Hearing this, Nan Feng hurriedly put down the wooden box, stood up and walked towards the secret room. When he arrived at the door of the secret room, he saw that Yuan Anning had already sat up from the stone bed. He may not have come back to his senses. Instead of looking at the successive right palm, he raised his hand and pressed it. To the temples on both sides.
"Hey, hey, don't move." Nanfeng hurriedly stepped in. Yuan Anning raised his right hand. The prosthetic hand made of black iron is extremely hard. If the pressure is too hard, don't crush yourself to death. .
Hearing the sound, Yuan Anning turned around and saw Nanfeng coming. A look of joy immediately appeared on his face, "Why are you here?"
"Me?" Nan Feng was stunned for a moment, "I happened to be passing by. Mr. Wang just received a prosthetic hand for you. Please don't move."
After being reminded by Nanfeng, Yuan Anning remembered the purpose of coming here, raised his hands and lowered his head, and looked nervously.
Nanfeng was not in a hurry to speak. The Ma Fei Powder used by Uncle Wang must be a medicinal soup that can relieve pain. In addition to relieving pain, this medicinal soup seems to have a certain impact on people's consciousness. Yuan Anning was in a state of confusion at this time. The dazed state of waking up from a big dream.
It was obvious that Yuan Anning was very nervous. At first, he just moved his arms and looked up and down. Then he slowly started to try to bend them. He found that the prosthetic hand was very flexible and he was very happy. Although he was not overjoyed, his body was trembling slightly.
It can be seen that Yuan Anning is very satisfied with the prosthetic hand, and it can be said that it has achieved the effect she expected. But what she did not expect was that the effect was far beyond what she imagined. After quickly bending and pinching, she lowered her hand to touch the stone. The edge of the bed was shaking even more violently this time. It was obvious that she had discovered that the prosthetic hand was not only as flexible as an arm, but also allowed her to feel the long-lost touch.
Nanfeng didn't say anything to urge her. It wasn't until Yuan Anning stopped trying and raised his head in surprise that he asked, "How do you feel?"
Yuan Anning looked happy and nodded repeatedly.
"Let's go, Mr. Wang is still waiting for us outside." Nanfeng said.
Yuan Anning nodded again and got down to the ground with her arms raised. The effect of Ma Fei Powder may not have completely dissipated. Her legs and feet were weak. After getting off the ground, she was unsteady and staggered.
Upon seeing this, Nanfeng hurriedly reached out to support her and helped her walk towards the secret room.
After walking a few steps, Yuan Anning seemed to remember something, stopped, looked around, then pointed at the wooden table on the west side, "My baggage."
Nan Feng let go of Yuan An Ning and went over to pick up the baggage. Next to the baggage was another utensil wrapped in linen. He picked it up and found that it was very heavy.
"What is this?" Nanfeng asked casually. In fact, he guessed that this object was Jiutian Black Iron based on its weight as soon as he got it. However, the shape of this object was very different from the Dragon Subduing Mace.
"The sword I made for you," Yuan Anning tilted her head to the side, not looking at Nanfeng, "There is a lot of black iron left, and it is of little use if I keep it."
When others give gifts, they are afraid that others will not feel their sincerity, but Yuan Anning is just the opposite, as if she is afraid that Nan Feng will miss her. Nan Feng naturally knows what prompted Yuan An Ning to do this.
There is no need to reveal some things even if you know them. Nanfeng smiled and looked up and down, looking for the end of the linen rope, "Sword or knife?"
Without support, Yuan Anning stood unsteadily and stretched out his hand to support the end of the stone bed, "It's both a knife and a sword."
Seeing that Yuan Anning was unsteady, Nanfeng did not open the cloth bag, put it under his arm, carried the bundle, and came over to help Yuan Anning out of the secret room.
Seeing Uncle Wang, Yuan Anning couldn't help but say thank you again. She was extremely nervous when she came, but now she was not only happy but happy, she was really full of joy.
After saying thanks and humility, the three of them sat down. Yuan Anning was also a guest, sitting at the head of the south wind.
