Wuming nodded in agreement. He also wanted to see how heavy the hammer in the waiter's mouth was. After months of hard training on the road, he now has the ninth level of soul refining, and his physical strength is probably tens of thousands of kilograms. , I can’t believe that I can’t lift this little hammer.
Seeing Wuming agreeing so quickly, Master Mang dropped the hammer on the ground with a smirk on his face. Wuming suddenly became serious and his eyes were solemn. Several cracks appeared in the place where it was hit. How heavy can it be? The ground cracked.
Master Mang pointed at the hammer: "Please."
In the Imperial Capital of Dayan, there was a circle of people outside Mang Ji's blacksmith shop, and in the middle of the circle was Wuming who was gearing up. When passers-by learned that someone was going to lift Master Mang's hammer, they immediately formed a circle. Those people were very excited. I looked at this unknown number of people who came to Master Mang for help with interest.
Wuming looked at the people gathered around and frowned slightly. He did not expect that so many people would come to watch just by raising a hammer. He only hoped that it would not affect his plan.
What Wuming didn't know was that if something big hadn't happened today, the number of people gathered would have been several times greater.
"This man looks young, but his figure doesn't look like he has much strength." Someone in the crowd said.
The people around him heard this and agreed: "Yes, this guy looks like he doesn't have much meat, but he wants to pick up Master Mang's hammer. He is so young." After saying that, the man shook his head, his tone filled with emotion. Overestimation of the nameless.
The nameless person in the crowd was not affected by the sounds around him. He tensed up and mobilized all his strength to concentrate on his arms. He tightly grasped the handle of the hammer with both hands. He exerted force on his body and leaned back, trying to He picked up the hammer, but it was not picked up as he imagined.
Wuming had originally deduced from the waiter's words that Master Mang should be a cultivator, but he didn't know his level, but it was a good guess. This was the first time he saw the man in black and Ren Pingsheng. , a practitioner other than Ye Yuntian.
When Wuming kept trying to pick up the hammer, but the hammer didn't move at all on the ground. Now Wuming felt like he was standing in front of a big mountain, as small as a grain of sand, unable to shake it at all.
Everyone was accustomed to seeing Wu Ming act like this. Over the years, they had not seen it like this. There were seventy or eighty times, if not a hundred, and they all ended in failure. So not long after, everyone who had gathered together dispersed.
Master Mang closed his eyes and smoked the cigarette rod he took out from nowhere. White smoke continued to spit out from his mouth, and finally he spit out a white eye circle before slowly opening his eyes, grinning and saying: "Aren't you ready to give up? You won't be able to pick it up like this for two hundred years, so why not just give up and go home early to wash up and sleep."
When Wuming heard this, he did not give up because of his words, and continued to work hard to pull out the hammer. At this time, he was sweating like rain, and big drops of sweat kept falling from his forehead.
Wuming thought, he had broken through to the ninth level of Soul Refining, and his physical strength was at least over ten thousand kilograms, but he could not shake the hammer. This shows how high Master Mang's own cultivation level is, and yet such a master appeared among mortals. A blacksmith shop was opened in a country in the world.
The reason for this can't help but make Wuming a little confused. Could it be that he has been practicing for a long time and wants to have a leisurely life?
Just as Wuming was thinking, a hand quietly reached out and tapped his shoulder. Wuming turned his head and saw a woman in goose-yellow clothes looking at him with a smile. It was Liu Miaoyun who he had rescued earlier.
"Hey, isn't this a girl from the Liu family? Why do you think of me playing this game again?" Before Wuming could ask why Liu Miaoyun was here, he heard Master Mang and Liu Miaoyun saying hello. It was clear that they knew each other well. It's been a long time.
Liu Miaoyun opened her eyes wide and said with a smile: "Didn't I hear that someone is challenging you again? So I came over to have a look and brought you the pastry you like." As he said, a Lifting something wrapped in lotus leaves.
Master Mang walked over and took the bag of pastries, with a smile on his face. He laughed: "You are so thoughtful, girl." As he spoke, he opened the lotus leaf. There were several pieces of pastry placed neatly on the lotus leaf, and the air There is also a faint fragrance permeating the inside, including the refreshing fragrance of lotus leaves and the rich milky fragrance of pastries.
Liu Miaoyun then looked at Wuming beside him: "Hey, long time no see?"
"Yeah." Wuming didn't have anything to say, he just replied lightly and wanted to continue trying to pull out the hammer. It seems that Liu Miaoyun just happened to come here to visit Master Mang and happened to meet him.
"Why do you two know each other?" Master Mang's eyes shifted from the pastry to the two of them. Liu Miaoyun's identity is extremely noble in the Great Yan Kingdom, and it is not something that ordinary people can recognize.
"I know, I still owe him my life. If it weren't for him, no one would give you cakes to eat in the future." Liu Miaoyun looked at Wuming and said with a smile.
