Early January.

Light rain in early spring.

The spring is cold.

In Gusu City, there was a lot of cold rain, but it was said that outside a blacksmith shop with a red stove, I suddenly heard a horse neighing, but I saw a jujube red pony, with his head up, looking left and right, half of his body was under the umbrella, and half of his body was exposed outside the umbrella, and it was full of raindrops.

The umbrella is a green umbrella, just like the dress of the person holding the umbrella, under the rain, like a touch of emerald clouds, adding a bit of color to this bleak rain curtain.

The person holding the umbrella is on the right, and on the left side of him, there is another person, with long hair in a green robe, hair tied behind his back, and two locks of white hair hanging down in front of his forehead swaying lightly in the wind, but he looks young, with beautiful eyebrows and phoenix eyes, like distant mountains and autumn waters, but he sees that there is a tear mole as red as blood falling under the corner of the left eye, which is embellished on the cold and clear face.

There was still a hot and red fire burning in the blacksmith shop, and several burly and sturdy men were bare-chested, covered in hot sweat and backs, and were swinging the hammer over and over again, but it was cold, and several people would feel an inexplicable chill outside the door, and they shivered unexpectedly.

Turning his head to look, he saw outsiders outside the door, and couldn't help but be stunned, whether it was a girl from a big family in this city, or a gorgeous Oiran, or a beautiful girl from a good family, these people were more or less, and they could be regarded as having seen a few glances and seen some, but they had never seen such an extraordinary and ordinary person outside the door.

For a while, I was stupid.

"Don't you do business?"

The man's thin lips opened, and his soft voice rolled down like a jewel, as if it had fallen to the ground, crisp and loud, and it was actually a male voice.

Several people's faces turned red, as if they woke up from a dream, and the oldest master smiled a little embarrassedly: "I don't know what the guests want to buy?" ”

"Hit me a sword, just use this iron!"

Su Qing stepped out of the green umbrella and entered the blacksmith shop, put a burden in his hand, and spread it out, but saw that it was a piece of dismantled iron, and there seemed to be no number of traces on it, as well as "Zifu Yuanzong".

The old master took the pieces of iron, and only struck them a few times, and his eyes lit up. "Guest, you iron is extraordinary!"

As soon as the hammer fell, the sparks splashed everywhere, and the hammer knocked out a small hole, but the iron did not lose the slightest.

"How long does it take to cast?"

Su Qing asked.

The old master looked eagerly at a pile of strange iron and thought about it. "I'm not sure about this, this iron is supernatural, I'm afraid it's not easy to melt, and I need to give it a try!"

Su Qing groaned for a while, but he reached out to a piece of iron, which was already in his hand.

He asked casually, "If it melts quickly, how long will it take to be cast?" ”

But when he saw that he was speaking, the iron on that side turned red quickly in his hand, and only a few blacksmiths in the shop were stunned, their hands and feet were cold, and their faces were white.

The old master fell to the ground and was still well-informed, so he was shocked by the pressure, wiped the cold sweat, and hurriedly responded: "If this can be the case, half a day, half a day is enough!" ”

Su Qing nodded and said softly: "Okay, then I'll wait for you for a long time!" ”

Drizzle misty.

Ah Xue stood under the eaves, holding the reins, teasing the foal, in the shop, but saw that Su Qing was already smelting the iron left by the pure yang iron box with a pair of fleshy palms, and even more with internal strength, the original hard strange iron, slowly changed, Xu felt that this method was too slow, and the strength in his hand suddenly turned sharply and became cold to the bone, and the wind and rain struck, pouring on him, it was actually condensed into a grain of ice slag.

A layer of frost formed on his hand, covering the iron block, and with another force of his five fingers, the iron piece clicked, and it shattered into slag and cracked.

Only under the trembling gaze of a few people in the shop, Su Qing repeated his old tricks, and was stunned to crush all the twenty-six pieces of iron, so that this strange iron had melted extremely quickly, greatly reducing the time.

