On August 29, 117 years of the Nas era, the snow fell in the thirty-fifth village of the city

"Our Nas continent is originally a beautiful scenery, quiet and peaceful continent, and the people of the mainland are intoxicated by the richness and tranquility of nature, and have always lived a comfortable, harmonious and healthy life. There is a description in "The Epic of Nas—The Eve"...... "An old man in good spirits, dressed in a gray cloth robe, holding a book in both hands and carrying it behind his back, was standing in the middle of the lecture hall and explaining with interest, the old man turned around and pointed to the big swarthy man in the corner, "Harold, you can describe this passage to everyone." ”

"Yes!" said Harold, holding up the book and reading aloud, "There is a description in the Epic of Nas: The Night Eve describes the vast garden of the Creation Spirit, in which strange and exotic beasts roam. One day, the Creation Spirit found that his praise and prayer were getting weaker, and the curses and resentments that had been almost unheard were getting louder and louder. When the Creation Spirit descended, he found that the people on the mortal continent were no longer what they had originally created, and many people's bodies had been twisted and expanded, becoming cruel and violent, murderous and bloodthirsty. The Creation Holy Spirit was furious, and revealed his true body and directly waved his hand to cover the entire sky of the mortal continent, causing the rivers to flow backwards, and the earth to crack and collapse, in order to punish mortals who had lost their hearts. However, the Creation Spirit never believed that this was the result of the development of mortals themselves, so he lowered his back garden from the Holy Spirit Realm to the mortal world, named it the Nas Continent, and recreated a new human race and a new world order. Since then, the voice of praise in the mind of the Creation Spirit has once again been clear and sincere, and has never weakened again. ”

"It's very good, it's really rare that you didn't make a mistake in pronouncing a word, I hope you keep it up. Sit down, Harold. The old man motioned to Harold to stop, "Although this is just a legend, there is no word of praise during the period, but it invisibly expresses the beauty of the Nas continent vividly, as the back garden of the creation of the Holy Spirit, our Nas continent is by no means in name only." In addition, this teleportation also exposes the evil of the Dark Continent, they are bloodthirsty and murderous, and their appearance is a nightmare, and this nightmare came to our Nas Continent a hundred years ago! It really has to be emotional, but all good things will always be remembered and persecuted by thieves! The continent that was punished and blamed by the Holy Spirit of Creation, the Dark Continent, is such a group of ......."

"A bunch of brutes!" Harold interrupted with a grin in the corner.

"Although the words are indecent, they really tell them for what they are!But despite this, Harold, you have to get out of here!" the old man waved the book in his hand a few times and pointed to the door of the lecture hall.

Harold stuck out his tongue, forced a laugh and walked out of the lecture hall quickly, out of the lecture hall Harold trotted all the way, directly over the wall and out of the school, leaving a series of smug laughter and walked away.

Harold rounded a few streets, crossed a dry stream, and trotted all the way to the door of a quaint wooden house.

The wooden house is very quaint, with furrows on the door panels, like a crumpled and unfolded piece of paper, hanging in tatters on the door frame.

Harold leaned on the door and listened to the movement in the house for a while, then pushed open the door with a smile and ran in, shouting as he ran, "Hey, Wu Ling! Where are you? Go out and play!"

In a workshop to the right of the door, a bright male voice came out.

"You've skipped school again?"

As soon as the words fell, a bronzed-skinned, short-haired teenager walked out of the workshop, this was Wu Ling.

Wu Ling's eyebrows were resolute and cold, wearing an off-white vest, with an almost wet towel on his left shoulder, and a few drops of sweat hung on the bottom of the towel, crumbling. Wu Ling picked up the towel as he walked, carefully wiped the sweat on his face and neck, and waited for Harold's answer.

Wu Zero-Sixteen and Harold Seventeen, the two of them have been playmates since childhood, and they are also brothers. Harold is half a head taller than Wu Ling, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a black complexion like coal, obvious atavism, heavy body hair, and an unstoppable mouth and an exaggerated face, he was born with a chimpanzee, but unfortunately he became a person.

Harold raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly: "Run? How many times do I have to say it before you can remember! I call this privilege, the teacher gives me permission, only I can leave early." As you know, I was the smartest in my village, and the courses were too simple, and the teacher was afraid that this boring homework would kill my enthusiasm for learning, so he approved me to leave school early. This is my last time, the last time I will tell you, please - Wu Ling, this little blacksmith has memorized it for me. ”

Wu Ling wrung out the towel, with a look of sudden realization on his face, and said with a smile: "Are you serious?

