Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

On a rainy morning, there were few pedestrians on the road, and the small town built around the sword-making furnace was still as lively as before.

Where does the excitement come from? It is the sound of iron hammering that continues day and night.

It goes on and on, without stopping. As soon as one furnace is finished, another one is started, and it cannot be interrupted.

Wang Ping'an has become accustomed to such noise, or rather, everyone in the town has become accustomed to it. Even the scholars who "turn a deaf ear to the world outside" have become accustomed to such a life.

The noise of iron hammering filled their ears and confused their minds, but they remained focused.

In response to this, the old teacher at the town’s academy said: Find peace in the midst of noise and your mind will always be at peace.

Wang Pingan agrees with this very much.

Although he has graduated from college and found a job as a tavern cashier, he has maintained this peace of mind to this day.

The reason why he did not take the imperial examination or pursue academic studies after graduating from college, but instead found this accounting job was simple: he wanted to get closer to the world and see what it was like.

Such Jianghu taverns are most likely to attract Jianghu heroes, especially the small town taverns next to the sword-making stove, which can attract many swordsmen and knifemen.

Wang Ping'an thus witnessed many things in the martial arts world, met some famous knights in the surrounding area, and even some people from the Brahma Sword School came to the tavern, just like this morning.

Fan Jian sent a large group of people, who poured into the tavern and asked for three tables of water and breakfast from the owner, who was usually cunning but honest today.

The tavern also has a part-time breakfast vendor, otherwise the town usually has a curfew at night, which means the tavern has less business than other places. Therefore, the money-loving owner has the kitchen staff make steamed buns for breakfast, has the servants shout at the door, and has Wang Ping'an write a "manifesto" for breakfast and hang it at the door of the tavern.

Today, the disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect all had amazing appetites. They ate eighteen trays of fresh meat buns and twenty boiled eggs. After finishing these things, they still felt that they were not satisfied, so they asked the waiter to go to the tavern across the street and buy eighteen bowls of noodles. Only then did they stop.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they just paid the bill but did not leave. They just occupied the table and did not talk or chat. It was really strange.

The tavern owner didn't dare to chase them away and could only wait anxiously for their next order.

But they just closed their eyes, rested, and adjusted their breathing.

Wang Ping'an also looked at them curiously. He could feel that these people were a little nervous, and even had... fear in their hearts. Yes, fear.

And the thing they feared, no, the person they revered was soon arriving.

But he was stopped by the waiter one step ahead.

"Sir... we have no space here... would you like another place?" The handsome waiter was winking at the visitor.

Wang Ping'an was a little confused for a moment.

Why do all the people around me have so many stories?

Even this waiter knew the people from the martial arts world. He... also knew them. His grandfather knew many people from the martial arts world who wanted to forge swords, which meant that he also indirectly knew these people from the martial arts world.

"It's okay." The man holding a sword pushed the waiter away and strode into the hall.

Rub rub rub rub! !

The members of the Brahma Sword Sect in the hall stood up one by one, like long swords, and the sword intent instantly intertwined in the lobby of the tavern.

Wang Ping'an quickly ducked and hid behind the counter.

The shopkeeper was even quicker and ran to the backyard in a flash.

The waiter rubbed his chest and quietly hid behind the man holding the sword.

"Don't break it, you'll have to pay for it." The waiter muttered behind him.

The man sneered: "The Brahma Sword Sect is a big family with a lot of wealth, they should pay."

"Hmph! Jinghong Swordsman, you sneak attacked my senior brother and caused him to lose his right arm, yet you still dare to be so arrogant, you are truly despicable." A man from the Brahma Sword Sect had deep sunken cheeks and frosty temples on both sides of his face. He held a sword with a crescent-shaped scabbard and wore a cassock that was neither a monk nor a Taoist priest. He looked different, but also a symbol.

"Oh my god, don't think that you can frame others just because your Brahma Sword Sect is so powerful. It was clearly him who attacked me by surprise and I counterattacked and knocked him to the ground. I didn't hit his right arm, but only broke the bone of his right little finger. Don't throw this dirty water on me." The Jinghong Swordsman told him everything.

"And you guys, I've already fought with you, and you can't do anything to me, so why are you bothering me? Go back to Putuo Temple as soon as possible and find your master to chat with me."

All eighteen members of the Brahma Sword Sect glared at him angrily, but no one stepped forward to challenge him in a duel of swords and discuss reason.

