I heard that whatever I write will come true [Transmigration Book]

Just as He Yufan thought, the densely packed crowd here dispersed in twos and threes within a short time.

It's just that when he managed to squeeze in front of the sword forging furnace, let alone Tan Wan, there wasn't even a female cultivator beside the steaming furnace.

A young cultivator in a black and white Taoist robe was pouring spiritual power into the sword forging furnace.As if he heard footsteps behind him, he shook his head irritably and said, "Junior Sister has already said that the sword is not for sale, can you stop asking?"

The corner of He Yufan's mouth twitched, and all the lines that had been brewing for a long time were stuck in his mouth.

But hearing the tone of this little Taoist priest, he could basically imagine what the crowd was like before.

It's a bit embarrassing right now, but it's not all too unexpected to be honest.

But now that things have come to this, if you want to make contact with Tan Wan forcefully, it's a bit too shameless.

He Yufan sighed inwardly.

He bowed his head and said sorry in a low voice, although he still had some regrets, but he didn't say any more, he just dragged Huan Chengzhi back to their territory.

I don't know if it was because Huan Chengzhi himself lost his final pursuit because he gave the bluestone to Feng Muliang, so the process of forging the sword suddenly became more bold.

In short, in the next period of time, no matter how hard he tried, the two of them could not successfully produce any iron in the furnace.

He Yufan sat on the side as usual, lowering his head and playing with the low-grade dagger that was so hard forged.

It wasn't until he heard another "bang" sound in his ears that he finally yawned and got up and said, "You continue to play with your firecrackers, I'll go see how Feng Muliang is doing."

Huan Chengzhi immediately stopped when he heard the words.

But before he could say that he wanted to go together, He Yufan waved his hand and refused: "I know where his sword forging furnace is, and it's not too far from our place. And the protection measures of Ice and Fire Gate are so good, I'm not going out of the Sword Forging Platform, what can happen?"

Huan Chengzhi frowned.

After a long while, he said with a little displeasure: "Go and come back quickly."

He Yufan waved his hand again, then left towards Feng Muliang without looking back.

Although the sword casting competition is open to the entire cultivation world, for the internal disciples of the Ice and Fire Sect, there will still be some preferential treatment for participating in the competition.

He Yufan didn't understand the feng shui pattern that Huan Cheng said, but as far as he was concerned, the sword forging furnaces placed in the internal disciple's forging area were bigger than those used outside. many.

At this time, there were people forging swords in front of almost every stove, and He Yufan looked around while walking forward.

He felt more and more that, compared to their "forged swords" that exploded with a stick of incense, these are what real forged swords should look like...

Although Feng Muliang is very powerful, but in terms of seniority, he is just an ordinary disciple who has been in the sect for more than a hundred years.

So his sword forging furnace is only located in a corner of this small area.

The location is out of the way, but not too hard to find.

It's just that when He Yufan found him, he was surprised to find that this man didn't forge the sword as he imagined.

I saw Feng Muliang seemed to be in a trance, sitting cross-legged on the ground facing the bluestone, with a devout expression like a pilgrimage, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was doing.

He Yufan walked around the person curiously, making sure that the person wasn't going to open his eyes for a while, so he imitated Feng Muliang's posture and sat down beside him facing him.

After all, Feng Muliang's current state is most likely related to that Demon Lord. If he is watching from the side, if something really happens, at least someone will find out in the first place.

He Yufan felt that his idea was correct, and maybe it was because he subconsciously felt that Mozun would not hurt Feng Muliang, although he was staring at it, he didn't feel nervous.

Sure enough, after touching a stick of incense, Feng Muliang slowly opened his eyes.

It seemed that he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him, first he narrowed his pupils and looked around in a little panic, and the moment he saw He Yufan, he let his tense body relax.

The corners of his lips pursed into a line rose slightly, and Feng Muliang joked softly: "Why, is Brother He going to practice here?"

"Yeah, I looked over here and found that Feng Shui is very good, and I saw that Brother Mu Liang is also practicing, so I went with you on a whim."

He Yufan grinned nonsense and continued.

After the words fell, the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

But now that people are awake, it's time to talk about something serious.

He Yufan got up from the ground, patted his clothes, and waited for Feng Muliang to stand up together, then stopped his smile and said with a little worry: "Brother Mu Liang, do you still remember what happened before?"

