The people of the Bai family actually waited on the side early.

They didn't expect that their family's genius would be defeated, and they would be so defeated. At this time, Baifang was no longer able to fight, and with the remaining strength, it was estimated that the sword would not be able to come out. Afraid that his sword heart would be dusted again, the Bai family took him away.

On the city wall, Xie Baoshu breathed a sigh of relief.

This time against Bai Fang, he was not sure. Because Baifang is pressing the realm, he is waiting for this battle to enter the earth immortal. But for the sake of fame, he chose to pretend to be bigger, and it was reasonable to lose.

Unless he has to, he will never use his evil sword, even if he loses.

Someone in the audience looked at Xie Baoshu and asked, "What about the Qingyun Chaotian Sword?"

Without waiting for Xie Baoshu to answer, someone on the side said: "You are holding the long sword of Qingyun Sword Immortal, and there is actually a knife hanging on it, it is really a shame for Qingyun Sword Immortal." Hurry up and take out your sword and give it to someone who is destined. ”

Xie Baoshu looked at their faces and said with a smile: "Do you want a sword? ”

For a while, there were really a few monks who flew up to Chang'an City and surrounded Xie Baoshu in it.

Xie Baoshu smiled slightly and said, "Come on, dare to do it, I respect you for being a man." ”

These monks all coveted the Qingyun Chaotian Sword, but none of them dared to do it. Because of Xie Baoshu's battle with Baifang, he reported to the government. At this time, there are officials watching from the sidelines, and if they do it, the crime will not be small.

One of them was reluctant to give up and said, "Boy, if you're a character, come and try with me." ”

Xie Baoshu smiled slightly, whether it is a character or not, it doesn't matter if others say it. He looked at the men and said, "If you want to do it, hurry up." If you don't want to do it, get out of the way. Baifang has been defeated by me, will I still be afraid of you?"

As soon as these words came out, the monks were reluctant to let go.

Xie Baoshu jumped down from the city wall. He had already seen Su Cha and was walking that way. Suddenly, a group of women stepped forward and blocked his path. These women had no malice, they looked very kind, but they just stopped Xie Baoshu and didn't let him go.

Xie Baoshu looked at these people and asked, "Do you have something?"

One of the women said, "Qingyun Sword Immortal, did you kill him? Also, is his Immortal Sword with you at this time?" Or are you his heir?"

Xie Baoshu looked at the expressions of these women and sighed, knowing who they were. Xie Baoshu didn't feel that they were rude, but replied seriously: "Qingyun Sword Immortal, he died because he saved me, and he definitely didn't kill me." Also, his fairy sword has been given away. Nor am I his heir. ”

Hearing that Xie Baoshu gave away the sword, this kind of bastard, those women were about to run away.

At this time, a crisp voice came from not far away: "The Qingyun Chaotian Sword is here, do you have any opinions?"

Everyone looked back, and Su Cha, dressed in a gray cotton jacket, slowly walked to Xie Baoshu's side. The one behind her was carrying the Qingyun Chaotian Sword. Around her waist, there is also a jade gourd. Those who know the goods, when they saw this gourd, exclaimed: "Raise the sword gourd!"

Suddenly, the streets of Dongcheng were boiling.

Among those women, there was someone who knew about Su Cha and said, "You are the little child rescued by Qingyun Sword Immortal?"

Su Cha nodded.

For a while, no one had anything to say. Although they don't know Su Cha's background, they are still very clear about the big war many years ago. At that time, in front of the courtyard of Qingyun Sword Immortal, blood flowed like a river, and a certain noble concubine in the palace was completely thrown into the cold palace because of this incident.

Someone next to him said, "A little kid, what qualifications do you have to hold the Qingyun Chaotian Sword?"

The man disappeared into the crowd, thinking that no one could see him. He was very proud, and from time to time he spoke out and mocked a word or two. In fact, many of the people present were like him in their hearts.

Immortal swords are scarce.

Isn't it a waste to have a child and a fairy sword?

