In the Blade

Tiannan, Jiange.

Although this place is called Jiange, it has nothing to do with the sword itself. It is mainly because there is a nearby pass called Jianmen Pass, so this place is named after Jiange - but perhaps it is because of this name. , this place has attracted some blacksmiths to stay here. Relying on the reputation of the sword pavilion, these blacksmiths have been making swords all year round, which can be considered a good business.

But on this day, the most inconspicuous blacksmith shop in Jiange received a special order.

"If you want to use the steel-wrapping method, I know how to do it, but this piece of steel that your guest brought..."

Looking at the broken metal palm on the wooden table in front of him, the old blacksmith's face was full of hesitation.

"Young man, let me ask one more question. Guest, I'm afraid this was taken from some statue of a god or Buddha, right? This material..."

"Why are you talking so much?"

The burly man wearing a bamboo hat slammed the table.

"Just tell me whether you want to accept it or not!"

"Take it! Take it!"

Seeing that the burly man had lost his temper, the old blacksmith subconsciously shrank his neck.

Although the origin of this broken-palm-shaped iron material must be questionable, judging from the old blacksmith's many years of blacksmithing experience, this is undoubtedly a top-quality piece of material - God knows why such a good piece of material was made into something like this. From the looks of it, this is simply a waste of natural resources.

Now that this burly man wants to make it into a sword, it can be said that he has made the best use of it.

"It's just...hey."

With a sigh, the old blacksmith picked up the piece of iron.

"I can only hope that the gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will not blame me."

"Gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?"

After hearing these words, the burly man actually sneered.

"If they have any objections, let them come to me on their own! I want to see what they can say!"

"..."

Faced with such arrogance, the old blacksmith couldn't say much. After all, all the capable masters of evil spirit are like this these days. They are dissatisfied with one another and resentful with that one all day long. It seems that with that weapon in hand, they are directly invincible, even against the enemy. There is no respect at all for gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

But the customer didn't believe this, and the old blacksmith couldn't help but believe it. After all, he was in business, and at least he had to worship the God of Wealth.

So, the God of Wealth shouldn’t be blamed, right?

"The construction period is three months, you can just pick it up when the time comes."

The old blacksmith who accepted the iron material bowed his hand and probably gave it a day.

But after hearing this, the burly man slapped the table again.

"Three months is too long! Seven days!"

"Seven, seven days?"

The old blacksmith was dumbfounded. Three months turned into seven days. How could there be such a rush?

"The little old man has other things to do. No matter how fast it is, it won't be possible..."

"Then let them wait!"

The burly man held down the old blacksmith's shoulders.

"There are only seven days. After seven days, I will come again. If the sword is not ready, you know the consequences."

"..."

Feeling the tremendous force coming from his shoulders, the old blacksmith was speechless.

If he had known better, he would not have accepted this order. This is what these gangsters are like. They are not very generous, and they even threaten to kill the whole family at every turn - but now it is too late for him to refuse, just because of that burly man. He turned around and walked out the door and walked away.

The old blacksmith was left with only seven days.

In seven days, this sword must be forged.

"What kind of evil is this!"

The old blacksmith couldn't help but feel unlucky. You should know that there are several blacksmith shops in Jiange. This strange man didn't go to the big merchants who could ship goods faster, but he chose to find him, a small shop... He Who was provoked?

"Forget it, accept your bad luck."

Faced with this unexpected disaster, the old blacksmith could only work overtime.

While calling the young apprentice to pull up the bellows, the old blacksmith began to try to cast this strange piece of steel. Although he was still quite dissatisfied with the matter itself, this top-quality material was fatal to any blacksmith. Attractiveness - In fact, the old blacksmith felt that it would be a waste of money to let him make this piece of steel, but a better craftsman would definitely be able to make something better.

But the old blacksmith never thought of giving up this opportunity. He felt that this would be the best work he would make in his lifetime.

