Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 453 Catch the week
The hall of Yanziwu was filled with all kinds of objects, from cosmetics and hairpins to swords, spears, and halberds.

Although from a rational point of view, catching anything is just for fun, but as an old father, Murong Fu still hopes that his two children will be safe and happy in the future, and not toss about anything. Even if they are only average, it would be good to be a rich kid who maintains the status quo.

The two children staggered towards a room full of things, and everyone unconsciously slowed down their breathing.

Suddenly, in front of everyone's shocked gazes, Murong Yan staggered towards something.

After seeing the thing clearly, Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned: Who brought this thing up?
It was the huge piece of meteorite iron that Murong Fu brought back from Liaodong. After being refined by Feng Asan, one of the Eight Friends of Hangu, the impurities had been removed, leaving only a black lump of iron the size of a head.

Murong Yan patted the big iron block like a curious baby, and grabbed a handful with his little hands - of course he couldn't grab a handful, even after removing the impurities, it still weighed about 100 to 80 kilograms.

He used both hands and the other, but still couldn't catch it. His little face turned red. After trying several times, he actually burst into tears in panic.

Murong Fu looked very unhappy.

Ah Zhu couldn't help laughing and said, "There are so many rare things in this room, why did the young master choose this one?"

That's right, a room full of rare treasures, the collection of Xiaoyao Sect plus the accumulation of the Murong family over the years, even in the imperial palace, it might not be possible to find such a complete collection. Why did they choose this?

When Ah Bi saw the child crying, she quickly went over to hug him and gently coaxed him, "Don't cry, Xiaoyan, this thing is not good. Let's try something else."

Unexpectedly, Murong Yan cried even louder this time.

Murong Fu helplessly put his hand on his forehead and said, "Could this child be a blacksmith in the future?"

Seeing her husband helpless, Wang Yuyan was about to say a few words on behalf of the child, but she heard her husband say, "It doesn't matter if it's a blacksmith. The ancient swordsmith Ou Yezi was also a blacksmith after all."

Well, just do the work. It's much better than those lunatics who do whatever they want.

Murong Fu said: "Let Aning try."

Murong Fu prayed silently in his heart: "My dear daughter, please don't grab a big iron lump like your brother."

However, when Murong Ning walked unsteadily towards the large lump of iron, Murong Fu's expression froze.

Who on earth brought this thing up here?
Li Qingluo couldn't help laughing: "My grandchildren are just like their father, they are often unexpected."

Duan Zhengchun stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and said "OK" three times.

"This meteorite iron is a rare material in the world. If we can find a skilled craftsman to forge it into a sword, it will definitely be a rare divine weapon in the world. The Murong family and the Duan family are both famous in the martial arts world for their swordsmanship. I think it would be better to forge this meteorite iron into two swords and give them to these two children for their future use in the martial arts world."

When everyone present heard Duan Zhengchun's proposal, their eyes lit up: Yes, why didn't they think of this?

Murong Fu laughed and scolded: "You two little brats, you are quite knowledgeable despite your young age."

Although this piece of meteorite doesn't look good, if you really want to calculate its value, it can really be described as a priceless treasure. A magic weapon is definitely a bonus for a martial arts master. Don't say that Dugu Qiubai is in a state of no sword, and grass, wood, bamboo and stone can all be swords. There is indeed nothing wrong with this, but the combat power that can be exerted by using a black iron sword and an ordinary iron sword is definitely two different things. For example, the old nun Miejue, whose real martial arts is only at the level of the Purple-Robed Dragon King, but he relied on the blessing of the Heavenly Sword to achieve the level of walking sideways in the entire martial arts world.

"Congratulations, Brother Murong. Your two children will surely achieve great success in the future."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Late at night, I returned to the water pavilion.

A craftsman dressed in shorts stood in front of Murong Fu.

"My dear uncle, according to my uncle's instructions, the water prison has been built and it is flawless. Unless you are a Golden Immortal, it is absolutely impossible to escape."

This person was none other than Feng Asan, a skilled craftsman among the Eight Friends of Hangu.

Murong Fu sighed, "You did a good job, but don't mention this to anyone from now on. If even a word of it gets out, I will expel you from the sect forever in the name of the sect leader. You must remember this." Feng Asan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Uncle sect leader, you are joking. I didn't even know there was such a thing."

"So, very good."

After Feng Asan left, Murong Fu sighed quietly.

The loyalty of the Eight Friends of Hangu is trustworthy, but the matter is of such great importance that he had no choice but to do so.

After Feng Asan left, another figure appeared and knelt in front of Murong Fu.

"Get up, Brother Deng."

Murong Fu didn't even turn his head.

"Has the message reached you?"

"My lord, it's absolutely safe."

"Then just wait."

A trace of desolation flashed across Murong Fu's eyes, and then he slowly said, "Don't blame me for being cruel. I can't tell you the reason. I also can't let anyone else in the world know about this. Do you understand?"

Deng Baichuan: "I know."

Murong Fu said: "After you finish this matter, you will return to the manor and never come out again."

Deng Baichuan bowed and said, "Take care, sir. Deng Baichuan is leaving now."

He knew that this was the best outcome he could achieve, far better than spending the rest of his life as a prisoner in the Water Pavilion.

Murong Fu watched Deng Baichuan go away, clenched his hands slightly, and then quickly relaxed.

Let’s go, let’s go. Although the Murong family is small, it can accommodate Deng Baichuan.

The next day, in the afternoon, in a secret room in Yanziwu.

Sitting opposite Murong Fu was an old man wearing a felt hat. The two of them sat like this for the entire afternoon without either of them speaking first.

Finally, the old man's patience ran out first, and he spoke: "Master Murong."

"Master Abbot, you have come from afar, so you might as well stay a little longer. Although Gusu is small, the scenery is quite nice. Master Abbot, you might as well walk around and take a look." Murong Fu said with a smile.

The person who came was Xuan Ci. In fact, both parties knew what was going on.

"Mr. Murong has good intentions, and I appreciate it. However, I am busy with the affairs of the temple and cannot stay for long. I hope you can forgive me."

Xuanci had a guilty conscience and felt very miserable.

He knew very well that the rumors in the martial arts world were not false. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how such a secret matter could have been discovered by Murong Fu because of his momentary thought when he was young.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Since the Master Abbot is so busy, then Murong Fu will not stay with you for long. Please do as you please."

Having said that, he was about to get up and leave.

"Sir, wait a minute!"

Xuan Ci was stunned: Why is this person like this?