Walk through the golden villages dyed with plane trees and look out at the lonely houses perched on the beach.

It was the daytime home, the place my father chose, the sea breeze diluted the toxins in the heat, and the seawater of the Dead Sea was an essential material in the cooling process.

Daylight straightened his waist and walked towards his destination.

This time, in addition to sending materials to my father, there is another important thing that requires my father's consent.

During the day, I found a book in the basement with a table leg, dusty and worn.

He discovered this book a long time ago, and it wasn't until this morning that he was really bored, so he took it out and read it, and the four words of the Broken Tyrant Sword Technique were worn out and were not easy to distinguish.

When I opened the pages of the book with the attitude of casually looking at it, I was immediately fascinated.

There are only three strokes in the sword technique, which are composed of broken hearts, broken bones, and broken stars, and the three moves are exquisite and invincible.

One slashes all things in the mortal world, the second slashes the demons of hell, and the third slashes the ghosts and gods in the sky.

When Daylight got the book, he couldn't wait to get his father's permission.

But he did not forget his work, first went to the smelter to get the iron bars, and then returned to the seaside hut.

Gently pushing open the iron door of the sword-casting room, a wave of heat rushed to his face, blowing over the hood on Bai Day's head, revealing a very handsome face.

The high temperature in the sword-forging room made Bai Tian want to turn his head and leave, so he held his breath and walked into the room, putting the iron bar heavily on the ground, judging from the sound of the landing, the weight was really not light.

Speak loudest during the day. "Father, rice and iron bars, you must be here all day?"

The sound of striking iron was incessant, shattering all other sounds.

"Otherwise, that's what the swordsmith does, and there's a lot of material for me to cast. The sword clenched the huge hammer, waved its iron arms, and smashed it down.

"Shouldn't a swordsmith forge a sword?" the sound of daylight was drowned out by the sound of beating.

When Jian Death returned to the Sword Clan with Daylight, he contracted all the tools, and now he is making plough tools for the farmer Sword Three Fingers.

The black text is coiled around the forearm of the sword like a snake, and at first glance it is all black, and the sword people call it a black hand tattoo, which is more like a brand.

Black hand tattooing is a tradition of the sword clan, and after completing the coming-of-age ceremony, the tattoo artist tattoos those unintelligible words on the forearm.

Those words predate the lost language, and the meaning they represent has long been forgotten over time, and now it has become a tradition of the Sword Clan.

Jian Xiangsheng shouted while thrashing: "Go find Yusheng and play with them, it's hot and noisy here." ”

"They don't play with me, they say I'm a wild child. "Bowing his head during the day, only Rhubarb (the dog raised by the Orion in the clan) is willing to play with him.

Sometimes during the day, I will lie down in front of the water to see if I am an ugly monster.

When he saw the beautiful face reflected in the water, he was even more puzzled.

The sound of striking iron suddenly stopped, and the pale fire of his heart danced silently in the sword-forging furnace, and his father looked at him with red-eyed eyes scorched by the flames, "Who said that? I'm going to beat him up." ”

Daylight flinched and muttered, "If you teach them a lesson, it will appear that I am weaker." ”

Jian Jisheng put aside the half-finished product and put his sweat-stained hand on his head, and his dark hair was damp in an instant. "Son, give you a piece of advice, follow Jian Yusheng, they are all children, just like you, sooner or later they will open up to you. ”

The sword Yusheng in his father's mouth is the eldest of their group of children, very popular, and feels like the sun.

Bai Tian pursed his lips, it was hard not to admit that he also liked Jian Yusheng.

"I think I'm different from them, I'm nine years old, but I only have memories after the age of four, I can't remember what happened before, I don't know who I am, I don't know why I came here, and my strength is bigger than my age, even more than some adults, which scares me," Bai said. ”

"You are the son of my sword, and the swordsmith has great strength. ”

Bai Tian slowly raised his head and saw that his father's muscled upper body was covered with scars, and the two crossed scars on his chest were particularly conspicuous, occupying almost the entire upper body, and his eyes were bloodshot due to the high temperature all year round, and his beard was like a tenacious weed that could never be cleaned.

"Really, can I become a swordsmith?" Shiday's tone was uncertain.

In his heart, the ideal appearance of a swordsmith is the posture of his father tempering the sword with immortal arts, not the sloppy appearance in front of him,

"Of course!"

"But I don't even have the surname Jian!" Bai Tian was in a frustrated mood, muttering in his heart, since ancient times, children born to the Sword Clan and foreign clans, even if they are not in the Sword Clan, naturally have no right to bear the surname of the Sword.

The sword dies and picks up the hammer. "The name or something, it doesn't matter. ”

Father's words didn't make the daytime mood better.

Lost to lost, he didn't forget the purpose of this time. "By the way, father, I found a martial art in the basement, called the Shattering Ba Sword Technique, which suits me very well, can I learn it?"

The hand holding the hammer of the sword stopped in mid-air, "Yes, if you can learn it, go and learn it, become a man." ”

The sound of pounding steel sounded again, and the sweaty day left the room contentedly.

Speaking of the Sword Trick, it was obtained by traveling the world with friends in a foreign ruin in the early days of Jian Ji's death, and he was originally attracted by the description on the sword technique.

However, the cultivation conditions of the sword technique are extremely harsh, and it requires extremely strong physical strength, which is about ten to thirty times that of ordinary people to cultivate.

Just looking at this point, it's not that no one can be satisfied, and the next one shatters everyone's illusion, cultivators must be within ten years old.

Where is there a child less than ten years old who is ten times more powerful than the average person?

And if you look closely, those three sword moves are simple and domineering, but they are a little reckless, and ordinary people can get started quickly, but what they have practiced is only third-rate kung fu, which is somewhat inconsistent with the description of killing gods and killing demons, but it seems to be boasting.

Jian Jie wanted to find a random place to throw the sword trick, but legend has it that the god who created this sword trick created this sword trick at the age of six, and at the age of ten, he was able to compete with the immortal cultivators of the sixth realm with three moves.

This horrific deed made the sword change his mind.

This book, which is tasteless and abandoned, was brought back to the Sword Clan across the ocean.

When the table where tools were placed in the basement was unbalanced, he used it to cushion the table legs.

Originally, the sword trick had long been forgotten by him, but now that he was found by his son, it was not bad for him to have a self-defense skill.

Besides, that kid's strength is really great, it is very suitable for this sword technique, and the age is about to reach the deadline for cultivating this sword technique, so it is also the will of heaven to let him find this sword technique at this time.

There is another reason why Jian promised his son, I don't know if it's because of memory loss, and Dayday's personality is a little weak.

Jian Death gave him a dagger made of Qingshen Steel, hoping that he would be brave. But they were used to cut weeds and feed them to the rabbits.

I hope this sword book can sharpen him into a man, which is what a father expects from his son.

Bai Tian didn't know what his father thought, but he was full of confidence that he was bound to practice the invincible skills in the world, and then impress those children who didn't play with him.

That's all the boy's fantasy is.

Standing on the beach during the day, feeling the sea breeze on your face, you are light.

Look at the golden village in the distance and set off happily towards it.