Zhu San has been forced to a dead end, there is no way out, think about it, before the warlord comes to the door, it is better to solve it by himself!

I took the scythe I had made myself, found a place on my stomach, and inserted it in one fell swoop!

At that time, I fainted to death in pain, and when I woke up again, I thought I was in the underworld?

Who would have thought that he was still in the blacksmith shop!

He wondered what had happened, looked at the ground, and smiled bitterly with shame.

Bite?

It turned out that his skills were too inferior, and the sickle he built was not qualified, and when he cut in, the blade of the sickle was broken into two!

Zhu San smiled bitterly, his wife was right, he was really a waste material!

Of course, having experienced life and death once, people are also down-looking.

Zhu San felt that since he was not even afraid of death, was he still afraid to build a knife?

Didn't that slut look down on me, think I'm a piece of trash, a wreck, I want to build a famous knife that shocks the world, and let her see the consequences of abandoning me.

So, after thinking of this, Zhu San forgot to sleep and eat, and worked hard to forge every day, and he must build a famous knife.

If he really succeeds, this drama will be called a counterattack by the sling into a great god.

But the reality is, that's!

If you can't make a blacksmith with a farm tool, you still want to make a famous knife? Whether you can make a knife well or not is a question.

Seeing that the deadline was approaching and that progress on his side was slow, the warlord brought him two assistants.

One is responsible for quenching and the other is responsible for striking iron.

The three of them worked day and night, but there was still no progress, and the things that came out of this were either not sharp enough, or the sword body was not strong.

Zhu San was very distressed, his daughter-in-law was right, he was really a waste!

Seeing that the date was coming, I don't know how many times I failed, the quenching man said.

This iron, if you get it out and build it, and then it enters the water, it will naturally affect the strength of the iron itself. He has a way to do it without reducing the strength and for quenching.

Zhu San's knife failed again, and he was on fire, and a quenching one dared to point fingers at him, and immediately asked angrily, "What are you?"

The man signed up for himself, "No, I am a high-ranking disciple of Ou Juzi, who was expelled from the master because he secretly learned the master's quenching method. ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhu San was dumbfounded, and immediately hurriedly asked in a low voice, "May I ask Brother Ren, what quenching method can improve the strength of this knife body?"

"If the red-hot iron is taken out and then quenched with human blood, then the strength of this knife is naturally hard enough. This is called the sacrifice of the sword!"

Zhu San was stupid, there is still this way.

The person in charge of striking the iron next to him also spoke, "I also have a method that can strengthen the sharpness of this blade!"

At this time, Zhu San didn't dare to be arrogant, and hurriedly asked respectfully, "This brother didn't ask for advice!"

"In Xia Nai, the master Wu Lang was a high apprentice, because he fell in love with the master's daughter, so he was expelled from the master's school. ”

"I don't know what Brother Tai can do?"

As the saying goes, sharpening knives is not wrong for woodcutters. Without a good hammer, how can you create a sharp blade? This hammer is made of a wooden handle, and the strength cannot keep up. The strongest part of the human body, the human thigh, supports all the weight of the person. If you can use human leg bones as a hammer handle, this is full of strength, and the blade will be indestructible!"

After saying these words, Zhu San smiled bitterly, he understood it!

There is no quick fix, it just depends on what price you are willing to pay.

No matter what, anyway, he is a person who is determined to die, this cruel life, but just to fight for his last breath before he dies.

So, Zhu San let the iron striker do it! cut off his thigh, like meat, and used the leg bone to make a hammer handle.

After the iron burned red and played the prototype of the Tang knife, it was Zhu San's turn to play.

He directly cut his wrist and sprayed all his blood on this Tang knife.

At last......

The knife is successful, and the person faints to death!

In the final task time limit, an indestructible Tang knife can be regarded as completed.

After the warlord got this knife, he was very happy and called Zhu San, saying that he had successfully completed the task, and now what reward do you want?

