On this day, Yang Yifei and Li Mochou had left the scope of the six counties in Xiangyang and officially entered the "Mongolian District". As you can see, you will start to be desolate and defeated.

Wherever the Mongolian army goes, there must be massacres. First, this is the tradition of the Mongolian army, and second, the Han people in the occupied area are a hundred times that of the Mongolians. If they are not afraid of killing them, how could they be honest and obedient to the people?

While walking, I suddenly saw a blacksmith shop next to the road. Yang Yifei was happy and was about to find a blacksmith shop. When he met, he drove the carriage outside the blacksmith shop and stopped the horse and parked the car.

Li Mochou said in surprise: "Yang Lang, what are you doing here to park your car?"

Yang Yifei flipped his hand, and held the black iron heavy sword in his hand and said, "Look."

Li Mochouqi said, "Huh? What kind of sword is this? Why is it black all over?"

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "This is a black iron sword, and the whole body is made of black iron. Although it is about the same size as an ordinary long sword, it weighs 9981 pounds, which is extremely hard, making it invincible when it is about to open. I want to open this sword."

Li Mochou had never left the ancient tomb before, and her master would never tell her this. This was the first time she had seen Xuan Tie, but she didn't care. No matter what Yang Yifei wanted to do, she would be with her.

The two of them jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the blacksmith shop. After entering the door, they found that the blacksmith shop was very simple. There was a large anvil in the middle of the entrance, and the ground was covered with coal chips and iron. The stove door was covered with iron. There was only a little dark red sparks in the stove, and a lot of coal was piled on it. If the bellows were not pulled, the charcoal fire would neither burn nor extinguish.

There were a few plowheads and sickles hanging on the surrounding walls, and nothing else was left. The house was silent and there was no blacksmith.

In addition to this operating room, this blacksmith shop also has two side rooms on both sides. I guess the blacksmith master must have rested in the side room.

Yang Yifei turned to face the door and shouted, "Is the blacksmith at home? There is a business coming to the door."

After Yang Yifei shouted, a rhythmic "dongdong" sound came, as if some heavy object was hitting the ground one by one.

Soon, the knocking sound reached the door. Yang Yifei and Li Mochou looked at people, but saw that this was a middle-aged man who looked only in his forties but had gray hair.

Perhaps because of his long years of bent down to make iron, his back was a little hunched, his eyes were red and thin by fireworks, his left foot was disabled, and he was supported by a crutch under his shoulder.

Seeing this image, Yang Yifei felt aroused. Why did he look so familiar? Could it be...

Li Mochou said to Yang Yifei: "Yang Lang, the so-called force comes from under his feet. This blacksmith has a lame leg. Can he still beat iron? Don't destroy your black iron sword."

Yang Yifei's mouth curled up an inexplicable smile and said, "Don't underestimate anyone. As the saying goes, there is no diamond and no job in porcelain. Since this master dares to open a blacksmith shop, he must have unique skills."

"Is that true?" Li Mochou looked up and down at the blacksmith, with a look of suspicion in his eyes.

The two of them did not avoid the blacksmith master. After hearing the two of them, the blacksmith looked at Yang Yifei deeply, then turned his eyes to the black iron heavy sword in his hand, and his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

Originally, he thought that the black iron sword that Li Mochou mentioned was mixed with the black iron sword, but he never expected that it would be a whole sword made of black iron.

As a senior blacksmith, he naturally would not be unable to recognize the black iron. The black iron was extracted from the meteorites falling from the sky. It is the most treasure in the world. It was originally difficult to get one or two taels. In ordinary swords, guns, swords and halberds, just add half a tael to a few coins, and all iron becomes a weapon.

Where did this young man find so many black iron? Moreover, if this sword is really black iron in its entire body, wouldn’t it weigh 70 or 80 kilograms, so how can it make it easy?

The blacksmith looked at the Xuan Iron Sword, then looked at Yang Yifei again and said, "I wonder what the young master has to give?"

