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"What's that guy arrogant about?" The bare upper body, a burly man with sweat dripping from his body, he spoke in a rough voice, with obvious sneers in his tone, holding a big hammer in his hand The light from the fire made his dark skin look a little black.

Beside the big man, stood a man wearing a cloth shirt. His figure looked a bit weaker than the big man, but he reached out to hit the iron block in the iron furnace, but it was heavy and accurate. The man stretched out his hand to wipe Sweat dripped from his forehead, then he stared at the iron furnace, but said to the big man, "Have you ever seen the sword made by that kid?"

The big man shook his head, Sikong is able to come out in large numbers, and it is unconvincing to parachute a young boy of a young age, not to mention that the young boy always walks with a haughty look that does not look sideways and often does not say a word, which naturally looks extremely unpleasant Xi, and whoever is in Sikong is fine, anyone who is taken out is someone who can be praised outside, so why should he be angry with such a young man.

The big man didn't pay attention to this matter at first, but Sikong would give regular lectures every few days, and in the class, there would be an older generation of craftsmen to teach them, but the boy uttered wild words in front of the master most respected by the big man, Naturally, the big man was unhappy, and he couldn't stop muttering even when he was working.

Hearing what his friend said at this moment, the big man shook his head first, and then said casually: "What's the matter? Can that kid's sword compare to yours?"

The man in the cloth shirt shook his head first, and the big man showed an expected sarcasm when he saw it, but what the man said immediately surprised the big man, and the man said slowly: "That kid's sword Although it looks rough at first glance, it is extremely fine when you look closely, and the materials used are all standard, and his sword is very similar to Master Ou Yezi's sword."

"How is it possible?! How old is he?!" The big man asked back in amazement. The big man knew the standard of his friend's heart. The most difficult thing in making a sword is the various materials. A little less or a little more will make the sword last. It is completely different, and the reason why Master Ou Yezi's sword is famous in the world is not only because the master himself has made several famous swords, but also because Master Ou Yezi has grasped the materials used for casting swords, and the extremely precise control makes the sword feel like owning. life in general.

As for the control of materials, how can it be practiced in one or two years? It is the most difficult part of sword casting. A good sword embryo can't be done without ten years of experience in making swords.

Seeing that his friend was silent and staring at the iron furnace intently, the big man knew that what his friend said seemed to be true, so the big man pursed his lips. If it was true, then he did have the capital of arrogance and was a real genius.

And the young Xue Yangshun, who was considered by the big man to be a real genius, frowned at the sword he had just forged, with a serious expression on his face. With a good sword, the blade is well-proportioned and bright, sharp and sharp, and has the potential to be unstoppable.

Xue Yangshun looked at the sword for a while, and finally pursed his lips, raised his hand, and wanted to throw the sword into the raging fire.

But the wrist was grabbed, and then a voice with laughter was heard: "If you don't want it anymore, give me this sword."

Xue Yangshun turned his head and saw a white-haired old man in a dark gold robe, looking at him with a peaceful smile. This old man Xue Yangshun met a few days ago. His name was Jiang Feng. The Yiqing sword cast by Jiang Feng, he I have seen it before, it is a good sword that can be called a famous sword. Although it is not as famous as Zhanlu's famous sword, it is indeed the pinnacle of sword making today.

Moreover, Jiang Feng was the master who "had a good chat" with Xue Yangshun in class a few days ago. Xue Yangshun showed his sharpness in class, but he was born with a talkative character. He felt that Jiang Feng's understanding was wrong, so he would say it outright , After being reminded by someone after class, he realized that he seemed to have gone too far. He thought about it again, only to think that the two people's views can only be said to be from different perspectives, so they are used differently, which is not wrong.

Facing Jiang Feng at this moment, Xue Yangshun had the shyness and respect of a junior when he saw a senior. He scratched his head, and the sword in his hand was neither handed nor handed.

At such an old age, Jiang Feng couldn't see the embarrassment of the young man, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "Why, are you reluctant to give me the sword now?"

Xue Yangshun shook his head again and again, and hurriedly said: "I'm willing, but this sword is not good."

