The father finally agreed, so Nie Feng almost jumped up excitedly, seeing his son like this, Nie Tong and his wife had to smile bitterly and shake their heads. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For the trip to the Wild Mountains, Nie Feng chose the morning after tomorrow, for which his mother Nie Shi specially made a few changes of clothes, and Nie Tong took great pains to get a low-grade iron sword for Nie Feng and wrote a letter.

Although the iron sword is inferior, it is not comparable to an ordinary iron sword, originally such a sword, with Nie Feng's current qualifications and age, is not worthy of using it at all, but he has to go to the wild mountain range to practice, there is no sharp weapon in his hand, and he is absolutely dead and lifeless in the face of fierce beasts, so Nie Tong and his wife did not hesitate to take out half of their savings, and finally bought this sword from the shop.

The letter was written to a swordsmith named Jin Lao, when Nie Tong was a sword slave, he had learned sword casting from Jin Lao for a while, so he had a bit of affection with Jin Lao, Jin Lao is now in Yeshi Town, and Yeshi Town is a small town next to the Wild Mountain Range, of course, the first stop of Nie Feng's trip to the Wild Mountain Range is naturally this town.

Nie Feng followed a five-person caravan to Yeshi Town, the caravan often traveled back and forth between Guyun City and Yeshi Town, and there was also an acquaintance of Nie Tong in the caravan, the sword slave Peng Yuan, Nie Feng called him Uncle Peng.

At the moment of saying goodbye to his parents, Nie Feng's tears finally flowed out, but for fear that his parents would be sad, he had already turned his head over, and when he turned back again, the desolate figure of his parents had gradually disappeared.

"Father and mother, take care! My son will be gone for at least three years or more than five years, and he will definitely come back! At that time, I will definitely be able to be promoted to swordsman, you just wait to be proud of your son!"

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The distance between Guyun City and Yeshi Town is not close, and it will take a month for the fast horse. The caravan traveled on a small road that often had merchants coming and going, and many of the merchants knew Peng Yuan and others, so it was not lonely along the way.

Among the five people in the caravan, in addition to Peng Yuan, the remaining four people Nie Feng were called Uncle Zhong, Uncle Li, Uncle Liu, and Uncle Cui, Uncle Liu and Uncle Cui had the same identity as Peng Yuan, and the three of them were all working in the same shop, while Uncle Zhong and Uncle Li were genuine swordsmen, and the role of the two of them was naturally mainly to protect the goods and Peng Yuan.

Along the way, the two swordsmen who were called Uncle Zhong and Uncle Li by Nie Feng seemed to have a high status, always with a face that no one was close to, and even when they slept in the wild at night, the two of them were far away from Nie Feng and the others, which was no way, after all, the identity of the swordsman and the sword slave was too far apart.

In contrast, Nie Feng and Peng Yuan chatted enthusiastically all the way, especially Peng Yuan, who seemed to like Nie Feng quite much because of his acquaintance with Nie Feng's father, and even talked about his anecdotes over the years, which caused Nie Feng's eyes to always shine with excitement.

Thirty-two days later, Wild Rock finally arrived.

Although Yeshi Town is a small town, it gives people a rough feeling, compared to the ancient cloud city, it can be described as a dilapidated home, at a glance, there are dozens of small thatched huts standing sparsely, and the potholed central road is also flooded with a sense of desolation and vicissitudes. However, there are also a lot of people on the main road, which adds some vitality to the town.

Peng Yuan's caravan stopped in front of a thatched hut marked with trading shops.

Stretching out his hand and patting Nie Feng's shoulder, Peng Yuan said with a little emotion, "Little guy, you have to go on your own for the next road! Uncle Peng still has a task to do, so let's say goodbye! Oh, I will come here often, if you want to write a letter to your parents to report your safety, I can help, hehe!"

"Thank you, Uncle Peng and the four uncles, take care of them all the way!" Nie Feng slowly bowed to the five of them. Under the reluctant gaze of the three Peng Yuan and the two swordsmen, Nie Feng walked towards the interior of the town alone.

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After questioning a few people, Nie Feng finally came to the front of a Jin's sword-casting shop, and after a little confirmation, Nie Feng raised his legs and stepped in.

The light in the sword-casting shop was slightly dim, an old man was busy pulling the bellows, and the coke was driven by the wind, a small light white flame appeared, and in the center of the flame lay a sword blank, which was flickering and glowing red under the firelight.

"Forge a sword?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and Jin Lao had noticed a stranger coming in.

