(Since ancient times, there have been countless killings, but weapons have never been guilty)
Lanfeng and the others quickly walked to the door of the inn and saw many people inside and outside. In the middle of the crowd, Ruoxue was pressing a man to the ground.
"Why didn't you scream? Huh?!" Ruoxue said harshly.
Lanfeng was afraid that things would get serious, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Ruoxue away: "Okay, auntie, why do you need to be like these mortals?"
"Leave me alone! I'm going to make his face bloom today!" Ruoxue was angry when she heard the crowd start to commotion, a cloud of dust rising in the distance, mixed with the rapid sound of horse hooves.
"Hey, the Luo family is here..." Baixin shouted in a low voice from the side.
Not long after, several fast horses surrounded Lanfeng and the others. The people on the horses all carried long swords on their backs, and their faces were covered with helmet cloth, making it difficult to see their faces.
The man who was knocked to the ground by Ruoxue hurriedly stood up and pointed at Ruoxue: "That's her, that's her! The young master's custom-made cloak is on her!"
After hearing this, a man on the horse threw the long knife to the ground, got off the horse, walked to Ruoxue and said, "Girl, I'm sorry!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to take off the cloak from Ruoxue. Lanfeng frowned, stepped in front of Ruoxue and put the man's hand away. He shouted: "Are the men in Yancheng so careless?"
Seeing Lan Feng's swift attack, the man didn't waste any time. He picked up the long knife on the ground and slashed at Lan Feng.
"You dare!" Ruoxue shouted, and she jumped into the air and drew out the brocade-haired white bone blade to attack. With a sound of "Dang!", the long knife in the man's hand broke into two pieces. Several other men on horseback saw this and jumped off their horses to fight back, but they heard a clear male voice from the crowd: "Slow down!"
The crowd divided into two sides, and the man came towards them. He must be in his early thirties, with a square face, squinting rat eyes, and a splayed lip. He is wearing a carved fur coat and holds a pair of lion head walnuts in his hand. He looks like a shrewd businessman. And behind him, the proprietress of the clothing store was following.
"I'm Mr. Luo, may I ask who you are?" the man said, looking around at everyone.
Lanfeng asked Ruoxue to stand behind him and casually kicked the broken knife under the men and horses.
"We are foot traders coming from the Luzhou border. What can Mr. Luo give us?" Lan Feng said.
When Mr. Luo saw that these people were wearing thin clothes but were very skilled, he smiled and said: "Little brother, this girl is wearing the cloak that I ordered three months ago. Now that you are buying and selling by force, I'm afraid it's... It doesn’t make sense. Otherwise, how about I return the money to you and you give me the cloak?”
Lan Feng smiled, pointed at the proprietress beside him and said, "Brother, I'm afraid you still don't know the cause of the matter. My sister and I went to her store to buy clothes. After looking around, we fell in love with this cloak. . But this landlady is joking that we can’t afford it. Do you know what I mean?”
Mr. Luo's face darkened when he heard this. Of course he knew what Lan Feng meant. If the landlady directly said that the cloak was not for sale, Lan Feng and the others would be at fault, but she said these words that she could not afford it. Isn’t this just telling others that if they can afford it, they can sell it?
"Lady boss." Mr. Luo shouted.
Seeing Mr. Luo's ugly face, the proprietress hurriedly stepped forward and begged Lanfeng: "Little brother, this is the servant's house and I look down on others. I'm here to apologize to you. Please advise this girl to return that cloak to you." Mr. Luo."
Lan Feng turned around and glanced at Ruoxue, but the latter shouted: "Look what I do! Is there any reason for me to take off the clothes I'm wearing?!"
Lanfeng smiled helplessly and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, I'm afraid you can't take this cloak with you. However, we are new to your land and don't want to make a quarrel with you. When we go to Jiuzhou, we will bring with us the treasures. Quite a few, let’s see what Mr. Luo wants to change.”
Third Master Luo knew that Lan Feng's words came after he had gone down a flight of stairs. He had just seen Ruoxue cut off the long sword with one blow, and heard from the clothing store proprietress that Lan Feng had defeated five or six big men by himself. If they really fight, it is not certain who will win and who will lose. Since the other party has given him this step, it is better to give him a favor.
"It doesn't matter, this cloak was knitted by my mother. I originally wanted to give it to my brother who is fighting on the front line. Now that I see that this girl is very skilled, I am worthy of this material. I just don't know what treasures my little brother can bring to the battle. Someone?" Luo Sanye said.
Lan Feng turned around and whispered a few words in Mo Yun's ear, and then asked Mr. Luo: "Maybe the official is looking for a casting place?"
Mr. Luo was stunned for a moment, thinking that he wanted to see what treasures these people could come up with. He waved his hand to disperse the crowd and said, "Follow me."
The group of people walked through the streets and alleys and came to a blacksmith shop. When the owner of the shop saw it was Mr. Luo, he stepped forward to greet them. Mr. Luo San said: "Little brother, everything here is complete. Take a look."
Lan Feng nodded and said: "Yes, I dare to ask the officer, what kind of weapons does your brother use?"
Mr. Luo San said: "My brother Ma Zhan Wushuang has an ax and a halberd eight feet long in his hand. Why, does my little brother still know the art of casting?"
Lan Feng laughed: "Brother Mo Yun, please."