Yang Yifei took two steps forward, held the sword in both hands, handed it to the blacksmith, and said, "Master, please see, this sword has no edge or tip. I want to ask the master to help me open the edge and cast the tip."

The blacksmith took the blacksmith's sword with one hand, and only sank slightly, then held it firmly. Li Mochou finally saw the extraordinaryness of the blacksmith.

Yang Yifei praised: "The master is so strong, he has not asked the teacher for his surname."

The blacksmith said: "Don't be proud of the name, Feng."

Yang Yifei knew it was indeed him, Feng Mofeng, Huang Yaoshi's youngest disciple.

When Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng stole the Nine Yin Scriptures and escaped, indirectly killing the master's wife Feng Heng. Huang Yaoshi took his anger and broke their thighs and drove them out of Peach Blossom Island.

Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng and Wu Tianfeng were all broken, but when Feng Mofeng saw that he was young and his martial arts skills were low, he suddenly felt pity and only broke his left leg.

Feng Mofeng was sad and came from Xianghan to make a living in this countryside. He was speechless with the people in the world. He lived for more than twenty years and was still unknown.

It was not until ten years later that Yang Guo brought Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, and the silly Gu avoided Li Mochou's pursuit, and wanted to use a pair of scissors to cut off Li Mochou's whisk to come here, which allowed him to learn the information about the master again.

Feng Mofeng didn't know that his identity had been discovered by others, so he just looked through the Xuan Iron Sword and said, "If it is an ordinary iron, it can burn red in just one hour and be beaten in half an hour."

"But it takes three hours to burn the black iron light. If you want to make it, it will take a day and a night to make it. Can the young master need urgent use?"

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "Don't worry, the master just beats him slowly, don't be exhausted."

Feng Mofeng said: "Okay, the young master can come here to get the sword at this time tomorrow."

Yang Yifei said: "No need, we can just wait here. We still have some strength to help the master pull the bellows."

Feng Mofeng seemed to have just remembered something, and showed a sudden look and said, "Yes, the black iron is extremely precious, even if it is one or two or a half, it is hard to find for the people in the martial arts world. This black iron sword is worth seventy or eighty kilograms, which is priceless, but it is a villain Meng Lang."

Yang Yifei said seriously when he heard this: "I have no faith but the master's intention. If I were an ordinary blacksmith, I might even have the intention to see money. But why would I be such a despicable person in Huang Lao's evil school? I have no good places to go, so I have to wait here."

Feng Mofeng was shocked and could hardly hold the Black Iron Sword. He looked at Yang Yifei in shock and doubt, and said, "What are you saying?"

Yang Yifei sighed lightly, patted Feng Mofeng on the shoulder, and said, "Your junior sister Huang Rong, call me elder brother. You are a friend of Huang Laoxie. You don't need to worry too much in front of me."

In the eyes of Huang Yaoshi and others, Yang Yifei is already an old monster over 1,400 years old. Isn’t it just a friend who has forgotten his age?

"When Huang Laoxie expelled his disciples Lidao, and Chen Mei and the other two committed their own crimes. That's fine, Qu Lu, Wu and Feng, the four of you, were innocently affected, especially your brother Feng. You are the youngest and have a very pitiful life experience. Huang Laoxie misses him and is always resentful and deeply regrets him."

"In order to treat your leg injuries, he created a new internal mental method that cooperates with the whirlwind leaf sweeping legs. He meditates and practices qi every day according to the exercises. If the entry is fast, he can gradually resume walking in five or six years."

"The other few people have already received news, but you, Brother Feng, Huang Laoxie, have been looking for you for more than 20 years, but there has been no news. I didn't expect that today, I will see you here. I believe that if he finds out, he will be very happy!"

"Dong"

With a muffled sound, the Xuan Iron Sword fell to the ground. Feng Mofeng couldn't stop trembling all over, and in a moment, he burst into tears like rain. He kept murmuring: "Master...Master..."
Chapter completed!