Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 162 The Spark of Life

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At the same time, Bai Feng, Murong Yan and others who have spent several days and nights in the mysterious mountain foothills are still unaware that a huge danger is quietly approaching.

Due to the lack of materials, the life in the ancient tomb will not be too easy and comfortable, so people often need to go hunting to satisfy their hunger.

In terms of setting traps, the old blacksmith Yuan Fengzi is a master, and his granddaughter Ayu is even more in the same line.For the sake of safety and privacy, they went out of the ancient tomb to hunt during the day, and they would call other people to go out of the ancient tomb together in the dead of night.

Sometimes it is to explore all directions and observe whether there are any abnormalities; sometimes it is Yuan Fengzi's whim, he finds a shaded mountain beside the miscanthus sea as a cover, and builds an oven to hold a small bonfire dinner. This comforts everyone who is tired physically and mentally from running around.

The old blacksmith recalled more than once: "When Xianbei and Yuan Wei gained power, dinner parties were often held in the city. The young girls who were in love, the guards of the town, and the dignitaries in power, no matter they were high or low, they would gather in groups. Get together. At the banquet, they get to know each other and play with each other. Gongs, drums, flutes, singing and dancing, it’s so lively..."

Under the same vast starry sky, they listened to the stories of the past and enjoyed the delicious food they hunted.After eating and drinking enough, Yuan Fengzi and Ayu will return to the sword house in the ancient tomb, while Bai Feng and Fu Wentao often gather together to study and exchange martial arts with each other.

The two sons seemed to admire each other, this emotion even overwhelmed the pain of the past, like a spring breeze, allowing them to laugh without forgetting.Such a situation would naturally make Murong Yan feel relieved after witnessing all this.Therefore, this "witch" with half of Xianbei's blood would often sit by the side and watch the two of them practice martial arts.It's just that her expression was frozen, as if something was always hanging in her mind.

Bai Feng and Fu Wentao competed sword skills with wooden branches. Since Fu Wentao's body was still recovering, he always lost more than he won, so it was inevitable that he would feel dissatisfied.So, from morning to night, he only did one thing besides eating and sleeping, and that thing was to get used to this body that lacked his left arm.

This time tonight, it was Bai Feng who was defeated first.Therefore, he retreated first, leaving Fu Wentao alone to continue practicing sword.This young swordsman is very good at observing words and demeanor, and never covets momentary victory and fame, this point is very cute to Murong Yan.

"Why, did you deliberately keep a hand this time?" Murong Yan sat on the lawn and asked with a smile.

"Yan'er... If I don't admit defeat again, Wen Tao will definitely fight with me until dawn!" Bai Feng wiped his sweat and sat next to the other party, and said, "Wen Tao has a strong and stubborn temper, so he will stay under the Fu family to do his best. It's really aggrieved to do dirty things. If he can meet my master, his sword skills will definitely be far better than mine."

After all, the two looked at Fu Wentao who was still struggling to practice his sword with sympathy, and were silent for a while.

Afterwards, Bai Feng asked Murong Yan to take the Longming Sword that had been placed on her body just now, and suddenly wanted to draw the sword to enjoy it.

"Qiang!" A cold light suddenly flashed across the foot of the mountain under the moon.

I saw the young swordsman holding the sword carefully and looking at the moonlight carefully, and found that there were many mottled cracks on the sword, which were left when it was damaged before.

"Obviously it looks scarred, but it feels more solid than before?" Bai Feng fiddled with the Longming Sword in his hand, changing its position constantly, looking at the cold light on the sword, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Yuan Fengzi said That's right, a real sword may not cut iron like mud forever, but its sword core must last for a long time, and it only needs an opportunity to recast it, and the glory of the sword will surely reappear..."

After hearing this, Murong Yan looked at Fu Wentao again involuntarily, then murmured and smiled, "Wen Tao must have heard these words before, so he worked so hard..."

After the young swordsman heard it, he also pursed his lips and smiled, then sheathed his sword, lay on the lawn and looked up at the starry sky, enjoying a moment of solitude.

There is the quiet sound of the wind and the sound of another swordsman sweating profusely not far away; in addition to the exceptionally fresh air in the nose, it is the smell of another close friend; in front of the eyes are stars and a vast moonlit night.

"Yan'er, I heard from Wen Tao that you have actually warned him not to go back, but Wen Tao refused. In other words, you actually knew this would happen?"

"Yeah... I know it, but I can't do anything..."

After hearing this, Bai Feng smiled thoughtfully, then sat up, leaned over to greet her and said, "So, you are still unhappy about this matter?"

"Alas...Actually, has Brother Feng ever thought about our future?"

"What's happening now is already enough to catch people off guard. Let's leave the future to God!" Bai Feng didn't know why he suddenly felt particularly relieved, maybe because he knew the reason for the other party's frowning.Anyway, he expressed his inner hope quite chicly: "No matter what you see with your talent, from now on, we will settle down in Beizhen, get married, have children, and live a peaceful and peaceful life away from The struggle for power between the officials and the opposition."

After hearing this, Murong Yan couldn't help nodding her head and snickering, glanced at the other party, and quickly averted her eyes because of shyness, only to see that she said with extreme restraint: "Brother Feng, please don't joke...... All the disasters happened because of me, maybe as early as in Jiangzhou, we should part ways..."

"Yan'er, you must be talking nonsense, right?" Bai Feng was completely puzzled, and his short-lived good mood suddenly took a turn for the worse, making him careless of etiquette and morality, and he even wanted to pull the other party's arm to force him to look at him , asked: "Didn't we leave Jiangzhou together after we made an agreement with each other?"

Just when the two were having a quarrel, Fu Wentao came over panting, and asked, "Miss Murong, Mr. Bai, what are you arguing about?"

"It's your young lady who is clamoring to go back to Jiangzhou to join the Gan family." Bai Feng immediately picked up the Longming sword, stood up sullenly, and said back to Fu Wentao: "Wen Tao, you know her better than me, please ask me Persuade me..." As soon as the words fell, the young swordsman suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, jumped into the distance and swung his sword of resentment.

"Miss Murong, why are you bothering..."

Before Fu Wentao finished speaking, Murong Yan interjected, "Wen Tao, you don't need to call me Miss by my name anymore, just call me Yan'er... Also, how is your injury?"

"Yan... Yan'er?" Fu Wentao was overwhelmed by flattery, and only said that he was not worthy of such an intimate title, and then replied: "Although the injury has not healed, it will not hurt anymore."

"We have grown up for more than ten years. If you are not worthy, then no one is worthy." Murong Yan said something, as if she was blaming someone, and then she glanced in Baifeng's direction, and found that the other party was standing suddenly. not moving.

While this naive "witch" was still waiting for the other party to come and apologize, Bai Feng, who was standing in the distance, suddenly shouted, "There is fire in the valley opposite!"

After hearing this, the three of them immediately cleared up their mood and took a look at the distant mountains, and found that there were indeed many bright spots of light approaching slowly.They immediately put out the bonfire, cleaned up all traces, and then retreated to the ancient tomb to discuss countermeasures with Yuan Fengzi and Ayu.

(End of this chapter)