"Okay, I want it all." Jiang Feng touched Xue Yangshun's head, took the sword from Xue Yangshun's hand, looked at Xue Yangshun and said, "You are a good boy, don't worry, you can always forge the sword you want Yes, don’t be angry with yourself, you won’t be able to forge a sword if you hurt your hand.”

Xue Yangshun hid his left hand behind him and moved it slightly. He is young and vigorous, but also has a very high spirit. His temper is unavoidable. It is common for him to be hurt by disagreements, but he obviously doesn't show it, but Jiang Feng can still notice him. The injured hand couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, then nodded honestly.

"Okay, then I'm going to see my apprentice, thank you for your sword, I hope you have a better sword." Jiang Feng smiled kindly, like an intimate and gentle elder, he turned and left after speaking.

Jiang Feng's apprentice?It is true that some people in Sikong are apprentices of a certain master. Xue Yangshun has no master. Firstly, he never thought of finding a master after he learned how to forge swords from his father. Secondly, for some reason, no master has ever expressed his willingness to accept him as an apprentice. Fortunately, He is not rare, so he doesn't care.

At that time, Xue Yangshun thought that Jiang Feng's apprentice was probably an amazingly talented person, and it would be good if he could meet and make friends.

However, when Xue Yangshun saw Jiang Feng's apprentice for the first time, he couldn't help being surprised and even a little disappointed. Jiang Feng's apprentice was named An Jiuli. He looked a few years older than him, and he was quite big. He looked honest and dull. , who spoke very little, looked like an ordinary peasant boy, simple and quiet.

If Xue Yangshun is an extremely gifted talent, then An Jiuli is a real hardworking faction. Although An Jiuli is Jiang Feng's only apprentice, the sword he forged cannot be said to be bad, but at best it is mediocre. A good sword like this one cannot amaze and fascinate people. Although it is easy to use, swords like Sikong's are very common.

An Jiuli is not without talent, but it seems that Sikong has a lot of talent in An Jiuli. Others in Sikong said that An Jiuli took advantage of it, because An Jiuli was Jiang Feng. The children picked up from the frontier were brought up and made apprentices.

An Jiuli scratched the back of his head when he heard these gossips, and then smiled innocently, which seemed a bit stupid to Xue Yangshun.

An Jiuli is "stupid" not only in this point, he is the hardest working guy in the whole Sikong, a piece of sword embryo can be smashed by a few hundred hammers, but An Jiuli will smash thousands of hammers to practice, every day he is better than others Eat twice as much.

Xue Yangshun didn't like to be friends with such an idiot, even if this idiot gave him a small hammer as a crown gift.

The small hammer was made by An Jiuli himself. It is dark and heavy. It doesn't look good. It looks like an ordinary small hammer. It is simple and well-behaved. It doesn't even have a lettering. Xue Yangshun accepted it. When he arrived, he curled his lips, this stupid big man practiced lettering for so many years in vain.

But An Jiuli said a word, which touched Xue Yangshun's heart, and made Xue Yangshun take this little hammer to heart: "Xue Yangshun, you will definitely be able to cast the next Zhanlu."

At that time, Xue Yangshun had just reached the crown, and he had only been in Sikong for a few years. Even though he was talented, everyone thought that he might be able to become a master in time, but no one thought that he could become the next Ou Yezi, and An Jiuli This big stupid guy was the first to say that.

Youdao is taking advantage of others, Xue Yangshun is arrogant and has no friends because of his young age. This time, he got acquainted with An Jiuli, but of course they are not friends.

However, Xue Yangshun and Jiang Feng have become old friends. Although Jiang Feng has become a generation of masters, he is friendly, polite, humorous, and knowledgeable. The longer Xue Yangshun and Jiang Feng have known each other, the more difficult it is for him to understand. How could An Jiuli become such a big fool.

Once, Xue Yangshun and Jiang Feng played chess together, the two stinky chess baskets played very happily, while An Jiuli watched from the side, watching An Jiuli fell asleep lying on the side, Jiang Feng With a wave of his hand, the servants waited on An Jiuli, who was sleeping soundly, lying on the recliner in the cubicle, covered the quilt, drew the curtain, and lit the soothing incense.

