Hearing that Lin Qianmeng almost revealed the truth, Mu Yun secretly wiped away the cold sweat, thinking that it is only right for you to keep these three words "Qi Xuegu" in your heart. Then I saw him cheering up, coming to stand near the bellows, and then pulling the lever with all his strength to continuously send fresh air into the furnace.
As the saying goes, "Fire borrows the power of the wind, and the wind assists the power of fire." The bellows equipped with this furnace itself is not an extraordinary thing. Coupled with Mu Yun's full force at this moment, the true fire of Samadhi in the furnace instantly soared into the sky with majestic flames. , raging fire spewed out from the furnace mouths on all sides, forcing everyone to retreat continuously.
The flames rose higher and higher, and the intensity of the fire became larger and larger. Gradually, a wall of fire formed around the furnace. The scorching heat made the surrounding area scorching, and everyone nearby felt difficulty breathing and sweating profusely. The figures of Xing Zhenliang and Mu Yun in the fire scene gradually became blurred, and finally they were no longer visible.
Xing Zhenliang sat upright on the Crouching Dragon Car, with an unpredictable expression on his face. After a while, he coughed lightly and said, "Okay, Mr. Qi, the power of the Earth Flame Jade is enough to support the fire. Please stop now."
After all, Mu Yun's injury has not healed, and he is exhausted after several exercises. At this moment, he felt like he was being pardoned. He let go of the lever and said sarcastically: "Mr. Xing, please forgive me. I just wanted to help you out. I had no choice but to take this step, this... in short, I am very ashamed."
Xing Zhenliang looked calm and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I really wish that my little boy had adopted an adopted son like you. It's a pity that he was always an infatuated child. He died early due to worry and illness, leaving only The next girl will be taken care of by a bad old man like me."
Mu Yun was also filled with emotion, so he said sincerely: "Old Xing is a hero who is unparalleled in the world, and he is also deeply affectionate. It is not wrong for Miss Xing to follow you. As for Uncle Xing's deep affection and his death, although it is a bit sad, but To be able to meet a lover who falls in love with you in this life is enough to envy others."
Xing Zhenliang sighed softly and said: "Ying Yatou's biological mother's name is Dieyu. She was originally a servant in the building. It's not because of this that I dislike her. It's just that she always likes to play music, chess, calligraphy, painting, silk and bamboo opera and the like. I don't like the idea of using boring tricks to confuse my little boy."
Mu Yun couldn't comment on this, so he could only lower his head and remain silent. Xing Zhenliang seemed to be in a trance. After a moment, he sighed and said: "The deceased is gone. No matter how much we regret it, it is in vain. I still can't let go. Come to think of it. There is only Ying girl."
Seeing that Mu Yun seemed to be hesitant to speak, he couldn't help but say with a wry smile: "Ying girl has grown more and more like her mother over the years, and her mind has become more active. In addition, the girl's congenital deficiencies, I'm afraid it's really I can't inherit the old man's mantle, alas... This really makes me helpless."
Although Mu Yun also felt that this statement was reasonable, he still expressed consolation on his face: "Miss Xing is still young after all, and you, Mr. I will work hard to take over this heavy burden as soon as possible."
Xing Zhenliang smiled, slowly shook his head and said: "You're welcome, Young Master Qi. I don't think I have a few good years left, and Ying Yatou is not destined to be that material. So if you want to keep the reputation of this swordsmanship hall from falling, you must do it as soon as possible." It is only right for Ying Yatou to find a husband who can take over the burden."
Mu Yun's heart skipped a beat, and he heard Xing Zhenliang's meaningful words: "Before my little boy passed away, he made a pair of strange swords for Ying Yatou with his own hands. The name of this pair of strange swords is '鹣鲲', which means We have a deep love for each other, and we have always prepared it as a gift for Ying Yatou to choose her husband in the future."
Mu Yun felt even more strange and couldn't help but said sarcastically: "Miss Xing's wedding is indeed named Wenya. Speaking of which, our Long Zhengyang and Master Long are about the same talent and appearance as Miss Xing. Is Mr. Have you ever considered bringing the two of them together?"
Xing Zhenliang paused slightly and said calmly: "Young Master Long has outstanding martial arts skills and a generous and indifferent temperament. I really like him very much. It's just that Ying Yatou's marriage is related to the future survival of the Sword Master. If he really possesses superb casting skills, The young hero will naturally be more favored by the old man."
The meaning in his eyes as he spoke could not be more obvious. Mu Yun's heart was shaking when he heard it. He couldn't help but recall Xing Zhiying's beautiful face, tall figure, bright and naive manner, and sweet words. Suddenly, he felt My mouth was dry, and my face was as hot as a soldering iron that had just left the fire.
But the longing in his heart only lasted for a moment. Mu Yun immediately felt that it was inexplicable and ridiculous. He shook his head and said with an apologetic expression: "Thank you Mr. This matter will never change in my lifetime, so I can only ask for your understanding."
Xing Zhenliang laughed and said disapprovingly: "Young Master Qi is overly concerned. Didn't you say it before? It's natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines. What's more, Miss Yu and Ying Yatou have a close personal relationship, and they will probably not serve the same husband together in the future. If discord arises, wouldn’t everyone be happy?”
Mu Yun's face was burning, and he quickly said seriously: "Mr. That is the intention of the two of them to stay loyal to each other, so the younger generation will definitely not dare to commit blasphemy."
Xing Zhenliang frowned and said slightly: "Really? Qi Shaoxia pushed back and forth like this. Could it be that he doesn't like Ying Yatou? Hehe... Even if Ying Yatou is really unsatisfactory, she still has this whole system of governance after all. Is it true that Qi Shaoxia is not tempted by the sword hall as a dowry?"
Mu Yun seemed to be paused for a moment, then said in a serious voice: "Mr. , I think that my moral character is shallow, so I really don’t dare to accept such a great blessing."
Xing Zhenliang's expression relaxed, he stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Young Master Qi even said 'dare not', which in my opinion is too self-effacing. Your fire-control and forging skills have reached the pinnacle, even this old man would sigh." For example, other than you, who else is worthy of being the future owner of this sword master's hall?"
Mu Yun hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind and said: "Young men dare not deceive Mr.
After he said this, he thought Xing Zhenliang would be shocked, but unexpectedly, Xing Zhenliang just smiled slightly, and then calmly said: "Oh... Then one of the magic weapons is the Pure Yang Fire-Repelling Bead, right?"
Mu Yun was surprised, and couldn't hide his embarrassment and said: "It turns out that Mr. Senior's men fought for that draw."
