Yang Su stayed on the mountain for a few days, listening to Shaoyangzi's lectures in the morning and evening, sending love to the mountains and rivers during the day, wandering too empty at night, picking berries when he was hungry, drinking mountain springs when he was thirsty, or riding cranes to play in the clouds, or leaning on the deer to play piccolo, and living freely.

Liu Yun travels with him all day long, and his senior brothers and sisters devote themselves to cultivation every day, except for listening to lectures in the morning and evening classes, they rarely show up at other times.

One evening class, Shaoyangzi finished a volume of "Tao Jing", left Yang Su, and said to him: "I think you have poor roots, it is difficult to become an immortal, and you have lived on the mountain for a long time, but it is a waste of time, so it is better to go down the mountain as soon as possible." ”

Yang Su bowed again, crying and begging: "The disciple was originally a beggar in the mountain city, and by chance, he got to the immortal mountain, and he was willing to live here for the rest of his life and serve the old immortal master." ”

"It's hard to succeed, how can you be strong? Besides, the immortal road is a journey, nine deaths and a lifetime, like a mediocre person like you, but it is in vain to give his life, why bother?"

Yang Su was so resolute when he heard what Shaoyangzi said, he had to give up.

Shaoyangzi took out the wine jug again, returned it to Yang Su's hand, and said: "This wine jug is not an ordinary thing, but a magic weapon, and it is precisely by relying on it that you can pick up a life." ”

Yang Su was taken aback, he didn't expect it to be such a small wine jug that changed his fate?

Shaoyangzi continued: "Although this thing has changed your life for a while, it is not a long-term solution, you have a treasure, and it is inevitable that others will not covet it and plot to harm you." When you come down from the mountain, do not show it to others, or you will bring disaster. ”

"The disciple understood. ”

Early in the morning of the second day, the senior sister led Yang Su down to Tianjian Mountain, and there was a strong city under Tianjian Mountain, called Yunzhong. In the city, there are singing platforms and dancing pavilions, moon halls, and shops are lined up, and the traffic is busy.

Yunzhong City is the fortress of the Central Plains in the north, in addition to the three religions and nine streams in the city, most of them are the children of military families, these military families have multiplied in this city for hundreds of years, and have enjoyed the wealth of the imperial court for generations. Naturally, there are many blacksmith shops in this kind of place, some large and some small, some complex and some simple. The two walked into the most inconspicuous one, and there was only one blacksmith in the shop, who was forging a sword, and his technique was extremely concise, three quenching and two hammers, and a sword was formed.

When Yang Suzheng was amazed, the old master had already thrown the sword back into the furnace, and he endured it and watched in amazement. He thought to himself, no matter how bad that sword is, he can use it if he tempers it a little more, but this strange old man just returned to the furnace, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?

The old blacksmith surnamed Wang, was born in a family of swordsmiths in Beijing, because the ancestral craftsmanship was very exquisite, his name as a swordsmith spread all over Beijing, and powerful nobles lined up to compete for his works. Such an achievement is inevitably hated by people, and someone bought a murderer to slaughter him, if it weren't for the people from Tianjian Mountain who happened to pass by, he wouldn't have been able to escape the disaster.

Blacksmith Wang turned around and saw the people of Tianjian Mountain, hurriedly put down the work in his hand, and greeted him, his expression was very respectful.

"Miss Moon came down the mountain to find me, do you have anything to explain?"

"This young man is helpless, you can take him as an apprentice. ”

"Don't worry, as long as the old man is not starving to death, she will give him a bite to eat. ”

The senior sister didn't say anything more, and walked away, she didn't like to talk much, and she didn't want to be too dirty with this red dust.

Blacksmith Wang looked at him with a smile and asked him what his name was, Yang Su said truthfully, and he wanted to say something else, but was interrupted impatiently.

"It's enough to have a name. The king blacksmith then picked up his sledgehammer, "From now on, you will listen to me." ”

The days of the blacksmith were simple and boring, and every day he was playing the hammer over and over again until he was exhausted, and the king blacksmith allowed him to rest for a while and then continue to work, endlessly.

Day after day, the two gradually got acquainted with each other, and talked more, Wang Blacksmith was very satisfied with this young man, most of the iron swords he forged himself were melted down, but Yang Su's half-baked craftsmanship was put on the shop by him swaggeringly.

Yang Su was very puzzled, so he asked, "Master Wang, is the iron I beat better than the sword you forged?"