Xue Yangshun dropped a son, and then said: "When did you sleep yesterday, stupid?"

"I didn't go to bed until early in the morning." Seeing Xue Yangshun's surprised eyes, Jiang Feng showed a proud smile, "He has a stubborn temper. He missed practice when he was injured. He must make up for it. Just practice." All night, hey, I'll eat!"

Xue Yangshun watched Jiang Feng drop a ball, and ate him several pellets in a row. He wanted to lose, so he lost his temper: "Don't fight, don't fight, the big fool is not like you at all."

"It doesn't matter if it looks like it or not," Jiang Feng said proudly, "Jiuli is a good boy."

"Can a big fool be like you?" Xue Yangshun took the chess pieces and poured two cups of tea.

Then I heard Jiang Feng take it for granted: "No, this kid will only be stronger than me in the future."

Hearing this, Xue Yangshun was surprised. The more he gets along with Jiang Feng, the more he knows how powerful Jiang Feng is. The master deserves his name, and he seems to have seen Xue Yangshun's surprise. Jiang Feng smiled: "Just wait, This kid Jiuli will become famous all over the world sooner or later."

"What about me?" Xue Yangshun suddenly wanted to ask a question.

Jiang Feng shook his head: "You, I don't know."

Xue Yangshun then asked: "I've always wanted to know, whether it's you, Master Yuan Sui, or others, you've all seen me and praised my sword, why do you all think so? Let me be a good seedling, no one wants to accept me as a disciple?"

Jiang Feng looked at Xue Yangshun smiling, seemingly inadvertently, but with obvious nervousness in his eyes, and sighed: "Because none of us have the ability to teach you, you are like a sharp sword without a scabbard, and Jiuli is like a sword embryo, I can polish him and teach him, but you, I can't teach him, I'm afraid it will lead you astray."

"And you are too much like Ou Yezi, none of us can compare to Ou Yezi."

When Jiang Feng saw Xue Yangshun for the first time, he knew that this was a real genius. Later, Jiang Feng found that this genius had too many traces of Ou Yezi on his body. The next Ou Yezi is naturally a good thing, if not, Jiang Feng doesn't know what will happen to Xue Yangshun.

Xue Yangshun was taken aback when he heard the words, it turned out to be like this, he smiled in relief and loneliness, he raised his lips, and said with the unique arrogance and enthusiasm of young people: "My scabbard is myself."

However, in the middle of the night, Xue Yangshun returned home, looked at the little hammer that the stupid big man had given him, and said to himself: "I will definitely be able to cast the next Zhanlu."

Perhaps it was the sight with his own eyes many years ago, since then Xue Yangshun's lonely and courageous eyes have been stubbornly sprinkled on that look with the heat of fire and the redness of blood.

Xue Yangshun is sharp and paranoid, which seems to have destined him to be lonely on this road. An Jiuli has Jiang Feng as his master to guide him, the big man has friends to accompany him, and Jiang Feng and Suiyuan have been going hand in hand for many years...

And only he has been walking alone all the time. Xue Yangshun thought that Jiang Feng was his rare year-end friend who would understand his stubbornness. Thinking that Jiang Feng was a master of a generation, he would understand his pursuit and be equally fascinated by him. I have seen the demeanor of famous swords handed down from generation to generation.

But until Jiang Feng said, "You are too much like Ou Yezi", Xue Yangshun suddenly realized that they could be old friends, but they were not from the same world after all. He didn't understand that the one he followed obsessively was never Ou Yezi, but always Zhanlu. But to become the next Ou Yezi, he just wants to make a fortune.

Xue Yangshun gradually became silent. He would forge the sword quietly and watch the fire all afternoon without saying a word. He would forge the sword day and night, and the two sword-making lunatics who were called Sikong together with An Jiuli, both Don't die for the sword.

Until one day, Xue Yangshun forged a pitch-black sword, warm but not murderous, generous and majestic, very much like the Zhanlu he had seen when he was young. He looked at the sword, but tears fell silently.

