Chapter 32: The Sea of Red Flowers

Mao Heng was actually worried when he came here, and he was the only one in the town who knew how strange Master Feng's forging technique was. When his heart was like ashes, it was Master Feng who asked him to come here to cast a divine soldier, and he was not afraid of life and death at that time, because he fell into a double-edged mountain axe, but he still couldn't defeat Xiao Cai with only two axes.

Lin Feng lost a lot of blood, and it would take half a day to be in such a coma. Wrap the wound in powder, and let it lie aside until it wakes up. Turning back to the desk, he looked at the scabbard that had just been cast.

The scabbard is three feet long and two inches wide, and the shape of the scabbard is strange, making it very fragile up close. Mao Heng was slightly disappointed, but after a while, the dragon-shaped pattern on the scabbard aroused curiosity.

Of course, it's not just the dragon form, it should be that both the dragon form and the nightingale are depicted, but both are reduced by a few points. However, both of them roared upwards with their heads raised, and they happened to be on both sides of the sheath, which was very beautiful. The tail of the dragon loops to form a circle, at the end of the scabbard, that is, the place where the sword mark, the nightingale falls on the dragon's body and looks up to the sky, and its wings surround the dragon's upper body, only here you can't see the inside of the scabbard, and the rest of the place is hollow.

"Hehe, are you still satisfied with this thing?" Master Feng stood aside as if he was mocking.

Mao Heng looked at Lin Feng, who was already unconscious next to him, threw a pair of giant axes on the ground, flew forward, and struck Master Feng in the chest with a straight fist. The latter did not dodge or dodge, standing in place as if he had no reaction, and when Mao Heng approached, he suddenly slapped his palm to block his fist.

"I haven't seen you for more than three years, and you have a lot of vicissitudes, but this ability has not fallen. The scabbard is good, you and I are clear, and there will be no more to do with it from now on. From now on, you will be Master Feng in Lujia Town, and you will have no connection with the Demon Sect, and no one will know about this matter."

Master Feng sat on a wooden chair next to him and laughed at himself, "Hehe, my identity has nothing to do with me." It's that the old man can only use the magic technique three times in his life, and he has lost it twice because of you, can he compensate for it with good wine?"

"Hehe, old thing, is it possible that your ability to pass through the sky is really brought into the coffin? I don't think you will be willing to do it, even if it is to leave a treasure in this world."

"Zhen Chuan, I just hope that no one will think of the old man from now on, this blood casting technique should not have appeared, and it would be good to disappear as soon as possible." Hey, it seems that there was a demonic qi seeping into you when you came yesterday, I wonder if you encountered strange things on the road?"

Mao Heng sighed silently, "I won't tell you, when I came yesterday, a woman in the back was a demon, not a human." It's just that this person intends to protect him, and he is helpless. It's just a precaution."

"Yesterday, it's the girl who walked at the end, no wonder she behaved so strangely, and walked softly. When I first saw it, I thought it was the breath supporting the body and moving, but it turned out to be so. Oh, be careful."

"By the way, are the people of Bailian Mountain Villa looking for you?"

Master Feng's face changed slightly, "What do you want to do about it, I betrayed the villa back then, and I was found to be a dead end."

Master Feng's real name is Feng San, first a disciple of the Hundred Refining Villa, and then defected from the villa because of his acquaintance with a demon sect woman, and then the two lived in seclusion in the desert to build a blade for the Bloodthirsty Palace. For more than ten years, he had two daughters and a son. After being found by Xiao Cai, his family was ruined, Feng San learned the forbidden art of blood casting in a hurry, fled from the outside world, and wanted to take revenge on Xiao Cai after coming here, but Mao Heng, who was harmed, was also poisoned.

When Mao Heng wanted to die in pain, he was brought back here by Feng San, opened his heart to him, and forged a double-edged axe for him, but he was already old and unable to travel long distances, so he pinned his hopes on him. After that, Mao Heng never came back as soon as he left, but he didn't expect to see him again after three autumns.

"Hehe, it's just a curiosity, don't think about it. Anyway, this scabbard looks a little fragile," Mao Heng turned back and stopped talking about the sect. At first, he hated Feng San Mao Heng very much, but his heart has changed a lot in the past three years.

Feng San looked contemptuous when he heard this, and took a few steps forward to pick up the scabbard, "This scabbard says that it is a scabbard, but it is not, it should be called the Howling God Stick." As for the fragility you said, the old man wouldn't think like this" The words fell, Feng San raised his sword scabbard and slammed it into the blade of Mao Heng's axe.

"Bang!" After a muffled sound, the double-edged axe was suddenly smashed under the ground, and the double-edged axe suddenly disappeared, but there was no scar on the scabbard, leaving only Mao Heng with a surprised face.

Then Feng San put down the scabbard and said to Mao Heng on the side, "So, do you still say that this thing is fragile?"

I don't know how long it took, Lin Feng finally woke up, his body full of exhaustion. When I opened my eyes, the place where I entered was still in Master Feng's backyard, Mao Heng was no longer here, and the sky was already a little dark.

"Are you awake, grab the Howling God and the scabbard and leave, and don't bother me again. The old man still wants to live a good old age, and he will never help you cast anything in the future" Master Feng opened his mouth to chase away customers, and he really didn't want to see Lin Feng again, so as not to reveal his identity.

