At night, a private room in an ordinary restaurant in the imperial capital.

Feng Jixing, Lin Muyu sat opposite each other, Qin Yan and Zhang Wei were there, drinking the slutty wine in one mouthful. Lin Muyu actually became a grain transport officer for the first time on the expedition. This was really sad, but what could he do? Even if the whole world knew that he was depressed, as long as the two grand dukes nodded together, he would be considered a grain transport officer.

"Official Lin Yunliang, I'll do it first to toast..." Feng Jixing picked up the wine glass, said boredly, and raised his head to drink the wine in the glass.

Lin Muyu also drank the glass of wine and said, "Brother Feng, don't tease me."

Zhang Wei laughed, slapped the table lightly, and said, "Actually, according to my old Zhang's opinion, even if he became a grain transport officer, Lord Lin Muyu is still the strongest man in this expeditionary army. What's so scary? You can tell me about it on the battlefield. After making great achievements, I want to see what reasons the two great masters have to prevent you from rising to the sky."

Feng Jixing pondered and said, "I heard that the army that went out to fight was very responsible. Among them, 50,000 were Min Yulin's old subordinates, 30,000 were Muyu City's troops, and 20,000 were Qihai City's troops. In addition, Ayu's 3,000 baggage army formed a new 100,000 "Yangwei Legion". The name is very majestic, and I don't know what the combat power is."

"Does Brother Feng understand Min Yulin?" Lin Muyu asked.

Feng Jixing shook his head: "I have been the commander of the imperial guards for less than ten years. When I came to the imperial capital, he was already guarding the border in Huoji City, so he has never seen it. However, after hearing the rumors in the army, Min Yulin has a very good reputation, but Ayu, you must be more careful and not contradict him."

"Why." Lin Muyu was stunned.

"Because Min Yulin is now a marquis of Shenwei, he is a civilian, and in his early years it was said that he was still a basket-weaving person. What he hated most in his life were the children of the gentry, those who could rise up with blood. You are the adopted son of the late emperor and Xiao Yin's righteous brother, so Min Yulin will inevitably not be jealous of you."

"That's it..." Lin Muyu poured wine and said with a drink: "No matter how many, I am a grain transporter anyway, so it's hard to say whether I can kill Yiheguo with my own hands when I go to Lingdong Province. Besides, Yiheguo has only a few tens of thousands of people in Lingdong Province, so it may not be necessary to fight with the Yangwei Army."

"Um."

Feng Jixing nodded and said, "I think so too. The power of Yihe Kingdom in Lingbei is gradually declining. Their biggest reliance is the natural danger of the Qinling Mountains. If there were no Qinling Mountains, I am afraid that the 100,000 iron hooves of the Great Qin Empire would have broken every inch of Yihe Kingdom's territory long ago."

Zhang Wei grinned and said, "It seems that Lord Lin Muyu will definitely succeed this time."

“This may not be true.”

Feng Jixing frowned and said, "I always feel a little uneasy. The Lingdong Province is too quiet, so quiet that it is a bit unreasonable. Logically speaking, Yi and the country should not be unaware of it. Besides... Yangwei Legion itself also has various contradictions, and it is not truly one."

"How do you say this?" Lin Muyu asked cautiously.

Feng Jixing reached out and dipped some wine, drew a circle on the table, saying, "This is the entire Yangwei Army, half of which are from Min Yulin. These 50,000 people are divided into the Tianqi Army of 10,000 people, the 20,000 Iron-buying Camp, the 5,000 God-Bow Camp, and the 15,000 Tomahawk Camp, all of which are led by Min Yulin's people. In addition, there are 30,000 Muyu City Army, led by Su Wentian, and 20,000 Qihai City Army, led by Wang Xi, and finally two thousand Linghuo Secretariat and one thousand Temple Army. Ayu, do you know how many conflicts there are here?"

Lin Muyu took a deep breath and said, "Duke Lan and Duke Yun are not in harmony, Su Wentian and Wang Xi must be the kind of person who never interacts with each other."

"That's right."

Feng Jixing said lightly: "Duke Lan and the generals under Duke Yun are rebellious, treating the imperial capital as their own family, and causing trouble outside many times. A few days ago, Su Wentian's son fought with Wang Xi's son. The two families are in the same situation. I am not afraid of anything else, just afraid that you will suffer all the grievances in such a crack."

"Don't worry." Lin Muyu raised her chest and smiled slightly: "A small matter, they dare not touch me, otherwise I will deal with them."

"Um."

Feng Jixing looked at him deeply and said, "This trip will not go too smoothly. It will make you suffer. But don't worry, Ayu, if the emperor has me, Feng Jixing, there will be no major problems, and there will be no problems with His Highness Yin's safety."

"Yeah, I get it."

"Then, three days later, we will practice it for you."

"good."

Lin Muyu looked at Feng Jixing's sword and said, "The wind sword has already sharpened the gap... Brother Feng, give me the wind sword. I will help you recast the wind sword before I left Lanyan City."

"Really." Feng Jixing was overjoyed: "I thought you kid had forgotten."