If he could make a famous sword that would last forever, he would be able to find a good job for his children and grandchildren. Just based on the reputation of this sword, his children and grandchildren would be able to feed them endlessly.

As the flames became more intense, the steel material itself also burned red. After some forging, the steel material that originally looked like a broken palm gradually revealed the shape of a sword embryo - but the old blacksmith still remembered that The burly man also needs to use the steel-clad method, which is to use this steel material as the core and then cover it with fine steel as the skin, so as to make a sword that is both strong and soft.

In the eyes of the old blacksmith, this is obviously an outsider's thinking. After all, as the old saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade. If this sword is to be made seriously, it is more appropriate to use the steel clamping method, that is, to use it on the blade. This excellent piece of steel can be used as a cutting edge to maximize its function.

But the guests have already made their requests, and the old blacksmith has no reason to forcefully change it. Anyway, it was the guest who made the request himself, probably because of its special usage?

"But... we still have to change our thinking."

The old blacksmith thought for a while, but still didn't fully follow the idea given by the burly man.

The steel-wrapping method is not impossible to use, but it is equivalent to completely wasting this excellent piece of steel. You have to wrap the good steel in it. This is the first time the old blacksmith has heard of this method - but if you only use a similar method, The old blacksmith really knows an idea.

"It's only after you meet me that I can get it out for you... seven days is really a bit of a rush."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the old blacksmith began his work.

The method used by the old blacksmith is similar to the steel-wrapping method, except that the better steel bar is directly wrapped in fine steel, but the old blacksmith uses another method. They sound similar, but are actually completely different.

The old blacksmith made a set of Zimu swords directly.

The so-called mother sword is the outer layer of fine steel sword body. It can be used for cutting and stabbing normally, but the most wonderful thing about this sword is the child sword hidden in the fine steel sword body, which is the piece of steel sword. A dagger embryo forged from high-quality steel - in other words, the fine steel blade itself is also another scabbard. If you pull it out suddenly, the exposed dagger is as sharp as iron.

Being able to open a shop in Jiange despite the competition from many blacksmith shops, this old man also has some unique skills of his own.

"What a great sword!"

Although the contract was for seven days, it actually only took five days. The old blacksmith had already worked overtime to complete the sword.

That is to say, the performance of the core iron is so excellent that he could complete such a sword in his lifetime. Otherwise, he might not be able to build such a complicated structure of a mother-and-son sword in another fifty years.

But just when the old blacksmith was about to wait two more days to hand over the sword, the burly man suddenly opened the door and came in.

"Has it been finished? It is indeed a good sword!"

Pishou took the sword from the old blacksmith's hand, and a smile appeared on the face of the burly man.

Just because the thought that emerged in my heart became clearer and clearer.

"Okay, you have now taken the first step to mastering power."

The thought in his heart was guiding him.

"The next words..."

"The next step is to kill all these people, of course."

Saying this, the burly man, or Lord Yaoguang Xing, had already raised his sword.

That's right, he had no intention of paying from the beginning. After all, these mortal blacksmiths knew too much - if the thought coming from the severed palm hadn't told him that only mortals could forge it into weapons, He would never let something so vital fall into mortal hands.

Fortunately, his shielding has been good enough in the past few days, and the matter of forging the sword has not been discovered by other powerful people, so now it is naturally time to finish the work.

As long as these mortal blacksmiths are killed, no one will know that he has been here, let alone that he once had a piece of the remains of an extraterrestrial demon.

"Are you really going to do this?"

The thought lingering in my mind came up again.

"You have to think carefully. If a sword kills people and is stained with evil spirits, it may not be that easy to use..."

"It doesn't matter, it will only be the shell that kills people anyway."

Saying this, Lord Yaoguang Xing looked at the old blacksmith with a more dangerous look.

"Speaking of which, you're an old guy. I've told you time and time again that you must use the steel-wrapping method. But what did you end up with? You had to be so clever to make a son-in-law sword?"

