"Fengjun!"
In the middle of the night, a bonfire continued beside the carriage, but at this time, the scene was in chaos.
The middle-aged man was lying on his back next to the fire, leaning on the carriage. His coat was wide open, and his heart was filled with coldness.
But there is rarely sadness on his face, and there is mostly joy.
There seemed to be a whisper: "I found it, Han Yingtie..."
But when he heard Feng Jun's words, his face changed, and his expression of confusion and hesitation kept changing.
"Fengjun?" Beside the middle-aged man, the woman dressed in men's clothing covered her lips in surprise and looked at Feng Yun, who was riding a white fox.
The white fox disappeared and the wind fell to the ground.
He looked at the two people next to him in confusion.
"Fengjun, this gentleman fell into Pengli Lake and was hit by the cold, so he borrowed a bonfire to keep warm." The general stepped forward to explain, with a hint of restraint in his dullness.
This time he overstepped his bounds.
He is a slave and Feng Yun is the master. He makes the decision without waiting for the master's orders. If these two people are left behind, wouldn't it be a disservice to Feng Yun if there is any difference between them.
Then he said: "Let's make another bonfire here and sit down with you separately."
Feng Yun waved his hand.
Because the injured middle-aged man was being supported by the woman dressed as a man and was tremblingly saluting Feng Yun.
"Feng Junan."
The middle-aged man's face was complicated, but the woman dressed in men's clothing looked at Feng Yun with admiration.
"Do you two know me?"
Feng Yun stepped forward and looked into the middle-aged man's mouth. It was obvious at a glance that the cold was serious and could not be cured by this bonfire.
"Ahem... Even though I'm away from home, I've heard of Mr. Feng's name."
As he spoke, he said politely: "Ou Ye, I was originally from the Yue Kingdom, but now from the Yu Yue Kingdom, I am from Juzhang."
Yu Yue?
"Cough cough cough..." Ou Ye's heart became colder and heavier. He pulled out a short sword from his waist, handed it to the woman dressed in men's clothing beside him and said: "Light the bonfire and then temper it. I need to lie down on it. The cold air...Mo, be careful of hurting your hands."
Don't nod.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I'm rude and can't stand for long."
Mo Xian helped Ou Ye sit down by the fire, and then threw the dagger into the fire.
"I'll lend you the water container sir," Mo said to the general.
The general said he didn't dare.
He looked at Feng Yun again. Feng Yun was here, so he shouldn't make the decision.
"No need to be polite, Miss Mo, just take it yourself."
Mo Nu?
When Gan Jiang heard Feng Yun's statement about Mo Nu's identity, he looked at her in a daze.
He didn't realize she was a woman just now...
On this side, Mo was grateful: "Thank you, Mr. Feng."
After that, he took the water container and went to the lake to get water.
Feng Yun then sat by the campfire.
Ouye...Ouyezi?
Mo...Moye?
Will……
Feng Yun looked aside to find a new water container, hoping to boil water for Feng Yun to drink.
Yu Qian's people are famous generals.
In Feng Yun's previous life, he didn't know that these people were born here.
This encounter was quite interesting.
Then, Feng Yun looked at Ou Ye's waist, where there was a sword.
It is not as short as an ordinary sword.
This sword is put in its scabbard. Looking at its length, it is still three feet!
The swords at this time were short because the metal smelted from the ores had little toughness and would easily break if they were too long, so they were mostly daggers...
Seeing Feng Yun staring at the sword at his waist, Ou Ye had a strong sense of pride on his face.
Immediately, regardless of the cold feeling in his heart, he took off the sword from his waist.
"Master Feng, please take a look. The name of this sword is Long Yuan. It was something I briefly understood when I was chatting with a good friend in my early years. I went to various places in the mountains and rivers to find the Seven Stars and forged it with the treasures of heaven and earth!"
"Bang!" The sword is sharp and silvery!
Ou Ye forgot about the pain and drew his sword.
The sword is like a silver dragon, restrained and sharp.
Feng Yun looked down at the sword, as if he were climbing a high mountain and looking down into the abyss. It was ethereal and deep, as if there was a giant dragon lying on his back.
