On the banks of the great river, the general altar of yin and yang

In a closed room, a heat wave swept in.

The sound of clanging gold and iron is endless.

Through the scorched and twisted air, a sturdy blacksmith with a naked upper body and muscular mounds could be seen swinging a hammer and hammering the black iron.

He is a cadre, one of the most famous swordsmiths in the Chu State, second only to Ou Yezi, the divine craftsman who forged the Five Divine Swords.

The furnace is burning with the flames of the coals of the first mountain, which can burn gold and boil iron, and the water will not be extinguished, and the idle swordsmith is not even qualified to use this flame to forge a sword, because he can't bear this kind of temperature, although restrained, but still extremely terrifying.

The forged iron is pitch black and unified, and although it looks ordinary, it is a treasure left over from the primeval times, and it is said that it is meteoric iron from the other side of the stars, and even the gods can hardly forge it into weapons.

Over time, however, the anvil became hollow and the hammer became deformed.

The piece of iron is still unmoving.

With a click, the wooden handle of the hammer snapped abruptly.

The cadre's eyes widened, staring at the broken wooden handle in his hand.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Thousands of tempers can't melt this meteoric iron, so who else in this world can do it with its soldiers? Ou Yezi? His old bones will never be able to do it!"

Each of his hammers was ten times greater than that of ordinary swordsmiths.

Thousands of tempers, almost like thousands of tempers.

However, after three days and nights of sleeplessness, this piece of meteorite iron did not even change color, and it was thrown into the "drowning of five animals" and "fat of five animals" to quench, and then struck, and after a crackling and smashing, there was not even the slightest crack.

It's like a "copper pea" that can't be steamed, cooked, hammered, fried, and exploded.

"Is it really only ......" He raised his head and stared at the lines in his palm, Donghuang Taiyi came to forge a sword and gave him this piece of primeval fine iron, which naturally told him the mystery of how to melt it.

That is the martyrdom of man!

The reason why Ou Yezi's sword is above him is because there is a spirit in his sword, and the sword he casts has no appearance, but no sword soul, so in the competition, the sword of pure Jun cast by him is simply cut into two.

But if ...... Words that infuse the soul of a person into it......

He woke up suddenly, his expression showing struggle.

This is heresy.

If he takes such a path, he can win Ou Yezi, so is he really willing?

He clenched his fists.

But he was really unwilling, did he just want to watch his only chance to defeat Ou Yezi slip away from his eyes?

You must know that Ou Yezi is already declining day by day, although he is still at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, will Ou Yezi obediently live until he grows to the point where he can forge a sword soul before he dies?

His wife, Mo Ye, a woman from the Chu State wearing a red dress, brought a wooden plate containing the meal, her face was pale, and she said softly: "Lang Jun will eat first." ”

The general sat by the fire in despair, picked up the wooden spoon, scooped the hot soup from the bowl and swallowed it heavily.

Ahem –

A heart-rending cough rang out.

"What's wrong with you?" said the general, surprised.

Mo Ye chuckled and covered the blood stains in his palms, and smiled: "The concubine occasionally feels cold, so I'll grab some herbs and drink them later." ”

The cadre nodded, not suspicious, and put down the dishes and chopsticks without knowing anything.

Now, his diet is more like wielding the hammer again to support his strong body, and his whole mind is on forging swords, in the past, he inherited his father's position as a swordsmith, purely for the sake of making a living for his family, for his wife to follow him, so that he can live a good life.

But now, he has forgotten his original purpose.

Mo Ye walked out of the door with a sad expression.

Until the end, the cadres didn't notice that Mo Ye's face was much paler than a month ago.

She raised her head slightly to the sun, covering the blinding light, and then smiled at everything in the world, and the unknown man told herself the necessary way for the general to forge the sword.

"Let the concubine use this crippled body to fulfill Langjun's dream. ”

She smiled, her expression sad.

"It's just, I'm really reluctant to let you go, cadre. ”

......

Northland

This place is called Motuo, and it used to be a very prosperous Beiyi city.

The ruins of the wall here are like a resounding slap in the face, throwing heavily on the faces of those Han people who think that the former Beiyi people are nothing more than Ru Mao drinking blood, and there is no doubt about beasts.

This also includes Li Bai, who is now sleeping on top of a Beiyi tower.

Most of this building, which is purely made of stones, has been buried in the snow, and the top corner was dug out by Li Bai when he was digging a pit, and the pattern of a single spire is complex and exquisite.

With a real dwelling place to live, they lit a fire.

The night gradually fell, and there was still a violent wind roar outside, whistling, echoing over and over again, high and weak, like crying.

Li Bai is now very sure that Immortal Heaven did exist.

The superintelligent bodies that came to the King Continent were not one or two, but three or four.

Maybe ten.

Maybe more.

And as the guide of the Beiyi civilization that will manifest from time to time, Changshengtian is naturally counted as one of them, but I don't know which camp they belonged to at the beginning? Will it return to the world at a certain time like Nuwa.

Suddenly the roars of beasts sounded in the distance, and there were demon seeds fighting.

Li Bai lifted the Tianhe Sword and chuckled: "You wait a minute, let's have a hot meal today." ”

"Be careful. Denisha instructed. "Why don't I go with you?"

"No, you just look at the fire. ”

After a hundred battles, she is naturally not afraid of death when she has been fighting from the pile of dead people since she was a child, in the words that Lahuana often says: Naiko has lost a scar the size of a bowl, but she is afraid of Li Bai's death.

So she hesitated: "You still have injuries on your body, it's better not to cause extraneous branches." ”

Li Bai chuckled and said: "Although my cultivation has not fully recovered, it is about seventy percent, if I am still unable to deal with a group of beasts, it is better to die just like this." ”

Then what kind of immortal path do you cultivate?

He didn't say the last sentence, because Denisha probably wouldn't understand the meaning of "Tao".

He had only been cultivating for half a year, and if it weren't for the accumulation of sword reincarnation and three skin inheritances, it would never have been possible to enter this realm, so now, it was time for him to sing generously and stride forward.

Avoiding the white centipede like last time, once or twice, it doesn't matter, after a long time, if he really becomes a cunning person who looks forward and thinks about the future, then his cultivation may gradually stagnate.

For those old monks who expect to be able to advance once in hundreds of years, stay on the mountain, and have no quarrel with the world, forget it, but Li Bai doesn't have that long to squander, he guesses that soon the mythical era of the King Continent will come again.

At that time, such as Yang Jian, Nezha, Athena, Nuwa, Sun Wukong, Bull Demon, Jiang Ziya...... These extremely powerful heroes, including those who are not heroes, but who are powerful at the same level, will be here.

Without sufficient strength, in the face of these existences, they can only be pawns, drifting with the tide in the war, unable to turn the tide.

And the Sea of Winter, for him with the body of a Qingqiu fox, is definitely a blessed land, if he can't advance to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant here, then he can't imagine what better opportunities there will be in the future.