In the evening, several people returned to Kucha City.
Because she was too tired, Poppy went back to rest early, and the other three people angrily stopped clinging to their ten-year dream.
A ten-year dream without poppies would always lack some flavor.
Just like if you occasionally take a bite of a bird, even if half a pound of the animal causes smallpox, you will never forget that bite of the bird.
Ling Muyun felt a little heavy.
Jia Nianxi's affairs have not yet been clarified, and there is another Liang Yin, so that's it. If you peel off the cocoon, you may be able to clear the sky and see the sun and the moon.
What happened to the overflow of true energy?
After running his true energy for dozens of weeks, the third watch was almost over, but he still couldn't detect any abnormality, which made Ling Muyun a little irritable.
"Parents, Shi Ni, Jia Nianxi, Liang Yin, Zhang Tianshi... foreigners!" Ling Muyun lay down slumped down and covered his face with the quilt: "Hey! Those who should listen to music can save themselves the trouble."
As he thought about it, Ling Muyun began to snore slightly.
"Squeak"
Shibanya Inn always insists on making a sound when opening the door, euphemistically called it to prevent thieves.
But who doesn't know that the actual owner of this inn is named Bai?
A thief is poor, not because he has a few extra arms and legs.
Regarding this matter, Ling Muyun even argued with the shopkeeper for a while, but who knew that the ultimate beneficiary would be himself.
The moment the thief opened the door, Ling Muyun had already woken up. He wanted to tease him and wanted to see what the thief was.
Unexpectedly, the thief was very cunning. He jumped up as soon as he stepped through the door. By the time Ling Muyun noticed something unusual, the thief had already left the house.
Ling Muyun stood up and jumped out of the inn looking for the thief.
The Shen Dharma chapter in "Grand Master's Thunderbolt Zhengfa" is quite exquisite. There is a flash of lightning after it is performed. Even if it does not use true energy, it is not comparable to ordinary Shen Dharma.
But after chasing him for a long time at night, not to mention how many tiles were crushed under his feet, he was still unable to catch up with the thief.
The thief walked on the wall as if he were on the ground, walked on the roof like flying, and could even run up a few steps on the waistline of the wall.
Ling Muyun chased for a long time, and when he saw the thief disappear, the thunder in his hand flashed, and the thunder in his palm landed in front of the thief.
The thief dodged, spun around, changed direction, and continued to flee.
Ling Muyun suddenly realized how to turn the thunder in his palm into a thunder ball, which was just a good practice, and he started to play tricks again.
So, while chasing, he used palm thunder to block the thief's front.
While you were chasing me, the palm thunder had matured, and it was like Ling Zheng when using it, hitting the thief on the back in an arc.
The thief took a thunderbolt from his palm, rolled around a few times, and did not escape. He pulled out the ink blade and turned to face Ling Muyun.
"Aren't you going to run away?" Ling Muyun weighed the thunder in his hands and asked jokingly.
"Master, what do you think of Mo Luo Youbai?"
The thief's voice sounded familiar, but Ling Muyun could never remember where he had heard it: "What Mo Luo Youbai! What are you trying to steal my Mo Blade for?"
"According to legend, during a thousand years of bloody battles, the alien race Fusheng accidentally obtained the blood-transforming magic sword and was invincible. Our ancestor Ou Yezi forged Mo Luo Youbai to resist." Seeing the disdain on Ling Muyun's face, the thief stopped talking.
"The story is good, but why did you steal my ink blade?"
"Mo Ren is Mo Luo Youbai!" The thief's voice was filled with helplessness.
"Oh! When you said that, I suddenly remembered who you are! The blacksmith from the past two days? I will smash your shop tomorrow!"
Ling Muyun said bitterly.
"Young master, I am not stealing Mo Luo Youbai, I just want to take a closer look and admire the magical skills of my ancestors!" The thief paused for a few breaths: "I am Ouhou, please accept your permission."
"You can lend me the knife and tell me why you did that theft thing? I see you clearly don't want to return it!" Ling Muyun scolded.
