The funeral period is approaching, and white silks are hung everywhere in Shushan. I am afraid that in addition to the great show when the leaders of all generations passed away, Hengfeng has enjoyed such high-level treatment in Shushan. Shushan is busy all over the mountain. In the past, no sword immortal among these mortals was walking in the garden, or not putting their hands down, or strolling around Shushan with his head down. In recent days, he has been constantly moving back and forth between Jianmen Pass and Shushan to welcome guests who come to pay their respects to the mountain. The guest rooms are also a little nervous. Fortunately, Yun Zangfeng is not there, Ouyang Hongxiu moved to Longling House with shamelessness to live with her. The two girls don’t have to squeeze in with others.

At first, Chen Wuxuan thought that only the other four Xius in Yizhou would come to visit, and no matter how many of them were, there were only many disciples of the Tang Sect and Emei Sect. Quan Fugui and Pei Jinxiu were gangsters and the other were yamen captains. There were no real gangs behind him, so most of them were two people who came together, and there would be no more. I never thought that the first person to come was not these people, but some small gangs and families in Yizhou, the Wu family in Jinxiucheng, the Jiang family in Guang'an, the Huolong Gang in Sichuan, and other unheard small families. However, they came from far away, and they came to visit with the name of mourning for the young hero Hengfeng. I don't know where to find a way to send a message, so that Shushan could only take it one by one. If it weren't

Isn't it true that Shushan bullies people with power and is more obsessed with the top, and looks down on these small sects? Chen Wuxuan is not old for a hundred years. He thinks that these people are not good. After all, Hengfeng is only the leader among the younger generation. After all, many older masters can easily defeat him for twenty years. Therefore, these sects are small but cannot spend much effort on a rookie and come to visit him. There must be monsters when things go wrong. Chen Wuxuan is old and stronger, and he has to be more careful and make many disciples under his sect busy. At this moment, the idle people on Shushan are probably the only one with three thousand swords that day, except for Yun Zangfeng and the other three who came to visit.

The fire vein in the sword casting pool was red. At this moment, except for the elders of Shushan who were deeper than Yun Zangfeng, who were still making swords, all the disciples outside the sword casting pool were called by Chen Wuxuan to prepare for Hengfeng's funeral. Of course, Yun Zangfeng knew nothing about the outside world. He had promised to recast the sword to Li Moling before the funeral of Hengfeng. At this time, only three days before Hengfeng's funeral, Yun Zangfeng was still carrying out the initial steps, namely, repeatedly hitting the sword melted into iron slurry, and each time he hit, there were some impurities from it.

He was squeezed out, knocked as thin as white paper, and then folded it over to continue beating. Only such a weapon that was tempered for thousands of times can be called a peerless magic weapon. Yun Zangfeng himself had completely absorbed the animal bone powder attached to the bones. As soon as the numb and itchy feeling disappeared, there was an indescribable pleasure. He couldn't help but howl, like a wild boar in spring. The elder's spiritual sense in the depths of the sword-making pond was powerful. After hearing the howl, he swept over Yun Zangfeng's body, retracted his spiritual sense and muttered to himself: "It's good that nothing happened."

After knocking for another day, Yun Zangfeng stood with his hands behind his back. The small sword in front of him had shrunk by half the size of the previous door panel, but it still seemed huge. Yun Zangfeng practiced his previous idea and injected the iron that was as red as the setting sun and as hot as magma into a pair of molds that had been cast in advance. He was doing his work in his hands, but his mind was a little distracted. He thought that he had not closed his eyes for so many days. After the sword casting was completed, he must have a good sleep. After the sound and appearance of Long Ling was spinning in his mind, Ouyang Hongxiu's charming voice exploded in his ears. Until the iron was poured into the water and there was no drop left, he came back to his senses and carried out the next step of pounding.

Li Moling has three thousand swords a day, and he rests for half an hour after completing his sword practice every day. After lunch, he practices basic breathing and sword moves. This is the amount he added to himself. The child does not have much complicated thoughts. He only thinks that with Hengfeng's ability, he still dies of life. He should work harder and strive to make Hengfeng go down the mountain as soon as possible. Unfortunately, no one will pay attention to such a child at this time. If Chen Wuxuan was not so busy, he might have glanced at him and said, "Well, I have realized the three-part truth of sword and qi." Li Moling did not have these concepts, but just felt that he should do this. He also saw that the senior brothers on the mountain were very busy recently, and he wanted to help but had no idea how to start. He thought that when he was a little older, he would always help. At this moment, he felt a little disgusted with his younger age.

Ouyang Hongxiu and Long Ling once saw Li Moling in the canteen. On that day, Li Moling was eating two dried steamed buns and half a bowl of porridge. Li Moling was not tall. He was standing at the age of five or six and was just level with the table. He sat on the stool with half his head. He couldn't do anything to hold some pickles. Li Moling sighed and only put the dried steamed buns and the porcelain bowl containing the porridge close to him, but he was eating and drinking at the table. There was nothing he could do if he couldn't reach it. The two girls thought the child was so cute, Yun Zangfeng

Anyway, it's boring to eat with Li Moling, and pickle some pickles for his children from time to time. There are many monks in Shushan, with light food and few meat and fishy food. The three meals a day are very small, mainly clean porridge and steamed buns. The two women have little appetite, so they evened some porridge from their own bowl for Li Moling, regardless of whether Li Moling could eat. Under the gaze of the two women, Li Moling silently ate the extra part of the bowl into his stomach. In fact, he was not particularly willing, because the head of the sect was still

There is a master uncle and senior brothers who say that appetite arises from the heart, and it is hindered from the practice. Everyone eats very little, but they think that the two sisters are kind-hearted. Li Moling, who has been withdrawn since childhood, is young and doesn't know how to refuse. After eating, he jumped off the bench and walked out the door. Li Moling's Taoist robe is a bit long. I don't know which senior brother has worn it. It's clean and clean, but it's a bit unfit. However, the head of the sect said that children grow up fast and will be suitable for a year or two.