Mo Yun was speechless, walked to the furnace and waved, only to see scraps of copper and iron flying into the furnace. After a while, these hundred and ten weapons turned into molten iron and floated on the furnace.
"Lan Feng, get angry!" Mo Yun said.
Lan Feng took out a fire folder, pretended to blow the flames and poured the Yinghuo Demon Fire into the furnace. In an instant, the blacksmith's shop was filled with red light, and the molten iron in the furnace gradually condensed under the demonic fire.
Mr. Luo was shocked. As a mortal, he had never seen such a battle before. He was just glad that he did not confront these people.
Lan Feng saw something wrong with his expression and said hurriedly: "No need to panic, officials. We are not gods and monsters. We are just doing business all year round and have learned some ingenious alchemy skills to earn a living."
After hearing Lan Feng speak like this, Mr. Luo relaxed a little.
After another quarter of an hour, Mo Yun took out the concentrated molten iron and stretched out his arms to see that the molten iron turned into an axe.
Mo Yun's movement didn't stop, he stepped on the ground with one foot and kicked out a square of stone and soil to wrap the molten iron in it. The green smoke suddenly extinguished, Mo Yun stood it on the ground, raised his hand and said in a circle: "It's done."
Everyone saw the stone and soil cracking apart, and a phoenix-winged black-gold ax and halberd standing in the middle.
Mo Yun held up the ax and halberd and struck it. The five-foot-thick granite stone next to it was broken into two pieces. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no trace of any debris!
"What a magical weapon!" Luo Sanye's little eyes shone brightly. He said in wonder, "With this magical weapon, why should my brother not be able to kill the enemies on the border? Come here, take this magical weapon back and send it out tomorrow." Send immediately to my brother!"
Several servants responded and lifted the ax and halberd. Mr. Luo said happily: "Brothers, we have never known each other before we started fighting. Thank you very much for building this magic weapon for me today. If you don't mind it, how about you come and stay at my house for a few days?"
Lan Feng said: "Thank you for your kindness. We are coming down from the north to meet up with our old friends. Now there are not many days left before we meet, and we also want to leave quickly. If we are destined to do so, we can go to the small house again. It’s not too late to get together.”
Mr. Luo Sanye saw that these people were in the world and didn't bother to stay when they met by chance. He said, "Where are you going?"
Lan Feng said: "Wutai Mountain Manjusri Dojo."
Mr. Luo Sanye was shocked: "Don't you know that the foot of Mount Wutai is where the battle took place?"
Lan Feng and others looked at each other for a moment. Since they came out of the demon world, they knew nothing about the disputes in the world, but these things had nothing to do with them.
Lanfeng smiled awkwardly and said, "Ah, I know. But it doesn't matter. We have an appointment at Wenshu Monastery on the mountain to reminisce about the past. It is impossible for the war at the bottom of the mountain to affect Manjushri Bodhisattva's dojo."
Mr. Luo Sanye said: "That's true, but even if we go to the Manjushri Dojo, I think they can handle it with their skills. It's a pity that the army led by my brother is not there, otherwise I would have given you a lift."
After a few words of greeting, Lan Feng and others said goodbye to Mr. Luo and walked towards the inn. Ruoxue felt unhappy along the way. Lan Feng asked her why, and she only said that these unscrupulous people were just beating her up, and she also spent a lot of time to build a magic weapon for him.
After hearing this, Lanfeng and the others also burst out laughing. Mo Yun said, "Didn't Miss Ruoxue see that those performances were just for Mr. Luo?"
Ruoxue was stunned, and Mo Yun continued: "The reason why we forge weapons for him in front of him is just to let him see how powerful we are. The molten iron in my hands and the tempering of Lan Feng's demon fire will make him think that we are powerful." It was not in vain, the last blow cut off the granite, just to let him see the power of this divine weapon. It's just that I poured the stone-splitting method into that blow."
Ruoxue nodded confusedly and said: "In other words, not everyone can use that ax and halberd with such power."
Lanfeng took a deep breath and said: "That axe-halberd is just a little sharper than ordinary weapons. Weapons are not guilty, it just depends on who uses them. If used by evil people, it will be an evil blade for killing, while if used by good people, it will be a magical weapon for protection." "
"I just didn't expect that the war in the world would start." Mo Yun said.
Lan Feng frowned: "At the beginning of the war in the world, it is the perfect time for the gods to gather the power of faith, but the news we got is that Sanqing sent back the Twelve Golden Immortals at this time."
"It seems that the Gods are going to make a big move." Mu Zhizhi murmured.
Lanfeng looked at Ruoxue beside her. She seemed not interested in these things about gods and monsters. Just playing with the brocade cloak on the side. In fact, it's not bad to have no worries. Lan Feng doesn't know what the future will hold. He envies Ruoxue for being able to live a good life today without worrying about tomorrow, but he also knows that what he carries has been determined since he was born.
It is ironic to say that Lanfeng wants to overturn the gods' destiny to liberate all things, but who should liberate his own destiny?
The sun was setting in the west, Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng were watching the fireworks filling the world by the window, and they didn't feel that the potpourri sachet on his chest suddenly lit up.
He took out the bamboo leaves inside, and the bright word "山" came into view, but under the word "山" there were four more words: "Don't wait, go quickly"...
