After breakfast, Xiao Yu was about to walk towards Jianchi, but Wu Fanghou grabbed him and said:

"Brother, don't worry, I have a plan, and listen to the younger brother slowly......"

Xiao Yu opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and spit out three words. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Speak human words!"

"Ahem, that's the case," Wu Xu smiled, his face was also very thick, and he said unappreciatively, "Three days ago, Sword Greed and the rest of the people in the rivers and lakes broke into the sword pool, wanting to seize the peerless sword in one fell swoop, who knew that there were thousands of swords in the sword pool, it was simply a huge sword mountain, and it was easy to dazzle people's eyes, helpless, Sword Greed Those people could only roll away, and this matter became a laughing stock for a while." ”

"Little brother, although it is difficult for us to tell which one is the real peerless sword, the previous swordsmith may be able to provide some information and take precautions, maybe it will come in handy?"

Xiao Yu nodded slightly.

In the original play, a peerless good sword needs the blood of the three "greedy and hateful" to be cast, but now the broken waves are full of spirit and are actively controlling the world meeting, and there is no time to come, is it possible that a peerless good sword cannot be born?

Of course not.

There is a great power called "Destiny" in the underworld, which will make this sword well.

As for the sword greed, but he is the junior brother of the sword demon, and his cultivation is the flying sword sword intent, this person is obviously a collector, as long as it is a famous swordsmanship and a famous divine soldier on the rivers and lakes, he does not want to miss it, and his strength is quite good.

As soon as they said go, the two of them took the guards and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

After walking for a while, you can see in the distance, on the sunny slope of the valley, a large complex of buildings is paved in a patchwork manner, with a strong classical meaning, the houses are usually square, the eaves corridor on both sides, and many houses are still hanging in front of the door of yellow, orange, orange corn, fiery red peppers, and pickled salted fish and bacon.

If you get closer, you can find that some of the residential buildings near the foot of the mountain are still quite rudimentary, once there is a crack somewhere, the surface is pasted with banana leaves and loess, and the loess is separated from the supporting sticks inside, which looks like ribs about to decay, setting off a primitive and mysterious atmosphere.

Obviously, the gap between the rich and the poor and the class problem exist everywhere.

It was breakfast time, and smoke was rising from many of the farmers' homes.

In the distance, you can still see some strong villagers with beards sitting at the door, holding inferior sake lees in their hands, and their faces are slightly drunk. With the five short figures, and then the brain makes up for the shoulder to carry a pair of merchants, it is a living Wu Dalang who sells cooking cakes, which does not look very majestic, but makes people feel funny and interesting.

Strictly speaking, these people at the foot of Baijian Villa have already made five suits with the owner of the village, and what they have built is not weapons, but mostly farm tools, but they live here and have the protection of Baijian Villa, which can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"It's just ahead."

Wu Xu led Xiao Yu through the village and came to a remote dilapidated house in the corner.

Under a large willow tree at the door, sat a one-armed old man, with gray hair, whose clothes seemed to have not been washed for many days, with oil stains, looking at the sky outside in a daze.

"This person used to be a well-known swordsmith in the Sword Worship Villa, but then he had an accident and lost his right arm, so he could no longer forge a sword, so he was driven out of the villa."

Wu Fanghou explained in a low voice, "But he has participated in the casting of peerless swords, maybe he can ask something useful, and maybe he even knows the core secret...... Be prepared. ”

When everyone came to the front, the bad old man was looking at the sky in a daze, his two gray eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the yellowed wine ran down his beard, drenching his chest a lot.

There was a very visible scar on his forehead, a dark red scar that snaked like a centipede across his forehead, then spread over his eyes until it finally disappeared near his chin. Probably because of the destruction of the bone density, the skin that has regrown at the scar has a strange depression. It looks like the face is sunken, giving people a creepy feeling.

Seeing Xiao Yu and Wu Fanghou in brocade robes coming over, the old blacksmith's eyes rolled slightly in his sockets, and then he was silent like an old man who was about to rot wood.

"It's up to you." Xiao Yu stood next to him, silently being a melon-eating crowd.

"Brother, rest assured, the younger brother will not live up to his brother's high expectations." Wu Fanghou smiled, waved the folding fan in his hand, and someone naturally stepped forward behind him.

I heard the sound of "bang", which was the sound of the waxing plug of the high-grade daughter red being squeezed out hard, and then the mellow fragrance of the daughter red naturally drifted into the old blacksmith's nostrils through the medium of air.

Under the temptation of the mellow aroma of fine wine and barbecued meat, the old blacksmith's red nose couldn't help but stir a little, and even the Adam's apple instinctively moved up and down, and the eyes of the withered gray haze also floated with a hint of longing...... There is no doubt that this guy is a veteran drunkard.

In fact, forging a sword in iron is a hard work, forging weapons in a scorching environment for a long time, the loss of water in the body is drastic, and it is also a great test of one's will, so it is not unreasonable to like to drink.

"Wine for heroes, please."