Xie Baoshu's eyes were cold, and he wanted to find the person who spoke. Unexpectedly, Su Cha held his hand and patted the sword raising gourd on his waist. I saw a golden light flying out of the jade-colored sword-raising gourd. Immediately in the crowd, I found that person accurately.

The flying sword immortalized and poked the man by the collar, throwing him out of the crowd and landing in front of everyone.

Suddenly, there was silence in the streets. Everyone is from Chang'an City, and it is impossible not to be knowledgeable. I know that the sword raising glove in this little girl's hand actually has a sword in it. This golden flying sword, I heard that the grade is not low.

Everyone's eyes fell on Su Cha, which made her a little nervous.

At this time, someone saw Murong Yingcai behind Su Cha and exclaimed, "You are the Divine Craftsman Murong Yingcai?"

Murong Yingcai was originally behind Su Cha, unknown, just like an ordinary old man. This sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone shifted their eyes and looked at Murong Yingcai. Some time ago, they knew the news that the two divine craftsmen of Sword Casting Villa were forging swords together.

It's just that I didn't expect that this elder of Sword Casting Villa would come to Chang'an City.

Murong Yingcai smiled slightly and replied, "It's me, how did you recognize it?"

In his life, except when he was young, he traveled to Kyushu, and at other times, he rarely came out. He really didn't expect someone to know him.

The man was very happy to see the legendary master of the Divine Craftsman talking back to him, and he said, "A few years ago, the master took me to the Sword Forge Villa. Far away, I saw you once. I wasn't sure just now, but I shouted out in excitement. ”

Murong Yingcai nodded, in fact, he didn't remember this young man anymore. I don't even know who the mentor he is talking about.

On the long street, people were more surprised than one another, and today's events seemed to be very unexpected to them. First of all, Xie Baoshu actually defeated Sword Immortal Baifang. Then a little girl who came out of nowhere, there were actually two fairy swords, looking at her appearance, it seemed that she had inherited the mantle of Qingyun Sword Immortal.

Also, Murong Yingcai, a master craftsman, actually came to Chang'an City. You must know that this old craftsman, after becoming a master craftsman, has never left the Sword Forge Villa.

Su Cha looked at the man and said, "You think I can't find you, right?" “

The man's face was pale, and he didn't understand how Su Cha found himself in the crowd. He is actually a monk with a low realm, but he is just unhappy when he sees Su Cha with such two good swords.

He really didn't understand how Su Cha pulled him out.

Su Cha snorted coldly, and the flying sword immortal automatically hovered beside her, and she pulled out the Qingyun Chaotian sword behind her. The dark green sword body looks very good-looking, and the sword spike flutters in the wind. This little girl shows the demeanor of a sword fairy.

She pointed to the crowd and said, "I know that there must be disgruntled people in your hearts. However, since this sword is mine, then you should not be careful. Later, Lee, I will tell you whether I am qualified to be the master of this sword. Until then, you'd better shut up for me. ”

This is said to be arrogant, but few people take it seriously.

Su Cha said with a smile: "Everyone present, do you have a better relationship with the Bai family?" Please help me with a sentence, just say that on the day when Bai Fang's injury is healed, I will personally come to the door and challenge him. ”

Xie Baoshu frowned, Su Cha had just started his cultivation and had not yet crossed the moat, so he actually said such a thing.

The people around also looked disbelieving, but Su Cha didn't care anymore. She patted the Immortal Sword and let it return to the Sword Cultivation Blade. Then, he took Xie Baoshu's hand and prepared to leave. At this time, the women just now stopped Xie Baoshu and said, "You said something wrong just now. ”

Xie Baoshu asked, "Which sentence was wrong?"

Those women said: "You just said to Bai Fang that if it was Qingyun Sword Immortal who lost today, he would not make excuses for himself, this sentence was wrong. ”

Xie Baoshu was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"

The girls said, "Qingyun Sword Immortal, you won't lose." ”

Xie Baoshu smiled bitterly, as if this was really the case. In Chang'an City, Qingyun Sword Immortal has never lost. He looked at the women in front of him, nodded, and then took Su Cha's hand and left slowly. The girls, standing still, were stunned. Suddenly, someone said: "This kid, although he is not as chic as Qingyun Sword, but when he fights that Baifang, he is still quite domineering." ”

The girls echoed one after another, and they had long been unpleasant to Baifang.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and after this incident passed, the wind and waves in Chang'an City would become more and more huge. In Su Cha, the little girl, there are actually two sword fairy swords. This made the people of the other families ready to move. A fairy sword can attract the scramble of multiple forces.