"Nonsense! When did I Harold break his promise? Do you know if you have a promise? You still have to go with me to participate in this year's new recruitment test. Harold rolled his eyes, sat down on the edge of the flower bed, took out a book from his backpack, shook it at Wu Ling in his hand, and then threw it to Wu Ling, "The latest textbook, I'll get it tomorrow morning!"

Wu Ling's eyes lit up, he caught the book with both hands, and said as he turned it over: "The latest? It's so thick that I can't finish reading it tonight, and I still have two swords to polish." The day after tomorrow for you?"

Harold waved his hand and jumped up from the side of the flower bed, "Come less and come less, if you give it to me the day after tomorrow, I may have been beaten to death by my father." I don't want this book for me to bury. ”

Wu Ling licked his lips, swept the book in his hand, and said, "Then I have to start sharpening my sword now, otherwise this book will ......"

Harold directly interrupted Wu Ling, "Okay, okay, don't say a word, how can I know such a person as you? You let me play by myself, then I will go to Xiaohua and Xiaohong in the east of the village to play by myself, hug left and right! Hmph! I won't leave any of you, goodbye! Sharpen my sword, I don't need to send it!"

After Harold finished speaking, he walked out with his schoolbag puffed up, walked to the door and stopped, still not at ease, and turned around and said, "I'll get the book at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"I'll be waiting for you at the door at 6 o'clock, junior brother, help me close the door, thank you. Wu Ling smiled, and he was in a good mood to deceive Harold.

Harold glared at Wu Ling angrily, pulled over the squeaky door panel, and compared his middle finger to Wu Ling in the crack of the door.

Wu Ling returned to his room with the book in his hand, put the book in the drawer of the desk and locked it, and returned to the workshop again.

There is a large and heavy wooden table in the workshop, which occupies nearly one-third of the space in the workshop, and on the wall directly opposite the wooden table, there are three layers of wooden countertops, and the half-meter-wide countertop is full of large and small hammers, files and other tools, and the tools are placed very casually and messily.

Wu Ling took out a fine file from the second layer of countertop, and found a few very regular grinding stones from the top countertop, turned around and sat on the bench in front of the wooden table.

On the wooden table was a black sword embryo, with a thin layer of black powder under the sword embryo, and a few pieces of fine grinding stones beside it, and in the black glow of the sword embryo, a faint golden light could be faintly seen.

Wu Ling threw the grinding stone on the table into the corner, picked out one of the few grinding stones he had just taken, and began to polish it further.

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As the end of autumn approached, the night came early, the night was getting thicker, and it was already dark at six o'clock. After Wu Ling polished his sword, he sat next to the workbench and read the book he borrowed from Harold under the fluorite lamp, "Tales of the Pumir Plateau".

"Wu Ling...... Are you done? How do you ......? Just be there in a daze! Hurry up and polish that sword embryo! Grandpa, I'm going to deliver the goods early tomorrow morning!"

A bald old man full of alcohol was swaying into the workshop from outside the door, the old man was wearing a gray linen robe, a straw shoe hanging on his left foot, and a smooth black wooden prosthetic leg below the knee of his right leg, this is the shopkeeper of the Wu family's workshop, Old Man Wu, that is, Wu Ling's grandfather. Old Man Wu carried a silver flat wine jug in his left hand and an oiled paper bag in his right hand.

Old Man Wu leaned against the door of the workshop, looked at Wu Ling with confused eyes, tried to unscrew the wine jug and take another sip, raised his right hand, and then remembered that he was still holding a pocket on his right hand, and shouted at Wu Ling, "Stinky boy, catch it!", and threw the bag to Wu Ling.

The oiled paper bag was thrown out by a drunken man, and it flew in the air as if it was drunk, swaying straight to the tool table by the wall.

Wu Ling had already smelled the smell of beef sauce in the oiled paper pocket, jumped up from the bench in an instant, quickly took a step, reached out to catch the pocket, weighed the weight in his hand, frowned, and said: "This amount, I bought half a catty today!

Old Man Wu pulled a horse and sat at the door, leaning against the wall, and continued to preach like a drunken man's dream, "Phew! Don't you want Grandpa to be nice to you? This half catty of sauced beef is prepared for you to rush to work at night! If you don't sharpen those two swords tonight, you won't have sauced beef to eat for a week!"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Wu Ling put down the beef in his hand that had not yet had time to eat, hurriedly stood up, ran to the other side of the workbench, made a gesture of invitation very respectfully, and said: "Grandpa, when will I delay the construction period? I have already sharpened the sword, and I have already put it over there! ”

In the other corner of the workbench was covered with a long strip of brown leather, and a sword hilt was faintly exposed under the leather, Wu Ling stepped forward and reached out to throw the leather aside, spread his hands, and bent down to make a gesture to his grandfather.

