He looked at Qi Le with a smile in his eyes, but in the smile, there were countless calmness and helplessness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qi Le led him into the house, and it was raining heavily outside, and two rows of soldiers lined up neatly outside the house, their faces expressionless.

The rain soaked them, making them one with the night.

Wu Xuanzi placed a wet black cloth in front of the table.

Qi Le poured him a full cup of tea.

Aya was in the room, and through the curtain came two worried glances.

Qi Le untied the black cloth, revealing a long sword inside.

A sword that Qi Le is very familiar with.

It is a butterfly.

"This sword is powerful." Wu Xuanzi took a sip of tea, the water vapor swirled in front of his eyes, and then he seemed to feel that his tone was not heavy enough, and emphasized again, "It's really powerful." ”

"How is it better than Daddy's?" Qi Le asked calmly.

"I don't know. That sword, the king never gave it a strike. "Wuxuanzi's tea bowl is dry, he grabbed in front of Qi Le and filled it for himself.

"Your Majesty?" Qi Le frowned.

"When the monarch came here, he was only a prince, and on the seventh day after he returned, the first emperor died, so he reigned in the world." Wu Xuanzi's lips were a little purple, and he could barely hear his breathing, "The king has great ambitions, and the small Jinshan Kingdom with a radius of thousands of miles is not enough to display the king's ambitions. ”

"So he began to conquer the world?" Qi Le remembered the words he had picked up in the mouths of those passers-by over the years.

Wu Xuanzi nodded, and then said: "The king has a grand plan, but he can't make people." We have marched 30,000 miles west, but in the face of the Iron Horn Country, we have finally been defeated. ”

"They're strong?"

"No...... They are not strong, but their armor is strong, so ...... They are indeed strong. Wu Xuanzi himself felt that his words were a bit tongue-twisting, "Their armor is too strong, and our weapons can't penetrate it at all." But there is one exception. ”

Wu Xuanzi glanced at the butterfly that was in Qi Le's hand at the moment.

Qi Le was rubbing it lovingly.

Because it is a symbol of love between himself and Aya. Thinking of this, the corners of Qi Le's mouth couldn't help but hang a smile, he turned his head and caught Xiao Aya's worried eyes in the inner room to show comfort.

"This sword is unique. And I just happened to know this unique pattern. Wu Xuanzi pointed to a mandala pattern unique to butterflies.

This is Daddy's originality, Qi Le doesn't know why after adding this pattern, the sword has become sharpened like clay, but it is actually true.

"And then?"

"And then I'll be here. I originally thought that this sword was made by my father, but when I came here, I realized that it came from your hand. Wu Xuanzi took a sip of tea, "I didn't expect that the little guy back then would become so powerful." ”

"And then?"

And then ...... You follow us...... The king needs you, and the army needs you...... With your sword, the king will no longer be afraid of anyone, any country! Wu Xuanzi's gaze hidden in the shadows suddenly burst into a blazing light, like a raging fire in a sword furnace.

Qi Le shook his head.

Xiao Aya, who had a stomach, walked out of the inner room with two lines of tears on her face.

Qi Le stopped Xiao Aya in his arms.

"I know you're worried about your wife, don't worry, we won't let you go to the front, you just need to help us forge our swords in the rear. Or you can train ten swordsmiths for us, and as long as their swords can pierce the armor of the Iron Horn Country, you can come back. Wu Xuanzi was quiet, looked at Qi Le's eyes, and said very seriously, "You don't have a choice." ”

The door was pushed open, the sound of rain suddenly became louder, and more than a dozen figures squeezed in, sword light flickering.

Qi Le was eventually taken away.

The group walked out of the village along the rainstorm.

As soon as he stepped on the swaying wooden bridge, Xiao Aya's mournful cry came from behind him: "You want to come back, you must come back!" ”

Xiao Aya, who had a big belly, was pulled by the villagers who had already heard the news.

Qi Le rushed back.

Xiao Aya's body was blood-red, washed by the heavy rain, like the most dazzling mandala flower on the butterfly sword.