Back then, in Tianshui Prefecture, just a magic sword made Tianshui Prefecture's combat effectiveness almost annihilated.

In Chang'an City, will this be the case?

Xie Baoshu took Su Cha's hand and walked on the way home, very worried in his heart. Murong Yingcai, who was behind him, saw his worries and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and no one dares to make a move on us openly." Just be careful and don't leave anything alone. In the future, when Su Cha goes out to buy vegetables, I will just follow it. ”

Xie Baoshu nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Murong Yingcai smiled and said, "Boy, how long will I stay in this Chang'an City, I don't have much time." I still want to go to the Two Realms Mountain for a walk, time waits for no one. ”

Xie Baoshu pinched his fingers and said, "How about we leave at the beginning of next month?"

Murong Yingcai nodded, sent the two back to the courtyard, and he came to Chang'an City, where he usually drank tea. It was a place where the poor lived, and there were not only those who drank tea, but also those who struck iron. Murong Ying came here, turned around twice, and walked into a blacksmith shop.

An apprentice blacksmith sharpened the red-hot iron in the furnace and hammered it on an iron pier, causing sparks to fly in an instant. The blacksmith master hammers left and right, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and looks freewheeling, which is very eye-catching.

Spread about 20 square meters, the middle position is a large stove, made of bricks, the outer wall is plastered with oyster ash, next to a bellows, the bellows is pushed and pulled, pulled and pushed, the wind enters the furnace, and the flame in the furnace jumps. Usually, the blacksmith apprentice hammers left and right in the shop, hitting the shape of the target, adjusting the position and strength of the hammer from time to time, so that the originally hard iron material has surprisingly become all kinds, swords, halberds, and various weapons.

Murong Yingcai looked at all this, very obsessed.

Striking iron requires not only strength, but also guts. The heavy hammer rises and falls, and without strong physical strength and determination to move forward, it is obviously impossible to control. Striking iron requires not only the willingness to endure hardships, but also endurance. Whenever the stove is on fire, it is a time of high temperature, push and pull a bellows, rise and fall a hammer, and sweat will wet the clothes. In the winter, too, the apprentices are in the warm bunks, their bare shoulders are forging, and beads of sweat the size of beans run down the contours of their backs.

Murong Yingcai looked at this young man and smiled slightly.

Usually, the two apprentices alternately hammer and cooperate. Maybe it's small arms, maybe it's because of the apprentice's experience and agility, and sometimes it's him who fights alone. He holds pliers in one hand and a hammer in the other, and in the process of forging, he continuously turns the iron by visual inspection, so that its length, thickness, thickness and thickness can also be handy.

Murong Yingcai stepped forward and asked loudly, "Why do you want to burn the iron red before beating it?"

The apprentice glanced at him, and although he didn't like others to bother him to strike iron, this blacksmith shop was not doing good business in the first place. I didn't agree that a customer came to the door, and his attitude was not too tough, so he explained: "This is called striking iron while it is hot, the heated iron becomes soft and easy to forge, and the cold iron is hard and cannot be moved." ”

After speaking, he demonstrated a piece of iron, and when he hammered it down, the iron material was not damaged.

Murong Yingcai nodded and said, "You continue, I'll take a look casually." ”

The young apprentice, thinking he was going to build something, worked harder and harder. Soon, the appearance of a sword was quickly formed, and finally it was quenched. The blacksmith's apprentice picked up the red-hot iron sword from the flames, examined it, and then improved it slightly, trimming the edges and smoothing out the folds.

At this time, he took out the hammer alone, the amplitude was smaller than before, and quickly put it into a vat of clean water to cool before the iron sword faded red. The iron sword made a "snort" sound when it met the water, and a puff of white smoke rose and clamped back into the flames...... In this way, there will usually be many back-and-forths, depending on the degree of the customer's requirements for the quality of the iron sword, until he has fulfilled his wish.