At this moment, he understood that there is only one Zhanlu in the world, and the rest will not be Zhanlu. His belief seemed to collapse overnight. Zhanlu became his dream when he was young. With a cavity of ignorance, a person crashed into his dream alone, paranoid and sincere, the dream was full of flowers and thorns, but he happily went there.

He could have been full of ignorance and grow old lonely in his Zhanlu dream, but he went into this crazy dream alone, and finally watched himself wake up.

He woke up, and he finally became the same as the world.

After that he left Sikong, he forged thousands of swords in Sikong, he didn't take any away, he only took away the small hammer that An Jiuli gave him.

After that, Xue Yangshun never forged a sword by himself again, he became a swordsman, very close to the sword, as if it was just a thought for himself.

……

"He is the only swordsmith in the world," Iron Hammer said as he looked at Xue Yangshun who was in a deep sleep, "If he really doesn't want to be a swordsmith, why would he want to be a swordsmith instead of something else? Why do you have to exercise constantly in the wind and rain every day? Why do you have to study the materials of the sword? I don't believe it, he really doesn't want to be a swordsmith, doesn't he want to forge a Zhanlu?"

Luo Yihan looked at the half-transparent Hammer and said nothing. At this moment, Answer Ji glanced at Hammer and Xue Yangshun, and said to Luo Yihan, "Xiaohan, can you let Hammer talk to Xue Yangshun? Or Do you want Hammer to know the answer he wants?"

"I..." Luo Yihan paused for a moment. He didn't know if he could do it, but when he met Ji Ji's determined eyes, he felt that he should be able to. It was a strange idea, but it was taken for granted, so he said plainly. Say, "I can try."

……

"Xue Yangshun, you will definitely be able to forge the next Zhanlu."

Xue Yangshun glanced around, and he had this dream again, in front of him was the small hammer that An Jiuli gave him, and beside him was the Zhanlu that he had seen when he was a child, he stepped forward and stroked the small hammer. Tie Hammer smiled at the little Tie Hammer. He was obviously in his 40s, yet his smile was a bit childish.

"To make your blessing come to nothing... I will not cast another Zhanlu, because there will only be one Zhanlu in this world."

Xue Yangshun spoke slowly, his eyes looking at Zhanlu were very gentle, after he left Sikong, Zhanlu was in his dreams for countless nights, but he has already woken up, he has been fighting swords for several years, and has met countless times Among the swords, none of them is comparable to Zhanlu, but each sword is unique.

"I will not forge the next Zhanlu, but I will forge a famous sword handed down from generation to generation, which belongs only to me."

Zhanlu had been his follower all his life, and he gave everything to Zhanlu.

He used to be like a monk, Zhanlu was his belief, and Zhanlu was the temple he was going to.

But when he traveled long distances to his temple, he found that his temple had disappeared because he had betrayed his belief, and he admitted that Zhanlu was unique, and the unique Zhanlu belonged only to Ou Yezi, not to others. It would be his, and his eyes finally fell on the other swords.

He has a new belief, no longer Zhanlu, but himself, and his future sword.

"Zhanlu... I have decided to own my own sword."

"So, Zhanlu, farewell."

Xue Yangshun took a small hammer and smashed it at Zhanlu with a relieved smile. The famous sword handed down from ancient times that was supposed to be indestructible broke into pieces and disappeared in an instant.

……

"So that's how it is..." Iron Hammer's eyes were slightly red, he looked at Luo Yihan, sniffed, "Spiritualist, help me get rid of the fetters..."

Luo Yihan took Tie Hammer's hand, and the pictures behind him were blown away by the wind. Tie Hammer looked back, because he wanted to see the famous sword handed down by Xue Yangshun, so he couldn't disappear.

He knew that Xue Yangshun must be able to forge a famous sword handed down from generation to generation. A long time ago, Xue Yangshun showed his big white teeth to him and said with a smile: "Good morning, little hammer."

Then he woke up. At that time, the first time he saw Xue Yangshun, he knew that Xue Yangshun could forge a famous sword handed down from generation to generation.

The author has something to say: What I want to express is that even with the obsession that no one understands, I still work hard alone, but I find that what I get is different from what I imagined. After giving up, I feel relieved again, and I am determined to start again the meaning of……

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