The decoration of the secret room is very simple, with a spiritual table, a square table and two stools. On the altar was a crimson brocade satin.

On the wall hung sparsely two hammers, a pair of long swords, a knife and a shield.

On the wall south of the secret room, there are two spiritual tablets, the upper and lower tablets, which are spread on the tabletop and cover the corners of the table.

Master respects the spiritual position of Nanchen Daozi.

The spirit seat of the little sister Zhu'er.

The handwriting is clearly visible.

There is an incense altar in front of the spirit tablet, three plates and a jar of wine. The plate on the left holds fruit and the middle plate holds some sweets and pastries, and the plate on the right holds a roast chicken.

The edge of the altar is clean and unstained with incense ash, and the cloth on the table is also unusually clean.

Every other day he would change the tributes on the table, and every day he would come down here to clean the tokens and the table of offerings.

The blacksmith walked to the spiritual position and quietly looked at the spirit card for a while. After silently lifting the table, when he lifted the curtain, his movements paused, sighed for a long time, and slowly took out a spiritual tablet from under the table, which was impressively engraved:

The spiritual position of great greatness.

Call him by his first name, without honorific titles.

He wiped the tablet with a tablecloth and placed it in the corner.

The blacksmith picked up the incense next to the spirit table, lit it gently, and inserted it on the incense altar with a sad expression, and his tiger eyes were full of sadness and confusion.

The blacksmith was only fifty-three, and he was not very old in the cultivation world, but in just an instant, his tall body became rickety, and even the wrinkles on his face seemed to be much more.

The blacksmith took the sacrificial jar, opened the seal, and poured a few sips into his mouth with both hands.

The wine entered through his mouth and flowed through his throat, making a "gurgling" sound, and he did not stop until half of the jar was finished.

I don't know if it's because the wine is too strong, or if the mood is too sad. The blacksmith's eyes were red and crystal as if tears were flashing in the eyes of the blacksmith who had put down the wine jar.

"Zhu'er, there are only two of the original four people left. We've gone from being teenagers to being bad old men. ”

"Now that Senior Brother Mo is also dead, I hate him, but I can't hate him. ”

There was more confusion in the bull blacksmith's eyes than sadness.

The remaining half jar of wine was drunk slowly, until his eyelids drooped heavily.

The blacksmith of the cow was called Tie Niu, and he was called by this name for as long as he could remember, until an old Taoist priest found him and accepted him as a disciple. After becoming Nanchen Daozi's apprentice, he especially likes to build weapons. In fact, he didn't like to build weapons at first, he didn't know what he liked, he only knew that his master took him in and raised him, so he listened to his master's words and cultivated silently.

Cultivation is a very boring thing, day after day moves, meditating, and spending more than ten years in a small space like a year. When he started, there was a senior brother, and that senior brother was Mo Dawei.

Mo Dawei started earlier than Niu Blacksmith, and his talent was much higher than him. It's just that Mo Dawei has a stubborn temperament when he is young, and after he gets started, he has an extra playmate, and the reason why a playmate is called a playmate is, of course, to be toyed with. Tie Niu has an honest and honest temperament, and has been teased by Mo Dawei many times and has never complained to Nan Chenzi. After a long time, Mo Dawei lost his interest in teasing this stuffy junior brother. It was just a trick, once the Nanchen Dao people went out, Tie Niu went crazy in a cultivation, it was Mo Dawei who took care of him by his side, and the anxiety on Mo Dawei's face, he could feel it was real.

Their boring life ended when Nan Chenzi came back from outside and brought back a woman, who was their little sister.

The little junior sister Zhu'er, wearing a goose yellow dress, her eyebrows are like the moon, her eyes are like stars, and when she smiles on her pink cheeks, she reveals two small dimples, as if even the two little tiger teeth have become cute under her smile.

At that time, she was thirteen years old, he was fifteen, and Mo Dawei was twenty-one.

The arrival of Zhu'er made the boring days of cultivation exciting and interesting. When Zhu'er complained about not having a good sword, his life suddenly brightened. From then on, he became obsessed with smelting. The first few years were the happiest and happiest years for them. These beautiful youths changed completely when he was twenty-three years old, after a handsome young man went up the mountain.

The biggest change is their little sister.

He didn't hate that person for taking away his little junior sister, he felt that as long as it was a man that his little junior sister liked, he would bless her.

But. That person took away the little junior sister and killed her, and the master died at his hands, and Mo Dawei's eyes were also blinded by him.

The ox blacksmith sat slumped in front of the spiritual table, sometimes with a happy smile on his face, sometimes with gritted teeth, sometimes with hatred, sometimes confused, sometimes resolute, but the most was - sadness!

By the time the last drop of wine in the jar was drunk, it was already completely dark.

