I promise

Chapter 853

There are no secrets in Luoyang City.

For the Mumens.

"Boss, Mu Dian has already gone to see Su Wei." Bi Chang hurried in, "The two of you have made an appointment to fight at Jinfeng Terrace at the moment of the day after tomorrow."

Jinfengtai is in Chang'an.Because of the large sycamore trees facing Xipi Lake, when autumn comes, the yellow leaves follow the wind, so it is named Jinfengtai.

When the Jin family was still alive, the martial arts conference held every three years was held here.

Mu Dianke invited Su Wei to a duel at Jinfeng Terrace, and his intention was self-evident, he wanted Su Wei to die.

In midsummer, in June, the scorching sun scorched the leaves of the willow trees in the yard curling up. Xia Chan lay under the shade of the willows, calling weakly one after another.

Han Luojun was striking iron under the tree with his arms bare, and the strong muscles on Guangguo's shoulders and back were glowing red with sweat. Every time he swung the hammer, a burst of sweat dripped from under the tree, soaking the rammed earth in the courtyard. .

He raised his head to signal that he heard it.Turning the iron sword over, another heavy hammer fell, smashing out a long string of splashing fire words.

"Boss, are you not in a hurry at all?"

Bi Chang's heart was on fire, and he circled around Han Luojun, and finally retreated because he couldn't bear the high temperature around the blacksmith's furnace.

"First it was Mu's house, then Qingshan. It stopped for two years, but it was because Chang Jihai took him to Changjiabao—it started again! Once Su Wei dies, it's our turn."

"What do you want?" Han Luojun threw the finished iron sword into the water tank.

"Chi la--", a long path along the scarlet red sword body, the cold well water suddenly rolled out of the white line.

Amidst the roaring sound, a white mist rose under the big tree, separating the two people who were talking on the opposite side.

"Of course, join hands with Su Wei to get rid of this witch!" Bi Chang yelled, obviously very emotional, "The fifth and sixth can't die in vain."

"And then?" Han Luojun asked.

Then?

Bi Chang was stunned for a moment: Killing people doesn't care!
"Then wait for Chang Qianfo to come back from southern Yunnan to settle accounts with you." Han Luojun said calmly, "Maybe before he comes back, Yumin will come to you first. There are two brothers, Mu Zijin and Mu Ziyan, both Anyone who can fight for her, who can you beat?"

"I'm not afraid!" Bi opened his neck and said, "Brother, are you afraid? Just because you are afraid of offending these people, won't the brothers take revenge?"

"Old Seven!" Gui Ruotong practiced his mace two feet away, when he heard a scolding.

Han Luojun was not annoyed.

As Bi Chang said, he was indeed afraid.

It's not that he's afraid of offending Chang Jiapu or the Mu brothers, but he's afraid that Ba Jun will do something bad again.

Be it Bi Chang or Gui Ruotong, even if they join forces, they will never be Mu Dianke's opponent.

That's why, in the past two years, as long as he was in Luoyang, he would definitely come to live in this small courtyard with Bi Chang and Gui Ruotong.

"Death is not to be feared, what is feared is death in vain." Han Luojun said, "Mu Dian dared to challenge Su Wei, which shows that her martial arts have recovered. At that time in the south of the Yangtze River, many people set up schemes, and they had nothing to do with her. Tan Zhou said Your life is already involved. How confident are you that if you join forces with Su Wei, you will definitely be able to kill her?"

Bi Chang choked.

Han Luojun continued, "Su Wei won't join hands with you either."

"Why?" Bi Chang asked unconvinced.

"He didn't dare." Han Luojun said, "Mu Dianke killed so recklessly in Luoyang, do you think she didn't think about the consequences? She didn't rely on the power of Feijiabao, but her value and value in the eyes of the leader. Useful. The more rampant and fierce the killing, the more it proves that she is capable and worth living. Whoever dares to raise a knife against her will have trouble with the entire Mu family."

