Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 148 The Spark of Life

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After depositing the rented ox cart in the small post shop and telling him that someone would come to pick it up later, Yuan Fengzi and everyone slipped into the countryside surrounded by mountains and trees.

They followed Yuan Fengzi and Ayu all the way, first walked back to the mountain hut where Fu Wentao stayed before, and then found another way to turn to an even more uninhabited corner of the world.If you don't have absolute trust in others, approaching such a poor place is undoubtedly a dead end.

Although the boundary of Cangzhou is a plain, it does not mean that the terrain is not complicated: there are high and low slopes one after another, enough to bury many treasures tightly.

The hollow road made of rough rocks and sand and mud, with traces of wet and scoured water left on it, has now become the only way for them to climb mountains and ridges.Because compared with those more rugged places, this dry depression is more like a road.

The old blacksmith leading the way waved an iron hoe to open the mountain and dug a small hole protruding outwards as a ladder after one step, so that the latecomers would not need to spend much effort to go up the mountain.

For Yuan Fengzi, although he may not have set foot in dangerous places for a long time because of his old age, he is still familiar with the road. Compared with him, the three foreigners really pale in comparison.

Murong Yan's figure is not clumsy, but she has not traveled a lot and endured a lot of hardships, so every time she stepped on the slippery and soft mud, she had to slow down before taking the second step.In the end, she still had to bow her head to her inexperienced life experience, accept the kindness of the little girl in front of her, Ayu, and hold her small but rough hand that didn't match her age, before she dared to continue with confidence. Walk.

Bai Feng, who was at the end, had to take care of Fu Wentao, who had just recovered his strength, and also pay attention to the reckless "Master Miko" in front of him, and he was not as relaxed as Yuan Fengzi and Ayu.

What awaits them in front of them seems to be nothing but overgrown dense forests, mountain passes with many mountains and mountains, and strange insects and beasts that rarely appear in the secular world.

Now, they only need to care about the road under their feet, and don't have to think about how to avoid hunting, avoiding fighting, and avoiding the malice of the world, which is also a happy thing.And like this life, Yuan Fengzi spent nearly half his life.Perhaps because of this, people can see a very different temperament from him.

Even though Yuan Fengzi is an old man with a gray beard, and his neglected sideburns and long beard braided randomly make him look even ruder than ordinary peasants, but there is always a kind of temperament of an indifferent and wise man, lingering all the time Between his gestures.

The group of people has never stopped since they set off, and finally walked to the end of the valley road when the sun was setting, and a flat land located in the depression appeared in front of them.It looks like there used to be a lake there and it just became what it is now for some reason.

Now there are patches of white miscanthus growing there, just like the mansion of the Yuan family, maybe the miscanthus in the mansion was transplanted from this.

They jumped off the sea of ​​miscanthus cautiously and moved forward slowly facing the cool breeze.The wind blew the white Miscanthus petals flying all over the sky, coupled with the sudden coolness in the mountains, it was like a light snowfall suddenly fell from the sky.

The further you walk into the opposite hillside, the stronger the wind blows, sometimes enough to confuse people's eyes, like a natural barrier, preventing strangers from moving on.Only Yuan Fengzi walked forward against the wind with his thick arms. Although he never said a word, his eyes never left the front.

He seemed to be looking for something in the vast white ocean. Relying on the memory and keen sense of the past, he walked straight to a place, and immediately called his little granddaughter to pull out the pampas grass.In the middle of the pile of weeds, there is actually a pottery Buddha statue hidden.

After Yuan Fengzi got the Buddha statue, he shouted to everyone behind him: "Follow quickly, the opposite hillside is the destination!"

After walking like this for a long time, they finally came to a pothole.The entrance of this cave was covered by the thorns and miscanthus growing randomly nearby, so it was hard to find it.

Yuan Fengzi opened the way first and led everyone into the cave.After passing a dark distance, a huge stone gate suddenly appeared blocking the way.