Nanfeng took out the rune painting room from the bag, wrote down the contents of the ninth piece of tortoise shell, and handed it to Uncle Wang, "This is one of the heavenly books. Please keep it, sir."
Uncle Wang reached out to take it, put it aside, then pointed at the wooden box and said, "This muskrat is no better than an insect. It needs to eat once every half a month at most. There is no need to find poison to feed it. You only need to open the wooden box and let it out." , it will look for food on its own and return after eating."
Seeing Nanfeng's doubtful expression, Uncle Wang explained, "This wooden box is carved from the core of sandalwood that has lasted for thousands of years. The muskrat has been using it as its nest and cannot live anywhere else."
"A gentleman does not take away from others..."
Uncle Wang waved his hand to interrupt Nanfeng's words, "It is true that this thing is rare, but it is not what I love. It was given to someone else for you."
Nanfeng thanked him again and stood up to leave.
Uncle Wang did not try to persuade them to stay. He sent the two of them outside the courtyard gate and watched them go down the mountain.
At this time, Yuan Anning was able to walk on her own. Nanfeng did not continue to support her, but slowly walked down the mountain with her, "Are you satisfied?"
"Unexpected." Yuan Anning raised his arms and looked at his hands.
Nanfeng wanted to say that he just liked it, but he swallowed it back. No matter how good the prosthetic hand was, it was fake. It was just a way to make up for the imperfection, and after all, it was not as good as the original one.
Yuan Anning seemed to want to say something, but there were only signs of opening his mouth, but there was no follow-up.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Nan Feng broke the silence by speaking, "Where are you going next?"
"Go to the jade." Yuan Anning said.
"I just came back from there, you'd better not go there." Nanfeng shook his head and said.
"Why?" Yuan Anning's expression was not confused but sad.
Nanfeng replied, "The two Wei Dynasties are fighting there. Long Yunzi and Yan Feixue are both supervising the battle in the army. I feel that the battle situation is not good for the Western Wei Dynasty. The jade is very close to the battlefield. It is estimated that the war will spread there soon." "
"Then I have to go earlier." Yuan Anning said casually.
Nanfeng originally wanted to ask Yuan Anning what she had done in the past, but then she thought about it and did not ask. Yuan Anning would not help the Western Wei Dynasty fight against the Eastern Wei Dynasty, but it could not be ruled out that she would go there and take away her relatives, friends and old friends.
"This place is two to three thousand miles away from Yubi. It's too slow to walk. I'll give you a ride." Nanfeng said.
"Don't delay your business." Yuan Anning did not refuse.
"No, I have nothing urgent to do." Nanfeng shook his head.
While talking, the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain. There were many carriages and horses at the foot of the mountain. The concierge had previously informed Uncle Wang that he would not be seeing patients today. At this time, almost all the people at the foot of the mountain were gone, with only one carriage parked at the bluestone archway. The edge of the woods on the east side.
Seeing the two of them coming down the mountain, the porter hurriedly came out to see them off. The people in the other wooden houses went about their own ways, seemingly not paying attention to the two of them, but in fact they were all spying on them secretly.
Until now, except for the two volumes of the Heavenly Book given to Yan Feixue, all the Heavenly Books sent by Nanfeng were the ninth piece of tortoise shell. The volume given to Yuan Anning was also the same, but at that time he did not know that the patterns on the tortoise shell were martial arts. Yuan Anning's moves only had words and no cracks. At this time, he wanted to imprint the texture of the ninth turtle shell on her, but there were eyes everywhere around him, so he could only suppress this idea temporarily.
It was no secret that he had Ba Ye as his mount, and he didn't bother to hide his head and tail. When he got to an open place, he whistled to summon Ba Ye.
Not long after, Master Ba arrived.
Just when Nanfeng was about to cheer up, he noticed something suspicious at a glance. There was a coachman lying half on the shaft of the carriage on the east side. The coachman had his legs crossed and was wearing a bamboo hat on his head. He covered his eyebrows but not his eyes. Judging from the direction of the driver's tilted head, he should be spying on them.
