Seeing that the meal had passed, and it was already the agreed time in the afternoon, Feihuo tidied up his clothes, but hesitated for a while. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He didn't really want to go, especially when he faced Qingling alone, but he still had to go.

When he went out, for some reason, he received Qin Huan's sword to his waist, as if there was something that required him to carry this weapon.

As expected by Spitfire, in front of the Guixin Hall, only Qingling was waiting for him, and even Gao Liancheng did not come.

"That's right, Gao Liancheng, this guy can only have a ghost if he can come, shouldn't he be secretly planning something!"

"Brother Spitfire!"

Qingling was the same as in the morning, chattering like a little sparrow, and when she saw Spitfire coming, she quickly ran forward and looked at Spitfire with a happy face.

"Miss Qingling!" Feihuo didn't know what to call for a while, but shouted a little crampedly, obviously having experienced too many events, and couldn't look at the little girl in front of him as a "little girl".

"Why is Brother Feihuo so polite all of a sudden?" Qingling was a little unhappy, and her mumbling mouth became pitiful again, "Didn't you call your sister Qingwen, why do you call me Miss Qingling?"

"Eh, this..."Feihuo didn't know where Qingling heard this, and he was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"I'm not like my sister anymore, you can call me Ling girl!" Qingling's face trembled, and then said: "Sister said that she was a little uncomfortable, so she didn't come in the afternoon, and Brother Yuanzhi couldn't say that she couldn't come!"

"So that's the case?" Feihuo thought for a moment, then asked, "Did you quarrel with your sister?"

Qingling shook her head, looking innocent, and then said in a low voice: "No, my sister and I have been fine, and I don't know what's wrong with my sister!"

"It's okay, don't take it to heart!" Feihuo couldn't see the slightest falsehood from that Qingling's expression, but he always felt that Qingwen's words had nothing to do with the little girl in front of him.

"I think I was a little frightened by the incident in the morning, but it should be fine!" said Spitfire.

"Oh!" Qingling returned to normalcy and nodded, "Then let's go to the workshop!"

"Eh!" Qingling noticed the saber in Feihuo's waist, was stunned for a moment, and then said in disbelief: "You, aren't you Senior Brother Qin's saber?"

"Yes, this was given to me by Brother Qin before he died, saying that it might be useful to me!" Feihuo told the truth, there was really nothing to hide.

Qingling looked at the sword in Feihuo's waist, as if she wanted to say something, but she wanted to say something and stopped, Feihuo waited for a few moments, and the girl still didn't say anything.

"What, you have something to say!" Feihuo asked suspiciously, but Qingling shook his head, "You'll know when you go to the workshop!"

Spitfire was full of doubts, but it still didn't break it, it seemed that coming out with the Thunderbolt Sword might really be some kind of providence, and something would happen faintly.

Walking to the avenue of the disciple's area, there were several signs on the side of the road, pointing to the location of the three workshops of "Mechanism, Hidden Weapon, and Poison", but Qingling did not go inside.

"Ling girl, aren't we going to the workshop, don't we have to go in?" Feihuo frowned, not understanding what Qingling was going to do.

Qingling turned around and sneered, blinked her eyes, and moved towards the Spitfire move, "Just follow me!"

Feihuo didn't know what he meant, so he had to follow behind Qingling.

Like a little butterfly, the girl carried the fire through several alleys, past the disciple's dormitory, and finally to a blacksmith's workshop located deep in the dormitory.

Inside the workshop, the sound of building weapons was crackling, and there was a voice, heavy and regular, apparently a master of sword refining using a hammer.

"This is a workshop for building disciple iron soldiers, because the disciples of the Tang Sect are generally mainly hidden weapons, so they are not counted in the workshops on other islands, but the weapons built by the masters inside are all first-class!" Qingling introduced, then walked in and shouted, "Ou Bo!"

"Ling girl!" In the blacksmith's workshop, there was a somewhat old, but very calm voice, and the voice was full of some kind of power, "Why, what wind blew you here today?"

Out of the workshop came an old man with a bear's waist, half of his sleeves bare, and his bronzed skin was full of steel.

The old man was bareheaded, still a little shiny in the sun, and he held a huge hammer in his hand, which seemed to weigh dozens of pounds, but the old man picked up the hammer with one hand, effortlessly.

"This is a guest from Beszari, named Spitfire!" Qingling introduced to Ober, but the craftsman named Ober glanced at Spitfire and his eyes fell on the sword on Spitfire's waist.

"Young man, is it Qin Huan's thunderbolt sword on your waist?" Ou Bo asked cautiously when he saw something familiar.

"Yes!" Before Spitfire could reply, Ober stepped forward and looked at Spitfire himself. Spitfire instinctively took two steps back, and Na Ou Bo raised his hand with a smile and said: "Don't be surprised, this thunderbolt sword was originally built by me, last time Qin Huan said that he lost his blade in the battle of Baling, but he never came to repair the sword, but I didn't expect it to be transferred to your hands!"

"This..."Feihuo bowed his hand, then bowed down and said: "I'm ashamed, Brother Qin only said that he left me with the sword, but he didn't mention the matter of repairing the sword, I saw that there was some damage on it, but I didn't pay much attention to it!"

Ober nodded, and then said, "Spitfire Boy, but you're good at fencing?"

Feihuo paused for a moment, and then said respectfully: "Not good, I was originally good at short soldiers, and I am not half proficient in this long sword!"

"That's right!" Opel looked a little disappointed, after all, the sword keeper must want his work to be used to the fullest, rather than hanging it around his waist as a decoration.

"However, since this weapon is in my hands, the junior will naturally learn swordsmanship carefully, and it will definitely play a role!" Feihuo saw Ou Bo's disappointed look, and hurriedly said firmly: "The hard work of the seniors, of course I will not let it go to waste, but also for Brother Qin's heart!"

"Okay, good, good!" Ou Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to Qingling, who had not interjected, "Ling girl, do you know that I brought this kid here because I was worried about the Thunderbolt Sword?"

"Ou Bo has been chanting, that Qin Huan is a dead boy, and he gave away the weapon when he died, and he doesn't know what happened!" Qingling said happily: "No, I not only brought the sword, but also brought the master." What, dissatisfied with the new owner of the Thunderbolt Sword?"