Zhang's blacksmith shop is the most well-known blacksmith shop in the whole Qinzhou city, the shop is not big, there are more than a dozen apprentices with big shoulders and round waists, each wielding dozens of pounds of hammers, rhythmically striking down and interweaving a unique rhythm and melody on the iron felt.

As the shopkeeper of this blacksmith shop, Lao Zhang, who is over fifty years old, has long been out of battle, he will hold a pot of tea in his hand almost every morning, sit leisurely on the special rattan chair at the door of the shop to bask in the sun, listening to the familiar and compact sound of gold and iron clashing from the shop, Lao Zhang's mouth will unconsciously hum a small song, to his ears, this continuous sound of different degrees of iron is the most beautiful rhythm in the world.

The weather was exceptionally good on this day, and the autumn sun was shining on Lao Zhang's body, which made his hard body, which had been trained for decades, lazily relaxed.

Looking up at the big plaque hanging at the door of the blacksmith shop from time to time, Lao Zhang has a sense of arrogance in his heart, his blacksmith shop has been open in Qinzhou City for three hundred years. Since the previous Han Dynasty, his old Zhang family opened a blacksmith shop here, and although the Han Dynasty died out, whether it was Xihu occupying Qinzhou City, or the Southern Tang Dynasty recaptured Qinzhou City, his old Zhang's blacksmith shop was never closed.

Counting through the city of Qinzhou, how many shops like this can still stand after the wind and rain? Lao Zhang can count it with his fingers.

Thinking of this, Lao Zhang couldn't help but hum a little song.

"Shopkeeper, can you make a sword here?"

An abrupt voice rang out from the doorway.

Lao Zhang opened his eyes that had just narrowed, looked at the tall and thin young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and nodded, "What sword are you going to make?"

"Hehe, it's just an ordinary sword, you watch it. ”

The young man smiled innocently.

"Oh, yes, but it's up to you to choose the material and weight. To make a sword, it is better to use fine iron, as for the weight......"

Lao Zhang was interrupted by the other party in the middle of his words.

"Ahem, this shopkeeper, I have the materials myself, I just want to trouble making a sword. ”

At this time, Lao Zhang noticed that the young man was holding a stick that was neither long nor short, and why did this stick look yellow, yellow, white and white like wood......

"That's it, make a sword. ”

The young man picked up the wooden stick in his hand and shook it in front of Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang finally pulled his body up from the recliner, frowned and asked, "Aren't you a piece of wood?"

"Yes, yes, the shopkeeper's good eye, this is indeed a piece of wood. ”

"I'm a blacksmith here......"

"Yes, yes, I know, I know, but I have searched all the carpenters in the city, and none of them can cut this wood. I really have no choice, I heard that this time-honored blacksmith shop in Qinzhou City can do anything, so I will try it. ”

The young man was none other than Wang Shen, and what he was carrying in his hand was the core of the thousand-year-old peach tree.

A piece of wood that can't be chopped?

Lao Zhang stood up in surprise.

"I'll see. ”

Hearing this, Wang Shen hurriedly handed out the peach wood, and Lao Zhang reached out to grab it, his brows furrowed.

"Why is this wood so heavy? It's as heavy as the finest iron. ”

Wang Shen said with embarrassment: "That's why I came to you, you can see if this wood can be made into a sword, as long as you can make it, the price is negotiable......

Lao Zhang glanced at Wang Shen and said lightly: "I can even make iron in this shop, but I can't make a single piece of wood?" Although this blacksmith shop doesn't look like making wooden swords, but since you have come to the door, you must trust my Zhang family's brand." Do you know how long this plaque has been? 300 years! From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, for 300 years, my Zhang family has always opened a blacksmith shop here! What others can't do is someone else, and here in my Zhang family, there is nothing that can't be done!"