"Haha, why is it that there is no suitable spirit stone soul refining. This time, don't worry, I'll leave it to me. I'll be able to deliver a brand new wind-slaying sword to the mansion tomorrow."

"Don't send it to the mansion, I'll go to the temple tomorrow morning."

"good."

...

That night, according to Lin Muyu's request, Jin Xiaotang sent him a bunch of thousands of years of black iron and various soldier casting materials. Lin Muyu didn't know when he would come back when he went to Lingdong Province. He had to cast a batch of excellent weapons to support the Ziyin Flower Chamber of Commerce.

Late at night, the office of the Temple Deacon was shining with light. Star flames roared in the weapon refining cauldron, and Feng Jixing's Fengshou Sword was placed in the cauldron at this time. The texture of the Fengshou Sword itself is ten thousand years of black iron. Unfortunately, the founder's skills were very ordinary, and even failed to refine the soul, so the Fengshou Sword was just a sharp fast sword, but it could not be called a divine weapon.

The star flame quickly melted the sword, and Lin Muyu added several pieces of ten thousand-year-old black iron into it. Then, the star flame quenched the impurities in the black iron, and gray star rays slowly rose, and the ten thousand-year-old black iron mixed into the iron slurry. After nearly two hours of smelting, Lin Muyu almost tempered the ten thousand-year-old black iron to the most essence, and then placed the spirit stone of the sky beast into the treasure cauldron.

It took nearly an hour to refine the spirit stone again, and Lin Muyu's current cultivation level was as deep as ten years, otherwise it would have to be at least three or five hours.

"roar."

The beast soul of the sky beast jumped out of the flames tried to backfire against Lin Muyu. Unfortunately, Lin Muyu shouted softly and immediately the image of a star appeared on his body, easily shattering and subduing the beast soul. The next moment, the golden beast soul turned into wisps of light and fell into the iron paste of the wind sword. Lin Muyu continued to exercise the battle knife and asked Lulu to repaint the wind sword mold, and then began to cool down.

The whole process lasted for nearly 5 hours. Finally, a brand new wind-slashing knife appeared in front of me. The blade was repeatedly tempered and 15 composite blades were forged by Lin Muyu, which was unprecedentedly exquisite.

"Puff."

The battle knife fell into the water, and the whole office suddenly became hot. Lin Muyu reached out to take out the wind sword in the water. He saw the light on the blade, and the soul refining of the Sky Beast faintly appeared on it. It was the holy beast soul pattern. This knife could undoubtedly be ranked among the holy qualities.

"Congratulations to brother."

Lulu jumped out and said with a smile: "This knife is the fifth level of the holy grade, and it is the best weapon forged by my brother."

"Well, Brother Feng must be very satisfied."

Lin Muyu put the wind-slaying sword aside, and then took out more ten thousand-year-old black iron and thousand-year-old black iron to forge more weapons. There were too many spirit stones brought back this time, and there were still many processes to do.

Until the next morning, Lin Muyu had almost no eyes closed, and 11 additional weapons were added in the office. The best of them was the Wind-Slaying Sword, followed by a long holy grade seventh-level sword, which was cast from the spirit stone of the 10,000-year-old Pyracantha beast. In addition, they were all mysterious and spiritual weapons. Overall, at least this knife was enough to become the treasure of the Zi Yinhua Chamber of Commerce's storekeeping.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

There was a knock on the door and Feng Jixing's voice coming from outside: "Ayu Dadao, Feng Jixing is here, have my wind-cutting knife been cast?"

Feng Jixing is too impatient.

"Come in."

Lin Muyu smiled slightly.

Feng Jixing pushed the door open, his handsome face was filled with joy, and his eyebrows were even stained with dew condensed from the morning mist. He smiled and said, "Ayu, where is Brother Feng's guy."

"Here."

Lin Muyu raised his hand, and his fighting spirit whirled, hooked the wind sword and threw it out.

"Bang."

Feng Jixing held it steadily, and suddenly felt a powerful light force pouring into his arm, and there was a shadow of the holy beast soul on the blade. He couldn't help but look at Lin Muyu in shock and said, "Holy."

"Yes." Lin Muyu nodded.

"God... it's really a holy product." Feng Jixing was already overjoyed.

Lin Muyu smiled happily: "Can I lie to you? How about it, the weight is good?"

"Advantage, a handy one."

Feng Jixing almost rolled happily, holding the sword tightly, and said with a smile: "Ayu, you have helped Brother Feng so much. It seems that it is really unreasonable if I don't invite you to drink for a month."

"Ha ha."

Lin Muyu said: "Let's talk about this when I come back. I will continue to work hard for a while. If Brother Feng is very idle, please help me with something."

"What's up."

"Go to the Ministry of War to help me get 1,000 sets of imperial guards armor. The Temple Army does not have suitable armor for the time being, and it will not be able to be built in a short period of time. The imperial guards stored in the military warehouse should be enough. It would be better for me to go there, and I am not very good. You can do this."

"Well, I'll leave this to me."

Feng Jixing turned around happily and left.

Lin Muyu continued to forge weapons and had a day left to go to war, so there was not much time left for him.
Chapter completed!