Lu Yizhong picked up Xia Xiyun, and touched the stone where Xia Xiyun was originally sitting with his other hand, "Well, yes, it's a good whetstone." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "bent down to pick up the stone with one hand, and supported Xia Xiyun with the other.

After a while, they returned to the carriage.

"We walked slowly, but we tried to stay on the road. Lu Yizhong took out the sickle, "Yun'er, you come to drive the carriage." ”

"Well, well, anyway, my feet just hurt, my hands don't hurt, I'll catch the carriage. Xia Xiyun pulled the reins, gently scolded "drive", and the carriage started slowly.

Lu Yizhong sharpened the sickle "Huohuo", sometimes poured water on the whetstone, and began to continue sharpening the sickle.

I heard Xia Xiyun say, "Since the sickle is very hard, when will it be sharpened?"

Lu Yizhong sharpened the sickle and said in his mouth: "The sword is sharpened, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the same is true of the sickle." ”

In this way, Xia Xiyun drove the carriage, and Lu Yizhong sharpened the sickle behind Xia Xiyun. Stop and rest at night and rush during the day. There are also occasional pedestrians passing by on the road, all of whom cast strange glances. After ten days and ten nights, I asked passers-by for directions, and it was only a day's journey from Fengming Town. During this time, no one was found on the road who had been killed by the mourning needle.

Lu Yizhong shook his arm, only to feel that his arm was numb, "Oh, my God, although this sickle is extremely hard, it still has an effect after ten days of grinding." ”

Xia Xiyun turned his head and looked at the "poof" sound, "The whetstone is about to be sharpened, and the sickle has not yet sharpened its sharp blade." ”

Lu Yizhong looked down at the sickle, touching its inside with his hand, the blade was about a millimeter thick, "It's going to be fast, get another whetstone, I promise to sharpen the blade." "We will see as we walk, and if there is a whetstone, I will continue to sharpen it." ”

"I'd love to know, what are you doing with such good materials? Xia Xiyun asked.

Lu Yizhong stuck the sickle in his waist, "At first, the master in the blacksmith shop said that he didn't build weapons, only farm tools, but then I thought that in fact, the sickle can also be used as a weapon, such as cutting oolong wire, which is better than a short sword." Just like the same sharp sword and sickle, the effect of mowing the grass, the scythe is superior. ”

"It's called each having his own uses, each having his own strengths. Xia Xiyun said.

Lu Yizhong paused, "The sword is a weapon, taking people's lives. The scythe is only used to cut grass and also to defend against enemies. ”

"The moves are so good that you can use anything as a weapon, and you are a real master if you don't use a weapon to resist the enemy. Xia Xiyun said slowly.

Lu Yizhong said: "What if we are trapped by oolong silk like last time." You will be so hungry that you will panic, and finally you will be exhausted and captured. ”

Xia Xiyun said: "The last time I was trapped in the oolong silk, no matter how high my martial arts were, it was useless. This is the power of the formation, even if the martial arts are mediocre and the formation is arranged, it can trap the peerless master. ”

"In this way, the power of the formation is not trivial, and sometimes you have to use weapons to break the formation. After all, people are flesh and blood. Lu Yizhong said, "If you have this sickle last time, you don't have to be at the mercy of Qi Bai and them, and you can also seal your own acupoints." Even Senior Meng had no way at that time. ”

I heard Xia Xiyun say: "Back then, the four major sects joined forces to exterminate the Netherworld Sect, but it is conceivable that the martial arts of the Netherworld Sect Leader at the beginning were really unfathomable. ”

"That's right, that Lin Feng's martial arts are not bad, and it can be deduced that the martial arts of the original Netherworld Sect Leader should be very remarkable. Lu Yizhong fell into deep thought, his face solemn. After a while, he said: "Perhaps, the Netherworld Sect's mourning needle has reappeared in the rivers and lakes this time and done something that hurts heaven and reason, and it is really out for revenge." Looking at the actions of the Netherworld Sect, it is an evil sect, and it is really intolerable. ”

Xia Xiyun said: "There is a reason for everything, as the so-called human beings at the beginning, their nature is good, and it is impossible for the people of the Netherworld Sect to use the mourning needle to inexplicably harm people." ”

Lu Yizhong pondered, paused, and said: "It makes sense, hey, I just don't know what the reason is?" and slowly continued: "In addition to the head of Lin, the heads of the three sects of Bai Jiangtian, Zhang Yi, and Zuo Qingshuang were only in their twenties twenty years ago, and they did not have the ability to serve as the heads. In this way, if the other three leaders were still alive, their martial arts would not be much worse than that of Lin Zhang. ”

Xia Xiyun said: "Actually, I also think it's strange that the coachman led us to Fengming Town. What's more, someone gave Qin Sanba a funeral needle, asking you to have no way to live. Let the martial arts people suspect that you are the remnant of the Netherworld Sect, which one is this singing?"

After listening to Xia Xiyun's words, Lu Yizhong felt even more confused: "Why, your master knows my mother's surname Lu? He muttered, "Since they all suspect that I am a remnant of the Nether Sect, they shouldn't use the mourning needle to wronged me, they should help me, it's not reasonable." While thinking, his eyes glanced around, and suddenly said, "Yun'er, stop the carriage." ”

"Oh, got it. ”

When the carriage stopped, Lu Yizhong jumped up, picked up a stone, and then jumped into the carriage, "This whetstone is better and bigger than the previous one." As he spoke, he drew the sickle from his waist and sharpened it with a "hoho".

Xia Xiyun drove the carriage and got on the road slowly.

Another day passed, and it was only a few hours away from Fengming Town.

Lu Yizhong was still sharpening his sickle, and after coming over for a while, he suddenly said, "Finally sharpened the blade." "Pick up the scythe and look inside it.

Xia Xiyun turned his head to look at it and stretched out his hand, "I'll see, what's going on." ”

Lu Yizhong moved his body and sat down next to Xia Xiyun, "Yun'er, you have been driving the carriage for so many days, let me come." Take the reins and hand the sickle to Xia Xiyun.

After Xia Xiyun took the scythe, he looked at it carefully, "Although this blade has been sharpened, even this blade is still a little blunt." Anyway, my feet are almost fine, so I'll help you finish the final work. ”

"Well, now you will sharpen the knife, and I will drive the carriage. Lu Yizhong drove the carriage forward slowly, and heard the sound of "Huo Huo" sharpening knives behind him.

After a few more hours, I saw the city wall in the distance, and it was already within the range of Fengming Town.

Suddenly, I heard Xia Xiyun say, "It's finally done." ”

Lu Yizhong turned his head, ready to touch the blade with his hand.

Xia Xiyun took the sickle and touched it, "Be careful to cut your hands." ”

Lu Yizhong took the sickle and looked at it, "Yes, it should be very sharp." "Insert the scythe into the belt around your waist. The carriage continued onwards and made a detour.

Suddenly, I heard Xia Xiyun say, "There's a carriage." ”

Lu Yizhong drove the carriage closer and closer, and he carefully looked at the carriage not far away, which was exactly the same as the carriage described by the old man who was killed by the mourning needle.