"Master Feng, do you remember this sword?" Yue Ziran reversed the hilt of the sword and handed it to Feng Mofeng.

Feng Mofeng took it, his fingers pressed an arc on the sword body, then let go, and leaned over with his ears to listen to the sound of the sword body coming out. After waiting like this three or four times, Feng Mofeng finally confirmed: "Yes, this sword was built by me, but it seems to be some years old, does the guest officer want me to repair it?"

Yue Ziran shook his head and continued to ask, "Master Feng, do you remember who this sword was made for?"

Feng Mofeng took a closer look, shook his head at the end, and said: "This is strange, although the sword made by the old man over the years is not much, but it is also a lot, if you want to remember who it was made for, it is a little difficult to say the name, but the appearance is remembered, but the old man of the son is the first time to see it." As he spoke, he groped slightly with his hand on the sword, and when he touched the palm prints on the hilt, Feng Mofeng glanced up at Yue Ziran, and asked with some disbelief: "Is this the son's sword?"

"Not bad. Yue Ziran nodded.

Feng Mofeng was greatly surprised in his heart, he was able to carve and grind the hilt of the sword and form a smooth and bright situation, the sword master's swordsmanship must be extraordinary. Because some people have high swordsmanship, they can't use the sword as an arm to exercise it freely, and after a long time, either the sword body will be damaged, or the hilt will be sharpened into an uneven shape, and it will not be very easy to use.

And the real swordsmen, they have a very wonderful feeling about their swords, as if they are connected by flesh and blood, not only their swordsmanship is not ordinary, but they also know how to protect their swords, and they will not change their swords.

Thinking of this, his fingers touched a line of small characters on the hilt of the sword, which may be about to be worn out, but if you touch it carefully, you can still feel that it is stored in zài, which are three words: little beggar.

"Are you a little beggar?" Feng Mofeng understood, and the scene of that winter more than ten years ago suddenly appeared in his mind: a little beggar knelt in front of the blacksmith shop and told himself to build a three-foot Qingfeng for him. At that time, it was the stubborn heart of the little beggar that moved him, so that he could not bear to refuse his request, and made a good sword for free, and engraved three words: Little beggar.

Feng Mofeng still remembered that the little beggar who carried the three-foot Qingfeng on his back was as tall as a sword, and the tip of the sword would even be knocked down the steps, that kind of scene looked funny, and even the fourth child, the owner of the teahouse next door, would occasionally mention it as a joke many years later. His black, slightly swollen left hand was tightly stretched behind him and grabbed it, fearing that the saber would fall, and he was hunched up, with sores on his feet, walking high and low in the flying snowflakes, meticulous with every step.

When he thought of this scene, he inexplicably thought that the little beggar would not be a thing in the pool in the future.

But he definitely didn't expect that he would grow so fast.

Yue Ziran suddenly laughed, nodded and said, "Yes, I am a little beggar." ”

Feng Mofeng nodded, and finally said with a wry smile: "Time flies so fast. ”

Yue Ziran was noncommittal, and just asked, "Master Feng, do you still remember the promise I made when I left the blacksmith?"

Feng Mofeng nodded with a wry smile and said, "Remember, how can you not remember." You said that you want to let the old man return to the school. He sighed, "But this is not easy to say, the old man didn't expect you, and the reason why he built this sword for you was just to see your sincerity." As he spoke, he handed the sword to Yue Ziran.

Yue Ziran took it and said, "Disciple of Peach Blossom Island, Feng Mofeng ......"

Feng Mofeng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he asked, "Do you know the identity of the old man?"

Yue Ziran said: "Yes, the little beggar's original promise was not groundless. My detour to Xiangyang this time is entirely for that promise, although it cannot be fulfilled immediately this time, but I also want you to know that at least the little beggar was not a man of his word. ”

As he spoke, he pulled Huang Rong in front of him and asked, "Master Feng, who do you think she looks like?"

Huang Rong glanced at Yue Ziran, obviously very dissatisfied with him using his identity to repay favors, but he still said with a straight face: "The peach blossom shadow falls and flies the divine sword, and the blue sea tide is born according to the jade flute! My surname is Huang, Senior Brother Feng, have you guessed who I am?"

"Are you?" Feng Mofeng's body trembled slightly, his originally crippled left foot was actually used by him as a support foot at this time, if it weren't for Yue Ziran's quick eyes, he would have fallen to the ground.

"The Snap Finger Peak, Qingyin Cave, Green Bamboo Forest, and Sword Trial Pavilion of Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, Senior Brother Feng, do you still have any doubts?" the little girl said proudly.

These places are all the old places where Feng Mofeng traveled when he was studying art, and at this time, he sounded like a world away, and asked in a trembling voice: "The yellow ...... of Peach Blossom Island Master Huang, is ...... Be...... Who are you?

"My father is your master. Huang Rong said with a little left foot, jumped up, turned two circles in mid-air, waved his palm in the air, and hit Feng Mofeng on the head, which was one of the moves in the "Luoying Divine Sword Palm", "Jiangcheng Flying Flower", and shouted: "This trick was taught to you by my father, haven't you forgotten it?"

"You are a little junior sister. Feng Mofeng finally believed it, a little at a loss, and asked hesitantly, "Master, is his old man okay?"

"Well, I haven't been killed by some people. Yue Ziran interjected on the side.

Huang Rong was about to speak, her tone froze, she glared at Yue Ziran angrily, and said, "My father is still on the island, but my father is most willing to listen to me, and I will intercede for you in the future, and my father will definitely take you back to the master's sect." ”

Feng Mofeng listened to the little junior sister willing to plead with her father for her, and was in high spirits, a little excited, glanced around, and saw that it was not a place to entertain people, so he pointed to the only tavern in the town not far away, and said: "Let's go, the old man invites the little junior sister and the little ......" said halfway, as if he felt that the little beggar's name was indecent, so he paused.

"Master Feng called me Ziran. ”

"Okay, okay, the old man invited the little junior sister and Ziran to have a drink. ”

Huang Rong hurriedly stopped and said, "There's no need to drink, senior brother, your room is spacious enough, let's catch up here, I'll cook a few good dishes for everyone by the way." ”

Feng Mofeng naturally didn't allow it, but at Huang Rong's insistence, she still stayed at home, and the wine that she avoided was naturally not drinkable.

The group chatted quite speculatively, and after chatting for some hours after lunch, Yue Ziran offered to leave. At this time, the snowflakes outside also fell in a row, silently, making this place rare and peaceful.

Putting on the felt hats, Yue Ziran and the four of them rode on horses and walked towards the Xiangyang Inn in the snow. The sky was already a little dark at this time, but the wind was not very strong, so Yue Ziran rode with Huang Rong, whispering in the back, Bai Rang and Lao Sun talked about some old things in front, and the four of them did not go very fast.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound sounded, echoing in the wilderness, and slowly moved in the direction of Yue Ziran and the others.

"What's going on?" Bai Rang glanced at Lao Sun.

"Could it be that there is any war here?" Lao Sun was a little uncalm, and pulled out his sword and asked Bai Rang.

Bai Rang shook his head, signaling that he didn't know.

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