The Sword of Permanence, the Sword of Imperishability, the Sword of Kings, the Sword of the Sage, the Sword of the Stone, the Sword of the Lake............

They are nothing more than a symbol of kings, the highest glory of a swordsman.

And now, he wants me to beat the weak and unruly............

Wen Jian.

"Hehe, yes, yes, yes, I'll make you the best sword in the world!"

Before the expression of joy could appear on Qingshan's face, Fu Yigan began the work at hand.

So-called............ Catch time by the forelock!!

The stout arm pulled out a piece of mild iron.

Put it in the stove and step on the fan, and soon the metal will be burned until the whole body is red.

The red metal that glowed with fire was like a glowing sun. I can't help but admire Qingshan.

"It's so beautiful, your craftsmanship is so good that I can't help but wonder ......"

"Sword ...... Why is it used to kill people?"

Why should such a beautiful thing be used to kill people?

Fu Yigan tightened the turban on his head, and continued: "It seems that human beings can be divided into two kinds, one is those who will become strong with a sword, and the other is those who will become weak. ”

The green mountain illuminated by the translucent fire was also red in green clothes and face.

“...... Really?"

“...... Are all of these two people?"

Hum.

Voicham, who was keen on his work, smiled. The thoroughly softened metal is placed on the forming mold.

"Knives are not 'natural' things, they are made by humans. ”

It's not made in heaven............

Qingshan seems to understand whether he understands or not. He felt as if he had grasped something crucial.

In that case, if you want to be stronger than others, you will kill others and make swords.

Results————

"Humanity has put aside its strength, right?"

"Far from being strong...... In that case, maybe human beings forged swords in order to recognize weakness!"

Fu Er, who had begun to forge swords again, smiled and said nothing. He enjoyed forging his sword.

Fixing the metal mold in place, Vorgan picked up his hammer.

He replied lightly, "Those people were also created by heaven, right?"

............

That's right.

Boom, boom.

The red-hot metal is gradually beaten into shape.

"Look, it's like this sword. ”

"If you don't experience weakness, you won't find strength, right?"

Aoyama watched as the soft metal slowly changed its original shape, slowly becoming sharper...... Hard......

Sparks burst out, and the steel gradually glows.

Aoyama never skimps on his praise.

"Beautiful, really beautiful. ”

He has absolute confidence in his craft.

"Hehe, pretty, isn't it?"

"Human ...... Just to kill people to forge swords......"

"But the sword carries an unquestionable beauty, this contradiction ————"

"Because it can be used to kill, the sword is beautiful. ”

"A sword that can't kill people is not beautiful. ”

The sword is a murder weapon, a murderous thing, swordsmanship is also a murderous technique, and the beauty of the sword is also the ultimate functional beauty.

.................. Qingshan's expression was very cold, and under the reflection of the red light of the furnace, the resentful aura erupted.

Fu Ngan dipped his hand in water and sprinkled a little on the sword.

Hiss————

Drops of water fell on the red-hot sword, and soon a wail evaporated, turned into steam, and vanished.

"The knife is a tool created to kill people, and the more people you kill, the more beautiful it becomes. ”

"In that case, if you succeed in pushing this beauty to the extreme......

"That's chilling beauty. ”

"This kind of cold beauty that distracts people's hearts and penetrates the bones. ”

"Those who can hold swords are also stained with this color. ”

The blade of the sword is placed in cold water, and the quenching is about to end.

"If that beauty really exists, then the knife is no longer a tool for killing, and the reason is ————"

"Strength and beauty are the same thing. ”

"It was only with this thought in mind that I allowed myself to touch the sword. ”

The body of the sword in the water has completely cooled, becoming hard, beautiful, and cold.

Aoyama nodded, already understanding the beauty in this sword.

Mankind...... It's to be strong, to recognize your weakness...... The ...... that created the sword

To put it bluntly, the beauty of the sword is, after all, the beauty of people.

Vorgan wiped the blade of his sword and began to look for the right hilt.

"Promise me, don't use this symbolizing beauty and strength to kill people and do useless things. ”

"Okay?"

Qingshan took the sword and did not pull it out to check the blade, but quietly held the scabbard.

"Junior...... We must keep our promises. ”

"When this sword is unsheathed............"

"Destined for the common people of the world!"

Volgan smiled with relief. Not for Aoyama's naïve words and illusory ambitions.

But because of the sword he made, this sword is beautiful, and he is really satisfied with his work.