However, just as the Jinghong Swordsman had a smile on his face and looked very proud, the faces of the Brahma Sword Sect disciples suddenly changed drastically.

"Master...!"

The calls of "Master" were heard one after another in the hall.

The Jinghong swordsman was slightly surprised, but did not turn around. His swordsmanship had already noticed that there was a master standing on the street behind him.

His strength is far above his, and probably even above his teacher.

Could it be that these lousy masters really came? Jinghong Swordsman was shocked.

He tightened his grip on the sword, not daring to relax even a bit.

But he stood at the door of the tavern for a long time, his mind tense for a long time, but he didn't see the man behind him take any action.

He turned slowly, wanting to see what was happening on the street.

There was no one left on the street, and all that was left at the noodle stall opposite was a steaming pot churning out soupy noodles.

As for the master of the group of Brahma Sword Sect disciples, he was only seven feet away from Jinghong Swordsman and was standing on the street. However, he did not look at Jinghong Swordsman. He faced the end of the street and ignored everyone else.

The stunning swordsman followed his gaze and looked towards the other end of the street.

At this moment, a figure was walking slowly towards them, with brisk steps, a haggard face, a tall and thin figure, and holding a long sword with a scabbard decorated with red, purple and jadeite.

Who is it? An idea came to the mind of Jinghong Swordsman.

Or rather, that rumor.

he came.

The one who can be called a swordsman alone.

But shouldn’t he go to Wuye City in Wuye Province to look for the Putuo Temple of the Brahma Sword Sect?

The swordsman didn't walk fast, but if you didn't keep an eye on him, he might have already appeared before you.

"You're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time." The big shot of the Brahma Sword Sect pretended to be nonchalant.

But the swordsman ignored his greeting and just walked to the door of the tavern and passed him by.

When the big shot of the Brahma Sword Sect had a stiff expression, the swordsman suddenly stopped at the door of the tavern and stood between the Jinghong Swordsman and that man.

The swordsman looked at the stunning swordsman.

The Jinghong swordsman felt as if the blood in his body had solidified and he felt completely cold, as if he was immersed in icy water in winter.

Then the swordsman walked around him.

"A cup of wine, heat it up." The swordsman uttered his first words after entering the lobby.

"..."

There was silence in the place and no one responded to him.

Fortunately, the Jinghong Swordsman reacted quickly and immediately kicked the waiter who was hiding behind the door.

The waiter then came to his senses.

"Oh, sir, would you like to stay for a meal or stay overnight?" the waiter said nervously.

"A cup of wine, hot." The swordsman repeated what he had just said without any impatience.

"Oh, okay." The waiter nodded repeatedly.

The situation at the moment is not something he can resolve, so he should just be a spectator.

"Is it convenient? Can I sit down?" The swordsman politely asked the disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect who had already occupied all the tables in the lobby.

"Uh... this... it's okay, you want to come with me?"

"Okay, thank you." The swordsman put the sword on the table and looked very grateful.

Seeing him like this, everyone was a little dazed.

This seems to be very different from the horrible and abominable appearance in the legend.

"How exciting." Wang Pingan, who had been hiding behind the counter and observing quietly, exclaimed in his heart.

As a bystander, he naturally saw the scene clearly.

That's the way the big fish eat the small fish and the small fish eat the shrimp.

The Jinghong Swordsman is stronger than these disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect, but the man on the street in front of the door at this moment is stronger than the Jinghong Swordsman. The legendary swordsman is stronger than everyone present.

It looks quite lively like this.

However, Wang Ping'an just acted as a quiet spectator, watching secretly.

The great masters of the Brahma Sword School, the legendary swordsmen, were all big figures that were not usually seen, but today he saw them all at once.

After the swordsman entered the lobby, the master of the Brahma Sword School also walked into the tavern angrily. Before entering, he glared at the Jinghong swordsman who was blocking the door.

This made the Jinghong Swordsman break out in a cold sweat, and he thought that the swordsman was going to kill him.

But when the two men entered the tavern, they made him unable to go in or out.

Fortunately, the waiter came back and called out, "Sir, how about you just stay here?"

He pointed to the bill counter and casually placed a cup of wine on it.

Upon hearing this, the Jinghong Swordsman walked into the tavern with a skilled and calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

When he walked to the counter, he saw Wang Pingan hiding behind the counter and smiled at him.

Things here are too weird, and he is really in a dilemma. He just makes the best of it and wait for a while to see what the situation is.

