Chapter 31: The Scabbard

"This carving is very likely to kill you. It's not too early today, you can think about it, and if you want this scabbard tomorrow, you can come here to me. Of course, if you come, you can only be alone, and you can't bring any companions" Master Feng looked at the four of them, and his tone was very obvious, not allowing the other three to come over.

Lin Feng hesitated slightly, it was the first time he heard that the casting scabbard was not allowed to be watched, but Mao Heng did not have any unusual tasks, and after a little thought, he knew that this should be Master Feng's rules, so he had to nod his head, "That's fine, then I'll come over after three poles tomorrow, I have to worry about Master Feng a lot."

"Hehe, that's not a lot of work. Lu Heng, you haven't returned for many years, go home and take a look, the chief of the ceremony doesn't recognize what happened back then, no one has touched the house, everything is the same as back then. I went there once in the middle of last month, and no one has touched it for half a month, so I think there will be a lot of dust, and you can live in it with a little cleaning, and it just so happens that you can arrange for these friends to stay."

Mao Heng nodded lightly, grief flashed in the depths of his eyes, and it was difficult to let go of what happened back then, "That's fine, master, you are busy, we won't bother." Come with me, the courtyard is not far away, just turn this alley and you will arrive."

Mao Heng is physically strong, although his parents passed away in the early years, he left a house and gave it to Mao Heng, and then he grew up under the care of several relatives in the town, and his family has ten acres of fertile land, but he does not worry about food and clothing. After the age of sixteen, he became self-reliant, and when he became an adult, his relatives in the town introduced him to a marriage, and when he delayed it for an autumn, he married in winter, and then Xiao Cai took people captive.

Mao Heng's original happy life was cut off, and then it took several months to track Xiao Cai to the bottom of the mountain, and he fought desperately, but fortunately Zhou Yan rescued him. Now three years have passed, and when the courtyard door is opened again, the decoration of the courtyard is full of memories.

The courtyard is still decorated before Mao Heng left, eight tables and chairs are placed in the courtyard, there are dinner plates but there are no dishes, the wooden table has long been rotten in the past three years, but standing at the door, there is not much dust on the tables and chairs, as if someone often cleans, I think Master Feng came last time to clean the dust.

Mao Heng was speechless, there seemed to be tenderness in his eyes, and he walked into the living room with the three people behind him, surrounded by cut happy words, but it had passed three autumns, and the red paper had faded, and there seemed to be sadness in the paleness. The silk cloth on the beam is still tied with flowers, the surname Lu is ranked in the hall, in front of the tablet is a half-burned dragon and phoenix candle, and there are several fragrances on the side. Mao Heng sighed and stepped forward to light the lamps and candles, and burned three incense sticks to pray for the ranks.

Lin Feng and Qin Sihuan stood silently aside, it was inconvenient to disturb here, and it was not a close relative who had no chance to fall into the incense. Offering incense to the ancestors, outsiders cannot, only the descendants of the ancestors can, so as not to disturb the meaning, the same as the meaning of rest.

Xige didn't understand it at all, and he didn't dare to speak next to the two of them. Although they have been together for so long, Mao Heng has never shown kindness to him, and even today he is still wary of the demon law, even at night, he sleeps condensed, and he does not dare to relax at all.

Mao Heng's house is opened by the east wall, the guest hall is in the west, there is a slight way of building, the north side is the house, the master bedroom is the main home room, there are two side bedrooms in the back, and the northwest corner is the toilet. On the south side is the firewood room, kitchen and utility room. Most of the buildings in the Central Plains are designed like this, but the Lingyun Guest Hall is located in the north instead of the west.

After worshipping, Mao Heng took the three of them to arrange the room, after all, they were going to stay here tonight. The master bedroom is still the same as on the day of marriage, and the main family does not want to let others sleep here. Therefore, Lin Feng was in a single room, and Xige and Qin Sihuan were in the same room.

Near night, Mao Heng bought some meals in the town, and traveled for many days, always accompanied by dry food and water, and a few plates of home-cooked dishes were even more delicious than the first-class dishes in Lingyun Inn.

In the early morning of the next day, it was still early, so Lin Feng got up and went out early and came to Master Feng's shop. Pedestrians on the road hurried by, and the sun rose when the farm was busy. Lin Feng stood abruptly in place as an outsider, and many passers-by watched it one after another, revealing puzzled expressions.

"Huh, the young man came so early, but he came to find Master Feng to build a blade?" While waiting, a person came from behind Lin Feng, holding a winding longbow, with an excellent posture and extraordinary bearing, but there were two scars on his face, from between his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, but it didn't look like he had been slashed by a sharp blade, the wound had already healed, but the scar was very hideous.

"Under the seat of Kong Yu, the head of the Flying Feather Sect, disciple Lu Sheng, dare to ask the young man's surname?" Lu Sheng asked with his fists clenched.

"There is no door and no faction under it, passerby Lin Feng"

Lu Sheng raised his eyes to look at it, and where he saw it, Lin Feng's breath was stable, his steps were solid, and although his arms were weak, the long sword in his hand was good. Perennial contact with bows and arrows, foot strength, arm strength, and eyesight are the key, so when looking at people, you will always pay attention to these three points first. Among them, eyesight cannot be said in a vacuum, so foot strength and arm strength should be the heaviest.