It's just that the iron is still a lot slower than usual, and Su Qing doesn't talk nonsense, he simply uses his own skills to agitate the fire, and his palms are far away from the flames to strengthen the fire.

For a while, the red flames were raging, and the heat wave hit, only the people's mouths were dry, and the old master led a few apprentices to cry bitterly in their hearts, just waiting to see a gold ingot thrown by Su Qing, one by one.

"I wonder if the guests have prepared the drawings of the forged swords in advance?"

After working for most of the day, several blacksmiths didn't know how many catties of water they had drunk, and when they saw that all the iron pieces were melted into molten iron, the old master spoke again.

"Yes!"

Su Qing took out a drawing from his arms, the sword shape on it was about four feet long, as thin as two fingers, the sword body was connected to the hilt, there was no sword grid, and the hilt was full of textures.

"Hey, dare to ask the guest, what is embedded in the junction between the hilt and the body of the sword?" The old master glanced at it, and suddenly saw the thing drawn on the paper, and couldn't help but be amazed.

Su Qing stretched out his hand to take out an object from his arms, but saw that it was a round ball, clear and crystalline, and there seemed to be a surging wind and cloud inside, divided into two colors, black and white, it was the yin and yang ball.

This thing has the wonderful use of grafting and transferring, but Su Qing intends to embed it on the sword body, as for the mystery, it will be known after the sword is completed.

The apprentice on the side had already taken the drawings and modeled the sword according to the shape of the sword on it.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye a day had passed, and they walked into the city early in the morning, and it was late at night, and the rain had not stopped, and the pedestrians on the streets were hurrying to and fro, and as the night deepened, there was no one.

Under the eaves, Ah Xue held a roast chicken, eating a mouth full of oil, and glanced at the shop from time to time, but saw that the master and apprentice in the blacksmith shop were taking turns to beat a pitch-black sword embryo, this sword system is strange, and the connection of the sword handle and the sword body is embedded with the yin and yang ball, like a phoenix eye, faint and bright, so not strange.

Looking at the palms of the master and apprentice, there were blood blisters grinding out, full of large and small bloody mouths, which made people feel terrified.

"Reach out!"

Su Qing looked at the pale faces of several people and said.

The master and apprentice were still surprised, but they still subconsciously stretched out their hands and saw a pair of Su Qing's palms far away, only to stroke the palms of a few people, and the blood on it was actually a bloody scab visible to the naked eye, and then quickly fell off, but with a few breaths, it had already healed.

Several people were stunned, as if they were in a dream.

But he heard another word in his ear.

"Forge a sword!"

Only then did they come back to their senses, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly shook the hammer and struck again.

Until the third watch.

Only then did I see the long sword take shape.

Several people took turns to sharpen the blade, polishing, this sword immediately revealed its true color, its color is inky green, the sword body is long and narrow, and the blue light is clear, like a flood of autumn water, chilling people's hearts.

"Guest, the sword has been forged!"

The master, who is over half a hundred years old, holds the sword in the sheath, and his expression is sluggish at this time, and he is afraid that it has taken a lot of effort.

"Thank you!"

Su Qing nodded.

"It's a lot of work, so I'll retire!"

The master waved his hand busily.

"The child's temperament is extremely vulgar, not an ordinary person, the little old man is also fortunate to have three lives, he has to cast this sword, and please inform the guest, what is the name of this sword?"

Su Qing took the sword, which was surprisingly heavy.

He looked at it, his eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Nameless, farewell!" ”

After that, he turned around and raised his sword, took Ah Xue, led the foal, and disappeared into the deep rainy night.

……

In the middle of the month,

Fancheng was defeated, the guard general Niu Fu and the partial general Wang Fu all burned to death, since then the city fell into ruin, the city was full of mourning, and was trampled by the iron hooves of the Yuan army.

Xiangyang was so isolated and helpless.

Also in this month.

Outside Xiangyang City, a person came east with a sword, walking barefoot in the sun, murderous and ......

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