There is a tower in the Sword Pavilion, the tower is divided into four layers, and no one can enter the tower except for the disciples of the pavilion master.

The first floor is the craftsman furnace used by the master of the Sword Pavilion to quench, the furnace is three feet wide and nine feet, six feet high, the whole body is made of Lingshan cold stone, the stove is connected to the chimney and can discharge all the smoke when the charcoal fire burns, the cold stone of Lingshan is a unique thing in a shallow mountain col in the south vein of Lingfeng Mountain, the cold stone is not divided, it weighs a thousand jun and is ten zhang high, it is a bluestone that is nourished by the leylines and is ravaged by the cold wind, extremely hard.

The first generation of pavilion masters slashed the low peak of the mountain col with a sword, divided the low peak into 10,000 flat stones one foot square, burned thousands of snow mountain cold pines and roasted cold stones, the snow mountain cold pine was extremely fire-resistant, once ignited, the temperature was extremely hot, and the originally hard and incomparable Lingshan cold stone was burned by the high temperature for seven days and seven nights.

Then when it is the most vulnerable, it is forcibly smashed by external force, placed in the snow after molding, and reciprocating back and forth for three months to refine 10,000 pieces of ashlar into 3,000 square bricks, and the quenching furnace is stacked with cold stone bricks, no matter how high temperature is burned, the cold stone is not destroyed.

There is an ancient tree of several zhang high sycamore in the west vein of Lingfeng, it is said that there was a phoenix inhabiting this tree, when the phoenix bathed in fire Nirvana, it attracted the thunder of the day to split the trunk of the tree, although there was no open flame on the tree, the temperature was impressive, the first generation of the pavilion master lasted three months before cutting off this ancient tree, transported back to the quenching furnace, after ignition it was not extinguished all year round, and now it has lasted for a hundred years until the fire has faded slightly in recent years.

And the anvil is cast with the black iron of Zhang Xu Kuanling Peak, supplemented by a bellows of one person's height, which is why many divine soldiers come out of here.

The two or three floors in the tower are all Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, the pavilion master lives alone at the top of the tower, there is a quiet room at the top of the tower, the quiet room is extremely simple, the four walls are gray and black, there is only one futon in the quiet room, an old man sits on the futon, a red square iron hammer is placed on the side of the body, the iron hammer is red all over the body, the hammer blade is full of traces of bumping and chisel, the hammer body has a flame cloud pattern, the red light in the cloud pattern is shining, as if to rise out in general.

The old man was short in linen clothes, but extremely burly, especially the left and right arms, the muscles bulged as if they were about to break through the linen, his face was full of clear resolute edges and corners, his complexion was dark and deep, his sideburns were bearded, his black and white mottled hair was pulled up high and a long cast iron needle was inserted horizontally, a pair of eyes were tightly closed, and his nostrils were wheezing like wind and thunder.

Xue Qingtian, the contemporary craftsman god, sat here, his eyes were slightly closed, his short body fluctuated with his breathing, as if he was asleep and did not wake up, Xue Jiangshen slept soundly in this quiet room for three years, and countless martial arts heroes visited the Sword Pavilion for three years, but the craftsman did not see anyone, and the Sword Pavilion had not forged a blade for three years, not because of the drunken Shi Bunian three years ago.

There are many literati who have nothing to do in this world, and there are a lot of martial artists, at the beginning, it was some idle writers in the market who pulled out a list for the world's martial arts, and used the list to rank who was the first and who was second in the world, but this kind of list is almost useless, but it is just a drunken conversation of some good people, this list is more and more spread, and the more strange it becomes, there are young warriors who are fledgling and want to find a few shortcuts to the south to become famous in one fell swoop, which is a challenge according to the list from time to time, because there are not a few people who have blood splashed on the list.

This is a sparse and ordinary thing in the rivers and lakes, there is nothing good to say, but the difficulty is that it is not a list of these lists, today Li Shusheng is drunk to write a list of Li's martial arts in the world, and tomorrow the ranger will rise to write a copy of Zhang's first in the world, between the coming and going, there are more and more on this list, and there is no shortage of mentally closed warriors running around for various lists, just to make a name for themselves in this Jianghu to gain a foothold.

Seeing that the rivers and lakes are becoming more and more chaotic, and there are more and more lists, the Duhe Academy, which is known as the center of the world, simply came forward to write a few lists in a regular manner, including the ten Tianxuan songs that are known as the world's martial arts, and the Confucian Lin Xuan, which gathers the world's people and inkmen, and the dragon and phoenix Shuangyi who evaluates the appearance of the world's people.

Among them, the ten heads of Tianxuan are called masters of the world, but only a few people who stand at the peak know that not all of them are on this list.

One of them is one of them in a black dress drunk Dongfeng Shi Bu Nian, Tianxuan ten first five years on a list, ten years ago this stone is not on the list, the man in black entered the Zhongzhou Duhe Courtyard at night, a pair of ancient courtyards smashed the sage stele, crossed out the name on the list and went away, all the scholars in the world are all verbal criticism, when the first pavilion of the University Shi Du and the academy of the first Mo Taiyu suppressed the scholar's voice, saying, 'Since it is no fate, it will not be on the list' to change the list and erase the name of the stone Bunian.

Twelve years ago, Shi Bunian got a pair of thousand-year-old guns on the top of the Jade Emperor of Taiyue Daishan drunk on the mountain Gangfeng, and became famous with the mountain gang successively broke the seven Taixuan and returned to the Yuan and became famous, three years ago, Shi Bunian was dressed in a black robe messy and broken, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth to visit the Sword Pavilion on a moonlit night, and he never forced to break into the mountain gate and wait for seven days, and Xue Jiangshen opened the mountain gate for him.

