Hammer like a song

[October [-]th Dou Zhigan Wanwu Zang]

After the sword was made, the two thought about it for several days, and decided to dedicate the female sword to the king of Wu, and the male sword to pass on to their descendants.

Mo Xie is pregnant, so it is not suitable for long-distance travel, and the general will embark on the road of presenting the sword alone.On the day when the couple parted, the sky in the south of the Yangtze River was so rare that yellow sand covered the sky. The general stroked Mo Xie's temples, and hugged Mo Xie. Gan Jiangcai walked out of the yard while turning his head, and finally disappeared into the dust.

He headed eastward on foot, and after thirty days, the general arrived ten miles outside the Great City of Helu.As the fields became more and more crowded, and the interpersonal relationship became more and more prosperous, he found a chance to find a female corpse on the side of the road, cut off her head, wrapped it tightly with a cloth strip, and tied it around her waist.

From Changmen to the palace of the great city of Helu, the generals held tokens and walked unimpeded all the way.

As the general stepped up the step by step, took off his shoes unhurriedly, and rushed into the palace, he kept shouting "My king, great joy!"

The king of Wu was sitting on the throne, with a pair of tiger eyes fixed on the person coming, and officials and ministers at all levels on both sides stood solemnly.

"My king, great joy!" The general knelt down in front of the throne.

"Who are you?" Wu Wang asked lightly, "Where does the lonely king come from?"

"My minister's name is Ganjiang. He used to be an iron eagle guard and explored the secrets of iron making for ten years. Finally, he got another fine iron sword after Longyuan." Ganjiang calmly unwrapped the package on his back and opened the log sword box. .

The waiter bowed forward, carefully inspected the left and right sides of the sword box, and slowly opened the box of secret treasures, revealing the hidden sword.I saw that the sword was still in the sheath, already faintly glowing.

King Wu stood up, waved the waiter away, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with his upper hand, "噗!" Mo Xie's sword was out of its sheath, and the sword was shining brightly, so he couldn't look directly at it.

"This sword is called Mo Xie." The general said in a deep voice, looking up, "It took three years to forge it, and it will be extremely profitable to open mountains and split stones."

At this moment, the ministers and workers on both sides were like throwing stones in still water, and there was an uproar: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, this sword is comparable to Longyuan."

"Okay." King Wu's eyes lingered on the sword body, and he seemed to ask casually: "The secret of making iron, have you ever obtained it?"

The general bowed again and said, "I'm not talented, I haven't found it yet."

The King of Wu put the sword back into its sheath, and scolded sharply: "You trash, what does the lonely king want you for?"

"Your Majesty, I have prepared countermeasures. Your Majesty, please take a look." The general took off the belt around his waist, and a hideous, rotten head rolled down on the marble floor. From the hair style on the head, it could be discerned that it was a woman's. head.

He held up his head and knelt before the King of Wu: "This is the head of Ou Yezi's daughter, who also obtained the secret recipe for smelting iron. My minister asserts that from now on, there will be no more refined iron swords in the world."

"Very good. Come, pass on my decree and announce to the world that the country of Wu is blessed with a gift from heaven, and the fine iron sword has reappeared. The sword maker, the general, spent three years of hard work to make a sword. It will benefit the community and the merits will last forever, but it is a pity that the loss is too much. , When the palace was exhausted, he died, and he was crowned as Lord Zhongyi." Following Wu Wang's brow and eyes sweeping away indifferently, the warriors in the palace immediately appeared and dragged the kneeling general out.

"No, no, my lord! Your lord..." The general's eloquence was useless, and his tearing voice echoed in Helu Hall, and it disappeared into nothingness in just a moment.

The ministers and workers on both sides are as deep as valleys, silently.