The Dragon from Hell

Several people toasted each other, drank a lot of wine, and ate a lot of meat.

It was already midnight when the party ended. I'm afraid that only their courtyard was still lit in the whole Peach Blossom Land.

Yeyou said goodbye to them and went back to accompany his wife and children.

Several people went back to their rooms to rest. The next morning, Qin Feng was the first to get up.

It was still the same as before, a bowl of clear soup noodles per person.

The leftover chicken soup from yesterday and two eggs, this bowl of simple-looking clear soup noodles became the most intense fireworks in this small courtyard.

Just after breakfast, Qin Feng looked at Nan Hexuan: "Old Nan, come with me today."

Nan Hexuan had just put down his chopsticks and was a little surprised to hear this. After all, although they had been together for a while, his relationship with Qin Feng was not very good. After all, the two of them didn't talk much.

"What's up?"

Qin Feng said nothing: "Just follow me."

After saying that, Qin Feng put down the bowl and went out. He said to Zhong Jiamu: "Washing the dishes..."

Zhong Jiamu was worried that he couldn't do anything for them, so he patted his chest and said: "Leave it to me!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Seeing Qin Feng leave the door, Nan Hexuan hadn't moved yet, Dong Gongya elbowed him directly: "What are you thinking about, hurry up."

Gongsun Miao also urged: "Yes, Lao Nan, we have been with Lao Qin for so long, can he still hurt you?"

Nan Hexuan also understood that Qin Feng would not hurt him, and even if he wanted to, he would not use such a low-level method, so he put down his chopsticks and followed.

They were silent all the way, but when they saw the blacksmith shop of Lao Dingtou, Nan Hexuan stopped: "Where are you taking me?"

Qin Feng glanced at the blacksmith shop in front of him: "Isn't it obvious?"

Last time he came, Lao Dingtou saw at a glance that there was something wrong with the goshawk in his hand, and it was because of this that he and Dong Gongya had a big quarrel.

Seeing that he was silent, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Why, don't you want to go?"

Nan Hexuan looked down at the sword in his hand and pursed his lips: "Lao Qin, thank you for your kindness, but I know my situation myself, and it's useless even if I go."

As a sword lover, he can naturally see at a glance that Lao Dingtou is not an ordinary blacksmith.

He is a weapon refiner, and a specialized weapon refiner.

The long swords hanging in the blacksmith shop look exactly the same. It's not that Lao Dingtou's craftsmanship is not good, but that his obsession is too deep.

Although I don't know his story, looking at those identical long swords, I can feel that there is probably an unparalleled sword in Old Dingtou's heart.

This sword in his heart, but he can't forge it no matter what.

And before he forges this sword, he will never forge another weapon.

Qin Feng took the opportunity to ask Yeyou about this guess yesterday, and the other party also confirmed his idea.

And he also told them that Old Dingtou himself was not a person in Taohuayuan. He came to Taohuayuan later, and it was an accident.

He lay on a bamboo raft, drank too much wine, and drifted to Taohuayuan when he was drunk. It was the high priest who took him in.

I don't know what the high priest said to him, but after the two chatted, Old Dingtou lived in Taohuayuan, and forged the same long sword day after day.

Although I don't know Old Dingtou's previous identity, it is not difficult to see from the long swords he forged that he is definitely a top weapon refiner, otherwise it would be impossible to see the clues of the goshawk at a glance.

But because of this, Nan Hexuan didn't want to go again.

The last time he went, Old Ding was sure that the sword was connected to his flesh and blood, and he had no chance to abandon the sword now, because the sword represented his life.

Once he left the sword, Nan Hexuan would not live long.

Of course, if he continued to keep the sword, Nan Hexuan's life and death would be uncertain.

He was disappointed once, and he didn't want to be disappointed a second time.

"I know it's almost impossible to transform this sword. My Nan family has been passed down for nine hundred years, and no head of the family has been able to escape the control of this sword. If there is a chance to free the Nan family from being shackled by this sword, our ancestors would have done it long ago."

Nan Hexuan's face showed a bit of bitterness and forbearance: "Qin Feng, thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to be disappointed again."

Qin Feng understood his thoughts and said lightly: "Who told you there is no way?"

Nan Hexuan was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what Qin Feng was saying, he suddenly raised his head: "Do you have a way?"

"Of course I have no way, but it doesn't mean that others don't have it." Qin Feng looked at him and said seriously: "Old Nan, I can see that the relationship between you and Donggong is extraordinary. Can you bear to let her watch you die and then be heartbroken?"

When it comes to Donggong Ya, Nan Hexuan's face is full ofHis expression relaxed, but he turned his head away: "Donggong is different from me, she is a princess, even without me, she will..."

"Today we are leaving Peach Blossom Land," Qin Feng interrupted him, not having time to listen to his sadness: "We are all men, I don't have time to stay here with you."

"I just want to ask you one question, if you follow me in, the worst that can happen is that you will be disappointed again."

"If you don't follow me in, then there is really no way out, sooner or later you will leave Donggong alone, I don't believe you can't see her love for you."

"Are you still worried about your own disappointment, or do you want to see her sad for you?"

Qin Feng's words hit the nail on the head.

Don't look at Nan Hexuan, who is usually taciturn and quite proud in his bones.

But he is special to Donggong Ya. Back in the Demon Realm, he would rather exchange his life for Donggong Ya and Cang Ying.

And after Qin Feng finished speaking, he turned around and left, not giving Nan Hexuan the opportunity to talk more.

Nan Hexuan gritted his teeth, remembering something, and finally followed Qin Feng into the blacksmith shop.

Old Dingtou's place was still the same as before, with no changes, except that there were a few more identical long swords hanging on the wall.

Some of these swords were only half-forged, and some had completely forged the sword body, but they were not sharpened.

And these long swords have one thing in common: none of them have hilts.

It seems that before the swords that suit their wishes are forged, these swords will not have hilts.

Old Dingtou was still the same as before, dozing off on his tattered recliner, with a palm leaf fan covering his face. He didn't even open his eyes when someone came in, but he knew who came: "Why are you here again? I have said everything I should and shouldn't say. Let's go, I can't help you."

Nan Hexuan's face froze. He didn't expect Old Dingtou to speak so bluntly.

Just as he was about to turn around, he was held down by Qin Feng. Then he saw Qin Feng take out a cloth bag from the Qianji Bag and put it on the counter of Old Dingtou: "Take a look, are these enough?"