Ten years ago, in order to cast three peerless swords for his three apprentices to help them achieve great martial arts, Zhuang Fanjing found the first sword caster on the rivers and lakes, Canglang.

Zhuang Fanjing and Canglang have always had a deep friendship, and he knows that Canglang is cynical, but there are several principles that cannot be violated when helping people forge swords.

First, dignitaries and nobles should not ask him to forge swords.

Second, swords are not forged to kill, but to collect, and should not.

Third, people who are not as strong as him in martial arts should not find him to forge swords.

Fourth, after each sword is cast, the swordsmith needs to agree to Canglang's request, otherwise Canglang can become a sword or destroy a sword.

Canglang himself said, "Except for the blue water sword in the world that can't be pulled out, any sword, whether you sharpen iron like clay or extremely sharp, I can turn it into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron." ”

When Zhuang Fanjing asked Canglang to help cast the sword, he had retired from the rivers and lakes for many years, but his fame was still well known, especially those with some qualifications in the rivers and lakes knew that Zhuang Fanjing was strong in martial arts, and few people in the world could match him.

Canglang was startled when he saw Zhuang Fanjing, and then smiled, "You have retired to the rivers and lakes for so many years, I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to not only live well, but also listen to the sound of walking, and your martial arts are even more advanced than back then." But what's the matter with your white hair and white beard? I haven't seen him for more than ten years, but it looks like I'm fifty years old. Tell me, what are you looking for me for today? ”

Zhuang Fanjing sneered, "Could it be that there are still people in this world looking for Canglang for other things?" ”

Canglang laughed, "What are you going to do with the sword, aren't you retiring from the rivers and lakes, do you want to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes?" ”

Canglang thought that Zhuang Fanjing had been practicing some peerless martial arts in retreat all these years, and now that he had practiced it, he would re-emerge from the rivers and lakes and regain his martial arts supreme throne that had been done by several people.

Zhuang Fanjing guessed his thoughts, and responded disdainfully, "What peerless martial arts, martial arts supreme, are not worth anything in my heart now, if you ......"

He wanted to say, "If my beloved wife can come back to me, even if it takes me a lot of martial arts to make me a powerless person?" But these words naturally can't be said to outsiders, Zhuang Fanjing glared at Canglang, feeling that Canglang had snooped on his secrets, his temper was eccentric, and his character of liking anger on people did not change at all.

So he snorted, "You ask so much what to do, I ask you to cast a sword, and you will cast a sword, and it doesn't violate your principles." ”

Canglang still smiled and said, "Well, first, you are not a dignitary; Second, with your Zhuang Fanjing character, you will retire from the rivers and lakes, as long as you have a sword in your hand, you still have to kill, I like you like this. ”

After speaking, he made a grimace at Zhuang Fanjing, and his personality was like an old naughty boy, and Zhuang Fanjing was not quiet, nor was he laughing.

"Third, we don't have to compare, because I will lose if I don't compare, in case you lose your mind and kill me, no one will help you forge a sword until it's nothing, I can't see what your three swords look like It's a pity."

Canglang said as he circled around Zhuang Fanjing, breaking his fingers, "Fourth, as for the fourth, if you want to cast three swords, you have to agree to my three requests." ”

Zhuang Fanjing threw the backpack on his shoulder onto the iron table, only to hear the sound of metal crashing echoing in the room. "Don't talk nonsense, you just have to cast the sword, what are the requirements, when I see that the sword is satisfied, I will naturally help you complete it."

Canglang clapped his hands and smiled, "I just like you like this, neat and neat, you know that the people who come to me to forge swords are also masters, but many mothers-in-law and mothers-in-law tell me the conditions." Don't do anything that violates morality, don't do anything that is unfaithful and unfilial, don't do anything that is unkind and unjust, one by one, like a girl. Fart, it's all fart, can I still let you snatch your sister-in-law and send it to me? Fart, it's all fart, or you're as good as that. ”

Canglang said as he went to open Zhuang Fanjing's package, and when he saw the contents he couldn't help but exclaim, he couldn't help but exclaim "Ah", and the look of surprise and envy and jealousy jumped on his face. He raised his head and looked at Zhuang Fanjing, "You...... Where did you get that? ”

It turned out that what was placed in Zhuang Fanjing's package was nothing else, it was a thousand-year-old cold iron, and it was even more difficult to find a thousand-year-old cold iron if someone got a pound and a half, but now Zhuang Fanjing has hundreds of kilograms of thousand-year-old cold iron in this package.

Canglang loves three things in this life, the peerless sword; copper, tin, and iron for forging swords; Wine; Now for him to see these many thousand-year-old cold irons, imagining what kind of peerless sword he can forge with these thousand-year-old cold irons, it is really a happy thing that has never been seen in this life.

Zhuang Fan drank tea quietly, didn't seem to put these thousand-year-old cold iron in his eyes, and said lightly, "That's how you got it, what's so strange." ”

Canglang glanced up at him, and immediately moved his gaze back to the thousand-year-old cold iron, and raised his voice excitedly, "You are such an old man, you don't know the beauty of it, it is more attractive than fine wine." As he spoke, he gently stroked the thousand-year-old cold iron with his calloused hands, and rubbed his face against it, as if the iron was alive.

Cang Lang sighed, "I have always had a wish, to see a lot of thousand-year-old cold iron placed in front of me, and then let me forge a peerless sword, and now it has finally come true." ”

He looked up at Zhuang Fanjing, and said with a grateful face, "Old man Zhuang, after the sword is cast, you don't need you to promise me any requests, you help me realize my wishes, which is worth three, thirty, three hundred requests." ”

Zhuang Fanjing took a sip of tea, "You treat it as a treasure, but I don't, I Zhuang Fanjing will not take advantage of others in my life, your wish will come true, even if I complete your first request, you still have two requirements." ”

Canglang slapped his thigh, "Good Zhuang Fanjing, okay, since you are pretending to be a master, I will give you the opportunity to let you pretend to be a master, anyway, I am suitable." Now I will tell you my second request, all the remaining thousand-year-old cold iron, you must not return a tael, all of them will be mine. ”

Zhuang Fanjing nodded, "Yes, what about the third one?" ”

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I've thought about it."

Canglang used the five-flavor true fire to refine the thousand-year-old cold iron, and there were eighteen masters and apprentices, and they didn't stop for a moment, refining for ninety-nine eighty-one days.

and the internal force of the upper level of martial arts cast the sword body, casting and fighting for 7749 days.

Then the three swords were placed in the cold ice Tan water, and the flowing water ice altar was impacted, and they were soaked for five or twenty-five days.

After the end, he fed three swords every day with the blood of the world's first swordsmith for nine days.

After these four processes, three peerless swords were refined, namely, Yingtian Sword, Moon Sword, and Xiaoyao Sword.