Zi hate

"Hiss——" The red-hot sword body was immersed in the water, and the white mist evaporated, and the red color gradually dimmed, and it was bright when it came out of the water again.

A sword is like jade, only when you sharpen it can you see its true nature.

Wet, grind, repeat.

A good sword is cast in this boring and complicated procedure.

The little child stood there, looking at the people bending down to forge swords in the sword-making room.

"Father, I want to learn too."

Those who made swords paid no heed.

The child yelled again, the man got impatient, and the child was taken away by the nanny immediately.

The child was crying in the nurse's arms, not understanding why his father always disliked him.

Is it because you are a girl?

Then why did other children fall and hurt? Both father and mother were nervous and distressed, but their own discomfort would only make them feel troubled.

Mu Ruxun was still young, and although she could barely feel that her family was not kind to her, she still couldn't understand it.

It must be because I didn't work hard enough, Mu Ruxun thought to herself, she needs to learn more knowledge, practice better martial arts, and become a stronger swordsmith.

In this way, father and mother will like themselves more.

Mu Ruying secretly went to the school to practice swords secretly, and secretly went to the craftsman's house outside the city to see how they forged swords.

Sometimes she is also at a loss as to why she is the way she is.

Until one day, a craftsman who noticed Mu Ruying looked up and asked her, "Girl, do you want to learn?"

Mu Ruying looked at the man, hesitated and couldn't speak, this question was too unreasonable, just like no one would ask a woman if she wants to practice martial arts.

This is a privilege that only men have.

But Mu Ruxun wanted too much to get rid of this so-called common sense, she didn't want to let arrogance become her protective shell.

Mu Ruying finally blushed: "I want to! I want to learn swordsmithing skills better than my father." The craftsman looked at her and laughed: "Good girl."

The court guest and the evening prisoner are probably talking about the present.

Bai Sa raised his eyes to look at the black dome, his meridians were completely sealed, Shang Yu didn't have any martial arts, there was nothing he could do in this prison.

He still remembered that Mu Ruying swung his whip in anger at that moment, and the whip fell, killing Shang Yu's side, and drawing a deep ditch on the ground.

Shang Yu didn't move, neither did Bai Sa.

Mu Ruying pushed Shang Yu away and rushed in. The latter shook his head slightly and waved his sleeves.

Just before leaving the door, Shang Yu secretly told Bai Sa: You are in Jianzhuang, don't move rashly, and don't draw a knife unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Mr. Shang already expected this situation?" Bai Sa couldn't help but secretly angry. If it was only a slight deviation just now, Shang Yu would have peeled off a layer of skin. Can he withstand the strength of the swordsmith! "Never," Shang Yu said, "It's just that I think that although Miss Mu is arrogant, she is not a person who can see blood in her hands."

"What's more, this is true arrogance, I, Shang, can still see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Ruxun rushed out again, his almond eyes were full of tears, and he paused every word: "The two of Jianzhuang should stay here."

Bai Sa remembered that before leaving Yugui Mountain, Shang Yule was looking forward to a better life, and now it seems that the better life will be spent in prison.

Leaning on the stone bed, Bai Sa said: "To be honest, lying on this bed is more comfortable than the table in Mr. Shang's room."

"I don't mind keeping you here when I leave."

"It's good, it's good, but without me, Mr. Shang may find it difficult to get out of Jianzhuang."

Shang Yu remained silent.

After the dinner was delivered, the small window sill cut through the moonlight, and Bai Sa finally whispered.

"In the end what happened?"

"His painstaking sword is broken."

The so-called heart-blood sword means that the sword-maker takes the heart and blood of the sword-holder, and mixes the heart and blood of the sword-holder into it during smelting. After the sword is made, it can recognize the master, drip blood on it, and drink it.

There are often swordsmen who, when pursuing the true meaning of the supreme swordsmanship, emphasize the unity of the sword and the sword.

But Master Mu heard that he is the number one swordsmith and not the number one swordsman, does he also pay attention to this?

Bai Sa turned his mind, thought about it and asked again: "How did this sword break?"

Shang Yu: ...

He didn't hear the answer, Bai Sa was surprised, today's Shang Yu was abnormal enough, now it is getting more and more strange.

Shang Yu slowed down, and said: "I didn't expect that the sword was close to its limit, and it broke by mistake."

Pouted, pouted.

Shang Yu explained: "The sword is already full of cracks, even if I don't touch it, it won't be far from being broken."

The first swordsmith's painstaking sword was broken by a weak doctor. If word spread, the reputation of Jianzhuang might not last long. Bai Sa felt that the two of them had no choice but to flee.

"Mr. Shang," Bai Sa said in a low voice, seemingly in deep pain, "let's stay here."

The story of the master of Jianzhuang going west with a crane spread throughout Dongji City on the second day, and in a few days, almost everyone in the world knew about it.

But Shang Yu and Bai Sa were safe and sound in the prison without any trouble.

Xu Mu Ruying felt that he brought them here, the three of them were in the same boat, and no one could get down, so he didn't hand them over for the time being.

It's just that I don't know how long the fact that they were invited to see a doctor can be kept secret, so Mu Ruying is also surprised, if she really wants to separate herself from them, it's not impossible.

Jianzhuang began to prepare for the funeral, and invited all the famous masters of the rivers and lakes to participate.

Bai Sa's hearing is quite strong, even without martial arts, he can hear from a very far distance, the sound of horseshoes and wheels intertwined into his ears.

Bai Sa asked: "What will we do after the owner is buried?"

"Just wait and see."

When encountering this kind of thing, with Shang Yu's character, he should not be able to calm down, but these few days he sat upright, very calm, Bai Sa felt that Shang Yu might have a plan in mind.

"See if Mr. Shang has a plan?"

Shang Yu looked back at Bai Sa with a gloomy expression: "No."

"Hmm..." Bai Sa was puzzled, "It seems that you are very calm."

"No, I just have weak legs and can't move..."

Bai Sa: ...

Then I heard the other party continue: "I have practiced medicine for three years, and my reputation has spread far and wide, but my reputation was ruined in one fell swoop..."

Hearing the reason for the other party's worry, Bai Sa was speechless, but looking at the other party's gloomy expression, Bai Sa seemed to be infected too. He always thought that Shang Yu regarded himself as a fairy, so he should not care about these things, so he stepped forward to pat Shang Yu: "Mr. Be worried, the most urgent thing is to find a way to save your life and leave..."

During the conversation, someone suddenly pushed the prison door and came in. The two looked up. The man was holding a lamp in his hand, and his face was flickering on and off.

It's a new face.

The other party said softly, "Are you the doctor who healed the owner?"

Bai Sa was vigilant, and immediately got up to protect Shang Yu.

Shang Yu supported Bai Sa and looked up at him.

The man's mouth trembled: "The owner... is he really dead?"

"I saw him die with my own eyes, there can be no mistake."

When Bai Sa saw the light flickering, the man couldn't help laughing wildly, and suddenly a mouthful of blood poured on the light.

Tears flowed down my face.

In the darkness, Bai Sa heard Shang Yu say: "You are the master of the blood sword."

Not a question.

The author has something to say: Happy Children’s Day~(≧▽≦)/~

I still want to celebrate the salted fish on June [-] in a few years