The Third Elder Wu Yong is in charge of Chixia Peak, and he is good at forging weapons and other strange skills, and most of the swords in the Zhufeng Sword Hall come from here.

He Xirou was on the way to Chixia Peak, and at the end of the stone steps of Chixia Peak, a young man in a purple brocade robe squinted his eyes, with a kind smile, and looked down the mountain with his hands in his sleeves.

He is a closed disciple of Chixia Peak, Guan Changkong.

"I heard that Senior Sister Rou went up the mountain today, and I have been waiting here for a long time. ”

Guan Changkong said with a smile: "Senior sister has never come to a smoky place like Chixia Peak, what kind of wind blew you here today?"

"What did Senior Brother Guan say, the scenery of Chixia Peak is infinite, how did it become a place of smoke and fire?"

He Xirou smiled bitterly: "If I have nothing to do, I won't come to worship the mountain, and I have to bother Senior Brother Guan to help me this time." ”

Guan Changkong asked in surprise: "What is the matter, it is really interesting to let you ask me to help." ”

"Do you know about Feng Xiaohan?"

"Well, it's the boy who lives in Zizhuyuan? ”

"Then you must know that he has become a closed disciple, and you also know that he is going to fight Lou Tingyu?"

"I know something, he has some confidence, and I am also very interested in the confrontation between the new closed disciples and the old Neishan disciples. But what does it have to do with you being here?"

Guan Changkong asked with a dark face, "Could it be ......?"

As a closed disciple of the Fifth Elder, she lacked nothing, whether it was pills or exercises, what could make her come to Chixia Peak for help was only for one thing.

"Yes, I'd like to ask you for a favor, a blade, or a piece of armor. ”

Lou Tingyu's sword was a rare sword, and after years of soaking in his sword intent, it had become extremely sharp.

In her opinion, Feng Xiaohan either used the same sharp sword to meet the enemy, or used armor to defend himself, so that he would not lose too ugly and embarrass the master.

Guan Changkong smiled bitterly: "I think that my brother's current ability is not able to forge a sword of this level in such a short time, you also know that swords and armor have always been important resources for the peaks to compete for, and now there are only some ordinary goods left in the library." ”

He Xirou smiled bitterly: "He is also a closed disciple, so he can't even have a weapon around him." ”

Guan Changkong thought for a while and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the master to see if he has a way." ”

The two walked through a forest and a stream, and came to the workshop where the disciples of Chixia Peak practiced the art of forging on weekdays.

I saw dozens of disciples with extremely focused expressions, and in the innermost place, there was a middle-aged man with a dark face, watching them quench, smelt, and forge into steel.

Iron is the same as people, there are magazines in it, the only difference is that iron ore does not need to breathe to eat, so it does not even increase on its own. The forger melts the iron ore, adds other minerals as a supplement, solidifies it, and burns it red in the fire to forge it into steel. In this way, the sharpest sword can be sharpened.

He Xirou stepped forward and saluted, "I've seen Uncle Shi." ”

Wu Yong looked at He Xirou and smiled: "Xiao Rou'er is not cultivating in Qingzhu Peak, why did she come to find Uncle Shi, me?"

Guan Changkong told her intentions.

Wu Yong laughed and said: "It is worthy of being a disciple that Uncle Shi is optimistic about, he really has courage, I have also heard of Lou Tingyu, he is already a consummate spirit realm at a young age, and his kendo attainments are good, much better than my stupid apprentice." ”

Guan Changkong cried with a sad face, and said sadly: "Master, I am also in the Cave Realm, and my cultivation is much stronger than him." ”

"Who said that it is your own cultivation, you are a few years older than him, it would be strange if your cultivation was the same as him. I'm talking about kendo cultivation. ”

"On weekdays, I mainly focus on forging, so how can I have time to practice swords. ”

Wu Yong picked up the burning stick on the side and knocked him on the head hard, and scolded: "Don't be stubborn, it's not as good as others, it's not as good as others, what excuse to find." ”

Guan Changkong covered his head and smiled bitterly: "Master, Senior Sister Rou is still here, can't you save me some face?"

Wu Yong waved his sleeves after hearing this, and said: "Feng Xiaohan, as a closed disciple, my Chixia Peak should provide a sword, but the time of ten days is too short, I don't know if I can make it, Uncle Shi tried his best." ”

He Xirou thought to herself, if she really couldn't do it, she wouldn't find a chance to break up this guy, so she would lend him her sword if it was a big deal.

"Uncle Shi, Feng Xiaohan has just started practicing, and he already has the cultivation of transforming into a spirit, but Senior Brother Lou is a consummate of transforming into a spirit, and the master does not intend to stop this matter. ”

He Xirou said: "I want to break up one of them before the competition, I don't know what to do." ”

Wu raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think he can't fight the rain upstairs?"

He Xirou said: "This is inevitable. ”

"Yes, I don't think so, maybe Senior Brother Chen Feng and I agree on this matter, so I won't stop it. ”

"Where does your faith come from?"

"Haha, you'll know when the time comes. Wu blinked with a smile.

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He Xirou rarely came to Chixia Peak, and she was extremely unfamiliar with the beautiful scenery here, so Guan Changkong took her around by the way.