The coachman was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, one of those people who could never be recognized after blending into a crowd. This man was very unfamiliar and he had probably never seen him before.
Just as he was about to turn his gaze back, he suddenly noticed the middle-aged man's ears. People's ears are very different, and the shape of the middle-aged man's ears gave him a feeling of déjà vu.
Now that he has entered the Purple Qi Cave Abyss, flies within a hundred feet can distinguish male from female. Looking closely, there are signs of covering up the pierced ears on the man's earlobes. He suddenly thinks of a person. Comparing again, although the cover is clever, but We can still see the clues.
"I saw that carriage the day before yesterday." Yuan Anning said in a low voice.
Nan Feng didn't answer, and pulled Yuan An Ning to the edge of the woods on the west side. He took out the ninth piece of tortoise shell from his arms, smeared cinnabar on it and made a rubbing, then handed the rubbed yellow paper to Yuan An Ning, "I There are some things that need to be dealt with. Master Ba will send you over. This is the heavenly book I shared with you earlier. The lines on it are the moves of superior martial arts. Only you and I know about this matter. Don’t leak it to others."
"What happened?" Yuan Anning asked.
"Little things." Nanfeng stuffed the yellow paper into Yuan Anning's baggage.
"Just do it if you have something to do. Don't worry about me. I'll go to the jade myself." Yuan Anning said.
"It's okay, let's go quickly." Nanfeng made a few gestures to Ba Ye, who was hovering above.
Although Yuan Anning didn't know the reason, he didn't get to the bottom of it. Instead, he handed the sword wrapped in linen to Nanfeng, "If you hold it, it will be a double-edged sword, if you hold it tightly, it will be a single-edged sword."
"Thank you, get ready, I'll take you up." After Nanfeng said that, he sent Yuan Anning up into the air.
Ba Ye had been instructed by Nan Feng before and knew what Nan Feng wanted it to do. When he saw Yuan An Ning coming up, he swooped down to catch her, gave her a chirp, and headed northeast.
Watching them leave, Nanfeng sat down from the edge of the woods, untied the linen cloth and looked at the utensils inside.
Inside the bag was a long sword about four feet long, with a wooden scabbard. It was probably because one hand was not allowed to carve it. There was no pattern on the scabbard, but the material used was exquisite. It should be precious wood dismantled from royal artifacts.
The hilt of the sword is made of black black iron, which is different from the hilt of an ordinary long sword. The guard is in the shape of an eagle spreading its wings. This guard is somewhere between the guard of a knife and the guard of a sword.
The handle has a five-finger outline and can only be held in one direction. This structure should be to ensure that the blade is under the force after the long sword becomes a long knife.
Pulling the sword out of its sheath, you can see that the sword body made of black iron is about four feet long. This length takes into account the needs of the sword.
In addition, the sword body does not have any extra decoration except for the dense blood grooves running through both the front and back sides. The function of the sword is to kill people, not to look good. For thousands of years, the speculations of swordsmiths and the actual combat of warriors have found the best sword. The shape, as the saying goes, is too clever but not too workmanlike. Too many fancy changes will be superfluous and will reduce the offensive power of the sword.
Holding it tightly, the long sword immediately turns into a long sword. Different from the ordinary thick-backed broadsword, the long sword transformed from the long sword is very similar to the narrow-edged Miao Dao. It is slender and sharp. It is made of black iron and is hard. Incomparably, the narrow blade can speed up the attack without risking being cut off by the opponent.
After the inspection, Nanfeng returned his sword to its sheath, leaned against the big tree and closed his eyes to fall asleep. I am here, come and apologize quickly.
After waiting for a while and seeing no movement, Nan Feng was not in a hurry to see who could be more stubborn than the other.
The sun rose, the temperature rose, and the south wind became a little sleepy. At this moment, the sound of driving came from the east.
Hearing the sound, Nanfeng tilted his head to the side.
After waiting for a while, I heard that the carriage was not moving to the west, but to the south.
Looking back, damn, he's gone...