However, after the legendary swordsman drank a few glasses of wine and ate a few snacks, he put down a silver ingot.

"Where are you going?" The great master of the Brahma Sword Sect tried to stop him again.

But the swordsman ignored him and left the tavern without giving him any face.

Everyone in the hall was confused. Why did he come and leave? What did this mean?

"Sir, are these dishes and wine not to your liking?" The handsome waiter boldly chased after him and asked.

The swordsman did not show any impatience towards him.

"It's really not tasty, and the wine is not good either." The swordsman was blunt.

The waiter was speechless and very dissatisfied, and even wanted to argue with him: "Our wine..."

"Ahem, waiter, bring me another cup of wine." The Jinghong Swordsman called out to him at this time.

The waiter turned his head, let the swordsman go, and went to the kitchen.

Seeing this, the swordsman chuckled and said, "It tastes bad, but I won't let you say it."

After saying that, he walked out of the lobby quickly.

After he walked out of the hall, the twenty-one people in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

This person finally left.

They didn't dare to breathe.

I don't know where this little waiter got the courage to argue with this man like that.

Wang Ping'an didn't notice anything, but he continued to hide behind the counter and watch the people in the lobby.

"That person is gone?" At this moment, the waiter came back, but he did not have the wine he had promised to the Jinghong Swordsman.

Wang Ping'an could see that he also felt fear and trepidation in his heart.

"Let’s go." Wang Pingan nodded.

But the others haven't left yet.

And these people are here to cause trouble for Jinghong Swordsman.

Now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the waiter and the stunning swordsman have some kind of relationship.

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense again.

"I have urgent matters to attend to, so I will not bother with you any longer. If you can survive my sword strike, I will forgive you for causing my disciples to lose all their martial arts skills." The great master of the Brahma Sword School pulled a strand of his long black beard under his chin.

The stunning swordsman readily agreed: "Okay!"

The great master of the Brahma Sword Sect drew out his sword with a clang, and then swung it out.

As the sword came out, it was like a grain of light floating in front of the swordsman.

歘!

The sword of the Jinghong swordsman had already been unsheathed, and the sword light was now as bright as a galaxy. He tried his best to guard against this sword.

puff.

The stunning swordsman's stunning sword shadow was broken in an instant, but the sword light of the big man tore through his thin sword energy curtain.

Ding!

Suddenly, the silver ingot that had just been placed on the table suddenly jumped up and was hit by the sword light of the big man. The power of the sword light directly shot the silver ingot onto the beam of the tavern lobby and nailed it to the beam.

And the sword light dissipated.

Rumble!

But before the hall became quiet, there was another loud roar from the roof beams.

It turned out that the main beam was pierced by the silver ingot. The huge force lifted the beams and the roof. At this moment, the roof of the entire tavern was about to collapse.

"Run!"

Seeing that something was wrong, everyone naturally rushed out.

When they all ran out of the tavern, they heard a roar behind them, a tremor under their feet, and a cloud of dust chasing after them.

The pub is falling apart.

……

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Wang Ping'an worked in the tavern until midnight before returning home, but this time he did not hear any clanging sounds in the backyard.

Although he felt a little strange and uncomfortable, he did not think too much about it. He just talked about the strange things that happened today, emphasizing that the tavern collapsed and his job as an accountant was over.

Or it’s temporarily over.

After that, he would have to wait until the tavern was rebuilt to see if the owner would hire him back.

As for the fact that he didn't get a response from his old father after saying so much, he was actually used to it. His grandfather had always been taciturn and didn't like to talk.

He brushed off the dust on his body with a feather duster, and finally walked into the living room where Xiao San entered the yard.

However, the living room was dark at this moment, and the moonlight tonight was not bright enough. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was pitch black when one walked in.

He walked in, muttered a few words, and then took a tinder to light the candle.

But as soon as the candle was lit, he discovered that there was someone in the living room.

Two people.

One is his grandfather, and the other is... the swordsman from this morning.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Wang Ping'an's mind, but in the end they were all confused and his heart was in a mess.

How could the ordinary grandfather know this swordsman?

Could it be that he is really the protagonist of the story?

"Grandpa..." Wang Ping'an asked tentatively.

"Yeah." His grandfather unexpectedly responded.

"Wang Ping'an."

But at the same time as his grandfather responded, another voice was heard. It was the legendary swordsman calling him.