Mainland Martial Arts

Uncle Minghui was busy contacting his family for support, while I was helping Lin Feng. Chen Xiner smiled softly. "We discussed the details of the production together. He always comes up with some new and novel ideas. Those strange and bizarre ideas always become practical things in his hands."

"After the detonators and cannons were made, Uncle Jiu came with his men." Chen Xiner's voice was filled with excitement. "Uncle Jiu is a very generous man. He has a loud voice and a hearty laugh. He greeted us warmly as soon as he saw us."

"Then we went together to deal with the Yellowstone Worm King. When we arrived near the nest again, the Yellowstone Worms seemed to have sensed danger and swarmed towards us frantically." Chen Xiner's expression grew serious. "The dense swarm of insects was terrifying. But luckily, we had the detonators made by Lin Feng. We threw them at the swarm of insects, and instantly, explosions rang out one after another, sending the insects flying everywhere. This prevented the initial casualties."

"Finally, we set up an ambush on both sides of a dangerous canyon, with steep cliffs on both sides. We used Uncle Laojiu as bait to lure the Yellowstone Insect King over." A trace of sadness flashed in Chen Xiner's eyes. "Uncle Laojiu showed no fear. He shouted loudly, attracting the Insect King. When the Insect King entered our encirclement, we launched an attack together."

"The roar of artillery was deafening, and the explosion of detonators was endless. We fought a desperate battle with the Insect King. In the end, we killed most of the powerful Yellowstone Insects, including the Yellowstone Insect King." Chen Xiner's tears burst out, "But, Uncle Laojiu lured the Insect King out as bait, and then died together with the Yellowstone Insect in the canyon, leaving us forever." Chen Xiner lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and tears dripped onto the ground, splashing small water.

"Finally, we found the insect core and destroyed the nest of the Yellowstone worm. After returning to Yellowstone Village, we lived there for a while." Chen Xiner raised her head and looked at the night outside the window. "During that time, we helped together in the village and recalled those days of fighting together. That was the time when Lin Feng and I met, it was very unforgettable." Chen Xiner showed a smile on her face, and that smile was filled with nostalgia for the past and deep longing for Lin Feng.

The room fell silent again, with only the candlelight flickering and crackling. Lin Feng listened quietly, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. He felt as if he had witnessed that thrilling experience firsthand, and also felt Chen Xiner's attachment to the past and her longing for her old friend.

Lin Feng looked at Chen Xiner's painful appearance, and a wave of pity surged in his heart. He moved forward gently, bent down slightly, with concern and tenderness on his face, and said softly: "Don't be too sad. Although the past is painful, they must hope that you can continue to live a good life with those beautiful memories." His voice was low and soft, trying to soothe Chen Xiner's inner pain with words.

Chen Xiner slowly raised her head and looked straight at Lin Feng. The sadness in her eyes had not faded away, replaced by a hint of disappointment and determination: "This is what you want to know. If you are the real Lin Feng, you should be a little touched, but unfortunately you are not." Her voice trembled slightly, with a loss that was hard to conceal, as if at this moment, she had more doubts about Lin Feng's identity.

Lin Feng's eyes dimmed instantly, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, revealing a bitter smile, and he said helplessly: "I'm sorry, maybe I really am not Lin Feng, but I really have no memory." His voice was full of confusion and helplessness, and his outstretched hands trembled slightly, as if telling Chen Xiner about his helplessness.

"Yes, you don't have any memory of the past, so now I'm not sure whether you are the real Lin Feng." There was a hint of indifference in Chen Xiner's tone. She turned her head and stopped looking at Lin Feng. She looked towards the dark night outside the window, as if she could find the answer she longed for there.

"I also wish I were the real Lin Feng," Lin Feng whispered softly, his voice almost drowned out by the wind outside the window. He lowered his head slightly, his hair obscuring his eyes, making it difficult to discern his expression. After saying this, Lin Feng sighed softly, spoke briefly to Chen Xin'er, and then turned and left. His back seemed somewhat desolate, and his steps grew heavy, each step seeming to carry endless confusion and bewilderment.

Chen Xin'er stared at Lin Feng's departing figure, unable to recover for a long time. The air in the room seemed to freeze, the silence almost suffocating. Her mind kept replaying every moment she had spent with Lin Feng, those beautiful memories shimmering in her heart like bright stars. She truly hoped this Lin Feng was real, because she couldn't accept the fact that he was no longer alive. The longing and love for him, like a vine, tightly wrapped around her heart.

After a while, there were soft footsteps outside the door, and Lin Feng reappeared. He held a knife in his hand, the blade wrapped in a black scabbard, making its appearance unclear. Chen Xiner was slightly startled when she saw the knife in Lin Feng's hand, a flash of surprise in her eyes, and then blurted out, "Is this the Star Blade?" Her voice was filled with a hint of surprise and confusion, and her body unconsciously leaned forward, trying to get a better look.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and said: "I wanted to bring the knife here before, but I was so immersed in the Lin family that I forgot about it. Now you can take a look and see if this is Lin Feng's knife." There was a hint of expectation in his voice, hoping that this knife could be the key to solving the mystery of his identity.

Chen Xiner quickly stepped forward and reached out to take the knife. The moment her hand grasped the handle, her brows furrowed, a puzzled expression on her face. "Something's wrong! It's too light," she muttered to herself. "The Star Blade was originally very heavy, weighing over a thousand pounds, but now it's lighter than an ordinary knife." Her eyes were filled with confusion, and there was a hint of inquiry in her gaze towards Lin Feng.

Chen Xiner's hands trembled slightly as she eagerly pulled the knife from its sheath. However, the sight before her stunned her: the sheath lacked a blade, only an empty opening. She jerked her head up, her eyes fixed on Lin Feng, questions filling her eyes. "What's going on? Where's the blade?" Her voice tinged with anxiety and unease, as if the broken blade foreshadowed something ominous.