"Hehe, it's pretty. ”

Aoyama's thin hands with distinct knots...... It is a cyan leather sword with a golden hoop coiled around the scabbard, silver moire from the tip to the end, and a golden spike at the end of the hilt...... Shang Fang Sword!!!

He smiled helplessly......

"It's too ostentatious.................."

....................................

That's all, today.

The Taoist priest who was already wearing exotic costumes also carried a richly decorated Shangfang sword behind his back.

took to the streets with Xiaoguang............ Swaggering.

"Daoist Qingshan, I know you're a road idiot, but don't worry......! I'm cooked!"

Xiaoguang looked like he was in good spirits and put his two hands on the back of his head.

"Yes...... Really...... Then please......"

Qingshan, a little embarrassed, followed behind Xiaoguang.

In order to forget the shame of being a road idiot, he looked up and down the back of Kokari's head, turned to the street, and looked around.

As he looked around, he found that the closer he got to the sub-district office, the more people were on the road.

And the guys on his body are becoming more and more strange............

There are even some strong people's sights, mixed with fish eyes, hiding in them..................

"Look, Aoyama Daoist, how are we going?

Hurriedly retracting his gaze, Qingshan looked at Xiaoguang's smiling face and said perfunctorily: "Well, yes, better than me, haha......"

Halfway through the conversation, Qingshan's feet did not stop.

He passed by Xiaoguang and walked straight to the front of the office.

There was a pawnshop in the back, but the site was empty.

Two people, one table, just pen and paper.

"In Shimoqingshan, come and register .................."

After speaking, Qingshan slowly took off the Shang Fang sword on his back and placed it on the square table smoothly.

..................

The two people in charge of registration looked at the sword, then at Aoyama's appearance, and then muttered quietly......

This man ...... Sick in the brain?'

Even if people come and go around you, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Qingshan didn't miss this sentence either.

Ahem.

Clearing his throat, he didn't care too much about the rudeness of the two.

"It's Oniyanagi who asked me to compete for him...... I also hope that the two of you will be convenient and tick my name on the paper. ”

Oni Willow ..................

As soon as the name of the Sword Saint came out, the expressions of the two of them changed instantly.

However, there is still no smile.

"How perfunctory is that old man...... Unexpectedly, he found such a white-faced scholar to compete for him with a literary sword............"

"The other two contestants are also inexplicable...... This year...... Is the Street of Swords about to be discredited?"

Even though they kept complaining, the two of them still went to business and wrote Qingshan's name in accordance with Ghost Liu's wishes.

"Thank you. ”

As soon as he arched his hand, without giving much face, Qingshan picked up the sword on the table and turned his head to leave.

But when he just left the crowd............

But I vaguely saw a familiar ...... Silver figure.

(sigh......?)

Looking back, Qingshan could no longer find the figure and the scenery from the crowd.

(strange............ ）

Just then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Daoist Aoyama, in this way, you can be regarded as the person who is going to attend the Hundred Soldiers Conference, and I can be regarded as the person who knows the contestants...... In that case, why don't you let me be your agent!"

Broker............?

Aoyama was stunned.

"That's all you can say, but ............ exactly does the broker mean?"

Xiaoguang rubbed his nose with a finger, and said with an adult face: "You haven't settled down yet, have you? ”

"Come, let's go to the sex hall first to ask for a room for you, don't worry, these are all local companies, and they won't rip off customers!"

In this way, under the guidance of Xiaoguang, Aoyama arranged a place to live alone in the Sex Pavilion and waited quietly............

The ———— of the Hundred Soldiers Conference begins!

..............................

In the dimly lit alley, three men are whispering.

One leaned against the wall, his eyes closed.

One sits on a cardboard box and keeps staring at the alley door.

The last one, pointing at the glowing phone screen.

The same thing is that they all wear wide-sleeved clothing that makes it easy to move.

In his arms, he held an extremely long thing that was tightly wrapped in a white cloth.

"It's finally begun, boss, what are we going to do?"

The man who spoke wore a ponytail, and judging from the tone of his voice, he trusted the 'master' very much.

"Hmm............ Try not to show the edge of the fisherman profits............ But that being said, that's probably what everyone thinks, right?"

The man leaning against the wall is wearing a mantle, and under the bangs in the middle is a rather manly face.

He is the eldest of these three people———— Qian Chengdan.

"But that being said...... It's not a way to hide like this, which weapon to start with? Now the most taboo for us should be those guys who were at the top of the ranking last time............ Old Five, what do you think?"

On the loyal and honest face, the light gradually faded.

Lao Wu had already kicked his phone back into his pocket.

With his hair combed, he said with a deliberate expression........................