Old Man Wu put down the wine jug, rubbed his hands, and said: "Your grandfather, I have bad legs and feet, and I drank wine again, and you still let me go to the test, and my stomach is bad! Take the sword! There is also a fluorite lamp!"

Wu Ling shook his head with a smile, knowing in his heart that his grandfather was deliberately scolding him, picked up the leather and rolled up the two swords in his arms, pulled the fluorite lamp on the workbench and walked to the door.

Old Man Wu took the two swords, stroked both sides of the sword back and forth with his hands, and then flipped his wrist, pinched the sword and looked at it carefully at the fluorite lamp, two minutes later, Old Man Wu's eyes that had been eroded by the years and become cloudy, swept away the previous blur, and gradually revealed a trace of intoxication, nodded towards Wu Ling, and handed the two swords back to Wu Ling.

"That's right, it's only been a day, and I've polished these two ink steel two-handed swords to this extent, what is this level called?"

"Murderous and restrained!

Old Man Wu touched Wu Ling's head and continued: "Yes, yes, yes, you have to memorize these two words for me, this is my propaganda slogan, selling swords is not that you sharpen your sword but show your strength, you have to have a heart, understand?"

Wu Ling waved his hand and said, "Grandpa, I can't do such a tricky thing as trading, so you still don't teach me." Wu Ling began to clean up the scattered tools on the table, and continued as he cleaned up, "Besides, you see that my sword sharpening skills have been so refined, should we learn something else?"

Old Man Wu glanced at Wu Ling, a little anger appeared on his face, his tone instantly rose, and he scolded: "Humility is a virtue, it is the most basic virtue to become and be a strong person, boasting is the beginning of complacency! It is the beginning of destroying humility! It is the beginning of your personal destruction......"

Wu Ling pouted, and quickly interrupted Old Man Wu's teachings impatiently, "Know and know, and always be humble enough." ”

Old man Wu took out a cigarette stick from the cloth bag behind him, lit the tobacco that had not been burned out in the smoke pot, took a puff of beauty, and said with a little smugness in the clouds: "You said that you, lying at home to help me work, one person's food is worth two people, and the average family has long been eaten poor by you, if it wasn't for your grandfather and I have some means, our grandfather would have been sleeping on the street a long time ago." There are also the enrollment of those three war colleges, if there was no age limit, I would have sent you away a long time ago, and there is about a month, which is this year's new admission test, this year I can be regarded as able to send away your little rice bucket, I am happy to think of it. After speaking, he took another puff of cigarette.

"Grandpa, this is boring, the agitation method is useless, can you still let me go? Don't shed tears when the time comes. ”

"The stinky boy has learned to refute, and he can't control you when he grows up, if your father still ......"

"Okay, okay, I know, I'm going to pass the test, I'm not going to stay in this village for the rest of my life! Wu Ling put the last file into the corresponding position of the wooden box, his eyes were gloomy, he glanced at the northwest corner of the workshop, picked up the book on the workbench, and walked out quickly.

Watching Wu Ling leave, Old Man Wu slapped himself in the mouth, "Alas...... It's really a drunken gaffe, and I said the wrong thing again!" After blaming himself for a while, Old Man Wu reached out and took out a piece of elk leather from under the workbench, wiped it on the sword embryo, and paced to the northwest corner of the workshop. In the northwest corner of the workshop is a wooden table, with an incense burner in front of the wooden table and several wooden signs behind the incense burner.

Old Man Wu lit three bunches of incense, carefully inserted them into the incense burner, pulled over a stool, sat down in front of the workbench, and leaned against the wall.

"Old woman, your grandson is really a good embryo. Look at the sword sharpened by your grandson, I can sharpen one in a day when I am the strongest, and this boy sharpens two, and sharpens it much finer than mine. Alas, it's a pity that you don't have this craft to be the craftsman inherited by our Wu family, and you blame me if you think about it, you have to take advantage of Drake's free teaching, so that now Wu Ling's mind is not on making swords. But Drake said that he is a good seedling, and I can't say anything about the wars and fights, and I don't know if the path pointed to him is right, I hope Drake didn't look away......"

After the three incense sticks burned out, Old Man Wu took the two ink steel swords, and finally carefully wiped them and looked at them again. Nodding with satisfaction, he wrapped the two swords in leather with a smile and extinguished the fluorite lamp.