After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Chang Ling gently put down the tea bowl, the man got off his horse, went straight into the shed, nodded slightly, and sat down on the only vacant seat at the square table.

Tangyue suddenly realized: "It's you!"

Immediately stood up, drew the sword to protect Chang Ling behind him.

Chang Ling shook his head, motioning Tangyue to withdraw his sword.

Only then did the visitor slightly lift up his bamboo hat, revealing Zhang Yingqi's tough and slightly exotic northern face, and said with fiery eyes, "You...you believe me."

It was Luo Feng, the young head of the Fuyu clan.

Changling ordered Tangyue to back away, lowered his eyelids, and said in a cold tone: "Young patriarch, you are serious. Today, the covenants and friendships among the various clans in Xianzhou are all for profit, and you and I are no exception."

"We have something to discuss, so why bother talking about empty and meaningless words."

Luo Feng smiled wryly, knowing that because of what happened before, he was no longer qualified to talk about the word "trust" in front of this little fox, suppressing the sourness and unwillingness in his heart, and said, "I was the one who was abrupt."

Chang Ling said, "It doesn't matter."

At this moment, the boss came over with a teapot, and filled a bowl of tea for Luo Feng with a wink.

Luo Feng nodded in thanks, knowing that there are too many people here, so he shouldn't delay for too long, so he didn't have any extra thoughts and thoughts at the moment, and took out a neatly folded bag tied with a straw rope from his bosom. Handing the parchment to Chang Ling, he said: "This is a map of our newly developed weapons, including two types of spirit crossbows and five types of spirit knives. Although they have not yet been put into casting, don't worry, the weapons forged by our Fuyu people , never missed a shot.”

There was unconcealed pride in his tone.

Chang Ling nodded.

The talent of Fuyu people in weapon smelting is naturally beyond doubt. The only person in Xianzhou who can match him is the Moxie family. Unfortunately, the descendants of the Moxie family are withered, and now only Qingluan's descendants are left. Yu compared shoulder to shoulder.Otherwise, it would be impossible for Fu Yu to use this skill to establish contact with other ethnic groups, almost monopolizing the weapon forging industry in the entire Xianzhou, and robbing Fu Yushan's resources.

Chang Ling didn't accept it immediately, but asked, "How much is left?"

Luo Feng was taken aback, then smiled and said, "You really are a very smart little fox."

"That's right." He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of the dusty tea on the wilderness road, looked into the distance and said, "In addition to these, we have also developed six types of spirit swords, all of which are extremely sharp weapons. It's just that I can't give you these yet."

Chang Ling nodded without any fluctuations in his eyes: "It should be so, I'm just saving some background."

Luo Feng saw Chang Ling's reaction was so calm, as if he had expected this result, he felt his face was severely whipped, and said: "I'm sorry, I can't bet on the future of my people..."

"The young patriarch doesn't have to explain this to me."

Chang Ling smiled and said, "I told you, we are exchanging benefits and we each get what we need. Today, the young patriarch came here with sincerity, and I will return the same sincerity."

Chang Ling paused, and Fang said: "Send you home."

Those two words contained too much blood, tears and longing for the Fuyu people who had been wandering for hundreds of years.Even though he was a seven-foot man, Luo Feng couldn't help being moved, and asked urgently, "How long is the deadline?"

Chang Ling said: "Five years."

"Five years?"

Luo Feng's expression changed, and he said, "This is too long."

"How long?" Chang Ling picked up the tea bowl unhurriedly, and said, "In five years, the snow on the northern snow field can't be melted, not to mention the sky wolf's hatred for the people of Fu Yu."

"If this matter is easy to handle, I am afraid that the young patriarch will not put all his eggs in one basket and risk his head to meet me on this wild roadside with such great sincerity."

After finishing speaking, Chang Ling's eyes fell on the sheepskin scroll, and said: "If the young patriarch is not satisfied with this deal, just take it back."

Luo Feng was dumbfounded for a moment.