Shi Bunian's hand is a thousand years ago Lingyan twenty-four Gong one of the Qin Yiguo obtained the things outside the sky, the length of the gong is two feet two inches square and square, called the concave gold mace, the whole body is gilded gold weighing a total of one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, the hollow inside is hidden copper ball, it is not a murder weapon that takes people's lives and mutilated limbs, it belongs to the soldier's soldiers, and the heart of impartiality and selflessness can obtain its essence.

The right side of the concave gold mace was cut off by an inch and three points, this thing is a meteorite iron forging outside the sky, ordinary people can not make up for it, so Shi Bunian personally went to the Lingshan Sword Pavilion, please Xue Craftsman God, the Sword Pavilion Craftsman God Xue Qingtian to the cold stone furnace in the hundred years of immortal tung fire melting and forging concave gold mace, half a month time gold mace broken place to melt the meaning, and half a month, Xue Craftsman God to mortal iron into the meteoric iron, to make up for the sky in the sky, only to make up for the concave gold mace to make up for the shortage, but because of this month, the original soaking of a hundred years of Fenglin Tong fire almost extinguished, the original furnace raging fire disappeared, only depressed fire, since then Lingshan Sword Pavilion three years do not forge soldiers, three years do not entertain guests。

In that month, Xue Jiangshen was seriously consumed, retreated in the quiet room at the top of the tower for two years, and went out of the customs this summer, seeing that the tung fire in the furnace had the intention of rekindling, he did not dare to do consumption, and lived on the top of the tower all day long to polish the artistic conception, and the righteous son Xue Jian who did not come to disturb him on weekdays respectfully asked for peace outside the quiet room.

The thunderous breathing in the quiet room paused for a moment to be accepted, and Xue Qian, who was dressed in green clothes, bowed in, and saw that his father-in-law was meditating and did not dare to disturb him more concisely: "Father, there are guests outside the door, should..."

Halfway through speaking, Xue Jian wanted to speak and stopped, and Xue Jiangshen, who was silent on weekdays, woke up slowly, and said in a voice like Hong Zhong: "What should it be?"

Yizi Xue Jian was startled by the sudden loud voice, and said nervously: "It should be... It should be the King Kong monk Zhang Dingyi of Longyan Temple, the younger brother of Kui... Didn't Kui Di take it... ”

Xue Qian's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was as low as the chirping of flies and insects.

Craftsman God Xue Qingtian couldn't help but laugh angrily at the apprentice's virtue, and sighed: "Isn't it just to take the magic sword, and as for you to be so afraid? ”

Xue Jian didn't dare to speak when he heard this, but buried his head lower, and Xue Jiangshen didn't have the heart to talk to this untalented apprentice, and asked, "What does Monk Dingyi say?"

Xue Jian replied with courage: "I didn't speak, just waited outside the mountain gate." ”

The craftsman asked again, "Do you think your brother is in trouble?"

Xue Jian shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Hearing this, the craftsman scolded angrily: "If you provoke it, you will provoke it, if you don't provoke it, if you don't provoke it, you don't know what it means?"

After scolding, the craftsman also felt distressed, and persuaded softly: "This time he caused trouble, but no matter what mistakes he caused, he is a person from this Sword Pavilion and your brother, just take the burden of trouble, don't resent, don't betray your brother, do you understand?"

Xue Jian replied in a deep voice: "My son understands." ”

"Did your brother go to find that Jin Dengyun?"

"Go. ”

Xue Jiangshen came to his senses, turned around and asked, "Who wins and who loses?"

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Chang'an City has a vision from the sky, and there is no winner or loser. ”

Xue Jiangshen couldn't help but laugh heartily when he heard this, and said with a bright face: "Okay, damn it, who dares to say that my old Xue has no son, Lao Tzu's sons are more powerful than the other, Jian'er's talent for casting soldiers is higher than that of his father, Kui'er and Tianxuan's third are indistinguishable from victory or defeat, who in this world can have such an heir?"

After laughing heartily, the craftsman was relieved again: "If you take it, you will take it, and if you make trouble, you will make trouble, and my brother will bear it, and my brother will not be able to bear it when Lao Tzu will bear it, and if I can't bear it, then I don't care about it, today my Sword Pavilion can't live in Longyan Temple, even if that Zhang Dingyi destroys my Sword Pavilion, I can't trust your brother to hind him." ”

Xue Jian bowed to the ground and said respectfully: "My son remembers his father's teachings. ”

Xue Qingtian, a generation of craftsmen, slowly stood up, looked at the southeast direction with his short body, and said slowly: "Okay, since my sword pavilion is at a loss, I will personally go to meet that Zhang Dingyi, this King Kong monk will be difficult, and if you want to make a move, you can't do it, if your father dies under the stick of a monk Dingyi, you should regroup and revitalize the Sword Pavilion, if you can't revitalize, then go down the mountain to find your brother, tell him Lao Tzu's last life, so that he can't take revenge, it is when Lao Tzu's reason is indebted to others, and he will die if he dies." After that, you can be an ordinary person and live a stable life. ”

Xue Qian's face turned pale when he heard this, and he fell to his knees with a thud, and choked up: "Father." ”

Craftsman God Xue Qingtian stroked Yizi's hair, his eyes were full of sadness, and he sighed: "Don't cry in the future, how can you teach my grandson well if you are so weak?"

Outside the gate of Sword Pavilion Mountain.

Zhang Dingyi, a vajra monk covered with snow, felt the qi on the top of the square tower, stopped the scriptures in his mouth, raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the towering mountain gate and was silent, and the red Luo elephant under the seat felt that the master woke up, woke up and slowly stood up on his limbs, shook off the snow on his body, looked at the direction of the mountain gate, raised his long nose, and mooed.

(Note: concave gold mace, concave: wa sound)