Handan West City, where only one main street crosses, is a concentration of merchants buying and selling. The snow on the streets has not been cleared, and the houses on both sides are mostly dilapidated. There are also taverns and tea shops here, but the wine flags are in dilapidation and are in danger of being blown away at any time in the north wind.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, and when they see Wei Zhuang and Xue Nu, they will look carefully, but they will never nod and talk, and there is a deep estrangement with strangers.

Swords are common, and the blacksmith's business is naturally very prosperous. As soon as Wei Zhuang and the others turned to the street where the blacksmith shop was located, they heard a "clanging" sound of hammering ironware, which crisply penetrated the streets and alleys. The heat of the furnace was rising from the forge and was covered with white mist, and the cold of winter was barely felt as you walked down the road.

"Wei Zhuang, you don't sleep well early in the morning, what are you doing in the blacksmith shop in the west of the city, there are no axes for chopping firewood and pots and kettles for cooking rice at home." The Snow Maiden pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and snorted softly.

This hateful creature gets up before dawn and draws his sword and wields it so loudly that it disturbs people's dreams, and he doesn't know that he hasn't slept beautifully for many days. Seeing his appearance, he put away his sword without saying a word, and after rinsing himself, he called out coldly "follow", and brought himself over in a daze.

"Take the sword, two years ago in the Battle of Changping, King Zhao sent a messenger to ask the master to make a promise when he went out of the mountain - a famous sword. Although it was the result that my brother and I went down the mountain to kill the enemy, the promise was still valid. When Master left, he told me that he wanted me to come to Mrs. Xu, a swordsmith in the west of Handan City, to get a sword as a reward for us to go out of the mountain to kill the enemy. Wei Zhuang looked in a trance, recalling the days of the Ghost Valley, it was so fulfilling.

"Sword, don't you have one hanging from your waist, why do you want so much?" The Snow Girl said nonchalantly, in her eyes, the swords are all the same, they are all murder weapons, and they are all used to kill.

Wei Zhuang held the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and said naturally: "Chunjun is a noble and peerless sword, it is the inheritance of our Guigu faction, it symbolizes identity and status, and Chunjun is no longer a sword of killing, after King Goujian of Yue got it, it was hidden in the hidden palace, and it was not stained with blood, and the sword qi has lost a lot in a hundred years, and the edge is not there." ”

After speaking, Wei Zhuang sighed, the blade of the sword was sharpened, and a sharp sword like Chunjun finally fell into ornaments and symbols, which made people sigh.

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Wei Zhuang stopped in front of a nondescript blacksmith shop at the end of the street, because at the door of the blacksmith stood a bluestone with the big word "Xu" engraved in Zhao Chinese characters.

The iron shop is very simple, in the middle of the entrance is a large anvil, full of coal dust and broken iron, there are a few plowshares hanging on the wall, a few sickles, and a middle-aged blacksmith is by the stove in the door, holding a hammer to beat a piece of red-hot iron, looking at its shape, it should be a sickle.

"Could it be a mistake? It's clear that the family makes farm tools here, and there is no trace of the swords and other weapons. The Snow Maiden looked at the scene of the iron shop and couldn't help but speak.

"Is Master Xu at home?" Wei Zhuang shouted loudly, but saw the middle-aged man stop the hammer and asked, "Are you looking for Master Xu?" ”

"Not bad." Wei Zhuang replied.

"Are you outsiders, looking for Master Xiao Xu or Master Xu?" The middle-aged man continued to ask.

"Xiao Xu, Lao Xu, two Master Xu, which one are you looking for in Wei Zhuang?" After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the Snow Girl turned her head and asked playfully.

"Let's find the sword-casting master, Mrs. Xu, and you will let me know you."

The middle-aged man put down the hammer in his hand, waved his hand and said, "My father, Mrs. Xu, has sealed the technique and no longer casts swords, please go back." ”

Wei Zhuang was stunned, what's the matter, Mrs. Xu doesn't forge swords, what should she do with her sword.

"What are you still doing here, you can go." The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently.

"This, we are here to get the sword, the sword that King Zhao ordered to be made for Guiguzi." Wei Zhuang hesitated for a while, and said slowly.

"Oh! I see, so come in with me. The middle-aged man's face was much kinder this time, and he took the two of them into the inner courtyard of the iron shop.

On the wooden chair beside the stone table on the east side of the inner courtyard sat a man over half a hundred years old, with a white beard, thinking that he had bent over to strike iron for many years, his back was hunched, and although his eyes were red and thin from the smoke, they were deep and bright.

He glanced at Wei Zhuang and Xue Nu a few times, and then asked, "What do the two guest officers have to order?" The old man is old, and I am afraid that he has more than enough heart and not enough strength, so please order the person to find a master. After speaking, he didn't forget to glare at the middle-aged man, as if he was scolding him for bringing everyone back if he was fine.

"Father, this little brother claimed to have come to get a sword for Guiguzi, so I brought them in." The middle-aged man hurriedly explained.

"Oh, what is the relationship between Guiguzi and you, you came to get the sword on his behalf?" Mrs. Xu looked at Wei Zhuang and asked.