The other long sword on his back was half an inch higher than Li Moling. People said that Qingfeng was three feet tall. But this child was less than three feet tall. Fortunately, he was cross-body so he would not drag it to the ground. Since then, the two girls were waiting for Li Moling to come in the cafeteria, and sometimes followed Li Moling to practice qigong by the huge rock. This became the only pastime for the two girls when they did not have Yun Zangfeng. After a while, Li Moling became familiar with the two sisters, but he still didn't talk to them, but silently accepted the kindness and company.

The trivial days passed, and before he knew it, the funeral of Hengfeng was near. On this day, an acquaintance came to Shushan who had not seen for many days. It was a fairy on the Golden Top of Emei, Tu Miaomiao. When Tu Miaomiao came, Ouyang Hongxiu and Long Ling were having dinner with Li Moling. The two girls talked to Li Moling to practice martial arts together in the afternoon. Just as they were talking, Tu Miaomiao broke in. Following him, there was a scholar who looked powerless. The scholar's face was covered with pink and white-headed pussies. Apart from this, he looked quite Zhou Zheng. The scholar bowed as soon as he saw the two girls: "The young master is polite. I don't know that the two girls are eating here. It's abrupt and beautiful woman. I hope you don't blame me."

Ouyang Hongxiu and Long Ling looked at each other, thinking that there was something strange about this. After all, Ouyang Hongxiu is the eldest lady of the Ouyang family. She saw too much more worldly than Long Ling, a young female demon who was not very experienced in the world. She also said with courtesy: "Those who don't know are innocent, and the young master is too polite." Then she asked Tu Miaomiao, the middleman, to introduce the scholar. It turned out that the scholar was Shu Wangchuan, who was Tu Miaomiao's junior brother. This time she was sent to come to mourn Hengfeng with Tu Miaomiao, and at the same time introduced the two women to Shu Wangchuan. However, Shu Wangchuan only glanced at the two women when he said hello before, and his eyes were hung on Tu Miaomiao for the rest of the time.

Li Moling heard it very boring, but he didn't say anything. He felt that the two sisters forgot their promise with him when they saw the old friend. After drinking white porridge and eating steamed buns, they found a gap and went out. Later, they felt that it was time to say hello, so they turned around and said, "Two sisters, I am still practicing qigong by the huge rock. You can come if you have time, just don't have time." This was the first time that the two girls heard Li Moling speak to them. They felt that the child's voice was so nice, so they nodded at him and let him go.

As soon as Li Moling left, Tu Miaomiao said to Shu Wangchuan: "Junior brother, some of our girls' boudoirs have to say, can you avoid it?" Shu Wangchuan was not a stubborn donkey who was holding her back and forth, nor was he as unconscious as some sour scholars. As soon as Tu Miaomiao spoke, Shu Wangchuan knew that he was giving an order to expel the guest, so he immediately said goodbye and left.

Ouyang Hongxiu glanced at Shu Wangchuan who had walked away, smiled a little, and said to Tu Miaomiao, "I didn't expect that our famous fairy Tu Miaomiao would have a day to move my heart. Shu Wangchuan was well-regarded and not annoying. How about it, Fairy Tu, tell us two sisters about your junior brother?"

Tu Miaomiao looked confused: "What did you say? I am an ordinary senior brother and sister. Do you two like Junior Brother Wangchuan?"

Long Ling hurriedly said "Push, push, push, push, push, push" three times: "How can Sister Tu talk nonsense? If Brother Zangfeng hears this, would it be better to hear it? He was jealous."

Ouyang Hongxiu followed and said, "Yes, how can Sister Tu talk nonsense? Xiao Linger's heart is all about Yun Zangfeng's stinky brat, and she is still a married woman. How could she fall in love with your junior brother?" Ouyang Hongxiu originally wanted to say that he was a junior brother of pustules based on Shu Wangchuan's face, but then he thought that he treated him with courtesy and did not offend him. It was really not good to joke like this, so he took the word pustules. He also thought that this practitioner, whether in the immortal world or in the secular world, always pays attention to dietary control, plus the effect of the exercises, and eliminates his own impurities, how could he have a pustules on his face? It's really strange.

The three girls laughed for a while, and Tu Miaomiao put away her joke and said, "Is Yun Zangfeng not here?"

Long Ling replied: "He went to Shushan Sword Forging Pool to recast the slim sword for the child just now. I guess he will be out in the next two days. What's wrong? Are you asking him for something? It's the same for us."

"It's really different this time," Tu Miaomiao sighed, "I'm afraid this matter is really difficult to deal with. Yun Zangfeng is not here, so I guess you two can't come up with an idea."

"What the hell is it? Let's talk about it first." Ouyang Hongxiu has such a personality. The more others play puzzles, the more she wants to know this secret in her heart.

Tu Miaomiao stared at Long Ling for a while, hesitated for a moment, and said, "This time, there are many more sects on Shushan to mourn Young Master Heng, called mourning Hengfeng, but in fact they all came for Ling'er."
Chapter completed!