"Not quite, but I probably understand." Feng Muliang seemed to have gotten used to this situation, his expression didn't change at all, he just continued with a slight smile: "He was too emotional today and couldn't control it. Just myself. But just now he apologized to me in the spiritual sea, so I decided to forgive him. "

He Yufan raised his eyebrows in puzzlement, repeated the word beyond his comprehension, and said, "Linghai?"

Feng Muliang nodded, his smile deepened, and he raised his finger to point to the location of his heart: "Actually, I don't know what to call that place, but if I guess correctly, it should be where my spiritual consciousness is. There is only a boundless piece of water, and me and him on the water."

After he explained it like this, He Yufan understood the meaning.After nodding to show that he understood, he hesitated for a second before asking, "Then... how is he doing now? I remember he told me just now that he wanted to forge a sword."

"He wants to." Mentioning this, the smile on Feng Muliang's face also faded.As the words fell, he sighed full of sorrow, and then continued: "He said it was because of the punishment of heaven. Since we met, his condition has actually become worse every day. If I hadn't responded in time today , I’m afraid it’s impossible for him to even walk back here.”

As Feng Muliang said, he looked down at the piece of bluestone that was placed in front of the sword forging furnace.

It stands to reason that he and that Demon Lord should have a relationship of two souls seizing one body.But during the exchange during this period, not only did he let go of all his guard against that person, but every time he thought of him going out of his mind, he couldn't help but ignite a cavity of resentment that was hard to ignore.

After all, in the past hundred years, there is no one else who can read his mind with a single look like him.No one can always use a few simple words to bring him back to his original intention when he is confused like him.

As Feng Muliang thought about it, the luster in his eyes dimmed a little.

The fists on the sides unconsciously tightened, and they were squeezed until they hurt, and then they were released suddenly. I don't know if they are asking questions, or talking to themselves: "Tell me, is he going to disappear soon..."

"I don't know." He Yufan shook his head honestly, and casually suggested: "Actually, I think, maybe you can ask him directly?"

After all, no matter from the perspective of cultivation or what, Mozun himself definitely knows his own situation best.

However, what He Yufan didn't expect was that when Feng Muliang heard his proposal, he showed a wry smile and said, "Actually, I asked today. But he told me that I am a sword cultivator, as long as I look at my sword wholeheartedly, I will be fine." Enough is enough, the rest, whether they are people or things, are just passers-by, so there is no need to pay too much attention to it.”

This is basically the answer to the default question.

He Yufan was translating from the bottom of his heart, but he opened and closed his mouth a few times, but he still couldn't say a word of comfort.

Fortunately, Feng Muliang doesn't seem to need his comfort either.

He took another long breath, and looked up at the cloudless blue sky.

When he looked away, the signature gentle smile returned to his face.He said: "From tomorrow, I will start to forge the sword. For me, this is the sword of my life. I am afraid that I will have to forge it with my heart."

He Yufan nodded when he heard the words, and hurriedly said: "Brother Mu Liang, don't worry, there is nothing serious about us. But if you have something to do, remember to call me, I..."

"Of course I will call you over." Feng Muliang said with a smile: "Didn't we agree that when the sword is completed, I will call you to come and witness together?"

That's because I'm afraid that you will be reborn after being struck by lightning.

He Yufan answered in his heart.

Although he didn't have such worries now, seeing Feng Muliang's appearance, his heart moved slightly, and he nodded directly in response: "Then I'll just look forward to it."

Feng Muliang nodded with a smile, and said in a confident and firm tone: "It will not fail your expectations."

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From this day on, just like what Feng Muliang said, he seemed to have retreated and devoted himself to the process of forging the sword.

He Yufan occasionally went to see him a few times, but seeing people busy from a distance, he didn't go to bother him.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the sword casting competition was drawing to a close, there were more scenes of Tan Wan trying swords similar to that day.Only on He Yufan's side, apart from the three long and one short low-grade spirit swords and a mid-grade dagger, there were only lumps of black ash left.

But Feng Muliang also seemed to have encountered a bottleneck, and there was no news for so long.

In this way, a few more days passed.

It wasn't until the last day of the sword casting competition that He Yufan received a message from a disciple of the Binghuomen, saying that Feng Muliang had invited him to watch the sword.

When he arrived with Huan Chengzhi, the sword forging furnace was still the same as before, burning with the aura of the swordsmith as if it was going to burn everything.

In front of the stove, there was only Feng Muliang standing facing the fire, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and his green clothes were the same as when he first saw him.

He Yufan hurried forward a few steps, and was about to say congratulations, but when he saw the person in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he asked in surprise, "Why are you?"