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After going down the mountain, they returned to the Yuan family's old house. As soon as Fang entered the door, they noticed something was wrong - black smoke was coming out of the blacksmith's house where the fire was supposed to be shut down?
Ayu and Fu Wentao rushed to the blacksmith's house one after another. They saw the red-hot smelting equipment but no one. The reforged Longming Sword was hanging next to it. The sword was as sharp as when it was first unveiled, and it still exuded a slight heat. .
"Is it grandpa? His body can't hold up and cast the dragon's cry again..." Ayu said, immediately dropped the baggage and ran straight to Yuan Fengzi's bedroom.
After a while, a scream came from the house, saying: "Grandpa, why did you go like this! Leaving Ayu alone, what should I do next..."
"Ayu!" Fu Wentao couldn't believe it. He saw Ayu collapsed on Yuan Fengzi's body and almost collapsed, and he couldn't help but feel pity for several times. Even though he knew in his heart that this day would come sooner or later, even though he had killed many people as a killer of the Fu family.
"Master Fu, grandpa is dead." Ayu was heartbroken and collapsed on the ground, tears falling continuously.
When Bai Feng heard this sentence, she immediately gave up her thoughts of walking into the house. He stood outside the door, his eyebrows lowered, not knowing what to say.
Seeing this, Yu Ke asked: "Brother, don't you want to see senior Yuan Fengzi for the last time?"
"I have no face to face him." Bai Feng said frankly: "I brought the Longming Sword, but I didn't accomplish anything. In the end, I lost Yan'er. Now, I have even tired the old man, and he consumed his last The strength is just to recast the dragon's roar."
Yu Ke walked aside slightly disappointed. She did not look at Bai Feng. She was still very timid and fearful, and could not even imagine how painful Bai Feng's expression was now. However, she still mustered up the courage to comfort her: "Brother, no matter what you do, I will always be by your side."
The two were silent for a long time. Suddenly, Fu Wentao shouted and said, "Look, the old man is holding something in his hand... it's a letter!"
"What's written?" Fu Wentao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of Bai Feng, and continued: "Brother Bai, come in and take a look!"
Bai Feng ignored him at first, until Yu Ke woke up the man in his dream: "Brother, let's go in and take a look!"
"Okay... okay." The young swordsman took heavy steps to get the letter from Fu Wentao, and read it: "How can you make a person walk further with a cracked sword that is rusted by blood and tears? How far? It won’t take long before the sword will break. A swordsman without a sword will be like an ordinary person who has broken his hands and legs and will no longer be able to live. This is what I used to think."
Yu Ke followed Bai Feng and listened carefully: "I have lived next to the sword furnace all my life. Before I met Gao Zhen, I only liked making swords. I never knew what a close friend or friendship was. After getting to know him, I realized that the empty part in my heart was filled with rust and waste. To a swordsmith, it is useless, but this is what I really want."
"Because only a sword that is cracked and rusted by blood and tears can be called a real sword! That is a sight that I, an unworldly swordsmith, have rarely seen... Ayu, Grandpa doesn't want to It has become your fetter, so I have never given you a surname according to the rules of the Yuan family. Now that Fu Wentao and Bai Feng are around, you will definitely understand how to cast a real one earlier than me..."
Yuan Fengzi didn't write the last word exactly, but everyone can understand it.
Ayu cried and said: "Grandpa, I will definitely inherit your sword-making skills and never forget your teachings."
Bai Feng couldn't help but kowtow three times in front of Yuan Fengzi's body, and Yu Ke followed suit to show respect.
After a while, it was completely dark, but the lights in the Yuan family's old house were still brightly lit, and the people inside seemed to be staying up all night.
By asking familiar neighbors and officials, Ayu quickly arranged the funeral arrangements. They decided to use all etiquette to keep a vigil in the old house for three days before sealing the coffin and burying him.
As a respected mausoleum keeper, Yuan Fengzi had presided over the funerals of many nobles during his lifetime, which naturally attracted many people to come to express their condolences upon hearing the news.
In just three days, dozens of people came to visit to commemorate Yuan Fengzi, and some even wanted to erect a monument for him. In their impression, this amiable and respectable old man from Xianbei was named 'Tuoba Feng'. As for the identity of the former royal family and the master swordsmith, they had no idea.
His legend is unsung, but his character will last forever.
After three days, the coffin is sealed and buried. On this day, not only were the four young men standing in front of the tomb, but also villagers who came to visit on the mountain one after another. Together they destroyed the bird entrance door that could open the tomb, and then erected the stone tablet here.
The front of the stele is engraved with "Tomb of Tuoba Feng", and the back is the deeds of the owner of the tomb as "Tuoba Feng". The general content describes that although he is from the Xianbei ethnic group, he is proficient in Han rituals and is even better than some arrogant and extravagant people. Local great scholars also need to know "propriety, justice, integrity and shame" and are highly praised among the villagers, merchants and nobles.
Ayu stayed in front of the tomb and did not leave until all the villagers had dispersed. There was nothing all around, and the wind was about to blow again.
"Ayu, it's time for us to leave." Fu Wentao stood behind her and warned softly: "You haven't had much rest these days, but don't fall ill at this time. The old man will not feel at ease if he sees it."
At this time, a cold wind blew by, making people shiver. But Ayu stood up firmly and asked back, "Are you going?"
"Where to go?" Rune Tao asked confused.
"Help Shaoxia Bai, rescue Miss Murong." Ayu looked at Bai Feng not far away, and saw that she was stunned, as if she didn't believe what was happening in front of her.
"I will go." Run Wentao said.
Ayu replied: "Then take me with you. Don't worry, I will never drag you down!"
"Ayu, I thought you wanted to stay with the senior for a while..." Bai Feng said, "After all, the future is uncertain now."
"Grandpa said that as long as I follow you, I can become a master swordsmith like grandpa." After Ayu said that, Fu Wentao immediately agreed: "Brother Bai, Ayu's forging skills are far superior to mine. She There will definitely be a use for it.”
Bai Feng smiled and nodded, recalling the memory of when he and Ayu first met, and said, "The little beggar back then has become a person who can stand alone."
In the miscanthus on the mountainside, there are several lines of footprints of different depths, but they all point forward. The wind blew across the snow-covered land, and they met the travelers who were about to go down the mountain. This time, they were not blown away by the strong wind. Instead, there was a primitive impulse from deep in their hearts that prompted them to look forward to and long for the future. .
