Peach Blossom Jade Xiao

The heavy snow outside Xiangyang City lasted for three days before it stopped.Yun Qing and Huang Yaoshi also searched for three days before they finally found a valley with divine sculptures and the sword mound of Dugu Qiubai, but they didn't see Yang Guo's shadow.Now Yun Qing was a little worried, if Yang Guo wasn't here, where else could he go?

Huang Yaoshi saw that she was worried, and comforted her: "Don't worry, he is good at martial arts, he is smart, and nothing will happen to him."

Yun Qing thought for a while, then nodded: "Everyone has their own predestined destiny, and they can't force it if they want to." Thinking about it, she was not in a hurry to find Yang Guo.The two of them stayed in this valley, and the divine sculpture was a psychic creature, so they were not afraid when they saw them, and lived next to them.

Yun Qing was not worried about Yang Guo anymore, and saw that although Huang Yaoshi looked normal on the surface, there was always a slight worry in his eyes, and he knew that he was worried about the Guo family's affairs.So as soon as I discussed with him, I started to plant various herbs. With the blood jade bracelet, time was not a problem at all, so the two of them started to get busy, mainly refining medicine, and they got busy too.

On this day, Yun Qing's body finally recovered almost, and there were already a lot of medicinal herbs in the valley, so the two of them were ready to start making Jiuhua Yulu pills, but there was no good medicine stove in the valley, and Huang Yaoshi was very concerned about the medicine stove. The requirements are also quite high, so the two discussed it and had to find someone to order one.

The valley the two left was the nearest to Xiangyang City, but Huang Yaoshi didn't want to go to Xiangyang, so the two had to go to the nearby town.Yun Qing knew that in the original book, there was another blacksmith, Feng Mofeng, who owned a blacksmith shop near Xiangyang. He was the youngest disciple of Huang Yaoshi in his early years. a blacksmith.It would be best if he could be found this time, and it would be a pity for Huang Yaoshi.

It's just that Xiangyang's army is overwhelming, and the nearby towns are basically empty. The two searched for several places in a row, but they couldn't find a good blacksmith shop, so they had to go further and further away.

"Qing'er, if there is still no blacksmith in the town ahead, let's go back to Xiangyang City." Seeing that no blacksmith was found after searching for a few days, Huang Yaoshi's patience gradually diminished.Besides, going to Xiangyang is not going to see Huang Rong's family, as long as I don't go to them, in such a big city, can they still find me and enter the city?Even taking a step back, why did he avoid them?Those who say wrong words and do wrong things are not them?

Yun Qing smiled and shook her head, since he didn't want to, she would definitely not make things difficult for him: "Let's go to the town ahead to have a look first." It stands to reason that Feng Mofeng should be nearby, but why can't he be found?Could it be that he has already entered the Mongolian military camp?

Seeing her insistence, Huang Yaoshi could only continue to accompany her forward.

This small town is even more dilapidated, and there are almost no people, but the two of them still saw smoke rising from a distance.A small shop with a yellowed flag on which there is only one word: Iron!

The two laughed and finally found a blacksmith shop.And Yun Qing was even more excited, if not mistaken, this is definitely Feng Mofeng's blacksmith shop.

The two quickly approached, and saw an old man in shabby clothes and gray hair, weakly hammering a piece of iron, which looked like a shovel for plowing the land.The old man had a handicap, a thick iron crutch was propped under one armpit, his hair was disheveled, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Seeing such a scene, Yun Qing felt even more certain that this person was Feng Mofeng.It's just that he didn't expect that his life was so miserable. If Huang Yaoshi knew that the person in front of him was his little apprentice, what would he think?Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Huang Yaoshi.

I saw Huang Yaoshi's face didn't change much, he just asked calmly: "I want to make a medicine stove, how much iron do I need?"

Feng Mo didn't raise his profile, he just said, "You'd better go, I'm leaving soon too."

Huang Yaoshi frowned: "You blacksmith, what are you talking about, and you drive the guests out." It was hard to find a blacksmith, but it was such a person, Huang Yaoshi was not only a little angry in his heart.

Feng Mofeng was still beating the shovel in his hand while saying: "It's not that I don't want to do your business, it's just that the Mongolian military officers have come here just now. They recruited blacksmiths and asked me to report to the Mongolian military camp before sunrise tomorrow. How can I do that?" Do you have time to build a medicine stove for you?" He raised his head!

A man in Tsing Yi suddenly came into view. Feng Mofeng was motionless as if struck by lightning. The red shovel in his hand lost his beating, and soon burned his hand. He didn't feel it at all. , just looked at Huang Yaoshi foolishly.

Huang Yaoshi was inexplicably looked at by him, his brows were tightly frowned, and just about to explode, Yun Qing stretched out his hand to hold him, and said softly: "Brother, I remember that besides the five major disciples of Chen Meiwu Qulu, you also have a youngest disciple called Feng Mofeng, is that right?"

Huang Yaoshi was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why she suddenly brought up the past.

Yun Qing continued: "Look at this person in front of you." Huang Yaoshi turned pale with shock, looked at Feng Mofeng in front of him, and couldn't believe his eyes.In his memory, Feng Mofeng was still a young disciple, and he couldn't connect with the old man in front of him no matter what.

Feng Mofeng finally came back to his senses, fell to his knees with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "Disciple...disciple..." But he couldn't say a word.

Excited, Huang Yaoshi took a step forward and helped him up: "Mofeng?" How could Mofeng be so old?

Feng Mofeng knelt on the ground resolutely, refused to get up, and put his head on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.God is merciful, I have no regrets in this life if I can see my mentor today.

Huang Yaoshi exerted strength in his hand, Feng Mofeng couldn't hold on any longer, stood up, but still didn't dare to raise his head.

"Mofeng, are you really Mofeng?" Huang Yaoshi still couldn't believe it.

Feng Mofeng finally raised his head, and Huang Yaoshi tried his best to find traces of the former youth on this old face.

"master……"

After a long time, Huang Yaoshi was finally sure that the person in front of him was his little apprentice Feng Mofeng.It's just that Feng Mofeng's face looks old now, like an old man in his twilight years.

"Mo Feng, why... why are you so old?"

After finally calming down, Feng Mofeng said: "Disciple...disciple is incompetent, and I am ashamed of my teacher." Seeing the master's appearance as before, he couldn't help but feel puzzled. After more than 40 years, how come the master is still the same as in memory?

Huang Yaoshi sighed in his heart: "Over the years, you have suffered."

The author has something to say:

Although Feng Mofeng is a small character who doesn't have much ink, he is a completely tragic character.

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