Wang Shen looked up at the thick door plaque with the vicissitudes of life in the direction of Lao Zhang's finger, and wrote six strong characters "Zhang Xiaoquan Blacksmith Shop", and couldn't help admiring: "Yes, yes, I also took a fancy to your ancestral time-honored brand façade, let you here, I can rest assured." ”

Lao Zhang nodded quietly and said: "Well, put the things here, take them after three days, the price is not expensive, my Zhang family does things, and Tong Su is not bullied." ”

Wang Shen was overjoyed and said, "Okay, then it's going to be bothering the shopkeeper!"

Three days later, Wang Shen arrived as promised, and Lao Zhang did not sit on the recliner at the door as usual, but stood at the door of the blacksmith shop and kept looking.

"Shopkeeper, my ......"

As soon as Wang Shen was halfway through his words, Lao Zhang stepped forward quickly, grabbed Wang Shen's hand and walked into the shop, and the two walked through the noisy blacksmith shop until they came to a secluded wing room in the room.

Wang Shen didn't know what to do, and watched Lao Zhang take out a long strip of black cloth from the cabinet and put it on the table.

"Shopkeeper, this is ......"

Lao Zhang rubbed his hands and said helplessly: "I said little brother, your wood is not hard, but too hard...... Not to mention making swords, in three whole days, my apprentices have lost more than a dozen of the best fine iron axes in the shop, and they can't cut a scar out of this wood......"

Wang Shen opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Lao Zhang smiled bitterly and unfolded the black cloth on the table layer by layer, inside was the yellow-white thousand-year-old peach core brought by Wang Shen, the thickness and length of the peach wood did not change in the slightest, it was still more than three feet, as thick as an arm.

Seeing that Wang Shen looked at the things on the table and didn't speak, Lao Zhang gritted his teeth and took out another box from the cabinet behind him.

"Little brother, I really can't do anything about your wooden sword, even if you run all over Qinzhou City, no one can do it. In this way, don't talk about it, this sword was made by me more than ten years ago, and it can be regarded as the most satisfying thing I have ever done in my life, I originally wanted to hide it for future generations, and now it ...... Even if it's an apology, it's given to you. ”

Lao Zhang is a straight man, he is afraid that Wang Shen will tell him about it, you must know that a blacksmith shop can't make a wooden sword, this is undoubtedly a slap on his old face. The three-hundred-year-old plaque of the Zhang family must not have such a shameful stain, let alone a sword, if Wang Shen asks for money now, he can give it.

Wang Shen didn't speak, and after a long time, he stood up and picked up the peach wood core on the table and said with a wry smile: "You don't have to mind, the shopkeeper, hey, I really didn't expect this thing to be hard like this." Forget it, I don't embarrass you, I can't ask for your heirloom sword, don't worry, I've never been here. ”

Wang Shen's generosity surprised Lao Zhang, and he gratitatively grabbed Wang Shen's hand and said, "Look at this...... Hey, I don't know what to say, I'm really embarrassed! Don't worry, brother, come to me directly if you want to do anything in the future, brother, I'll do it for you myself, make sure you're satisfied!"

"Haha, brother is polite!"

Wang Shen arched his hand at Lao Zhang, and under the leadership of Lao Zhang, he quietly slipped out of the back door with the peach wood core.

In the north of the city, Daozheng, who was sent by Huazhen Daoist to see the door, saw Wang Shen coming back with a short wooden stick with a sad face, and when he saw him walking inside without greeting, he went up curiously and patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Hey, I said Lao Wang, what are you doing with a broken stick in your hand?"

Wang Shen shook his head and sighed: "Hey, I plan to use this peach wood core to make a peach wood sword, but who knows that after looking for craftsmen in the city, no one can do it." ”

"Why?"

"It's too hard, it's hard to start......"

"Too hard? ”

Dao Zheng took the peach stick in Wang Shen's hand, gestured casually, and said with a little surprise: "This peach wood is good, look at this weight is at least a thousand years old, I can't see it, Lao Wang, where did you get this treasure?"

