Walking quickly to the kitchen, there is an old mother cooking in it, the big iron pot is on the stove, the firewood crackles, the flames are red, the iron pot is gurgling, and the white mist is rising straight out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It seems that the charcoal must not be stolen in this iron pot, otherwise it will be boiled into "roasted white potatoes"? He turned around and searched through the cabinets in the kitchen, and turned all the dishes, bowls, bowls and jars upside down, and found no trace of the dead mouse. The old mother didn't dare to say more than half a word, so she could only hide in the corner and look at him suspiciously.

Sun Lang had no choice but to turn around and go out of the kitchen, and came to the granary, looking for it again, where was the slightest trace of charcoal?

Dead mouse! I don't know where to hide to molest the female mouse!

Sun Lang scolded while looking around the yard, but he didn't find the mouse, but found that in the lonely corner, leaning obliquely against the rusty iron sword. Curious, he stepped forward and took the iron sword in his hand.

At this time, the spiritual leader came, and once again carefully looked at the iron sword, only to see that it was ordinary, and the whole body was full of rust, and it was completely unable to enter the eyes of Sun Lang, a first-class swordsmith. What does it take to be considered a sword? To cast a thin blade, to faint the cold light, to seal the throat with a sword, to blow the sharp blade. Moreover, it should not only be sharp, but also artistic and ornamental, such as carving exquisite patterns on the spine of the sword, inlaying sparkling jade on the hilt, and so on......

For this stubborn iron that can't even be called a sword, Sun Lang can't wait to throw it away, but he remembers the instructions of the charcoal head to him, and he must take this sword with him, so he can only helplessly lift the sword, find a rough big bluestone in the yard, put the iron sword against it, one after the other, and grind it up.

He wanted to wear the rust away, so that it would at least look shinier and more pleasant. How do you know that after grinding hard for most of the day, not only have the layers of rust been worn off, but there is not even the slightest trace of friction!

Your grandma's! What the hell? Sun Lang felt more and more magical, and the blacksmith gene in his bones made him enthusiastic, and scolded: "I don't believe that I can't play with you!" After speaking, he walked around Wollongong, found a stone that fit his hand, and kept smashing it on the blade, but after smashing for a long time, the tired Sun Lang sweated profusely, and the blade not only did not have any deformation, but collapsed a corner of the stone.

He doesn't believe in this evil, even if the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, he has to stubbornly let the stubborn stone nod. Then he came to the kitchen in a huff, and stirred up the fire with the bellows, and stretched his iron sword into the flames and burned it. After a while, he drew his sword, and when he saw that the blade was already burned red, he found another hammer and struck it hard. I thought this would rust be smashed off, right?

Unexpectedly, when the iron sword slowly cooled down, the original scorching red color turned into a rusty brown again, and the layer of rust was still not half damaged!

Yes?! Hell yes!

Sun Lang was both surprised and surprised, and wanted to carefully study what was so strange about this sword. He knew that the composition of rust was ferric oxide, which was caused by the oxidation of iron after it was corroded by air and moisture. The hardness of ferric oxide is not high, and it should be very fragile, how can it be so hard, as if it has taken root, and grows on the sword body?

He pressed his eyes to the hilt of the sword, and followed the light of the fire in the furnace to observe carefully, which did not matter, but found that there were some vague patterns faintly engraved on the hilt. Then open your eyes and look hard, and see that this is not actually a pattern, but a line of seal characters. The seal was used very frequently during the Three Kingdoms period, so Sun Lang could barely recognize it, and there were eight words on it, which was: "The elephant is invisible, and all laws return to the sect."

"Elephants are invisible? Ten thousand laws return to the roots? Sun Lang muttered to himself, feeling more and more that this sword was a bit magical. He knew that these eight characters were all from Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching", which simply meant that everything in the world was changing and varied, and with the passage of time, it changed into a form, without a fixed appearance and a unified appearance. But no matter how it changes, it is inseparable from the word "Tao". "Dao" is the way of heaven, humanity, earth, and king, and it is a basic law that all things in the world must follow.

Why is there such a sentence engraved on this sword? Sun Lang didn't know why, so he came to the courtyard again with the iron sword, and unleashed a little martial art that he had practiced a few days ago, and waved the iron sword.

The body is as light as a swallow, and he is talking about a martial arts master. Although Sun Lang couldn't reach this realm, he felt slightly that he was jumping high and running far away, as if his body had changed to a different person, like a mouse, he could go up and drill into the ground without much effort, jumping around in the yard, wielding an iron sword. When the mood was high, Sun Lang used a move Su Qin's back sword, swung the iron sword diagonally from back to front, and then used a move to step on Feiyan, jumped into the air with a little tiptoe, and turned his wrist to pull out a wonderful sword flower in the air, its movements were chic and smooth, and its posture was handsome and graceful. Sun Lang was overjoyed, and consciously became a world-famous martial arts swordsman, holding a murder knife in his hand, he could take people's lives at any time, and from then on, he would eliminate violence and peace, rob the rich and help the poor, and be a world-famous chivalrous man and a true hero.

When he was so happy, he didn't want to be idle in his mouth, thinking that he always had to shout a slogan and pretend to be B, but what slogan to shout? didn't have time to think about it, so he opened his mouth and shouted: "The elephant is invisible, and all laws return to the sect!" I am the peerless hero, Sun Lang is also! Hahaha! ”

As soon as Sun Lang said the word "Zong" in his mouth, he suddenly felt the pale yellow spiritual power in his body surge out, and it drilled into the iron sword along his palm. It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the iron sword suddenly rose with a slight yellow light, and with a swish, it took off Sun Lang's hands, the length shortened rapidly, and the width gradually lengthened, just in the blink of an eye, it turned into a rusty flat iron block, which fell to the ground with a thud, smashing out a small dirt pit.

Sun Lang was shocked and had goosebumps, hurriedly leaned forward, picked up the piece of iron, and saw that it was still rusty on it, but the bottom was a flat bright mirror, and the yin and yang on it were concave and convex, and there was a pattern carved on it. Take a closer look, this pattern shows a small man riding a horse, holding a flag in his hand, and there is a line of small characters on the left and right, which are "God of Horses" and "Traveling Thousands of Miles a Day".

Isn't this exactly the same as the Jiama God Seal that he made for Dong Xi?

It's just that the back of Dong's Jiama Divine Seal is a delicate inkstone, and his own is indeed a stubborn iron that is extremely unsightly.

Sun Lang's little heart fluttered, and he vaguely remembered what Tantou had told him, saying that he already had the ability to steal other people's spiritual power and could copy other people's divine skills......

Could it be ...... Don't...... I have absorbed the spiritual power in Dong Xi's body, and now I can travel thousands of miles a day?