The impossible possibility in the entanglement of the Mobius ring is the embodiment of a miracle.

Two unsightly-seen points in the long river of history, time and space intersect in Mobiusri, and before the eternal cage is opened, they connect the beginning and end, and each other as the answers.

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Next to the fire at the top of Qingyun Peak, Xiao Li was stunned for a moment when he heard the name given by Xia Feng.

"Sad the autumn rain?"

"Yeah, how about it, this name is pretty good."

"Where does the sadness come from?"

"I am now amnesia, isn't this sad enough?"

"What about autumn?"

“Autumn is coming soon.”

"Where is the one who leaves?"

"Li is the name of you, the head."

"Where is the rain?"

"Why do you have so many questions? If you think it's not good, you can take it yourself."

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

"Haha, I just ask casually, it's pretty good, I like this name very much."

......

Because there is no memory, Xia Feng's injuries healed and there is no place to go. As for Xiao Li, this kid usually runs around. When he is tired of swimming, he returns to Qingyun Mountain to rest for a few days before leaving.

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

"Afeng, who made your two swords? It's so amazing. I can't even see the material."

Xia Feng was completely unaware of the sword he was carrying.

"I don't know, I'm on my body when I wake up."

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

"I decided that I also want to find someone to create my own sword, just treat it as the sword of the Qingyun Sect."

Xia Feng looked at the shabby decorations in the thatched hut and Xiao Li's dilapidated civilian clothes, and immediately sent a soul-searching question.

"Do you have money?"

"money?"

"Yes, you must pay for someone to cast a sword."

Xiao Li stretched out his hand towards Xia Feng without seeing him.

"I don't have money, you lend me."

"Neither I."

"Don't do this, A Feng, our brothers are so stingy."

Xia Feng flipped his pocket outward.

"I really don't have it. Apart from swords 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.

"A Feng, there is it!"

"What's there?"

"Tomorrow we will go down the mountain to find a pawnshop. Anyway, your kung fu is so bad, so why not give the sword..."

"Get out, don't even think about it."

As the saying goes, a penny stumped the hero. Xiao Li was so old that he was worried about money for the first time.

Of course, it is not that difficult to get money with his ability, but for this newly-adult seclusion person, there is no deep concept of money.

.....

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

You can slowly find solutions on the road about money. The most important thing at the moment is to find a sword-casting person who suits his wishes.

Xiao Li said that when he went to Dongyang City to attend the martial arts conference, he heard someone mention that a sword-making master named Huang was very famous.

However, the main reason for being famous is not the magical craftsmanship, but the extremely cost-effectiveness.

To put it simply, Master Huang’s sword casting cannot be said to be the most powerful, but it is the cheapest among the same level. This is highly favored by the people in the martial arts world of Yan Kingdom.

Especially those "Jianghu people" who are not good at kung fu but are very good at face-saving, they like it very much.

.....

In this way, Xia Feng and Xiao Li, an amnesia-lossed person, embarked on a sword-making journey.

Although their clothes were a little shabby, with their abilities, they would not be hungry or cold.

Along the way, the two of them walked around and stopped, hunting for money, eliminating the harm to the people, and even helped the caravans to escorts and arrest the thieves.

They have lived in the wilderness, slept in horse sheds, and stayed in inns. They have experienced the customs and cultures of various places, and have a great journey.

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

....

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

In the workshop, the iron-burning stove had already been cold, and in the empty courtyard, they only saw a young man with no eyes.

Xia Feng touched his head and walked to the boy.

"Hey, little brother, are you from the Huang family? I'll ask, is Master Huang, the sword-casting sword, at home?"

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

"Not here."

"Ah? Have you gone on a long journey?"

"Dead."

Before Xia Feng could react, Xiao Li next to him was instantly restless and shouted at the top of his throat.

"What? Master Huang is dead? Then A Feng and I will have a vain trip? Alas, it's so unlucky."

Indeed, this news disappointed Xia Feng, who had been trekking here all the way, but vaguely, he realized from the eyes of the boy sitting in the yard that something seemed wrong.

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

Hearing this question, the boy's fist was clenched under his clothes, and his voice also showed a little unwillingness.

"It's my dad."

Seeing his reaction, Xia Feng even guessed something.

"How did your father die?"

"He was killed by someone."

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

....

The boy in the yard 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 sword-making skills are well-known in the world, they are actually not profitable because of their low price. Until so many years have passed, the family still lives in this small yard.

A month ago, Huang Yi's father received a batch of orders, which were long swords needed by an emerging gang, and the number was 100. For the Huang family, this was a big business. After discussing the price, Master Huang agreed.

But 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 sword. It was obvious that it was the hostile force of the gang.

Sword casting refers to credibility, 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 and angrily condemned this vicious battle between gangs using tricks.

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

A few days later, Master Huang, who went out to purchase, encountered an unexpected accident.

.....

In such a remote town, death cannot cause any big trouble at all. The constable just investigated it casually and left it alone.

As for who the murderer was, everyone knows it.

Afterwards, because he was worried that the other party would continue to take revenge, 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 sadly, Huang Yi learned sword-making skills from his father since he was a child and knew nothing about martial arts. Even if he knew who the murderer was, he was not yet an adult, but he had no choice but to do anything about it.

.....

After listening to this simple and easy-to-understand process, Xia Feng was 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 could finish his words, Xiao Li next to him shouted violently.

"I'm so angry, I'm so angry! Those scums actually asked me and A Fengbai to have a trip. I absolutely can't spare them. Huang Yi, where is the gang that killed your father? I'll destroy them now!"

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

"Afeng, what did you want to say just now."
Chapter completed!