Chapter 332 (October 2)

This time, it was not a few people talking about themselves, but about everyone talking together. Naturally, it was a little lively. Only one person said, "Lao, just tell a story for everyone to listen to. It's quite boring to wait like this."

Everyone coaxed: "Yes, yes!"

One of the old people about 50 years old stood up, sat forward, smoked a dry cigarette, and said, "You children are so restless."

"Let's talk about it." Everyone urged.

"Okay, Lao Diaozi, I'll tell you a famous story about the North Country. This is a story from the boss here."

As soon as everyone heard it, Mo Fan and Mr. Wen moved a stool and sat in the corner, drinking tea while listening to Lao Diaozi's words. Mo Fan was also very interested. He had contact with members of the Dark Spirit and knew that there were some hidden plot clues on some NPCs. Shun Teng You can even find hidden sects.

The story of the old eagle tells the story of a very famous sect called Jianmen in the Northern Kingdom. This sect is good at casting swords, the original name! Almost all of them are from this school. But later, I don't know why this sect suddenly disappeared into the world. As for this point, the boss couldn't make it clear, and the old sculpture didn't know it.

After listening to the story, Mo Fan suddenly said, "I'm afraid this is also the reason why the quality of weapons in the world is generally not high."

Lao said, "Mr. Mo is very correct. The boss also told me that there is no famous weapon in the world now. It is precisely because a small sect in the north has disappeared that the weapon level of the whole world has regressed."

"This is a big talk. There are a lot of talents in the Central Plains. How can it be because of the disappearance of a small sect that can't forge a famous 1 weapon-level sword? Isn't Yitian Dragon Slayer a famous 1 weapon?" One said.

"I'm talking about the level of the whole weapon. There are only two dragons, and only two people can use it at most. You can calculate how many people there are in the world. The penetration rate is not one in 10,000. What kind of people are there?" Another said.

The man said, "It is impossible to make the level of weapons in the world have no progress because of the destruction of a small sect."

Suddenly, the two started to quarrel about this issue. The rest of the people watched the excitement and did not interrupt, just listened to the two people's debate.

Mo Fan's eyes flashed. The boss's words obviously imply something. This sword gate is most likely to be a hidden sect, and the secrets of this sect are undoubtedly a sharp weapon to make money. With the secrets of this sect, it can support the salary expenses of a super guild.

The art of sword casting is what this blacksmith in the whole world wants to get.

As long as you can cast a famous device, then one will represent countless profits. If the energy is produced, not only will your strength be strengthened, but also be sold. It is definitely priceless. Then the price is not up to you. You can make money as much as you want.

If an individual gets it, it will undoubtedly be a bright future.

The two were still quarreling, and soon upgraded to a group of people arguing.

In the end, Lao Diao suppressed the dispute between the two sides and said, "Well, this is just a legend. It really exists, and it hasn't been confirmed yet."

At this time, the door suddenly opened. Yu Yi ran back carrying two jars of wine and put it on the ground, and then ran out again. After he went out, Lao Shi came in with two jars of wine.

"Lao Shi, so fast?" The old eagle asked.

Lao Shi stopped and turned his head and said, "I really underestimated this little brother. His martial arts are much better than me. One person pulled two carts of wine and walked vigorously on the snow. I'm unrestrained."

The old eagle smiled and said, "This is called deep hiding. It's all like you showing off everywhere. What a master, brothers, move the wine."

This time, Lao Shi and Yu Yi brought back two carts of wine, a total of ten jars. After the big guys unloaded them together, Lao Shi and Yu Yi went to pull them again.

has been back and forth once, and the worries in everyone's hearts have dissipated a lot, so I am relieved to let them go. And now that the snowstorm has been much smaller, everyone is more relieved.

When everyone returned to the house, Lao Diao smoked a dry smoke and said, "This snowstorm seems to have stopped, and we can finally get out of the city."

Everyone smiled, but the original matter of Jianmen has been forgotten. This kind of nothing is just a talk after tea and dinner, and no one really take it seriously.

Only Mo Fan has a plan in his heart.

In the middle of the night, it was rare for everyone to sit around. Now there is no sleepiness. Ten jars of wine are put aside. At this moment, a jar has been opened, and everyone is eating separately.

Mr. Wen was also invited to sit around them, drinking and chatting in a harmonious atmosphere. Mo Fan sat on the bench and looked at this scene with a smile.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen suddenly stood up, punched a room far away, and said, "The noise downstairs woke up the girl?"

Everyone looked up and saw the talented woman whom Mr. Wen admired standing on the corridor and looking at them.

"Girl! Let's have a bar!" A young man said with a smile on the corners of his mouth.

The woman smiled and said, "The little woman is too drunk, so let's get rid of this wine."

Before the young man could speak, the person next to him said, "Don't be delusional. The girl doesn't drink and doesn't know etiquette!"

"What?" The young man is going to fight.

The man next to him laughed, but had no intention of hiding at all. The young man snorted angrily, but put down his fist and said, "Be careful that I'll poke your matter out."

In an instant, many young people shouted, "What's going on?"

This time, the man next to him was ashamed and angry. He raised his fist and said, "How dare you!"

Everyone laughed, and the woman also smiled. The two young people are a pair of best friends. They know the root of it, laugh and fight, but don't care.

Mo Fan raised his head, and he was also very curious about what the person Mr. Wen admired so much looked like. Unexpectedly, before he looked up at the woman, he heard the woman exclaimed: "Sir!"

As soon as Mo Fan's pupil contracted, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Who is the woman standing upstairs, not Murong Ziyi?

Murong Ziyi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she looked for him thousands of times in the crowd. Looking back, the man felt like he was in the dim lights.

didn't care about the woman's restraint. She restrained the corners of her skirt and ran down, and everyone gave way one after another.

Murong Ziyi went straight to Mo Fan, but Mo Fan's heart was full of mixed feelings. He never thought that Murong Ziyi was here, still in the same restaurant.

Like a swallow throwing into the nest, Murong Ziyi flew into Mo Fan's arms, and tears of joy could not be restrained, soaking her beautiful and dignified cheeks.

Hey! What a girl! This is not scientific!

Why is this boy again!

Such an idea arises in everyone's mind at the same time.

Months of lovesickness finally got comforted. Murong Ziyi cried very much, as if months of grievances would be vented on this day.

And Mo Fan's face is complicated. In this way, Murong Ziyi holds him, and his heart is even more contradictory and hesitant. This peerless strong man who covers the sky with one hand is now at a loss by the tears of a girl.

In the end, he could only pat Murong Ziyi on the back and said, "You're suffering."

Murong Ziyi cried harder when she heard this, but she hugged Mo Fan tighter, as if Mo Fan would disappear as soon as she let go.

Everyone looked at each other and sat down silently to make the woman cry enough.