Before Wuming could speak, Liu Miaoyun answered first. Liu Miaoyun looked at Wuming again and asked with a smile: "I finally met you. I have been looking for you for a long time since I came back last time. I didn't expect to meet you here. , do you think this is fate?"
Wuming looked into her eyes. Liu Miaoyun's eyes were very beautiful. Her big eyes had a moving brilliance and her long eyelashes added to her charm.
Regarding Liu Miaoyun's question, Wuming was speechless. He did not expect to meet Liu Miaoyun on the first day he entered the city after so many days of seclusion.
Seeing Wuming's silence, Liu Miaoyun looked at the hammer on the ground but was not angry. He still smiled and said, "What do you want to hit Uncle Mang for?"
"knife."
"Knife? Isn't this thing only used by old men? Why don't you want a sword?" Liu Miaoyun was a little curious about what Wuming wanted the knife for, but was afraid of asking Wuming directly, so he thought of asking in another way.
Wuming shook his head and had no intention of answering. Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Liu Miaoyun gave up.
What Wuming was thinking about was that he wanted a knife, a fast knife, a knife that could avenge him.
"After all these years, no one can pull out Uncle Mang's hammer. Do you want me to beg Uncle Mang for you?" There was a sly look in the girl's eyes. Wuming was thinking about whether to use the favor she owed, but before she could wait, After he made his choice, Liu Miaoyun took the lead and said, "This time you agree to one condition. You can't use the favor from last time to pay for it. I have a special favor that I want to ask you for."
Wuming was a little unsure for a moment. Liu Miaoyun looked like the eldest lady of a wealthy family in the imperial capital. What kind of things could she ask him to do?
After thinking for a moment, Wuming agreed. With his cultivation, how could he cause any trouble in this mortal capital? Except for Master Mang in front of him, there is only the Blood God Sect, and the Blood God Sect is the purpose of his coming here.
Seeing that Wuming agreed, Liu Miaoyun stopped ink and looked at Master Mang. When Master Mang saw her looking at him, he knew what she meant. He rolled his eyes and asked Wuming about the request for the knife and said, "You can come back at this time tomorrow." .”
Then he walked towards the shop, muttering as he walked: "I have a soft mouth. If I had known, I wouldn't have eaten this girl's cakes all these years."
"Hey hey hey." Hearing the muttering coming from inside, Liu Miaoyun couldn't help laughing again, "Let's go." After saying that, Liu Miaoyun walked in one direction first.
"What do you want me to help you with?" Wuming followed Liu Miaoyun and saw that she could really get Master Mang to help, so he asked her what she wanted from him.
"Do you know the biggest thing that happened in the city recently?" Liu Miaoyun did not directly say what it was. Instead, she asked Wuming about what happened in the city.
"Are you talking about the seventh princess's contest to recruit a bride?" Wuming thought for a while and said, this is the biggest thing he has known since entering the city, but what does this have to do with Liu Miaoyun?
"Yes, that's it." Seeing that Wuming knew, Liu Miaoyun seemed very happy, and continued: "I want you to participate in the competition to find a bride, and get first place."
"Tell me the reason?" Wuming was very surprised by Liu Miaoyun's request. The first place in the martial arts competition had to marry the seventh princess. Why did he want to marry the seventh princess himself? Wuming didn't know that Mang, who selected the materials in the blacksmith shop, The master's face was full of weirdness. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed his mouth again.
"Well, the Seventh Princess and I have been playmates since childhood, and we have a very good relationship. This time her martial arts competition to find a bride is not what she wants, but she has no choice, so she and I discussed finding someone with strong martial arts. Someone won the championship, and then the two of them faked a marriage to deal with His Majesty the Emperor, and that person is you." Liu Miaoyun seemed to be organizing her words, and after thinking for a while, she explained.
After listening to Liu Miaoyun's words, Wuming did not regret it. Anyway, it was a fake marriage and it would have no impact on him.
"I can agree to this, but I have a condition. I can't be stopped by getting married."
Seeing that Wuming had no intention of going back on his word, Liu Miaoyun was satisfied and said: "In five days, there will be a competition to recruit a bride. Then remember to go to the square in the center of the city." Wuming nodded and took note.
Liu Miaoyun had nothing to explain and wanted to leave first. Suddenly she thought of something and turned around to ask Wuming: "Have you thought about what to use that favor for?" Wuming shook his head, "Then can you tell me what your name is? ?"
Wuming was startled. He originally had no name and no surname. Wuming was also the name everyone in Lishan Town gave him. Now they are all gone and only the master is left. But the master does not know if he is still alive, and he did not give himself a name.
"My name is Li You." Li You, Li You, Li is homophonic to Li, a wanderer from Lishan, where he grew up. Now he is wandering alone, not knowing when he will return home.
"Okay, then I'll see you later, Mr. Li. Don't forget our agreement."
Saying goodbye to Liu Miaoyun, Wuming went back to the inn. When Wuming arrived at the inn, it was already dusk, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. There were many more guests in the inn, which was still deserted at noon, and many people were discussing the contest to recruit a bride. .