Lin Feng nodded helplessly, went to the side of the stove to take out the Xiao Shen, naturally he was extremely fond of the scabbard, turned around and bowed and left this place. Dragging his tired body, full of excitement, now he only lacks a sword pouch to carry on his back, and then he has worries.

Back at Mao Heng's house, the three of them were eating, and Lin Feng was just here. After a good night's sleep, the four of them set off again the next day. Now it's just summer, and the weather is a little hot and dry, but it's okay, and the sea of flowers is in full bloom near the Valley of Flowers.

Lin Feng has nowhere to go, just walks casually, Qin Sihuan is to avoid the Qin family and the people of Qingfeng Valley, this trip is a season, and when he returns to Shacheng Zhao Yi's coming-of-age ceremony has passed, the marriage will naturally not be over. As for Xige and Mao Heng, they just followed, and they didn't care where they went.

During this trip, Lin Feng comprehended the method of refining qi on the ancient scroll, and after the luck was injected into the ancient scroll, the second chapter was opened. Compared with the first article, the second article is much more in-depth, and it is mostly a method of controlling qi and making moves, which is difficult to understand. Originally, the sword moves had already deviated from the Lingyun Sword Technique, and after using the Ancient Scroll Method, it was even more deviant, and sometimes it was even difficult to control the form after separating the sword qi, it was just the sword qi.

In this way, the exercises do not advance but retreat, although the breath is much calmer, but there is no progress in the moves, every time the spirit of the roar is sacrificed, the sword qi will overflow, and it is difficult to control. In the past few days, his mood has become more and more impatient, and Mao Heng is very uneasy when he sees it in his eyes.

The four of them traveled for two and a half months, and finally came to the vicinity of the Valley of Hundred Flowers. The Valley of Flowers is actually not big, not even as big as a small town, but every year in autumn, a hundred flowers festival is held here, and people from all over the Central Plains will come here to watch the event.

Today is no exception. Lin Feng walked in the forefront, and now in front of him is the sea of red flowers in the beautiful scenery of the Hundred Flowers Valley.

The sea of red flowers is full of red flowers in a radius of five miles, although it is different, but there is only one sea of flowers as far as the eye can see. Now it is the time when the red flowers are in full bloom, and the people around are all people who enjoy the flowers, and almost everyone who has a little fame and prestige will come here.

"Senior sister, this is the famous sea of red flowers, come and see"

"It's just some flowers, what's so beautiful, my sister is really boring"

Behind the four of them, there were two women talking, and these two were Luo Yinxuan's disciples. When you turn your head, you can see that the two of them have a guqin behind them, which is Luo Yinxuan's blade.

And the two have the same appearance, and they know that they are twin sisters at a glance. And the two of them are very beautiful, but they are rare, and you will see the two of them at a glance among everyone.

At this moment, a handsome boy walked on the side, unfolding the folding fan to show his demeanor, "The two senior sisters think it's the first time to come here." This sea of red flowers does seem to be unremarkable at this time, but at night, it is beautiful under the moonlight. If the two senior sisters have nothing else to do, they can wait for the night to come."

"Who are you?" asked the younger sister of the two women.

Gongzi closed the folding fan, "Down is Li Xiao, the son of the Li family in Zhao Wangcheng, the two of them think they are disciples of Luoyinxuan, dare to ask the names of the two senior sisters?"

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Li, who was rude just now. My sister is indeed a disciple of Luoyinxuan, my name is You Yun, this is my junior sister, my name is Xishui. It's the first time for the two of us to leave Xuanzhong, thank you Senior Brother Li for mentioning it."

Li Xiao smiled, "The two senior sisters are too famous, dare to ask the senior sister's surname?"

Xishui shook his head, "Neither of us has a surname, only a name" The two grew up in Luoyinxuan since they were children, and they don't have a surname, as for the name, it was given by the head.

"Oh, I see. I don't know why the two senior sisters are here today? It's not just for the flowers, right?"

You Yun nodded and responded, "Don't hide it from Senior Brother Li, the two of us are here for a grand event." Master explained, if we can't get back a ranking, the two of us will be punished. There are still three days before the event, and I am a little tired from the journey, so I am here today to relax."

"Hehe, that's very good. I heard that the disciples of Luoyinxuan have excellent piano skills, I wonder if I am lucky enough to be able to enjoy the sound of the piano of the senior sister? After the sound of the piano, there is still one person to introduce to the two senior sisters, and I think he came here for the grand event, and you can also have more exchanges at that time."

The two women glanced at each other, their eyes full of incomprehension, "It's okay, the two of us haven't touched the piano for a long time, and I hope Senior Brother Li won't laugh at the two of us for our clumsy piano skills."

"Hehe, that's listening."

When the words fell, You Yun and Xishui sat on the ground, playing the strings lightly, and the faint fairy sound spread, and after a while, led by Li Xiao, everyone around them all set their feet. Lin Feng and the four of them were no exception, and they were humming softly, and people in the distance couldn't hear it, but the three people around them could hear it very clearly, which was very wonderful.

The strings are mortal, but when the two of them pluck them lightly, they are like life, sometimes as soft as the clear water on the surface of the lake, or the gurgling of a clear spring, sometimes passionate and eager, like a waterfall and a strong wind. The moment between the turns is indescribable, and with a touch of sadness, the lingering sound is endless. The two of them had already gotten up, but everyone was still immersed in it.