The bright moon comes out of the sea, the streamer shines on the clear spring, the stinging insects chirp from time to time, and the thatched hut looms.

The night is like water, and a bright moon adds a touch of emerald blue to the dim and dead sky, and the starry sky is vast. From time to time, one or two thin clouds like cicada wings swam in front of the moon, like a layer of unwoven tulle, which was smooth and transparent by the moonlight.

The tinkling water washes the riverbed, rounds the stones, and soothes the dreams of the world!

The stinger has no dreams, and the clear and beautiful chant is intertwined with the sound of flowing water, envying the dreams of the world, and playing the dreams of the world.

Walking slowly along the flowing water, gurgling and flowing, the sound of the rumbling vastness faintly emerged in the silence and soothing, the sound became clearer and clearer, suddenly, the silence and soothing came to an abrupt end, and suddenly descended, pouring ten feet high, slapping in the rocks and deep pools, making a surging and rumbling sound!

The moonlight was clear, splashing with water, gilding a layer of hazy fine light under the moonlight, and jumping spiritually.

"When, when, when" one after another, one after another! The sound of the hammer striking the metal was agitated and high-pitched, tearing a hole in the quiet night, and trying to go up out of thin air. The sound of the crash settled, "Whoa, hiss, whoa" The urgent and rhythmic sound of bellows spilled from an open house not far away. Following the prestige, the fiery red light passed through the doors and windows of the houses on the south side of the bank, illuminating the front yard, and the fire stretched and extended, dyeing a touch of crimson in the small river that passed in front of the door, like a sunset. The glow in the water is matched with the statement of "whew, hiss" and dark exchange.

After the hissing sound, the air was filled with a violent hissing sound, the sound of water and fire fighting!

"When, when, when", the agitated voice crossed the air and rose again!

Stepping on the door, a sturdy body squatted, strong arms swinging, pulling the bellows, whirring fire and extinguishing instantly.

"Dang, dang, dang" sounded, and the hammer slammed into the red-and-white metal, hammer after hammer.

A hammer fell, and with a bang, sparks shot out. With a hammer and a faint sound, the spark jumped, cut through the air and disappeared.

An old man, with purple eyes and blue hair, coarse gray hair, slightly constricted eyes, sweat on his black and yellow face like rain, under the bright and extinguished firelight, plated with a layer of glittering red light!

The old man was in good spirits, twisted his beard with his hands, nodded in amazement, and said loudly to the two strong men wielding the hammer: "Yes, it needs to be folded and forged 30 times."

Then he looked at the two teenagers beside him and said loudly: "If you want to become a really good sword, you must go through a thousand tempers. It's a short-term success, now is the most critical time, and even less is not enough."

"Old man, why do you keep straightening the sword, and keep bending the sword from the middle, folding the two ends in half, bending again, and folding in half again."

"Good boy, good question, what's your name?" The old man was pleasantly surprised, and couldn't help but burst out.

Qi Longhai looked excited, full of energy, and said politely: "In Xia Fu's surname Qi Long, my grandfather hopes that I can be as knowledgeable as the sea, and take the word 'sea' for a single name!" After speaking, Qi Longhai pointed to a young man next to him who looked exactly like himself, but was a little sluggish, and said: "This is my twin brother, and my grandfather hopes that he will be as strong as a pine, and he will be named Qi Longsong."

Qi Longhai's words are concise and to the point, his voice is strong, and he is very powerful to hear. The old man liked it very much, bowed down and said:

"Twins, okay, but the family is not worried about not sleeping at home in the middle of the night and running into this wild mountain?"

Qi Longhai originally planned to tell him bluntly, but, considering his younger brother, he was afraid that speaking out would hurt his brother's self-esteem, and said: "It is really necessary to take the liberty of asking for trouble in the middle of the night, but it is difficult to explain the things in one word, I hope Mr. forgive me."

Qi Longsong stuttered because of the bullying of his companions, and he was humiliated, so he ran away from home without saying a word. Along the Tianquan River, inexplicably, I came here.

Since Qi Longsong ran out of Qilong Mountain, everyone in Qilong Mountain has been busy with this, but they have never been able to find Qi Longsong, as an elder brother, it is their duty to find their younger brother. But it is really hateful to think that my younger brother ran out of Qilong Mountain because he was bullied a little.

Qi Longsong glanced at Qi Longhai embarrassedly with repentance, and his heart was aggrieved and happy. I don't live in a completely cold world, at least, in this world, my brother still really cares about himself.

Qi Longhai's voice changed: "Grandpa, this is the first time in my life that I have witnessed the situation of sword making, why should I bend the hammered sword, fold it, knock it again, and fold it again?"