A baby's cry tore through the rain.

"Give him a name...... Xiao Aya's vision was blurring, and Qi Le was bound by the soldiers and slowly walked away.

"It's called Qi Xiaole!"

Qi Le struggled, but to no avail, and finally disappeared into the pouring rain.

And Xiao Aya, who was lying in a pool of blood, never stood up.

The war between Jinshan Country and Tiejiao Country has lasted for half a year, and the battle line has been very long.

Wule has always felt that his name is very good, and he has no joy in his life, which means that he should be the king of this world by birth, because the king is ruthless and even more unhappy.

He is very smart and knows how to use people, so he can sit in the imperial city and watch the countless capable people under his command conquer the world for him.

His army is constantly expanding his country.

Every day, the territory before his collapse would be updated, and half a year ago, when the last territory of the entire west was left, the army came to an abrupt end.

All because of the armor of the Iron Horn Country, the incomparably strong armor.

"But the heavens really favor me......" Wule waved the unopened sword in his hand, he danced gently, there was no murderous aura, yes, just the supreme majesty of the superior.

This sword was accidentally found in an isolated mountain village when he was still a prince, when he was playing in the mountains and forests.

At that time, the first time he saw this sword, he was shocked. At that time, this sword was just a sword fetus.

He liked the sword very much, and the owner of the sword gave it to himself at the right time.

He put it in his study, and originally thought that it would be shelved and had no other purpose than to be admired.

But the world is so coincidental and impermanent, and the armor of the Iron Horn Country, which has always given me a headache, was cut open by a sword from the same door as this sword.

The day he heard the news, he roared to the sky.

He hurriedly sent Wu Xuanzi, who had been to the small mountain village with him, his henchmen went to the small mountain village, and he brought the man's son over.

Now, three months later, the man's son had made seven swords, and although they were not as powerful as the one called the butterfly, they were enough to cut through the armor of the Iron Horn Country.

However, such quantities are far from sufficient.

So Wule waved his hand, and gathered five hundred of the best swordsmiths across the country, all of whom were brought to Qi Le.

……

Qi Le looked at the six men and one woman standing in front of him, his face was expressionless, and he began to explain his sword forging method.

But his thoughts had already flown back to Nanling Village.

Is my son okay?

Is Aya okay?

These seven people were the most prominent of the five hundred swordsmiths.

Qi Le taught them first, and then they spread Qi Le's sword-forging skills.

Because Qi Le didn't have that much energy to face five hundred heads.

Qi Le did not hide his secrets, and did his best to teach all his thoughts to these seven people.

And among these seven people, there is especially a female swordsmith called Chain who has the highest understanding, and the sword cast is the sharpest, but there is still a distance from Qi Le's sword.

"Master, why is your sword so powerful?" Chain Xiu frowned slightly, stood aside, looked at Qi Le, who was slowly tapping the iron piece, and asked.

"Just concentrate." Qi Le put the red iron sheet into cold water, quenched it, and then continued to return to the furnace.

In another three months, the speed of sword forging was obviously faster, but it was still too slow, and the king couldn't wait any longer, so he brought all the swordsmiths to the front line, thirty miles behind the army.

Every time they forge a new sword, they are sent straight to the battlefield.

After getting along with his seven personal disciples for almost half a year, the relationship between Qi Le and them has been extremely deep.

Especially the chain, she was an orphan, and she learned a lot of sword-casting theories from Qi Le that she had never been exposed to, which made her have a special affection for Qi Le. And Qi Le regards her as his own child.

However, the unexpected came.

Wu Lejun, who had been dissatisfied with the battle for a long time, came to the royal palace to conquer in person.

Many of the soldiers who were originally fighting against the Iron Horn Kingdom turned against each other and annihilated the unhappy pro-guard army together with the Iron Horn Army.

Wule was directly killed.

Wu Xuanzi usurped the heaven of the Jinshan Kingdom.

In the chaos, Qi Le and the seven apprentices fled in a hurry.