"That's not my intention!" Ou Hou straightened his back and said loudly.
That day, when Ou Hou saw Mo Blade for the first time, he felt a sense of déjà vu, but no matter what, he did not remember that he had forged this weapon.
It wasn't until I took the Mo Blade and held it in my hand that I was certain that the Mo Blade might be the legendary Mo Luo Youbai.
Not because of its dark body and style, but because of its weight.
According to family tradition from generation to generation, Mo Luo Youbai weighed five kilograms, four taels and three cents, and as a blacksmith, he had developed the skill of weighing.
No matter what kind of object you put it in your hands, you will know its exact weight.
Therefore, although Ou Hou remained calm, doubts arose in his heart.
He thought he could put it in his hand for verification, but Ling Muyun refused to put the ink blade in the blacksmith shop.
Ou Hou could only "sell" one of the three remaining scabbards to Ling Muyun, and then follow it carefully, waiting for an opportunity to retrieve the ink blade and examine it carefully.
"One of the three scabbards?"
"Indeed, Young Master, it is a family rule that Mo Luo You Bai is not included in the famous instrument list. However, each of the three scabbards fits it perfectly! The moment the sword was inserted into the scabbard, I was sure that the Young Master was holding it. It is indeed Mo Luo You Bai!"
After Ou Hou finished speaking, he handed the Mo Blade hands to Ling Muyun: "Young Master, my behavior has insulted my ancestors, I will give it back to you now!"
"Yeah!" Ling Muyun was afraid that Ou Hou would trick him, so he was cautiously prepared. Unexpectedly, Ou Hou actually returned the ink blade.
"The ink blade is a thing left by my mother. It is inconvenient to leave her. If you want to see it, come to my room and watch it. Don't leave my sight!" Ling Muyun felt that what Ou Hou said was true and was grateful for his piety, so he agreed.
"Seriously?" Ou Hou was overjoyed and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master, for your great kindness!"
According to Ou Hou, the casting skills he inherited have long been gone. However, the iron smelting technology is somewhat famous in Qiuci, and he has a few apprentices, so he has not lost his skills.
Ling Muyun was bored and didn't dare to completely believe Ou Hou. Therefore, he spent the whole night listening to Ou Hou's chatter and watching him knocking and beating Mo Ren.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Ou Hou put the ink blade back into the scabbard: "Sir, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. Although Ou Hou cannot copy Mo Luo Youbai, it is no problem to create a weapon according to this standard. Please rest assured, sir."
"I don't worry about you, uncle! What does your making of weapons have to do with me?" Ling Muyun cursed in his heart, but when he said it, he swallowed it back: "Don't talk nonsense about Mo Ren, I don't want to cause trouble."
Everyone knows that a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.
"Please rest assured, Master! Ou Hou is definitely not a person who talks nonsense." After Ou Hou finished speaking, he looked at the window and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Master!"
After that, exit the door.
Ji Kuang got up late and was about to ask Ling Muyun to have something to eat with him when he saw Ou Hou retreating from Ling Muyun's room with a cheerful expression on his face.
When Ji Kuang entered the room, he saw Ling Muyun sitting beside the bed with a tired face and dark eyes, and he suddenly understood the mystery.
"I didn't expect that Brother Ling has so many hobbies, I am ashamed of myself!"
"What?"
"There's nothing better than this in the Jin Dynasty! Brother Ling didn't sleep all night. He must be tired and sleepy, so I won't bother you." Ji Kuang looked at Ling Muyun with only the word "vulgar" in his eyes and nothing else.
"I'm tired, but not tired. I haven't slept for several nights, so I'm really sleepy!"
A night of singing and dancing, a night of watching the Sunda wind, and a night of looking at swords are not a few nights without sleep.
Ling Muyun pulled the quilt over him and said, "I'm going to take a nap. If I have anything to do, we'll talk about it tonight."
"Pay attention to your health! Brother Ling!"
Ji Kuang closed the door and took a deep breath: "What a shocking secret!"