"Good sword..." This voice was not from Feng Yun, but from the general who had not yet gone to collect the water.
The generals are so quiet that it is difficult to describe them.
"My father was also obsessed with making swords before, eager to forge the toughness of a long sword, but I watched him for several years and never saw his sword come out."
Later, the family was demoted and became a slave...
The general didn't want to say more and fell silent.
Ou Ye heard the sound and looked at the general carefully.
Suddenly he was surprised and said: "But Yu Qian, who is the queen of the Qian family?"
Hearing the sound, the general was surprised.
"How do you know, sir?"
"Oh, you are a descendant of Ganjiang!"
"When I was young, I talked with your father to forge swords, and then I became Long Yuan!" Ou Ye was about to move, remembering in his eyes, as if wondering why he was a slave next to Feng Yun at this time.
Slave!
Ouye didn't dare to think too much. There must be unspeakable feelings in being demoted from a nobleman to a slave.
Hearing this, the general took a few steps back, as if he was ashamed to see Ou Ye, his father's friend.
But there was nothing he could do, Feng Yun was here, how could he be so coy and just lower his head and ignore him.
Seeing this, Feng Yun said, "General, go get water."
"No." The officer hurriedly left.
But Ouye regretted it again and again.
Long Yuan in his hand moved slightly at this moment, which caught his attention.
"What's wrong?" Ou Ye was curious and then looked at the sky.
Above the night, the Big Dipper stars twinkle.
"The seven stars shook and Long Yuan came to life?" Ou Ye was shocked and then overjoyed.
"Hahaha, Long Yuan's spirit has risen, and the sword soul is about to come out!"
Ou Ye was at a loss as he held Long Yuan in his hands, but suddenly he was stunned.
Why is Long Yuan different?
He looked at Feng Yun complicatedly.
Long Yuan was forged by him, but it was not a sword he could use.
At this time, I am thinking about the fame and famous things that Feng Yun has conveyed.
There was little reason why he wanted to get rid of Feng Yun.
But... he is from the Yue Kingdom, and the Yue Lord was beheaded by Feng Lord.
If Fengjun hadn't controlled the water first, he would have drawn his sword and faced each other, so why would they sit together by the bonfire?
Can……
Ou Ye murmured: "I have learned the art of making swords in this life, and this sword is not a sword that Yuejun can use!"
"The king of Yue has been ruthless to me because the country of Yue has been kind to me and repaid his kindness, and the king of Yue has already given me a way to repay me."
Thinking of this, Ouye no longer hesitated.
He entered Taoism by forging swords and became an extraordinary person.
His path - making swords, is all in Long Yuan's body at this time, how can he give up!
"Master Feng, why don't you give this sword a try and see how sharp it is."
Ou Yeli raised Long Yuan and signaled Feng Yun to take the sword.
Feng Yun was also happy about Long Yuan.
This joy is not due to hearing about the ancient sword, but the breath of the sword, which is also close to me.
Without being polite, Feng Yun took the sword and stood up.
When it comes to sword moves, Feng Yun doesn't have many fancy moves, only basic moves.
But even if it is just the basics, under the blessing of Long Yuan, the sword energy is like ink, it moves like seven stars leaping, and it swings like the bright moonlight.
But the sword energy is restrained, as if it is dancing, and it is joyful to swing it.
Just like painting, the ups and downs make people's eyes deeply absorbed and difficult to leave.
"It's as vast as an abyss, and hidden in it is the dragon abyss..."
Ou Yezi's eyes sparkled, and tears flowed without noticing.
"It's not in vain. This time I meet Long Yuan to choose the master, and my death is not in vain!"
"Cough cough cough..."
"Cough cough cough!" Ou Ye covered his heart, but was stung by the extremely cold air.
Now I can no longer feel any touch at my heart, and my blood seems to be stagnant.
He was almost falling, struggling to hold himself up and leaning on the side of the carriage, cold sweat constantly forming on his forehead.
Mo Jianzhi, who had returned from fetching water, hurriedly ran, carefully guarding the water in his hand, and came to the bonfire.
Feng Yun stopped dancing with his sword and came to his side.