He knew that what Chang Ling said was true, if no external force was used, Fuyu people would not only be inseparable from the slave farm in Tianhuan City not only for this life, but for generations to come.And Chang Ling's guess is indeed good. These unpublished weapon blueprints are the real lifeblood and amulet for Fuyu people. If it is not a last resort, he will never hand it over easily.Even if only partly.

He didn't speak, and Chang Ling didn't urge him, but just drank tea calmly with downcast eyes.

"What if, I mean what if, five years from now we haven't come home?"

Finally, Luo Feng spoke cautiously.

Chang Ling was not surprised by this question, thought for a moment, and asked, "Young patriarch, have you heard the story of the fox's death?"

Luo Feng nodded in confusion.

Changling stared at the gleam of sunlight that slanted into the tea bowl, and said: "Fox people are obsessed with their hometown, and they keep their promises. I, Tushan Changling, will never break my promise."

Luo Fengxin's head was slammed.

After a long time, he nodded in frustration, and said with a wry smile, "I understand. Just now, I was wrong again."

After finishing speaking, he pushed away the tea bowl, got up, bowed deeply to Chang Ling, and said: "Our sincerity from Fu Yu, please accept the young master. I hope the young master will have a smooth journey and his wish will be fulfilled."

When Luo Feng left, Tangyue stepped forward, and said a little worriedly: "The young master promised him a five-year agreement, but the werewolf's hatred for the Fuyu people, how could you let them go so easily?"

Chang Ling said lightly: "People are bound to be strong. You know, there are so many tribes obsessed with weapon casting in Xianzhou, why only Fuyu people have mastered the most advanced weapon smelting technology?"

Tangyue had never thought about this question before, so she shook her head.

Chang Ling: "Because of Fu Yushan. If you want to forge an excellent magic weapon, you need not only rare and precious raw materials, but also a suitable forging furnace. The temperature, humidity, fuel and even the strength of the aura will directly affect the forging furnace. Quality. These conditions are all unattainable, let alone controllable, and Fuyu Mountain just meets them all. Therefore, with the same effort, Fuyu people can rely on the smelting technology accumulated by their ancestors for generations and the natural Fuyu Mountain The forge easily surpasses other tribes, casting the sharpest weapons."

"Nowadays the Fu Yu people are trapped in the Sirius slave farm, and the quality of the weapons they cast is only [-]% to [-]% of what they used to be. Both the werewolves and the Fu Yu people understand this matter. But the werewolves will not release the Fu Yu people because of this." Go back to the mountain, because there is no second tribe in Xianzhou that can match the Fuyu people in weapon smelting. Even if they are only [-]% or [-]% perfect, it is enough for werewolves to dominate the western region. But if five years later, Xianzhou What will the werewolf do if there is a tribe that can compare with Fu Yu or even surpass Fu Yu's smelting skills?"

Tangyue was startled.

Because this statement is really incredible.

Ever since the Moxie clan withered, the Fuyu people had monopolized the casting of weapons in Xianzhou for hundreds of years. If there really was such a tribe, it would be time to show some prominence now, why it happened five years later.

No, Mo Xie...

Tangyue vaguely understood what came over, and her eyes showed surprise: "The young master means——"

Chang Ling said: "The reason why the Moxie clan fell was because the children of the clan killed each other in order to snatch the secret books, so that the descendants withered and had no successors. Now Aunt Qingluan is the only descendant of the Moxie clan. I think, if she is willing, she can rebuild her family." Moxie, it is not difficult to pass down the casting technique of the Moxie clan from generation to generation."

Chang Ling's voice stopped suddenly, because he caught a glimpse of Zhu Meng outside the tea shed.

Zhu Meng himself didn't understand why he was always like a mouse seeing a cat in front of this little monster, his scalp tingled uncontrollably, and he hurriedly argued: "I didn't eavesdrop on your speech, I, I am I came to urge you to go on your way. If you wait any longer, you won’t be able to leave the western region before dark.”

The little monster has a lot of minds, and if he wants to bring down Zhu Long in the future, the little monster will make suggestions for him.

Zhu Meng told himself over and over again in his heart, to be patient, to be patient.When he succeeds in sitting on the Qingqiu King's position in the future, it won't be too late to settle accounts with this nasty little monster!

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