Chapter 100 The Secret of Beiwu

After breakfast soon, Mo Qi returned the rice plate, and Mo Yu took the opportunity to go to Linglong's room to do some tricks.

I didn't go into the house, but I just tied a piece of hair around the lock so that anyone coming in or out would be noticed.

Yesterday, my head was too dizzy and I didn't think clearly enough. After thinking about it carefully this morning, my thoughts became much clearer.

If the group of people who captured Linglong were Linglong's enemies, they could have killed them directly and would not have threatened themselves in any unnecessary way.

Unless Linglong has something they want, or they are afraid of Grandpa Linglong and want to find the old man through them.

Another possibility is as mentioned last night, the eavesdropper became greedy for Youqi and wanted to use Linglong's incident to force him to submit.

But this is a bit redundant. After all, they are only two people. With the strength of the other party, they can directly attack and seize it easily.

Combining the two conjectures, Mo Yu concluded a piece of news that was slightly more favorable to him: the other party did not dare to act rashly at the moment and had scruples about him or Linglong!

Mo Qi came back soon, and the two of them closed the door and went downstairs to see the white horse in the backyard.

The white horse was tied to the black coffin. When the two arrived, the white horse was happily eating grass. Its body hair was smooth and its belly was round. It had definitely not been abused.

The black coffin was covered with white cloth by the waiter to prevent other guests from seeing the bad luck. Mo Yu had no objection to this, since it had nothing to do with him anyway.

After leaving the inn, Mo Yu and Mo Qibing split into two groups and went their separate ways.

Mo Qi walked towards the east, where most of the people were doing business and there were many people, so it was the best place to ask for information.

After watching Mo Qi disappear from the street, Mo Yu started walking towards West Street.

Not far away, he saw an old farmer from the village carrying a pole of taro and walking in front of him. Mo Yu caught up with him and knowingly asked, "Old man, wait a minute."

The farmer frowned and stopped. He seemed to be sixty years old. He lowered his shoulder pole and asked, "Young man, do you want taro?"

Mo Yu waved his hands and smiled, and said warmly: "Excuse me, old man, I just want to ask for directions. Is it convenient?"

The old farmer responded slowly because he was older. He hesitated for two or three breaths before nodding: "Oh, I want to ask for directions. OK, OK, where do you want to go?"

Mo Yu glanced around and said casually: "I want to find a blacksmith, do you know where I can find him?"

The old farmer frowned and thought about it, then pointed to the northwest: "There is Li Guaitou in the west of the city, who has been blacksmithing for generations. You can turn left at the intersection of this street and go straight north for two miles. When you see a tofu stall, turn right for half a moment and you will see it.

"

Most of the farmers were honest and honest, so for fear that Mo Yu could not remember clearly, the old farmer repeated it again until Mo Yu nodded before giving up, picking up the pole and moving on.

Mo Yu followed, and when he turned the corner at the street, he took out a tael of broken silver from his arms and threw it into the old farmer's taro basket without attracting the other party's attention.

As a person, you must be grateful. Don't do good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil things because they are small. The old farmer's right leg is slightly lame and his waist is stooped. He must be living in a tight situation. If you can help, you can help. This is human nature.

Following the old farmer's guidance, Mo Yu turned left and right, and half an hour later he finally saw the tofu stall. It was opened by a woman who still retained her charm, and the tables were full of customers.

Mo Yu has long been accustomed to this phenomenon, and because of their food and sex habits, many men are so full that they have nothing to do, so they only look after some pretty beauties, and they have a sneak peek into the scene.

With an expressionless face, I bypassed the tofu stall, turned right for a moment, and saw a deserted iron shop on the corner of the street.

The door was crowded and the iron shop was empty. Mo Yu frowned and called out: "Is anyone there?"

There was no movement in the shop.

Mo Yu felt confused, reached out and picked up a thin iron rod from the table and knocked it on another iron rod, "Is there someone here?"

“Great, great, great”

The sound of the iron rods clashing was sharp and harsh, and finally there was movement in the shop, and a lazy and rough voice came out: "Wait a moment, it's coming, it's coming."

After a moment, a short, middle-aged man came out, rubbed his eyes and stretched his waist. He had just woken up, glanced at Mo Yu, and said in a muffled voice: "What do you want to fight?"

Mo Yu shook his head helplessly, took off the scabbards of Youqi and the original swords from his back, placed them in front of the blacksmith and said, "Make a sword box with two holes across it, just enough to accommodate the two scabbards."

The blacksmith cheered up, turned around and went into the shop, took out a pen and paper and a measuring ruler, and handed Mo Yu the pen and paper: "Draw up a sketch."

After saying this, the blacksmith began to measure the length, width and thickness of the two scabbards.

Mo Yu spread out the paper and thought about how to design it.

The original scabbard of Youqi's sword is also an ancient thing. He plans to go to Juebing Valley in the future and ask a master to resmelt it. After all, a good sword comes with a good scabbard, and the original one is the best.

Now this red scabbard was given as a gift, and it was also made by a master. Its quality was of the highest quality, so before going to the Valley of Juebing, Youqi could only match it with this scabbard.

With a clear mind, Mo Yu started to draw the shape of the sword box. It was a rectangle, and the size did not need to be specified. This was the scope of a blacksmith.

After the rectangle, draw a vertical line to divide it into two, with the left side wider and the right side narrower. The original scabbard is on the left and the red scabbard is on the right. This will help the speed of drawing the sword and will not touch the back of the head while walking.

It doesn't need to be complicated, Mo Yu thinks it's enough. After all, it only accommodates the blade of the sword. It's not the way of a swordsman to be fancy.

