"Yipintang?" Yue Ziran muttered softly as he turned around and asked about the origin of those white-clothed people, "You are from Western Xia?"

"Yes. Lao Sun said respectfully, raised his head and glanced at Bai Rang on the side, and knelt down in front of Yue Ziran with a flattering smile: "Master, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”

Yue Ziran stepped back, looked at him in surprise, and asked, "What's the matter?" aren't you from the Xixia Yipintang?"

Lao Sun shook his head indifferently and said, "I was paid by my father to go in, and I wanted to learn some martial arts, but who knew that there was no master in it, and they were all pickled." I might as well follow Master and you to learn more swordsmanship. ”

Yue Ziran waved his hand suddenly, frowned and said, "I don't have the habit of accepting apprentices casually. With that, he turned around and pulled Huang Rong upstairs to finish eating.

Huang Rong didn't forget to turn around and make a grimace and make fun of him.

Bai Rang also shrugged his shoulders, made an expression of impotence, and went upstairs with the master. Lao Sun was not discouraged, stood up with a hippie smile, stepped forward a few steps to hook up with Bai Rang, and followed.

Early the next morning.

The snow has stopped for a while, but the sky is still dark and snow can fall at any time.

Yue Ziran got up early and had breakfast, and said to Huang Rong: "Today we will go to the small town in front, there is an old man there, I made a promise to him, and now it is time to fulfill it."

"What promise?" asked Huang Rong.

Yue Ziran didn't say much, just took out the sword he always carried with him, and the pattern on the hilt had been worn out by his palm. All that remains is a smooth palm-like mark.

"He made this sword for me with his own hands, and I was a beggar at the time, so I naturally didn't have any money, so I gave him a promise that I would definitely want him to return to the school in the future. Now I have abducted his daughter without the consent of the owner of Huangdao, and his old man has no time to see me peeling and cramping, so this promise can only be done by someone. ”

Huang Rong raised her head proudly, pretending to be arrogant, and said, "I can't take charge of this matter for my father." Suddenly, he thought of something again, and asked Yue Ziran with wide eyes: "Hey, how did you meet my senior brother?"

Yue Ziran naturally couldn't take that unbelievable reason seriously, but just said "um", and after pretending to think about it, he smiled: "Maybe it's because God knows that I have a fate with a certain little girl on Peach Blossom Island." ”

"Huh" Huang Rong pursed her lips disdainfully, but still followed Yue Ziran out of the inn as she said.

"Master. Lao Sun, who disappeared after eating last night, stood in front of Yue Ziran again, and after ignoring Bai Rang's disdainful eyes, he led the two horses to Yue Ziran.

One of them is Yue Ziran's favorite horse with a lot of humanity, after seeing Yue Zi and then "poofing" a few times at the back of the old grandson's head, it paced in front of Yue Ziran, and kissed Yue Ziran's body affectionately, and became intimate with him.

"Look," Huang Rong looked up, "the horses know you're not a good person. ”

Lao Sun's face was really thick enough, he handed over the other horse, and said with a flattering smile: "Master, this white horse is a good horse for a thousand miles, which was carefully selected and bought by my father from the land rich in famous horses in the Western Regions. ”

Yue Ziran helped Huang Rong onto the horse, rode with her, turned back to Lao Sun and smiled: "You better put away this horse." I still like good horses that can drink. After that, in Huang Rong's "giggle" laughter, he took the first step.

"What kind of good horse is a horse that can drink?" Lao Sun blinked suspiciously, and said to Bai Rang, "Master's hobby is really different. ”

Bai Rang was helpless, and said with a wry smile: "Since I met you, every time I meet, the thickness of your skin is challenging my cognitive limits. ”

"Hey, hey. Lao Sun was not ashamed, and arched his hand and said: "Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment, but you should have shown this advantage earlier, brother." ”

Bai Rang couldn't stand it anymore, so he also got on the horse, and finally begged Lao Sun: "Don't tell others that you are my friend in the future, okay?"

"Why?"

"I can't afford to lose this man. ”

“......”

The location of the Xiangyang Inn is on the mountainside, and the location of the town is on the plain under the mountain, adjacent to the Han River, at the border between Dajin and the Great Song Dynasty. But the people here are also soldiers, and they deeply understand that the outcome of the war is someone else's, and life is their own reason, so it is almost impossible to let them go to the battlefield to fight positional warfare. However, they are definitely good at fighting guerrilla tactics and other tactics.

The town is not big, with only one main street running through it. The snow on the streets has not been cleared, and the houses on both sides are mostly dilapidated. There are taverns and tea shops, but the wine flags are dilapidated, and there is a danger of being blown away at any time in the north wind, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and when they see Yue Ziran, these strangers, they will look carefully, but they will never nod and talk, and there is a deep estrangement with strangers.

Swords are common, and the blacksmith business is naturally very prosperous. Therefore, when Yue Ziran and the others just turned into the street where the blacksmith shop was located, they heard a "clanging" sound of hitting ironware.

The iron shop is very simple, in the middle of the entrance is a large anvil, full of coal dust and broken iron, there are a few plowshares hanging on the wall, a few sickles, and a middle-aged blacksmith is by the stove in the door, holding a hammer to beat a piece of red-hot iron, looking at its shape, it should be a sickle.

Huang Rong looked at the middle-aged man and thought, "Is this person one of the several apprentices that my father expelled from Peach Blossom Island?"

"Is the master at home?" Yue Ziran shouted loudly, but saw the middle-aged man put down the hammer and asked, "Are you looking for Master Feng?"

"Not bad. Yue Ziran nodded.

Huang Rong immediately understood: "Yes, this big man has sharp legs and feet, so he is naturally not a senior brother." The master's surname is Feng, and it must be Feng Mofeng!"

The middle-aged man put down the hammer in his hand and shouted at the blacksmith's inner room: "Master Feng, there is a son looking for you." ”

After a while, a middle-aged man came out of the side room, with a mixture of black and white, about forty years old, thinking that he had bent over to strike iron for many years, his back was hunched, his eyes were red and thin from smoke and fire, his eyes were full of eye droppings, his left foot was crippled, and he was holding a cane under his shoulder socket, he looked at Yue Ziran and a few people, his eyes stayed on Huang Rong's face slightly, a look of thought flashed in his eyes, and then asked: "What do you want from the guest officer?"

Huang Rong thought in her heart at this time that Feng Mofeng was the youngest and the most qualified of her father's six disciples, at most less than thirty-five years old, but she didn't know why Feng Mofeng in front of her was so old.

Yue Ziran pulled out the sword in his hand, the sword body was as cold as spring water, the blade was a little damaged, and the sword body was a little pitted, but the chill that came out of it was definitely not comparable to the sword in the hands of Bai Rang and others.

Feng Mofeng knew that this chill was not held by the sword body material, but its killing intent after a hundred battles.

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