The blacksmith stood up, looked at the incense altar and burned out the incense, and lit three more sticks. He bowed respectfully three times and plugged in the incense.

"Master, little junior sister...... Senior Brother Mo...... I knew I wouldn't be his match, but I didn't want to live like this anymore. Senior Brother Mo, I have always kept your gambling contract and have never crossed it. Now, you can't control me anymore. You have accepted a good disciple, witty, cunning, a little insidious, intelligent, and even knows how to hide and know current affairs. I have also tested his cultivation, and he has already arrived at Youquan, and there is a very strong and mysterious power in his body, which should be this power that shackles his cultivation and makes him pale. Although he is not a genius at this age, he is already very good......! Senior brother, you are also fortunate to have such an apprentice. ”

The bull blacksmith took a few steps back, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Master, the disciple is not filial, and he has not been able to listen to your words and cultivate well, he will only fiddle with some useless rotten iron, and he will not be able to protect you and the little junior sister." Disciple is ashamed of you!"

The blacksmith burst into tears and kowtowed a few more times. Then he got up firmly, walked under the wall where the two hammers were hung, and stretched out his two large hands to grasp the handle of the hammer.

"Buzz...... The two sounds of "buzzing ......", as if both hammers have spirituality, resonate with the pathos and grandeur of the master.

The ox blacksmith turned the hammer hard, and the gray color on the surface of the hammer cracked under the infusion of his spiritual power, revealing a smooth silver surface.

The hum of the hammer became even deeper after the gray cracked, and the silver halo enveloped the hammer, and the runes on the surface of the hammer shone with an even more dazzling light, instantly illuminating the entire secret room.

These two hammers were made by him with all his life's painstaking efforts, and the runes there were also exchanged by him for the Great Rune Master at a high price.

Seven years ago, when he built these two hammers, he knew that he had entered the realm of a great master in smelting.

Gu Carving, where there are abundant metal minerals and jade, feeds on mineral jade all year round, and is the best choice for creating artifacts! After injecting the three-point remnant knowledge of the three-point alien beast Gu Carving, let it be a few points higher in spirituality and hardness, and with the runes of the great grandmaster, the attack power has increased by several grades! It can be proudly said that his axe can at least rank in the top thirty of the world's weapons spectrum.

The ox blacksmith was in tears, and he had fed the two hammers with the blood of his heart, so that they could have a spirit with their masters, and cooperate more tacitly in battle. This is the only partner he can trust on the battlefield! Now, he wants to use these two hammers to go to the road of revenge, so that they will appear in front of the world, how can he not be excited, how can he not be bloody!

The blacksmith walked out of the chamber and gently pulled the cabinet shut.

He didn't know if he would be able to come back after tonight, and he didn't know if he would still be able to put their favorite food and wine in front of the spirits of his master and sister tomorrow.

When this cabinet is closed, it's another world.

The blacksmith gently set aside the two hammers, lifted the bedding, opened a chest under the bed, and with a slight twist, the lock snapped. Open the wooden box, revealing a pair of black soft armor and a pair of sleeveless soft armor. Its blackness is even darker in the absence of light, and even if there is light hitting the soft armor, there is not a trace of reflection in sight.

The supremacy of soft armor still has a talisman seal, and there are not many textures, just enough to protect the heart. He put on soft armor and changed into a pair of tight-fitting night pants, with a white belt on either side of the pants. He put two hammers into a burden, he threw the burden on his back, and then fastened the two ribbons fiercely and hung the burden over his shoulders.

When the blacksmith went out, the moonlight hung in the air, and the silver light sprinkled on his body, with a holy light.

The blacksmith closed the door and never looked back.

"Step on ...... Trample...... The footsteps of "stepping on the ......" suddenly became abrupt in this narrow alley. When he was about to walk out of the alley, he suddenly stopped, and a black shadow leaned against the wall in front of him.

The shadow was strong, as if it was waiting for him.

"The master said that you can't step out of this alley. The shadow was still leaning lazily against the wall, its voice flat.

The blacksmith was silent for a moment, then continued to take a step, and when he was only twenty paces away from the shadow, he stopped again. On the bluestone floor of the alley, two rows of shadows are reflected. The blacksmith looked up and looked at it, and said in his heart: two...... Six...... Eight.

The black shadow stretched his waist, stood in the middle of the alley, and still said lightly: "A person who went out of your shop today, it was a scholar, and the scholar took a knife from you." The knife does not belong to him. ”

The blacksmith sneered, "Then do you think that the people you sent will be able to snatch the knife back from him?"

"Hmm, a sick and down-and-out scholar with no aura on his body, even if he has that knife in his hand, he still can't protect it. Since you belong to the same family as my master, why do you want to give good things to outsiders?" said the dark shadow with a little confusion, and then said lightly.