He put away the pen and was about to hand the paper to the blacksmith. After thinking about it, he still felt it was inappropriate. After thinking carefully, Mo Yu took up the pen and wrote the word "Mo" on the front and center of the sword box, and the word "Jun" on the back.

Looking at these two words, Mo Yu found them complicated and difficult to describe. To others, these two words were not surprising, but to him they were of extraordinary significance.

This represents his two fates, different paths leading to the same destination!

"Is it done?" came the blacksmith's rough voice, and he had already measured the dimensions.

Mo Yu handed the paper to the blacksmith. The blacksmith looked at it carefully, then nodded and put the paper in his arms, patted his chest and said, "You come and get it in three days!"

"However," the blacksmith chuckled again and said with gleaming eyes: "Pay half the deposit first, five taels of silver, no credit will be given!"

Hearing this, Mo Yu threw out ten taels of silver without hesitation, and put Youqi and the original scabbard on his back again: "If you do well, this will be half of the deposit."

After hearing Mo Yu's words, the blacksmith was immediately overjoyed. He repeatedly promised and sent Mo Yu out of the street in person. He didn't open for a month. If he opened for several months, he would naturally be more energetic.

Mo Yu walked calmly on the street, finally relieved but a little troubled.

"I don't know how things are going with Mo Qi."

Not in the mood to relax, Mo Yu hurried back to the inn.

The exquisite house was still locked, and the hair tangled in it was not broken, so no one came in or out.

Pushing the door open and entering the house, Mo Qi hasn't come back yet, so he can only wait slowly.

His current state is at the beginning of the third level of heaven. His swordsmanship is sword control, his martial arts are just the ordinary luck methods of the emperor's palace, his sword skills are the forty-eight postures of Dualangjue, and his body skills benefit from the creation of the monkeys. In addition, he has There is no other reliance.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. You can know the pros and cons after some self-examination. What is lacking most at the moment is a thorough understanding of the techniques and cultivation environment.

Kung Fu is the foundation of a person's destiny, and its quality determines its master's future achievements.

There are two extremes: having merit but not having merit, and having the method but not merit. At present, he is in between the two, and if he goes further, he will tend to one of the extremes.

In this situation, Mo Yu had to think carefully, either to find an expert to become his disciple, or to go to various sects to steal the money.

In any case, fairness and right and wrong are backed by strong strength. In order to become stronger, he will not hesitate to go astray even if he uses any means!

Mo Qi came back at noon and looked solemn when he entered.

"How is it? Did things go smoothly?" Mo Yu poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

Mo Qi took the tea and drank it lightly, then sighed and sat down: "Brother, I'm afraid we may be in trouble this time."

Mo Yu frowned: "But it doesn't matter."

Mo Qi nodded and went through the morning investigation schedule.

I asked a total of five people, three of them were elderly people with some rumors, and the other two were businessmen who traveled all over the country and had a lot of knowledge.

The first person was a private school teacher. It would be better to study unofficial history. He said that Beiwu Forest was not called this name originally, but was called "Stele Martial Arts Forest". It was a place where countless martial arts people fought and grudged each other in ancient times. Over 10,000 people died, and there was a forest of tombstones. It was covered in fog all year round.

No need for fame.

The second person is a storyteller, and most of what he says is based on hearsay. Sometimes it is the place where the heroes of the Northern Mist Forest return to their graves, and sometimes it is a place where innocent souls are haunted. The truth is different from the false.

The third person was a paralyzed old man, who had severed meridians in his hands and feet and was sitting in a wheelchair. He was insane and confused. Mo Qi only heard three words from this person: "You can't go!"

As for the words of the two wandering businessmen, they were quite consistent. The North Mist Forest is filled with fog all year round, and birds and animals retreat. It is recognized by the business community as a "ghost land!" It is located in the northeast of Changping Town, over five mountains and two valleys.

, you will see it after a wide river.

After listening to Mo Qi's story, Mo Yu's heart palpitated deeply. He thought that the Northern Mist Forest was just an ordinary place, but he never imagined that there would be such a secret!

To sum up what the five people said, it is that Beiwu Forest was called "Stele Martial Forest" in ancient times because it was a place where warriors fought. Countless ancient monuments were buried and sculpted into a forest. The white fog never dispersed all year round, making it difficult for living beings to survive.

Mo Yu was very sure that the third paralyzed person had been to the Beiwu Forest and escaped by luck. His mind and body were harmed by the Beiwu Forest!

"Tell me the details about the paralyzed old man." Mo Yu looked at Mo Qi seriously.

Mo Qi perked up, thought about it carefully, and then said seriously: "The old man used to be a warrior in the martial arts world. He was a escort for people and escorted them. He was alone. In his middle age, he adopted an abandoned baby in the town as his son. Now he has taken a break to hunt.

To make a living.”

"Originally everything was normal, but three years ago the old man suddenly went out for unknown reasons. When he came back, his meridians were all severed and he was insane."

"I learned these from the neighborhood women, nothing else." After Mo Qi finished speaking, he looked at Mo Yu.

Mo Yu nodded and frowned.

Women are often talkative, and they will spread the word about anything they see, so the credibility is still very high.

"How old is the old man's adopted son this year and what is his temperament?" Mo Yu asked again with his eyes twinkling.

Mo Qi carefully considered it, and then said: "His son's name is Wang Yu, and he is known as a filial son in his third year. He does some hard labor because he is illiterate. I did not refuse when I went to visit, and I wanted to kill the only laying hens in the house.

I asked for hospitality, but I refused."
Chapter completed!