In short, to make an iron sword, it has to be quenched many times.

The apprentice is very skilled, but the business is not good, and his skills are not shown at all. You can only fight some inferior iron swords, as well as farm tools.

Murong Yingcai looked at him and said with a smile, "Have you ever read a book?"

The apprentice nodded and said, "I studied for a few years, but my family didn't have any money, so I came out to be an apprentice." In this way, there are a few taels of silver every month, which can subsidize the family. ”

Murong Yingcai was very satisfied, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and handed it to the apprentice. The apprentice didn't know why, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Murong Yingcai stuffed the paper into his hand and said, "You keep this thing, it has nothing to do with it here in the future, go to the Sword Casting Villa, find a person named Murong Reclamation, and he will arrange it for you." After saying this, Murong Ying took a deep breath and left the blacksmith shop.

Inside the blacksmith's shop, the apprentice looked confused, not knowing what was going on.

Suddenly, Murong Yingcai turned back again, looked at this apprentice, and asked, "What's your name?"

The apprentice replied honestly, "Ji Yushan." ”

This name looks like a literati. And when the apprentice raised his head, he showed a delicate face, and the muscles on his body were distinct, although he didn't look strong, but his strength was huge. Iron striking is a job that only strong men can do, this is because there is no strength to strike iron, there is no courage to dare to strike iron, and there is no spirit of hardship and reluctance to strike iron. Therefore, there used to be a saying: "There are three major sufferings in the world: striking iron, supporting boats, and grinding tofu".

Murong Ying remembered the name and turned to leave again.

Ji Yushan looked at the paper in his hand, a little inexplicable, threw it directly on the ground, and said, "What a madman." ”

After a while, a bearded man with a pleasing eye came out of the back room, opened his mouth and scolded: "Why don't you make good things when you say it's good?" Let me tell you, there is no business in the first place, and if this batch of goods is lost, you can go back. ”

Ji Yushan gritted his teeth and did not speak.

This bearded blacksmith was his master, and he was the one who gave him a few taels of silver every month.

The bearded man looked at Ji Yushan's appearance, a little unpleasant, and said, "Did you come to have a guest just now, do you have any business?"

Ji Yushan replied: "He just took a turn and didn't say what he wanted to fight." ”

The bearded man frowned and said, "It must be your skills that make people look down on it." ”

Ji Yushan didn't justify anything, because in this case, no amount of justification would be pale or weak. Maybe he'll be beaten. Since he was an apprentice, he has understood this truth, so it is better not to talk back. The bearded man saw that he was silently striking iron, but he intensified it even more, and said: "I heard that your sister is about to become an adult, and it happens that Master Li is on the street and wants a concubine, how about you go back and discuss it with your family?"

Ji Yushan shook his head very resolutely and said, "Impossible. ”

The bearded man was a little annoyed, and said, "Master Li has prepared five hundred taels of silver, which is enough for your family to eat and wear for the rest of their lives." “

Ji Yushan still shook his head and said, "My sister is studying in the academy, so it is impossible for her to be a concubine. ”

The bearded man was a little disdainful and said: "What's the use of reading so many books, it's not a loss of money." ”

Ji Yushan held the hand of the hammer, and the green tendons burst out.

The bearded man looked at him and said with a smile: "Why, you still dare to do it?"

Ji Yushan's eyes fell on the paper he threw away just now, he picked up the hammer and slowly approached the beard. The bearded man was a little stunned when he saw Ji Yushan holding a hammer. Unexpectedly, Ji Yushan just walked to his side, picked up the piece of paper, then threw down the hammer and walked out slowly.

The bearded man scolded: "You go, let's go, I'll see what your sister uses to pay for tuition!"

The teenager, who had already walked out, turned back again and smashed his fist the bearded face. Feeling a little puzzled, he pressed the beard to the ground again, punched him a few times, and then left without looking back.

The future craftsman Ji Yushan began to wake up from this day.