The Condor River branched off into a tributary to the north, crossed a bow-shaped arc, and then merged into the Condor River again.

The top of the bow is exactly the Yi Mountain, so this tributary is called Yi Shui.

The south of the mountain and the north of the water, the land of the river bow, is a large area of paddy fields.

The paddy fields transformed from tidal flats are square and horizontal, and villagers wearing hats are walking in the paddy fields, sowing rice seeds in the fields.

Compared with the method of transplanting and cultivating in the Sanchuan Plain, this method of hydroponic is more primitive, and even if Ye Changsheng does not understand the matter of crops, he can see the difference.

Above the paddy fields, there is an ancient village, with hundreds of thatched huts, which stretch up the inky hillside in layers, like a primitive scroll, slowly unfolding upward.

Ye Changsheng walked all the way from the dock, admiring this ancient scroll, and the sound of buffalo mooing in his ears was heard, and he was immersed in the simple and fresh atmosphere for a while, and his heart was relaxed.

This must be where Yishui Hall is located, but as for the hall, it seems that there is no other building that can be called a "hall" except for the ancestral hall in the center of the village.

When he was walking through the farmland, Ye Changsheng suddenly saw two figures, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but stop.

Two middle-aged men, wearing hats and brown shorts, are holding two small shovels with wooden handles to clear the weeds in the paddy fields.

If Ye Changsheng is not mistaken, these two middle-aged farmers seem to be ...... The two elders of Yi Shui Tang?

That's right, the elder with the scar on his face questioned his sword-forging skills when he asked the Sword Hall at the beginning, and later watched him repair the long sword many times.

The two worshippers who followed behind Changsheng were also surprised, they had already known that Yi Shuitang followed the legacy of the Mo family, self-reliance, and farming for a living, they thought it was just symbolic, but they didn't expect that even the two elders would have to do farm work.

You must know that these two elders are true sword cultivators, and their strength is no less than that of innate powerhouses!

The two elders had already noticed Ye Changsheng and his party, and the man with the scar on his face straightened up, waved his hand at Ye Changsheng with a smile, and then pointed in the direction of the village.

Ye Changsheng bowed slightly, walked along the field path, and continued to move forward leisurely.

Along the way, the farmer carrying the hoe, the woman carrying the basket of wild vegetables, and the child carrying the pigweed frame looked at Ye Changsheng and the others curiously, smiling politely from time to time.

Walking into the mountain village, Ye Changsheng heard the sound of clanging thrashing, and suddenly changed his direction and walked in the direction where the sound came from.

To the west of the village, in front of a large pond, sits a simple blacksmith shop, which seems to be the only civil engineering building in the village.

In the cramped shop, an earthen stove was blazing, and two sturdy men, shirtless, wielded hammers and pounded a red-hot sickle on the chopping board.

The heat wave was rolling, the mist was steaming, the sparks were splashing everywhere, and a smell of charcoal fire mixed with grease and smell permeated, but it made Ye Changsheng feel inexplicably kind.

In the blink of an eye, the sickle was beaten, and the two big men put down the hammer and bowed their heads with a smile towards Ye Changsheng outside the door.

Ye Changsheng vaguely recognized that when Yi Shui Tang repaired the long sword, among the first batch of elite disciples sent to the Sword Hall, there were these two blacksmiths in front of him, who seemed to be the senior brother of the sword Qin Feng.

Ye Changsheng smiled in return, and turned his gaze to an old man who was holding tongs in front of the furnace.

The old man is none other than the great swordsman who caused the forty-seven killers of the Iron Sword Gate to commit suicide with the power of a sword last night!

At this moment, he is still dressed as an old peasant, and his vicissitudes of life are a little black and shiny from the smoke and fire, and the ravines are more and more deep.

"I'm old, I almost destroyed this weapon just by shooting once. The old man sighed, took the tongs out of the stove, and carefully placed the red-hot pieces of iron on the cutting board.

The two major offerings of the Ye family couldn't help but be moved, isn't this piece of iron the old man's sword!

They witnessed the old man's incredible sword, and always thought that the long sword that seemed to be a broken piece of iron might also be a divine weapon, but they never expected that the broken piece of iron was really a piece of broken iron.

It lay slightly bent on the cutting board, the rough pig iron was covered with visible pores, and the red-hot sword body could be seen with black impurities and obvious cracks.

There was a strong urge to complain in the hearts of the two worshippers, such a sword, even if it was thrown on the streets of Sanshui Town, no one would look at it, and the firewood knife in the hands of the poorest woodcutter was more like a weapon than this sword.

The task of breaking the iron piece was naturally handed over to the two blacksmiths, and the old man watched for a moment, then walked to the door of the blacksmith shop, and looked at Ye Changsheng with a clear gaze.

Ye Changsheng saluted respectfully: "Junior Ye Changsheng, I have seen my seniors!"

The two major worshippers also hurriedly bowed and saluted, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Not to mention that the old man helped them destroy the killer of the Iron Sword Gate last night, but the old man's unfathomable swordsmanship is worthy of being called a senior.

The old man smiled faintly and saluted back: "Old man Yishui Hall Reservoir Master, Jing Muzi." ”

Repository owner?

Jing Muzi saw the confusion in Ye Changsheng's eyes and explained: "The owner of the warehouse, as the name suggests, is to manage and maintain the agricultural tools in the warehouse, including weapons. ”

Ye Changsheng nodded suddenly, unfathomable.

He didn't know what level of position the treasury master was, but since the old man's surname was Jing, his status would definitely not be low.

Ye Changsheng saluted again: "Thank you Senior Jing for your help last night!"

Jing Muzi smiled: "No, but the old man was abrupt, and when he arrived, he found that Ye Gongzi had already arranged it, I am afraid that those senior monks of the Fayan Sect have a lot of complaints about the old man." ”

Ye Changsheng smiled awkwardly, but he didn't deny it.

He hadn't seen the senior monks of the Fayan Sect yet, but the information revealed from Wuzhen seemed to be indeed dissatisfied with Jing Muzi.

Originally, the senior monks of the Fayan Sect wanted to wipe out the masters of the Demon Gate, but who knew that because Jing Muzi unexpectedly appeared, the unpredictable sword immediately scared off the lurking masters of the Demon Gate.

Although the monks chased and killed all the way, the demon gate still ran away from many people, and all of them ran away.

Changsheng was actually quite satisfied with this result, if he really followed the script designed by the Fayan Sect, I am afraid that once the master of the Demon Sect is dispatched, the casualties of the Ye family's warriors will be even greater.

Exchanging the life of the Ye family warrior for the life of the Demon Gate killer is not worth it, it is not worth it.

Jing Muzi smiled slightly, stopped talking, and turned to look at the iron sword on the cutting board.

Several people were patient, watching the broken piece of iron being beaten for a moment, tempered and quenched, and the cracks on the sword disappeared one by one.

After the iron sword was repaired, Jing Muzi took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and that seriousness was even better than the seriousness of Elder Lu of the Sword Hall who checked the legendary-level long sword.

After checking it, Jing Muzi nodded with satisfaction, wrapped the two pieces of wood around the hilt of the sword with hemp rope, and then stuck the sword diagonally at his waist, leading Ye Changsheng and a few people towards the village.