The old blacksmith was obviously a fellow who didn't know what modesty was, and he only felt that the worm in his stomach was screaming, and without hesitation, he reached out to catch the bottle that was thrown over, and poured it with his head up.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" The old blacksmith drank heavily and asked questions in vague language, apparently like a mirror in his heart.

Wu Fanghou waited patiently for him to finish eating, the amount of wine and meat had been calculated and weighed by him, which could paralyze the old blacksmith's nerves without getting drunk.

"Actually, it's nothing, I just want to ask you about the whereabouts of the peerless sword."

The old blacksmith was already drunk and dizzy, his eyes were hazy, as if he couldn't even stand on his feet, but after hearing Wu Fanghou's request at this moment, he suddenly shook his head violently and said:

“…… No way! ”

"I'm just a disabled swordsmith, how can I know such a secret?"

"A few people have found the wrong person, please go back."

"It's not up to you." Wu Fanghou smiled gently, but his eyes were as sharp as knives, and his tone was firm and could not be refused.

The old blacksmith, who had already begun to raise his head greedily and put his mouth on the dried bottle, turned his head to look at the crowd in bewilderment.

Just listened to Wu Fanghou and said lightly:

"The bottle of daughter red in your hand was transported overnight by fast boat from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it is the most authentic, but it is fifty years old, and it is worth at least one hundred taels of silver...... If you don't go, bring the money!" ”

“……”

The old blacksmith's large yellowish beard began to tremble incessantly, and he roared in disbelief: "Impossible, how can a bottle of wine be so expensive!" ”

"I'm sorry, that's the case." The smile on Wu Fanghou's face was extremely dark, "I am the city lord of Qinglong City, how can I drink inferior people's wine?" If you don't believe it, you can ask the young owner Aotian. ”

"Bastard! You're cheating me! ”

At this time, the old blacksmith finally came to his senses, and his body trembled slightly with anger. In particular, the very obvious scar on his forehead had turned bright red from anger and congestion, and it snaked like a centipede on his forehead, and then spread over his eyes, as if it could drip blood.

This guy was obviously not a good-natured master, and in a fit of rage, he directly picked up the thick and stupid axe leaning against the stump, and approached it with a fierce momentum like the Axe Gang.

"Look for death!"

"Dare to make a move on Master Hou."

"I don't think you want to live anymore!"

The three attendant guards flashed out and shouted angrily.

Soon, a few punching bag-sized fists made him sober from his drunken state and recognize this cold reality.

It didn't take much effort to put this guy down, his face hot from alcohol pressed against the cold, damp ground, the pain in his abdomen made him cramp slightly, and he didn't care about the mud and dirt of the ground, and just lay on the ground gasping for air.

Wu Fanghou dusted his chin and said with a smile:

"Either take the money, or come with us and point out the peerless sword, otherwise, ......"

The old blacksmith hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"I did participate in sword forging back then...... It's just that the peerless sword is born with a spirit, and I can't recognize it at all. ”

The tone is obviously soft, like his status as a drunkard, it is already very good to be able to mix a bite of food, and he wants to pay a hundred taels of silver for wine? Live in a dream!

The way of resorting to force obviously does not work, he is a one-armed old man, he has long lost his courage and bravery, and if he really wants to do it, he doesn't know how to die.

So, the old blacksmith quickly recognized the reality and made the right choice.

Wu Fanghou said calmly:

"Ben Hou didn't expect you to find a peerless good sword, he just wanted to understand the screening method of a peerless good sword, you don't have to worry. Even if Ben Hou fails to get this sword in the end, he will not blame you, but will give you a hundred taels of gold as a reward. ”

Under the double pressure of temptation, coercion, and coercion, is there any reason not to obey?

The old blacksmith finally nodded.

"The sword festival is about to start, let's go now, don't delay time."

The old blacksmith sighed, woke up drunk, and led everyone to turn around and walk towards the sword pool.

After a while, you will enter a cliff valley, where there are cliffs on three sides, and the water flows through the middle, and the terrain is very high, and on the surrounding cliffs, there are arm-thick arrowroot plants, hanging on the cliffs. I don't know what kind of vine it is, and there are some small flowers blooming on it, with different colors, it looks like a fairyland on earth.

There are large and small caves on the cliffs, some of which exist alone, while others stretch out into one face, and you can vaguely feel the heat rushing in.

The group walked down the stone steps into a cave, the cave was facing down, and torches were planted in the walls every few feet, and there were even more heart-stopping red flashes in the depths.

"Ahead is the sword pool!" After walking the tea kung fu, the old blacksmith was in good spirits, and his face showed a look of remembrance.

Xiao Yu looked up, only to see a heavy black gate open in front of him, the space inside it was vast, the sky was high, and in the center was a magma pool, from time to time there were gurgling magma bubbles gushing out, bursting out of the heat accumulated in the ground for thousands of years.

On the ground and on the walls, there are countless sharp swords, some large and some small, with different shapes and postures, almost forming a rolling mountain!

Mountains of Swords!

A rough count, I'm afraid that there are not thousands of them, but a veritable sword mound! (To be continued.) )