These seven disciples have great respect for Qi Le, if there was no Qi Le, they would have been killed long ago when they couldn't forge a good sword.

At the critical moment, the seven people forgot to die, so that the only female disciples among the seven, Lian and Qi Le, escaped, and these six people were buried here forever.

The chasing soldiers continued, and at the critical moment of life and death, the chain led the pursuers away.

After wandering for more than half a year, Qi Le finally returned to Nanling Village.

Seven of his disciples should all be dead.

Aya is also dead.

When he saw his son, who was already able to walk, Qi Le only felt that his heart was cracked, and seven emotions and six desires flowed out.

He was like the walking dead.

The green mountains next to Nanling Village are still enchanting, but there is no one to see with him.

The son gradually went from toddler to learning to pull the corners of his clothes and call Daddy.

After returning to Nanling Village again, Qi Le's mentality became different, and he began to pay special attention to the news from the outside world.

Wuxuanzi was called the emperor, and after planning for a long time, he finally killed Wule, and the Jinshan Kingdom, which had a territory of tens of thousands of miles, was split in half, and half was given to the Iron Horn Kingdom.

But years of conquest have made the country without Xuanzi too weak, and his country is constantly being eroded.

The son gradually grew up, and Qi Le, who played farm tools all day long, finally began to forge swords again.

It is a pity that there are no people in this village who understand him, and they feel that his sword is far less than a hoe.

Only his son, the son of him and Aya, watched him forge his sword with curiosity every day.

On this day, the sky was bright, there were butterflies dancing in the air, Qi Le squinted his eyes slightly, sat at the door and smoked a bag of dry tobacco, and stood outside the sword furnace.

His face was expressionless, his heart was religious, he thought of the butterfly sword that had been lost on the way to escape, the hammer in his hand kept swinging and falling, and a long sword was slowly taking shape.

I don't know when, there were two more young people in Chinese costumes by his side.

Qi Le could clearly see that the young man at the head liked his sword very much. This made Qi Le very happy, in this Nanling Village, no one liked his sword for many years.

So he decided to give him this sword.

Time passed, and his son finally reached the age where he could take charge of himself.

So he left.

He's going to do something, get revenge.

Avenge the seven disciples and avenge Xiao Aya.

It took him a long time to find a piece of dark iron in the mountains, and the sword made from it would break the hair.

Qi Le returned to Nanling Village and saw that his son had already married, Qi Le was very happy, but he knew that he had more important things to do. In half a month, that person will be on his way to the east, and Qi Le will forge a sword that is enough to cut through all the armor in the world before this.

Seven days later, he succeeded.

He came to the official road and waited quietly for the man to arrive.

On that day, the yellow sand was all over the sky, the dust was flying, and the sound of horses' hooves was urgent.

On the quiet river in the distance, a flat boat stands alone.

A convoy slowly came to Qi Le's face.

A mighty and domineering man stepped out of the wide car.

"I thought you were dead." The man said.

"I'm here to kill you today." Qi Le clenched his long sword.

"To be honest, you were a very important part of my plan back then, and I should thank you for being where I am today."

"I'm here to kill you today." Qi Le moved the hilt of his sword slightly, and a cold light reflected out.

"Good sword!" The man couldn't help but admire.

"I'm here to kill you today."

The shadow of the sword was fluttering, Qi Le was surrounded by countless figures, numbly waving the sword, as if he was chopping melons and vegetables, countless blood stained the sword body red, and his body was also dyed red, I don't know if it was his own blood or someone else's blood.

His eyes were confused, and there was a miserable smile on his lips.

Failed......

It's okay to fail......

Airplanes!

The long sword shook lightly, and immediately brought up countless blood lines, and under the rotation, Qi Le was like a horse stepping on the company camp, and a sword stabbed into Wu Xuanzi's heart.

"It can't be! Why is this happening! It shouldn't be! Why does your sword have a spirit!? ”

Wuxuanzi fell, Qi Le also fell, and blood rain fell all over the sky, covering everything. (To be continued.) )