"Ahem!" Nie Feng coughed, "May I ask if you are Jin Lao?" I am Nie Tong's son, entrusted by my father, to visit you!"

Hearing Nie Tong's name, the old man raised his cloudy eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing, but after a while, he continued to pull up the bellows.

"You can sit down for a while!" the hoarse voice sounded again.

Nie Feng had no choice but to find a small stool and sit down, the old man should be at the juncture of sword casting, maybe he didn't have time to pay attention to him now, so he had no choice but to wait for the sword casting to end.

Idle and bored, Nie Feng looked around.

Scrap iron, discarded sword blanks, hammers, giant scissors, and small dark stools were piled up haphazardly, and on top of a piece of scrap iron with a slightly flat surface, there were half-eaten rice and chopsticks, and a black and yellow towel.

"Has Jin Lao always been a person, why don't you even teach an apprentice?"

Nie Feng couldn't help but wonder, but he wouldn't ask recklessly, because from the conversation just now, he could feel that the Jin Lao in front of him should be a taciturn and eccentric person.

Iron smelting and casting has always been the business of sword slaves, but due to the particularity of the sword, the sword slave who casts the sword is higher than the ordinary sword slave, and the swordsmith who plays the leading role is not comparable to the sword slave who casts the sword, because this identity has caught up with the swordsman, and even the ordinary swordsman must respect three points when facing the swordsmith.

The old man couldn't finish for a while, and when he was bored, Nie Feng's eyes were attracted by the firelight again, and he couldn't help but carefully look at the crimson sword blank in the firelight.

The crimson color of the sword blank has changed from the flickering light and darkness just now to a relatively stable red, and even a faint white has appeared at the very front of the sword blank.

"The heat should be almost over!" Nie Feng muttered to himself, but then stopped as the old man's gaze glanced over.

After pulling the bellows a few times again, the old man immediately stood up, grabbed the tongs and picked out the sword blank, a sledgehammer and a small hammer, clanging and knocking it up, and when the red light of the sword blank was slightly dim, the old man's hand holding the hammer suddenly stopped, so that Nie Feng on the side couldn't help but be stunned, but then saw the old man shake his head slightly, and after a light sigh, he casually threw the sword blank into the bucket on the side, and didn't even look at it again.

"Snort!" After a cloud of white gas, the old man threw away the tongs in his hand, rubbed his hands, and walked towards Nie Feng.

"What are you doing?" the old man's mind seemed to be a little confused.

"Uh...... Hello Jin Lao, I am Nie Tong's son, this is my father's letter, I want to experience in the Savage Mountains!" Nie Feng then handed over his father's handwritten letter.

The old man reached out and took it, only glanced up at the envelope slightly, and then tossed it aside.

"Have you experienced...... Jin Lao shook his head slightly, "Casting swords, have you ever learned?"

"Uh, no!" Nie Feng was a little stunned by the old man's abrupt words.

"Then let's forge the sword first! Experience, let's talk about it!" Immediately, the old man lowered his cloudy eyes, and without waiting for Nie Feng to agree, he turned around and walked to the side.

"This ...... Jin Lao, I have to go to the Wild Mountain Range......"

Nie Feng's words were blocked in the middle of speaking, because Jin Lao at this moment suddenly turned his head to look at him, "Unwilling?"

"Well, it's not that I don't want to, but how can I be promoted to a swordsman if I don't practice!" In a hurry, Nie Feng directly said his purpose.

"Hmph, you don't even know how to use a sword, can you become a swordsman?" Jin Lao muttered with some indignation.

But this sentence was listened to by Nie Feng word for word, at first he only felt that the logic of this sentence was quite strange, and he really didn't understand it for a while, so he chewed Jin Lao's words carefully a few times, and suddenly it seemed that a spiritual light flashed in his mind, and even the cells in his whole body became excited.

The Ancient Sword Continent respects the sword, and he has heard this sentence countless times in other people's mouths, so not only him, but in this world, everyone who has ambitions regards the sword as a lifelong friend and goal, and only by constantly pursuing the way of the sword can he step by step to the top of the Ancient Sword Continent. And the so-called swordsman and swordsman are just titles in the pursuit of kendo.

To understand the sword itself, the soul of the sword, to dance with the sword, and to resonate with the sword, is also a way to practice kendo, but he thought it was just a technique and almost missed it.

"If you don't want to learn, just leave! I've got to be busy!" Jin Lao's words were still quite stiff.

"Uh, that, I'll learn, I'll learn!" At this time, Nie Feng couldn't wait in the face of the sword-forging technique that he didn't care about.