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At the same time, Bai Feng, Murong Yan and others, who had spent several days and nights in the mysterious foothills, still had no idea that a huge danger was quietly approaching.
Due to the lack of supplies, life in the ancient tombs was not easy and comfortable, so people often needed to go out to hunt to satisfy their hunger.
The old blacksmith Yuan Fengzi is an expert in setting traps, and his granddaughter Ayu is in the same vein. For safety and privacy, they went out of the ancient tomb to hunt during the day. In the dead of night, they would ask others to go out outside the ancient tomb together.
Sometimes it was to explore all directions and observe if there were any strange phenomena; sometimes it was Yuan Fengzi's whim, so he found a shady mountain next to the sea of miscanthus, built an oven, and held a small bonfire dinner. This comforts everyone's body and mind that are tired from running around.
The old blacksmith recalled more than once: "When Xianbei, Yuan and Wei Dynasty came to power, dinner parties were often held in the city. Young girls who were in love, the garrison of the town, and the nobles in power, no matter they were high or low, they would come in groups. Get together. At the banquet, they got to know each other and played with each other. There were gongs, drums, shengxiao, singing and dancing, it was so lively..."
Under the same starry sky, they listened to stories about the past and enjoyed the delicacies they had hunted. After eating and drinking enough, Yuan Fengzi and Ayu would return to the sword house in the ancient tomb. Bai Feng and Fu Wentao would often get together to learn and exchange martial arts with each other.
The two gentlemen seemed to appreciate each other, and this emotion even overcame the pain of the past, like a spring breeze, allowing them to laugh without forgetting. Such a situation would naturally make Murong Yan feel happy after witnessing all this. Therefore, this "witch" who is half Xianbei blood would often sit aside and watch the two of them practice martial arts and compete. But her expression was frozen, as if something was always hanging on her mind.
Bai Feng and Fu Wentao competed with swordsmen using wooden branches. Since Fu Wentao's body was still recovering, he always lost more than he won, so he was inevitably dissatisfied. So, apart from eating and sleeping, he only did one thing from morning to night, and that thing was to get used to this body that was missing his left arm.
This time tonight, it was Bai Feng who was defeated first. So, he retreated first, leaving Fu Wentao alone to continue practicing his sword. This young swordsman is very observant and never covets temporary victory and fame. This is very cute in Murong Yan's opinion.
"Why, did you deliberately hold back this time?" Murong Yan asked with a smile while sitting on the lawn.
"Yan'er... If I don't admit defeat, Wen Tao will definitely fight with me until dawn!" Bai Feng wiped his sweat and sat next to her, saying, "Wen Tao has a strong and stubborn temperament, so he will stay under the Fu family to do It's really unfair to do dirty things. If he can meet my master, his sword skills will definitely be far better than mine."
After saying that, the two of them looked at Fu Wentao who was still struggling to practice his sword with sympathy, and were silent for a while.
Later, Bai Feng asked Murong Yan to take the Longming Sword that had been placed on her body just now, and suddenly wanted to pull out the sword and enjoy it.
"Qiang!" A cold light suddenly flashed across the foothills under the moon.
I saw the young swordsman carefully holding the sword and looking at it in the moonlight, and found that there were many mottled cracks on the sword, which were left when it was damaged previously.
"It looks scarred, but it feels stronger than before?" Bai Feng was fiddling with the Longming Sword in his hand, constantly changing its position, looking at the cold light on the sword, and couldn't help but sigh: "Yuan Fengzi said That’s right, a real sword may not always be as sharp as iron, but its core must be durable and incorruptible. As long as it is recast, the glory of the sword will definitely be restored..."
After hearing this, Murong Yan couldn't help but look at Fu Wentao again, and then murmured, smiling, "I think Wen Tao must have heard these words, so he worked so hard..."
After hearing this, the young swordsman also pursed his lips and smiled. Then he sheathed his sword, lay on the lawn, looked up at the stars, and enjoyed a moment of solitude.
In his ears was the quiet sound of wind, and the sound of another swordsman sweating profusely not far away; in addition to the extra fresh air in his nose, was the smell of another close friend; in front of him was a starry, vast moonlit night.
"Yan'er, I heard from Wen Tao that you had already warned him not to go back, but Wen Tao refused. In other words, you had already known that this would be the result?"
"Yeah...I know it clearly, but I can't do anything..."
After hearing this, Bai Feng smiled thoughtfully, then sat up, turned to his face and greeted: "So, you are still depressed about this matter?"
"Sigh...Actually, has Brother Feng ever thought about our future?"
"What's happening now is enough to catch people off guard. Let's leave the future matters to God!" Bai Feng felt that his heart suddenly felt extra open for some reason, maybe because he knew the reason for the other person's frown. Anyway, he expressed his inner wish quite coolly: "No matter what you see with your talent, from now on, we will settle down in Beizhen, get married, have children, and live a safe and peaceful life, far away from The struggle for power between officials and the opposition."
After hearing this, Murong Yan couldn't help nodding and snickering, glanced at the other party, and quickly averted her eyes due to shyness. She said with extreme restraint: "Brother Feng, please don't joke... Along the way, everything has happened. All the troubles are caused by me, maybe we should have parted ways as early as in Jiangzhou..."
"Yan'er, are you talking nonsense?" Bai Feng was puzzled. His short-term good mood suddenly turned sharply, making him forget about etiquette and morals. He even wanted to pull the other person's arm to force him to look at him. , asked: "Didn't we leave Jiangzhou together after making an agreement with each other?"
Just when the two of them were in a mood, Fu Wentao came over panting and asked: "Miss Murong, Mr. Bai, what are you arguing about?"
"It's your young lady who is making noises about returning to Jiangzhou to join the Qian family." Bai Feng immediately picked up the Longming Sword, stood up with a glum look on his face, and said back to Fu Wentao: "Wen Tao, you know her better than I do, please. Please persuade me..." As soon as he finished speaking, the young swordsman suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, jumped into the distance and waved his sword of anger.
"Miss Murong, why are you doing this..."
Before Fu Wentao could finish speaking, Murong Yan interrupted: "Wen Tao, you don't have to call me Miss by name anymore, just call me Yan'er... Also, how is your injury?"
"Yan...Yan'er?" Fu Wentao was flattered and said that he was not worthy of such an intimate title, and then replied: "Although the injury has not healed, it is no longer painful."
"We have been growing up for more than ten years. If you are not worthy, then no one is." Murong Yan said something, as if she was complaining about someone. Then she glanced in the direction of Bai Feng and found that the other person suddenly stood up. Not moving anymore.
While the innocent "miko" was still waiting for the other party to come over and apologize, Bai Feng standing in the distance suddenly roared and said: "There is fire in the valley opposite!"
After the three of them heard this, they immediately calmed down and took a look at the mountains in the distance. They found that there were indeed many bright spots slowly approaching. They immediately put out the bonfire, cleaned up all traces, and then retreated to the ancient tomb to discuss countermeasures with Yuan Fengzi and Ayu.