Seeing that the cold air was accumulating, Feng Yun was helpless. He was not a doctor, but he had unlearned witch doctor Gu skills. He used them without authorization. If he failed to save people, he was afraid to kill them first.
"Father, don't get excited!"
Seeing Ou Ye's heart heaving up and down, bringing coldness to all parts of his body, Mo was so anxious that he kept crying.
But she kept moving in her hands, preparing the tempered dagger with great deftness.
But in the meantime, he was so panicked that he wanted to take it with his bare hands.
Feng Yun frowned and suppressed his hand.
"Don't hurt your hand."
Then Feng Yun cut with Long Yuan, cut off a piece of cloth from his clothes, dipped the cloth in water, and then wrapped it around the hilt of the sword.
"please."
Mo Mo shed tears, nodded, took the hilt of Bu Bang's sword, quenched it in the water, and then stood up and came to Ou Ye.
But it's always hard to get started.
"Mo, if you don't take action, my father will really be dead..." Ou Ye said weakly and smiled bitterly.
Mo then became cruel and used the water-quenched sword blade to sear Ou Ye's heart.
Ou Ye snorted and had a grim look on his face. This treatment was like torture. If he hadn't been by the stove all year round and was used to burning, he probably wouldn't have the courage to use this method to suppress the cold air.
Instant results.
Under the burning, the coldness in the heart and mouth was suppressed.
Ouye also felt his heartbeat again.
As if he noticed that his father's condition was getting better, Mo pressed harder and it felt like it was sizzling and burning, with a smell of burnt meat...
Feng Yun watched from the side and his heart skipped a beat.
When the generals rushed back, they did not dare to make a sound.
"Ah...Okay, Mo." Ouye's face was distorted, his hands and feet were clasped together, and he hurriedly said: "The coldness in my heart cannot be removed by this brand, let's stop, hiss..."
"call……"
As soon as Mo let go, Ouye let out a long sigh of relief, as if he was alive again.
But looking at his heart, there is a cold air under the burning sword mark. If the cold air is not removed, the pain of this mark will be with him for the rest of his life.
Feng Yun thought of the method of overcoming the five elements in the witch doctor's Gu art.
Cold is a change of water, like the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter.
In terms of the five elements.
Feng Yun can think of three methods, but the premise is that he can cast Gu, otherwise it is just empty talk.
"Mr. Ouye, are there any good doctors in Vietnam? How about returning to China for treatment?"
Feng Yun handed the Long Yuan Sword to Ou Ye: "Return the sword to Sir."
Ouye's eyes were anxious.
"I dare not call you sir in front of Mr. Feng..."
Feng Yun chuckled: "Those who are masters come first. There are many people who have taken the lead in making swords. It is not an exaggeration to call him Ou Yejun."
Facing Feng Yun's praise, Ou Ye looked shy.
"Don't dare, don't dare, Lord Feng can only be called the Lord by controlling the water, and he can only be a smelter in a furnace."
Looking at Long Yuan handed over by Feng Yun, Ouye thought for a moment before taking it.
But then he said: "Master Feng, please sit down. Ou Ye hopes to talk to Master Feng about the art of forging swords."
Feng Yun had never been exposed to the art of smelting, so he didn't know how to do it.
But I also want to hear it.
"Please." Then they sat opposite each other and seemed to be talking.
Ou Ye smiled, this was the first time he discussed Tao with the courtesy of a gentleman.
In a daze, he remembered that when he was young, he squatted beside the smelting furnace with the craftsman, arguing about the art of sword-making.
"Mr. Feng, please ask the general to come and listen to me. If it weren't for my old friend's opinion, I would have taken a lot of detours. I can only accept his love and repay his kindness."
"Can."
Feng Yun gestured to Qian to get closer.
The generals didn't dare to get too close, so they just found a flat place and settled down with their disciples.
Mo was helpless on the side, she knew her father's temperament, not to mention...
Long Yuan came out, and the aura on his sword was vaguely in harmony with Feng Yun. Mo Xin knew exactly what his father was thinking.
And she looked at Feng Yun and thought: Only if Feng Lord holds Long Yuan can he not fall into Long Yuan's soul.
(End of chapter)