"Hehe, the young man is too modest, although the young man has no door and no faction, but he is tall and has an excellent bearing, and he wants to be a generation of grandmasters in the future"

"Hehe, how can I talk about the grandmaster. The young man is overrated."

While the two were talking, Master Feng came from the north, his eyes fell on Lin Feng and he said, "Lu Sheng, the longbow has been cast, come with me." If Kong Yu has any other requirements, please make it clear, if there is no other month, I will no longer forge a longbow with you, and we will talk about it later."

Lu Sheng bowed, "Thank you for the master's help, and thank the master for his kindness in the next generation"

"As for you, let's go to the backyard and wait. There are a lot of wooden scabbards in the courtyard, take a look at them first, see if there is anything you like, and then I'll go and carve it with you when I clean it up."

Lin Feng nodded and walked to the backyard. Seeing that Lin Feng had already left, Lu Sheng asked in a low voice, "Master, who is this?"

"Hehe, mortal. Give you a longbow, this bow is made of spiritual iron, the bowstring is very hard, please use it carefully" While speaking, Master Feng took out a one-person high longbow on the wooden table on the side, and it was very majestic to hold it in his hand, Lu Sheng hurriedly took it, and was about to speak, but Master Feng had already turned around, and then swallowed the words.

In the backyard, there are dozens of sword hilts against the wall, all of which are carved from fine wood, carved with different patterns during the process, and the form is lifelike. Along the way, there were two scabbards that attracted Lin Feng's attention. The first depicts a nightingale, which is very vivid, with a twisted neck around the scabbard and poking out into the sky, and a pair of wings are folded under the sheath.

The other is carved from cyan wood, the whole is in the shape of a dragon, and under the hollow carving, it can be seen that there seems to be gold in the scabbard. There was a bit of a hard time to choose. If I hadn't met Xige before, maybe it wouldn't have been like this, but now it's already a little tangled.

"How's it going?"

Lin Feng turned around, and Master Feng had a carving knife in his hand, dragging the table on the side. Gently raising his arms to pick up the two scabbards, Master Feng nodded lightly, "I see, these two can be combined into one, there is no need to choose." In this case, please take out the Ancient Sword of the Howling God and put it in the fire."

Master Feng lit the stove next to him, and the flame was not large, and it scorched. Lin Feng prepared for a moment and stabbed the Howling God into the furnace, the flames suddenly swelled, and the Howling God suddenly disappeared.

Then the former put a wooden basin at Lin Feng's feet, sent a short dagger, and signaled that the blood would be bled like a basin. At this time, Lin Feng was not worried, and his mind was all on the Howling God.

Raising the short blade and cutting the arm, the blood overflowed and dripped into the basin, Master Feng hurriedly stepped forward to hold the wound, "Wouldn't you look for death if you let the blood go like this, hold it quickly, the blood will drip down, as long as the blood aura in the basin is still there."

The slightest blood dripped down, and after a while, there was a bottom in the basin, Master Feng nodded lightly, picked up the broken wood on the side of the table, waved the carving knife to carve it quickly, and after a short time, carved out a small fragment that was only one minute wide and one inch long, threw it into the blood, and then took the chopsticks and fished it out and threw it directly into the furnace.

Lin Feng frowned suddenly, the outcome of the wood into the fire can be imagined. After hesitating in his heart, Master Feng picked up a small bowl on the side and scooped up the blood and poured it into the flames, and the flames burst out. The entire furnace suddenly turned bright red, and Master Feng continued to carve small pieces and add them to the fire.

As time passed, Lin Feng's lips turned a little white, but the dripping blood couldn't stop. Master Feng had carved no less than a thousand small pieces by now, and the original golden-white flame had now turned into a fluorescent color, and the fire was much brighter than before.

After another quarter of an hour, Lin Feng was already a little unable to support it, his body was light and weak, and when he was crumbling, Master Feng threw the last piece of fragment into the fire, picked up a strip of cloth and pressed it on the wound between Lin Feng's arms, the latter suddenly came back to his senses, and asked, "Is it cast?"

"It will take half an hour, but the essence and blood are enough, you better stop the injury quickly, if you lose your life, don't blame me"

Lin Feng nodded lightly and pressed the wound tightly, but his consciousness was already blurred, and he suddenly fainted to the ground. I just felt that the world was spinning, and the whole person seemed to be in a whirlpool, very sad but couldn't wake up.

Master Feng frowned but didn't stop what he was doing. Picked up another empty wooden basin and knocked on the flames, and after a few moments, the flames were still completely extinguished. The Howling God flashed with a white light, and the God of the Howling God was the one that Master Feng had just carved those pieces.

The pieces of wood are burned in flames, turning black and shining like iron. There were a lot of pieces, and they seemed to be very messy, but Master Feng soon began to put them together.

His carving technique was different, dividing the scabbard into ten parts, starting from the sheath to piece it together, and after a while, ten scabbards of about three inches appeared on the table. The upper and lower ends of each scabbard can be seen to fit each other, taking advantage of the blood and the slightest temperature, Master Feng wiped the hot sweat on his head, spliced it together, and then poured it with blood, and turned it into a dragon-shaped scabbard as a whole.

"Lu Heng, peeking at it, don't come down quickly to save people, if he dies, it has nothing to do with me!" Master Feng shouted loudly, Mao Heng fell from the roof, helped Lin Feng to bandage his wounds, and his eyes were full of admiration.