The old blacksmith used the Buddha statue in his hand as a key, and by the light of others to find the location of the mechanism, stuck the Buddha statue on the door, and then turned it three times to the left and two times to the right, and the door was opened.

I thought the cave would be full of moisture and the atmosphere was weird, but unexpectedly, it was almost the same as the outside of the cave except that the four fingers could not be seen.

"I used to come to this imperial mausoleum often, so it was quite popular." Yuan Fengzi explained with great effort: "Besides, the imperial mausoleum is divided into two floors above ground and underground. We only live on the ground, so we don't have to be afraid of disturbing our ancestors. .”

After Yuan Fengzi finished speaking, he walked to a pothole, slowly pushed open the creaking wooden door, and invited everyone in.

This is an unusually visible bedroom, unusual in that it was built within a royal tomb.In addition to the bed and bedding, there is even a bronze mirror and a bathtub. These meticulous things must have been prepared by Yuan Fengzi for his little granddaughter Ayu.But it is a pity that there is only such a place in the entire tomb that can live.

"This bedroom is the place where the old man lived in seclusion in the past. Let it be used by the girls now?" Yuan Fengzi looked at the two young masters behind him, and said again: "You two, come with me. Everyone has worked hard all day , should also take a good rest."

After getting his grandfather's order, Ayu took a water container to the second floor of the imperial mausoleum where the underground water was stored, and ordered Murong Yan to start cooking with a tacit understanding, leaving the men alone for the time being. their business.

I saw Yuan Fengzi walking around the mausoleum with Bai Feng and the injured Fu Wentao until he reached a place full of strangeness, then he slowed down and slowly lit the lamp on the side of the road.

"Why... I heard the sound of weapons being handed over?" Fu Wentao murmured, "Could it be because I've been thinking about it day and night?"

"Hahaha...Silly boy, you heard me right." Yuan Fengzi said with a sneer, "Look at the front!"

I saw that this strange place was gradually illuminated by the fire, and rows of hanging weapons were displayed in front of my eyes.They were shaking slightly due to the cool wind that passed by from time to time, and they clashed with each other, making the so-called sound of weapons clashing.

"This place is the old 'Sword Cottage'." Yuan Fengzi said, and he was going to rekindle the fire that had been extinguished for a long time. "It's a pity that it has been abandoned for too long. I don't know if it can be used..."

"Senior, are you really the rumored swordsmith 'Yuan Fengzi'?" Bai Feng asked in surprise, "Why do you want to live in seclusion here, hiding your achievements and fame?"

While lighting the fire with some difficulty, Yuan Fengzi replied: "Since Shaoxia Bai wants to know, why not tell you...Before his family fell into ruin, the old man was also a man who yearned for the 'Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove' and was loyal. Among them, I especially love drinking and forging iron. Apart from playing with wine and meat all day long, I hide at home and forge iron forging tools. Until one day, I found that the sharp blade I forged with my own hands actually chopped off the heads of my family members..."

"Senior..." Fu Wentao looked at the old man's back with emotion, and asked, "Then you will never make swords again?"

"Hehe...Since then, I have kept my name incognito and lived by doing the most humble things. I thought I could let go of everything in the past and live an ordinary life from now on." Looking at the two juniors, he said: "Unfortunately, I can't let go of my own character. I sold everything and opened a blacksmith shop in the abandoned mansion, pretending to forge some kitchen knives and agricultural tools for the people in the village. For a living, in fact, I just couldn't help my inner desire. Later, in order to avoid the court's eyeliner, I moved this sword house to the ancestor's imperial tomb!"

After finishing speaking, Yuan Fengzi turned around to light a fire for the forge with a sense of resentment. Unexpectedly, it would catch fire at one o'clock this time, and a smile appeared on his face in an instant, and said: "I don't need to drink the wine, But the matter of forging iron has been started since I can remember, how can I leave it?"

The fire in the forge suddenly rose, illuminating the dark tomb and making the rows of rusted weapons glisten.For the owner of this sword hut, the forge is like his life, and it probably won't stop burning until it is destroyed one day.

(End of this chapter)