

But before she finished speaking, she was like a fried kitten, her teeth and claws, and her angry appearance was cute.

Mo Wunian also ignored him consistently, and he and Du Chenfeng were going back to Baicao Peak. The girl was left alone and angry.

All this fell into someone's eyes, but he knocked over the vinegar jar again, and after snorting coldly, his eyes stared at Mo Wunian.

For the next half a month, Mo Wunian lived such a day every day, "fighting" with people during the day, and going back to strike iron at night. And that piece of iron was finally knocked out by him, although it looked rough, but it had the shape of a sword!

Wu Mu's every afternoon will also deliver meals to him on time. The rice is still not delicious. But he also felt that the girl was serious. It could be seen in her hands.

Those delicate hands are now full of wounds from kitchen knife cuts, which makes people feel distressed to watch.

"No need to send it anymore, what you made is delicious. It's enough to have this intention!" It was also the first time that Mo Wunian said something against his will, he really didn't want to see the girl hurt again.

He felt that the girl should devote more of her mind to cultivation.

But apparently, she misinterpreted what he meant, and still brought him food every day.

Can...... Mistakenly misinterpret it as love, who will understand the lovesickness at that time?