Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 1258 Martial Arts Scum
The impossible possibility in the entanglement of the Mobius ring is the embodiment of miracles.

Two points that cannot be met in the long river of history, time and space intersect and overlap in Mobius, before the eternal cage is opened, connect the beginning and the end, and become the answer to each other.

Beside the fire on the top of Qingyun Peak, Xiao Li was stunned for a moment when he heard the name Xia Feng gave.

"Sad autumn and rain?"

"Well, how about it, the name is not bad."

"Where does sadness come from?"

"I've lost my memory now, isn't that sad enough?"

"What about autumn?"

"Autumn is coming."

"Where are you leaving?"

"Li is the name of your master."

"What about the rain?"

"Why do you have so many questions? If you don't like it, you can take it yourself."

Xiao Li raised the corner of his mouth and showed a silly smile.

"Hehe, I'm just asking casually, it's good, I like this name very much."

Because of no memory, Xia Feng had no place to go after healed from his injuries. As for Xiao Li, this kid usually ran around, and when he was tired from swimming, he returned to Qingyun Mountain to rest for a few days before leaving.

With Xia Feng's assistance, this time Xiao Li finally made up his mind to create his own sect, and before officially establishing the sect, he still had one last thing to complete.

"Afeng, who made those two swords of yours, they are so powerful, I can't even tell the material."

Xia Feng was completely unaware of the saber and sword that he carried with him.

"I don't know, it's on me when I'm awake."

Xiao Li pondered for a long time, and finally expressed his thoughts.

"It's decided, I also want to find someone to make a sword of my own, and it will be my Qingyun sect's handed down sword."

Xia Feng looked at the shabby furnishings in the thatched cottage and Xiao Li's shabby clothes, and immediately sent out a soul torture.

"Do you have money?"

"money?"

"Yes, you must pay someone to make the sword."

Xiao Li stretched out his hand towards Xia Feng without hesitation.

"I have no money, you lend me."

"Me neither."

"Don't be like this, Ah Feng, don't be so stingy about our brother's life-threatening friendship."

Xia Feng turned his pockets outward.

"I really don't have any, except knives and swords. If you can find a penny from me, I will jump off this cliff immediately."

"kindness"

Xiao Li touched his chin and thought for a long time, then slapped his thigh.

"Ah Feng, there it is!"

"What's the matter?"

"Tomorrow we will go down the mountain to find a pawnshop. Anyway, your skill is so bad, why don't you give me your sword?"

"Go away, don't even think about it."

As the saying goes, a penny stumps a hero, and this is the first time that Xiao Li has been troubled by money at such a young age.

Of course, it is not that difficult to get money with his ability, but for this reclusive person who has just grown up, he does not have a deep concept of money.

The next day, Xia Feng and Xiao Li simply packed up their luggage and went down the mountain.

Regarding the issue of money, you can slowly figure out a solution on the road. The most important thing at present is to find a sword maker that suits your heart.

Xiao Li said that when he went to Dongyang City to participate in the martial arts conference, he heard that a swordsmith surnamed Huang was very famous.

However, the main reason for being famous is not the uncanny workmanship, but the extremely high cost performance.

To put it simply, this Master Huang cannot be said to be the most powerful swordsmith, but he is the cheapest in the same level, which is deeply favored by people in the Yan Kingdom's martial arts.

Especially those "jianghu people" who are not good at work but have a good face, I like it very much.

In this way, Xia Feng and Xiao Li, a person with amnesia and a stunned head, embarked on the journey of forging swords.

Although the luggage was a bit shabby, but with the skills of the two of them, they would not be hungry or cold.

Along the way, the two stopped and went, hunting for money, eliminating harm for the people, and even helping the caravan escort the darts and helping the police catch thieves.

They have lived in the wilderness, slept in a stable, and also lived in an inn. It can be said that they have tasted the customs and customs of various places, and the journey is happy.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at the town where the Huang family lived before winter came.

When Xia Feng and Xiao Li asked passers-by to find the blacksmith shop of Huang's family, they did not see the legendary Master Huang.

In the workshop, the iron stove was already freezing cold, and in the empty courtyard, they only saw a boy with dull eyes.

Xia Feng touched his head and walked to the side of the boy.

"Hey, little brother, are you from the Huang family? Let me ask, is Master Huang, the swordsmith, at home?"

The boy's eyes were still empty, and his voice seemed to have no emotion.

"No."

"Ah? Are you traveling far away?"

"died."

Before Xia Feng could react, Xiao Li next to him lost his composure and shouted at the top of his voice.

"What? Master Huang is dead? Then Afeng and I made this trip for nothing, hey, what a bad luck."

Indeed, this news made Xia Feng, who had traveled a long distance all the way, very disappointed, but vaguely, from the eyes of the young man sitting in the yard, he sensed that something seemed wrong.

"Little brother, let me ask, who is the deceased Master Huang?"

Hearing this question, the boy's fists under his clothes gradually clenched, and his voice revealed a little unwillingness.

"It's my dad."

Seeing his reaction, Xia Feng even guessed something.

"How did your father die?"

"He was... murdered."

After detailed questioning, Xia Feng and Xiao Li learned the cause of Master Huang's death.

The boy in the courtyard is the eldest son of the Huang family, named Huang Yi, who is only one year younger than Xiao Li.

According to Huang Yi, although their family's sword casting skills are well-known in the Jianghu, but because of the low price, they don't actually make money. Until so many years later, the family still lives in this small courtyard.

A month ago, Huang Yi's father received a batch of orders for long knives needed by a new gang. The quantity was 100. For the Huang family, this was considered a big deal. After discussing the price, Master Huang agreed. .

Unexpectedly, a few days later, another group of people came to the door and asked the Huang family to cancel the order for the long knife. Obviously, it was the hostile force of that gang.

Forging swords is about reputation, materials, craftsmanship, and finished products. Every link must be consistent with the negotiation, including the most important delivery date.

Faced with this inexplicable request, Master Huang naturally refused verbally, and angrily condemned this kind of vicious competition between gangs.

However, this time, Master Huang, who had a good reputation all his life, really encountered the scum in the world.

Within a few days, Master Huang, who was out shopping, encountered an accident.

In such a remote small town, the death of a person does not cause much disturbance at all. The police just investigated it casually and let it go.

As for who the murderer is, everyone knows well.

Afterwards, because he was worried that the other party would continue to retaliate, Huang Yi's mother fled back to his hometown with his young sister. As for him, he insisted on staying here and chose to inherit his father's blacksmith shop.

Of course, Huang Yi's real idea was to avenge his father.

But the sad thing is that Huang Yi learned sword-making skills from his father since he was a child, and he knew nothing about martial arts. Even if he knew who the murderer was, he was helpless as an adult.

After hearing the simple and easy-to-understand process of this matter, Xia Feng fell silent.

After a long time, he seemed to have made a decision in his heart, and spoke to Huang Yi who was squatting in the center of the yard.

"Huang Yi, I."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Li next to him let out a violent yell.

"I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off! Those scum, actually let me and A Feng go for nothing, I can't spare them, Huang Yi, where is the gang that killed your father, I'll kill them now! "

After saying this, Xiao Li looked at Xia Feng indignantly.

"Ah Feng, what did you want to say just now?"

"It's nothing, you told me everything."

(End of this chapter)