Saying this, Yaoguang Xingjun raised his sword.

"Since you, old man, have such an idea, let's just use you to unseal this sword."

"... Use the blood of an old man to open the seal for me?"

In Yaoguang Xingjun's mind, thoughts that did not belong to him once again surfaced.

"Are you looking down on me a little too much?"

"Then whose blood do you want to use?"

Lord Yaoguang Xing looked indifferent.

The power that had killed him five times in a row was already at his fingertips, and Lord Yaoguang Xing was in a good mood.

"Do you want to use the blood of an evil spirit master? Or some monster's blood? Whether it's a jackal, tiger, leopard, or..."

"I think it would be more appropriate to use the blood of the mighty."

It was at this time that the thoughts in my mind emerged again.

The long sword in Yaoguang Xingjun's hand has also turned around uncontrollably.

The sharp blade pointed at Yaoguang Xingjun's neck.

"What did you say..."

Poof——

Before Yaoguang Xingjun could say anything, the sharp blade had already passed through his neck, and even cut open Yaoguang Xingjun's neck.

Dou Da's head rolled to the ground, and an incredible look remained on Lord Yaoguang Xing's face.

"You, how could you..."

Dang clang——

The blood-stained sword fell to the ground, and the blood-stained blade exuded a strange look.

It makes people want to pick it up.

"This sword, this sword..."

Everyone in the blacksmith shop was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and the old blacksmith who was closest to him had even begun to lose control of his steps and gradually moved towards the sword.

"This sword..."

The old blacksmith tremblingly picked up the sword he had made with his own hands.

The sword made of steel should obviously be a dead object, but the old blacksmith always felt that the sword seemed to be saying something to him.

"This sword..."

At this moment, the old blacksmith had already noticed that there seemed to be something strange about this weapon, but even if he had noticed this, he was reluctant to throw away the sword.

After all, this was the sword he made with his own hands.

After all, this was a rare and good sword.

This sword...

"Give me back the sword!"

At this moment, the burly body that had lost its head suddenly reached out to grab the old blacksmith!

Seeing that the corpse could still move, the old blacksmith was shocked and staggered a few steps to retreat, but the sword in his hand took his body forward - with just one sword, the burly body was cut in half. The cutting felt as soft as nothing, and the feeling of cutting through the bones was even easier than a hot knife cutting into grease!

"This... killed someone!"

The old blacksmith was so scared that he fell to the ground and couldn't even stand up.

But the old blacksmith didn't move, which didn't mean that the sword wouldn't move. So in the eyes of the apprentices in the blacksmith shop, the old blacksmith clearly pierced the head that rolled on the ground with a sword while sitting on the ground.

When did their master become so skilled?

And the head, which had been pierced, was still opening its mouth?

"You kid..."

The head pierced on the blade stared at the hilt with eyes wide open.

"You, you actually lied to me..."

"I didn't lie to you, I just told you that only mortals can use the power of equality for all beings."

The thought that didn't belong to him once again appeared in Yaoguang Xingjun's mind.

"Look, now it is indeed equal. An ordinary person can kill you with a few swords. There is nothing wrong with this power. How can you say that I lied to you?"

"You... dog!"

The head couldn't help but curse out loud after all.

"I, I will come back..."

"I hope so, I'll wait for you to come back."

As this thought flashed through his mind, Yaoguang Xingjun's head was immediately lifted into the air, and then with a sword flower, it was cut into pieces.

Only a group of apprentices were left, staring blankly at their master who suddenly showed his power.

"This..."

Looking at the old blacksmith lying on the ground with a long sword, and then looking at the broken corpse on the ground, several blacksmith apprentices looked at each other for a few seconds, and for a while they didn't know whether to go forward or retreat.

"First, close the door first!"

In the end, the old blacksmith who had recovered his breath made the decision himself.

And as he closed the door, the old blacksmith once again looked at the sword in his hand.

It seemed that he had really made something incredible.