Zhu San has only one saying, the knife has been completed, the body is disabled, and the wish has been fulfilled. This knife has just come out, and he has not yet drunk blood, and he is willing to test the knife with his body, hoping that the general will be fulfilled.

The general sighed, and finally took out the Tang knife and slashed it down.

Where Zhu San stood, he smiled slightly, and his random head slowly fell from his neck.

Afterwards, the general asked the general, why did he choose this ignorant farmer instead of Ou Juzi and Wu Lang to build this knife in the first place?

The general's answer was profound.

A man who is desperate and betrayed by a woman is the easiest time to stimulate his potential. Zhu San only had this knife in his life, and because of this, this knife was all his hard work, and it would never be weaker than those masters, or even stronger!

As it turned out, this statement was true.

This knife followed the general, fought on the battlefield, killed countless people, and drank countless blood.

Its birth is to drink the blood of its master, and its opening is to kill its master.

Since then, this knife has been too heavy, killing countless people, and gradually becoming a demon knife!

It is said to confuse the mind of its owner and make him a murderer.

As it turned out, those who got it later became big warlords and murderers! Of course, in the end, all the masters did not end well.

In the end, it fell into the hands of the Mo family, and when the head of the family drew the knife, his personality changed drastically. In one night, he killed seventeen members of the Mo family.

Everyone said that the head of the Mo family was crazy, and later it was someone from the Zhuge family who heard about it.

Everyone knows that Zhuge Liang is familiar with yin and yang gossip, and he can also borrow the east wind, and he will continue his life with the seven-star lamp, in short, the gods are chattering. Later, I didn't know what method was used, but I made a scabbard anyway and sealed the knife.

As long as you don't pull it out, it's fine, in order to prevent this knife from falling outside and continuing to harm people, the Mo family put this thing in the ancestral hall and enshrined it.

Who would have thought that in the end, this knife was snatched by the Dongying people because of the history of the Anti-Japanese War.

"This is the origin of this demon knife!" Zhuge Xiaorong said this, and the story ended.

Zhang Hao was blindsided, "That's a strange thing, this knife is still unsuitable?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said that in our country, it fell into the hands of warlords, and warlords became demon kings. fell into the hands of the people, and the people became murderers, so after arriving in Dongying, why didn't anything happen?" Zhang Hao touched his chin and asked rhetorically.

"Who said nothing happened? The ancestor of the woodcarver went home and drew a knife and hacked the whole family to death. Finally, after coming to his senses, he couldn't accept the facts and committed suicide by caesarean section. The woodcut's father escaped because he went out to study, and at that time, people only made this kind of excesses because this person couldn't accept the news of Dongying's defeat. But only the woodcut father himself knew what was going on! and warned future generations not to draw the knife, and if he was not desperate, his children and grandchildren would not have auctioned off the knife. ”

"Then I don't understand, what are you Zhuge family doing here? Let them play with the Dongying people, now that they are in the hands of the group of three, maybe how many Dongying people will die." I like to watch Ultraman, the people of Toei who die in one city at a time, I like to watch Conan, there are people dying every day!"

"You guy is so extreme......"

"Hehe, I'm willing!"

To be honest, if Zhang Hao hadn't received this task, he really didn't want to bring this thing back, so evil. It's good to stay here, as long as it doesn't harm the country, it's better than anything, isn't it?

"Alas, you say that you are selfish! Your character is still poor, why did the blind person in your family fall in love with you?"

"Don't mention this again, I'm really anxious for you to mention this again. ”

Zhang Hao mentioned Chen Hongyu now, and it was uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you two?"

"These are other people's private affairs, don't you gossip like this?"

After Zhang Hao said this, the driver in front of him muttered that he had arrived at the place.

Zhang Hao paid, and they got out of the car and found that the company was quite big. Of course, this is not the company of the Apocalypse, but a "film club" in Dongying, which should be the company that is looking for Zhao Sangyu to make movies.

Zhuge Xiaorong next to her was a little hesitant for a while.

Zhang Hao asked her what was wrong?

She was embarrassed and said, "I once poisoned your wife, she won't trouble me, right?"