Wang Shen said casually: "I cut it outside the city, and there are trees all over the mountains, and I saw it by chance." ”

Daozheng didn't think about Wang Shen's words, just groped for the peach wood in his hand, nodded and said: "It's really good, the thousand-year-old peach wood is rarely tight, according to my master, the major Yin Divisions are not common, and most of them are peach wood swords that have been used for hundreds of years." Hehe, others can't cut it, I have a way. ”

Wang Shen's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Dao Zheng like a life-saving straw and asked, "Are you sure?"

Dao Zheng said confidently: "That's not it, what kind of person is Poor Dao? ”

The instrument room in Daozheng's mouth is one of the eight major rooms of the Zhiyin Division, and it is the place where the Zhiyin Division specializes in making magic weapons, such as the red and yellow powder that Wang Shen likes to use, and the soul-attracting lamp lamp oil and soul-injuring coffin used in the Soul Attraction Pavilion are provided here. In addition to some of the utensils commonly used by the Yin Division, there are also many strange things that Wang Shen can't name, such as a potion with a strange smell from an altar, bundles of plants and trees, and even some strange-shaped animal bones and skins from unknown beasts.

However, Wang Shen's mind was not here today, he followed Dao Zheng into the instrument room, and Dao Zheng directly picked up a Xueliang axe in the instrument room and tried to chop it on a peach stick.

There is no trace.

Dao Zheng did not believe in evil, and increased his strength, and there was not even a mark left on the yellow-white peach wood core.

"It's strange, this axe is the best fine iron axe in Zhang Xiaoquan's shop in the city. ”

Dao Zheng's face was a little unbearable, and finally he gritted his teeth and signaled Wang Shen to stay away, and then saw him pinching the Dao Jue in his hand, and a few Xuanhuang flags inserted in his waist floated out.

"Qiansanlian, Kun Liuduan, Jin Mu Shengke, go!"

With an order, eight flags were arranged in the air, one of which turned into a golden aura under the guidance of Dao Zheng and penetrated into the iron axe, and at the same time, Dao Zheng raised the axe and fell, and the snowy axe blade fell on the core of the peach tree with a dazzling golden light.

"Click!"

The fine iron axe blade was unscathed under the protection of the golden essence qi, but the peach wood stick under the axe was also unharmed, but the wooden axe handle couldn't withstand the divine power on the arm of the seven veins of the Daozheng and directly broke into two.

Wang Shen, who was watching from the side, had a strange expression on his face, but Dao Zheng's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

"I still don't believe it!

Although Dao Zheng is a seven-vein that has just passed, and the true yang protection body has only appeared in the dantian qi sea, he has excellent qualifications, and he has mastered this samadhi true yang fire in just a few days, and with a finger of his hand, a red-gold flame erupted from another Xuanhuang flag in the air and rolled towards the peach stick.

Samadhi true fire is the true fire of heaven and earth, it is said to be able to smelt all things in heaven and earth, and the true fire fell on the peach stick and burned for a while, until the two people present felt a little warm and difficult to be the Taoist before putting away the Taoist formula.

The peach stick that had been burned by the real fire had changed from the original yellow-white to jet-black, Daozheng smiled, and directly picked it up with his hand to look at it.

"It's strange, why isn't it hot at all after burning for so long......"

As everyone knows, this layer of black is just the black ash attached to the surface of the wood, and Dao Zheng casually wiped this peach core to return to its original yellow and white appearance.

No one spoke in the room, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground, and I don't know how long this state was maintained, Dao Zheng finally handed the peach stick back to Wang Shen with some embarrassment.

"Ahem, I said Lao Wang, you don't know swordsmanship anyway, what do you do with a peachwood sword, I think this peachwood stick is quite suitable. You don't know, this high-grade martial arts is all about hiding but not revealing, hiding but not revealing. A sharp sword is only a magic weapon that only beginners can use, and only a true master knows the true meaning of the round heaven and earth, just like the stick in your hand, hiding the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!"

After saying this, without waiting for Wang Shen to react, Dao Zheng walked out of the door without looking back like an old pedant who had just finished a class.