Bi Chang didn't fully understand, but he could hear it: Mu Dianke murdered people in Luoyang, it was Mu Cangping's acquiescence and connivance.

Even Mu Cangping is her backer.

"Just sit and wait for death?" He gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.

"There is no other way." Han Luojun said, "Patience does not necessarily lead to survival; but if you get ahead, you will definitely end badly. Why don't you learn from Ruotong and calm down to accumulate your own strength. If you are not strong, let alone revenge."

"You can bear it, but I can't!" Bi Chang said angrily: "If you stretch out your head, you will also get a knife. I don't understand, brother, why are you so afraid of that woman—"

"Go in!" Han Luojun shouted.

Bi Chang was taken aback by Han Luojun's sudden appearance, and immediately followed Gui Ruotong and rushed over with a mace. He reacted quickly and turned his head to look behind him.

The courtyard door was open.

Close to both sides of the gate, there are two gardenia trees planted against the wall, with green branches and leaves, opening their petals.

An extra person appeared in front of the flower tree, a woman whose dress was cleaner than gardenias.

Yanlong eyebrows, cold pool eyes, cold white skin and the same color as the clothes, it's not Mu Dian but who.

"All go in." Han Luojun said again.

Gui Ruotong and Bi Chang reluctantly turned and entered the room.

No matter how much they argue in private, Han Luojun is still the backbone of the two of them, and they dare not disobey.

Mu Dianke walked in.

At this time, the quenching of the iron sword has been completed, and the white steam above the water tank is drifting away, changing from thick to light, and the host and guest can see each other's face clearly.

Apart from a hasty glance on Yuan Street, this was the first real meeting between the two.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fourth Miss." Han Luojun said.

Mu Dianke didn't say anything, his eyes slipped from Han Luojun's face, and fell on the unfinished iron sword in his hand.

Nowadays, most of the craftsmen casting swords only cast iron roots, and then decorate the iron roots with copper, iron, gold, jade and other materials as sword frames.

This kind of forming and continuous casting sword casting method is rare.

One is too difficult, and non-technical people cannot have this skill; second, the iron sword grid cast together with the sword is of single material, and it is difficult to break through in style, which is far inferior to the copper grid and jade grid that were later decorated. Luxurious and beautiful.

But what surprised Mu Dian was not Han Luojun's superb sword casting skills, but the four-color flower printed on the sword grid.

After calcined, different ore materials show different colors.

If it is said that there are inevitably impurities in the iron material for casting swords, one or two kinds are reasonable, and there are as many as four kinds, and each petal is the same color, with clear boundaries and no confusion, then it is not accidental, but deliberate.

"This kind of flower is called Yimihua." She stared at the sword for a while and said.

Han Luojun's face was as calm as a waveless ancient well, and ripples were caused by her words.

Mu Dian was sure that he was not mistaken.

So she continued, "It is said that this flower has extremely strong vitality and can survive in extremely arid and hot deserts. It only blooms once in its life, and it takes several years to complete the interspersed underground rhizomes, and it only emerges in the last year. On the ground, a small four-color flower bloomed. Two days later, the stems and leaves, together with the flowers, perish and wither."

Han Luojun's heart was suddenly touched and hurt, and there was a crack in his expression, which was keenly caught by Mu Dianke.

"I have been in the desert for many years. I have never seen this flower, and I have never heard of other people seeing it. Probably, it only exists in legends."

She looked at Han Luojun and smiled, "Did you hear what Yu'er said?"

Han Luojun replied silently.

"The way of heaven is clear, retribution is not good." Mu Dian said with a smile: "I thought, you made Yu'er suffer so much: you caused her to be humiliated, and even lost a pair of eyes, I should make you pay something... ...Looks unnecessary, you will punish yourself."

What can hurt people in this world has never been only hatred and killing, but also love and compassion.

Han Luojun has been a chivalrous hero for nearly ten years, and he has no wronged soul under the two maces, but he has hurt a weak woman alone. This will be a stain and pain that will never be erased in his life.

(End of this chapter)