"The younger generation is Wei Zhuang, the disciple of the Guigu faction, and Guiguzi is the family teacher, and this time he came to disturb the real reason to collect the reward for the Battle of Changping." Wei Zhuang replied respectfully, Mrs. Xu is another famous swordsmith after Ou Yezi and the cadre Mo Ye, and her skills are worthy of admiration.

"It's finally here, and my wish has come true. Wait a minute, I'll go and get the sword out. Mrs. Xu got up and walked to the wing room in the inner courtyard, and from time to time she came out with a rectangular sword box and placed it on the stone table in front of Wei Zhuang and the others.

"Open it! This is one of my pinnacle works, and I hope you can make it show its own light, and it is worthy of your identity as the successor of the Guigu faction. Mrs. Xu's eyes lit up and she was excited.

The "buzzing" sword sound, crisp and deafening, the whole body is blue-black, without a trace, the edge is exposed, the cold light is dazzling, the sword body is straight on one side, but on the other side is a row of jagged crescent blades instead of sharp blades, which is completely different from the pattern of ordinary swords. The upper part of the sword body is engraved with the word "shark tooth" in ancient flower and bird seals.

Mrs. Xu watched everyone indulge in the momentum of the sword, and began to explain: "The name of the sword is shark teeth, the sword is three feet three inches long, weighs six catties, six taels and six coins, collects hardware essence, mixes extraterrestrial meteorite and the backbone of a giant fish in the East China Sea, and is forged after seven days and seven nights. Hopefully you'll be able to harness it. ”

"Good sword! To my liking, shark tooth! It's quite imagery and domineering. Wei Zhuang's right hand reached into the sword box, held the slightly curved hilt, pulled out the shark tooth from the box, and the index and middle fingers of his left hand were wiped together from the end of the sword and slid to the tip of the sword, the cold light was faintly bright.

"Whew" came like a cracking sound, and a wound appeared at the intersection of Wei Zhuang's left forearm and wrist, and blood fell dripping down on the blade of the shark tooth.

"What are you doing here? How to cut yourself with a sword, don't hurry up and stop the bleeding, the blood will die if it runs dry. The Snow Girl standing on the side looked nervous and looked a little anxious.

"It's nothing, it won't die, just endure it and it's over." Wei Zhuang shook his head and gritted his teeth and insisted.

"He is sacrificing the sword with blood, strengthening the spirituality of the sword, and enhancing the connection with the sword, so as to seek the unity of the human sword, and the sword is like an arm. The pursuit of a swordsman, devoted to the sword, the first in the world. Mrs. Xu stroked her gray beard and said with a smile in her eyes. His sword is really a good person, and he is very relieved.

The "humming" sword thought again, and Wei Zhuang, whose face was slightly pale, showed a smile on his face, and it was done, in the future, this sword will be as happy as he wants, and dominate the world. He is a person of later generations, and naturally knows that it will be this sword that will conquer the world with him in the future, and when the Snow Maiden asked him why he didn't use Chunjun in the morning, another reason why he didn't answer was this.

"Hmm!" Wei Zhuang, who had successfully sacrificed the sword, suddenly found that the sword qi of the shark tooth was directed at the wooden house where Mrs. Xu took the sword, the sword body trembled slightly, buzzing, and seemed to be a little excited and inexplicable, and some of the fighting spirit was high-spirited, and he wanted to fight, and he was beginning to show his edge.

Could it be that there is a famous sword in that room that can compete with shark teeth? Wei Zhuang thought of this and guessed that if there really was a famous sword, it must be the famous remnant rainbow.

He knew very well that the remnant rainbow was no more unknown than the shark tooth in his hand, it was about to be famous all over the world for Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin, blooming with cold light, and then returning to the furnace to be recast, and was given to his senior brother Gai Nie by King Yingzheng of Qin, for Yuanhong.

"Mr. Xu, it seems that there is still a sword here, and the shark tooth is a little unwilling to be lonely." Wei Zhuang thought for a moment, came back to his senses, and asked.

"Not bad! It seems that you have established a connection with the shark tooth, and you can actually feel it from the sword's reaction. The disciples of Guigu are really talented and intelligent, and they are worthy of being from a famous family that is feared by the princes. ”

Mrs. Xu sighed with emotion, and then gently pinched her slender beard and said: "I have cast a total of two swords, in addition to the shark tooth in your hand, there is also a one named Remnant Hong, they are the pinnacle masterpieces of my life, I am proud to cast such a famous sword, although I have no regrets in death." I still remember what a terrible sight it was on the day of the last furnace! When a puff of white gas rose from the sword-forging pool, the ground felt shaken. The white gas turned into a white cloud in the middle of the day, covering the square circle, and gradually showing a crimson color, reflecting everything like peach blossoms. In the pitch-black furnace of the sword-forging pool, two swords were lying red. I slowly dripped it with the green mountain spiritual spring water, and the two swords hissed and roared, slowly turning cyan and red. For seven days and seven nights, the sword was invisible, but when I looked closely, it was still at the bottom of the furnace, one green and one red, transparent, just like two ices. The birth of the sword, the thunder shook the sky, and the torrential rain poured, indicating that the divine soldier was born ......"

Everyone else was intoxicated by Mrs. Xu's wonderful memories, but Wei Zhuang raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and whispered: "Yuanhong, shark tooth; Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, the sword of fate, the swordsman of fate, the duel of fate, has everything been predestined? ”