Master Wang laughed, his temperament was no longer so stuffy, and he was becoming more and more cheerful.

"My skills can't be compared to you in your life. ”

"Then why?" Yang Su glanced at the iron tools that were all over the floor.

"I divide my work into three categories. The first category is one in ten thousand boutiques, making this kind of thing material requirements are extremely high, but also need luck, such boutiques, naturally not for sale; the second category is the perfect work, this does not require how good the material is, but the requirements for skills are extremely high, to my realm, most of the casting is like this, I will generally return to the furnace, do not let it pass on; the third category is shoddy inferior products, that is, those placed on the pavement, only for the daily use of ordinary people. ”

After Yang Su heard this high statement, he was embarrassed for a while, and he finally knew the reason why this blacksmith shop was so depressed.

Yang Su's poor craftsmanship gradually improved the business of the blacksmith shop, and the friendship between the two gradually deepened. Before I knew it, it was late autumn, and the streets of Cloudsdale were covered with fallen leaves, and children sang nursery rhymes in groups and entered the school.

The old blacksmith stood at the doorway, looking at the happy children, and suddenly turned back and asked, "Have you ever been to school?"

Yang Su shook his head, but the work in his hands did not stop, he was now completely accustomed to the iron hammer, and he couldn't stop picking it up.

"You're not too young, how can you do it if you can't read?" the old blacksmith's tone was a little vicissitudes, "what way out can the blacksmith have? One day, your skills will even surpass mine, and your sword will become a sharp weapon for the people of the world to compete for, and others will calculate you, and you are just a blacksmith, what ability can you have to protect yourself? So, in the end, the best weapons in the world will only bring disaster to you." ”

"Then I'll follow your example and treasure them. ”

"I'm old, I can't do anything else, do you think I'm willing to turn them into my own burial goods? If the magic weapon has a spirit, it must be very uncomfortable to know that you are ending up like this!" The old blacksmith looked at Yang Su thoughtfully, "You can go to school tomorrow, and when you can read and hyphenate, there will be more ways out, and you don't have to waste time in this small blacksmith shop." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you. ”

Early the next morning, the blacksmith sent Yang Su into the school, and the teacher arranged him in the corner, and ignored him, and most of the children did not like him, because he was dark and thin, like a little beggar. Later, the news that he was Wang's blacksmith's apprentice spread, and everyone became even more alienated from him.

The ironware in the Wang's blacksmith shop is the cheapest and the roughest quality, and it has long been the talk of the streets and alleys of Cloudsdale, which is a living sign at the bottom of society.

Yang Su really wanted to tell them the truth and let them know that Master was the best swordsmith, but he couldn't bear to say it, he understood Blacksmith Wang's painstaking efforts and didn't want to cause trouble for him.

The other students laughed at him, teased him, and bullied him, but Yang Su ignored him. He devoted himself to literacy, and after a few months, he became the best student in the school, and his husband began to favor him very much, saying that he might be admitted to the famous examination in the future.

In a blink of an eye, it came to the end of the year, and the school was also on holiday, Yang Su helped in the blacksmith shop all day long, during this time, there were a lot of people who bought ironware, although the quality of their ironware was not so good, but it was not bad to use, and the price was fair, so the business was passable.

On this day, there was a very special guest in the shop, a young man who looked down, he wanted to buy a sword, Yang Su had never seen him before, but Master Wang seemed to be very familiar with him.

The young man's name is Li Wuyi, a descendant of the Yunzhong military family, when he was very young, his father died at the hands of a foreigner in a duty, he joined the army at a very young age, practicing martial arts. It's just that the mother and son only rely on that little money, and they live a very difficult life. In order to save money, teenagers often go to the cheapest shop to buy training equipment.

Yang Su and Li Wuyi are of the same age, but their temperaments are completely different, their eyes are very tough, just a tough like a weed, and a tough like fine iron.

"This year's iron sword, let my apprentice do it. ”

"I-" Yang Su wanted to retort, in the past few months, he had only built some simple farm tools and spear heads, and had never made an iron sword.

"Good. Li Wuyi's face was expressionless, he didn't seem to care about the good of the iron sword, as long as it was a sword, who would really care about how good things were when they came to this shop? They just couldn't afford to buy better.

After Li Wuyi finished speaking, he left, the weather was cold, the street was very deserted, Yang Su looked at this lonely figure, and inexplicably felt a kind of sympathy for the same disease.