Chixia Peak is located in the west of Changming Sect, whenever the sun sets, the dew between the mountains and forests will vaporize into fog, under the reflection of the sunset, form a red sunset, look at the whole mountain peak from afar like a sea of fire, hence the name.

At this time, although it is the afternoon, the sunset has not yet been born, but the mountains and fields are full of grass, green trees, and there are streams meandering through the forests.

He Xirou said with a smile: "I heard that the scenery of Chixia Peak is the best among the twelve peaks, and it really lives up to its reputation, but it is a pity that I didn't see the sunset Chixia." ”

"Qingzhu Peak is the most exquisite swordsmanship in the sect, just now the master laughed at my kendo cultivation is a slight end, why don't you ask Senior Sister Rou for advice, and at the same time wait for the beautiful scenery of the sunset?"

Guan Changkong smiled: "This is the best place to watch the scenery of Chixia, and you don't have anything else to do anyway." ”

He Xirou thought for a while, held the hilt of the sword, and said with a smile: "It's so good, then it's okay." ”

Guan Changkong couldn't cry or laugh, and said: "Even if my swordsmanship is not as good as yours, I can't just say it, so I can save some face for my brother, right?"

He Xiao playfully stuck out her tongue.

Guan Changkong said with a smile: "It's better for you and me to discuss, you pretend to be careless and underestimate the enemy when you discuss for a while, and I play extraordinarily, let's have a tie." I'll bring you some fine candied plums next time I go down the mountain, how about it?"

He Xirou couldn't cry and laughed, and said: "You and I are such a fake model, who are you doing it for?"

"Of course, it's for myself to see, so that I can grow my confidence. ”

Guan Changkong said with a hippie smile: "I can only remember the results and selectively forget the reasons." ”

He Xirou said helplessly: "Okay, let's ask senior brother to come in." ”

Guan Changkong is good at using a short sword, but at this moment, what he is hanging from his waist is a long sword, sheathed with gemstones and agate, which is extremely luxurious.

He Xirou was still amazed at how he changed his sword to use, but she didn't care, thinking that she would definitely be able to win easily if she only couldn't move with a sword.

But who knew that the sound of "Qiang" sounded like a dragon's groan, and Guan Changkong's sword at his waist did not move, but the sword light in his hand had already illuminated the edge.

He Xirou's face changed slightly, and she didn't know where the sword light came from, so she directly used a move to cover the clouds, and the sword momentum shrouded the sword light like a dark cloud, covering the sky and the sun.

Because Guan Changkong was accustomed to putting his hand in his sleeve, he simply put the short sword on his left arm, and his right hand was always on the hilt of the sword in the sleeve.

And the saber on his waist is an ordinary iron sword, only slightly modified, which he played casually a few years ago, used as an ornament, and also to attract the other party's attention and cover the purpose of the sword in his sleeve.

This was a method he had only thought of a few days ago, and no one except the Third Elder and himself knew about it.

At that time, Wu Yong also laughed at him for being clever, in front of the real swordsmanship, he could perceive the sword intent in advance without waiting for him to come out of the sword, and easily recognize his little tricks.

But it was Wu Yong's words and reminders that made Guan Changkong's eyes suddenly brighten, and he gave a big gift to thank the master for waking up, so that he could make this trick more perfect.

He Xirou felt that this sword was too heavy, so heavy that it could even crush the dark clouds, and a hot and hard breath comparable to that in the workshop just now came to his face, with a smell of rust

When he drew his sword, it was not a straight stab, nor a horizontal slash, but a vertical slash.

But it wasn't really a vertical slash, because he held the sword in both hands and pierced his arms, which was more like a slash than a slash.

He often forged iron, struck iron ore with a hammer, and wielded it hundreds of thousands of times since he first started, even more than he had drawn his sword.

This sword is the blow he has wielded with a hammer over the years.

It is his original swordsmanship.

Iron has to be tempered thousands of times before it can become steel, and this sword is also tempered by him.

The short sword smashed through the dark clouds like a hammer, although at this moment the sword light was exhausted and the sword qi disappeared without a trace, but the sword intent was still there.

He Xirou put away her sword and blocked it, only to hear the sound of "dang~" metal impact, her little face turned pale, and she secretly said ashamed.

I didn't expect Senior Brother Guan's sword to be hidden so deeply, so unexpectedly, the sword was hidden in the sleeve, and the sword intent had been accumulated to an astonishing point, the so-called thick accumulation, if she used the vitality at this time, she was only afraid that she would have been seriously injured, it turned out that before this battle began, he had already taken out the sword.

He Xirou took a few steps back and asked seriously, "What is the name of this sword?"

Guan Changkong thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Just call it, let's knock the sword." ”

"Knock on the sword!" He Xirou nodded, carefully recalling the sword.

The truth of knocking on the sword is very shallow, and you can peek into the true meaning at a glance, but He Xirou thinks that she can't use this sword.

He Xirou praised: "This sword is very simple, simple and clear. In other words, this sword is stupid, full of the smell of a craftsman, but stupid wisdom is foolish, stupid wonderful, wonderful. ”

"The forging is a stupid person who will enter the industry, and if you are a little smarter, you don't bother to deal with iron and stone every day. ”

Guan Changkong stood on the edge of the bar, smiling like a stream running through the forest, bright and dazzling.

"Hundred tempered into steel, this is the way of Chixia Peak. ”