The old man's face was happy, and he said loudly: "Meeting is fate, boy, you have to open your eyes to understand, this, what is it."

The old man picked up a piece of black paint from the ground and stretched out to Qi Longhai respectfully. At that time, the old man's eyes were bright, and he had endless expectations for the young man in front of him.

Qi Longhai carefully took over the black pimple, looked at it carefully, touched, this thing is heavy and hard, rough and black, the natural edges and corners are extremely sharp, there is an indescribable strange and evil atmosphere, Qi Longhai said puzzledly: "Is this the raw material for making a sword?"

When the old man heard this, he raised his head and laughed: "That's right, this thing is called Pugang, which is the true face of the sword, that is, the raw material of the sword."

Qi Longhai played with Pugang in his hand with great interest, and his heart was full of incredulity.

Looking at Qi Longhai, the old man was familiar at first sight like this for the first time, and said kindly and peacefully: "Let's take a look at the sword in my waist again."

Just listen, the waves sounded, the sword was unsheathed, and a trace of extremely thin sound was like a dragon's groan, throwing itself into the air, refreshing people's hearts.

The old man respectfully handed the sword to Qi Longhai's hand with both hands.

Qi Longhai took the sword, held the sword in his right hand, gradually closed his eyes, and deliberately calmed his restless heart. I felt that the sword body trembled slightly, accompanied by a thin sound.

Qi Longhai's breath was adjusted to a long one, concentrating all the feelings on his left hand, and gently slashing the spine of the sword with his hand, ah! A feeling of being as clear as a spring and as warm as jade seeped from his fingers into his heart, as if a clear spring flowed through. Then, Qi Longhai hit the spine of the sword with a flick of his fingers, pure and crisp, and the sound of the dragon's groan and the sound of the roar overlapped, reflecting each other.

This feeling is completely different from the feeling of that piece of PUGANG.

Qi Longhai felt it carefully, thoughtfully, as if inspiration came suddenly, his eyes widened, and blurted out:

"The 'sword' is refreshing, introverted, gentle and peaceful, and the 'Pugang' is rough and evil, lonely and godless, and the outside is empty and empty."

The old man's eyes widened in amazement, incredible but shocking, at a young age, he could comprehend so accurately, and he broke through the true meaning in one sentence, which was really born different.

The old man excitedly gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good, good, good."

Let's say, the old man put Pugang on the desk, took the sword, the sword pointed directly at Pugang, and in an instant, there was a deep sound of "bang", and I saw Pugang split into two sections. The dragon's groans and roars vibrate, and under the old man's caresse, they gradually calmed down. The old man showed the blade of the sword to Qi Longhai, and it was indeed intact.

The old man was overjoyed by Qi Longhai's surprised face.

The surprise on the faces of Qi Longhai and Qi Longsong gradually calmed down, and the old man pointed to the two people who were beating the steel, and said: "This is forging! Roast the sword in the heat, boil it in the water, straighten it under the intensive beating of the heavy hammer, re-place it in the fire, bend the straight sword, fold it in half, bend it again, fold it in half, fold it in half again, fold it in half again, fold it in half, fold it again until it folds into a small piece, and then straighten it again under the intensive beating of the hammer, bend it again, fold it, bend it, fold it, fold it, and so on and so forth. ”

The old man paused, looked at Qi Longhai, and said in a deeper tone: "Thousands of tempers, fire roasting blisters, and finally beating and filtering out the impurities mixed in this Pugang until a pure steel embryo is beaten."

The old man's deep tone turned back to Minglang, and his face was smug: "Then keep grinding, polishing, and finally cutting the edge."

In the end, the old man said meaningfully: "The sword is sharp, and there is a sound of cutting light"!

Qi Longhai's eyes widened when he heard this, and he stared incredulously at the sword that still needed to be knocked and folded 30 times!

"A good sword, how much time does it take to forge successfully", Qi Longhai looked at the sword stupidly, imagining what this unformed sword would look like in the future under such a blow, and whether it would be the same as the sword in the old man's waist.

When the old man heard this, his heart was even more overjoyed, thinking of a mere young man, but his voice was full and powerful, and the problem was simple and profound, so he said aloud: "Depending on the material, the general material, at least three years, or longer, good material, and these six exquisite and skilled craftsmen, day and night alternate, it takes a whole year."

When Qi Longsong heard this, he looked around, and saw that the two strong people were tempering the sword, thinking that they were tinkering with the bellows, and the other three were sleeping in the corner, snoring like thunder.

"Three years, and it may take even longer, and it will take a year for skilled craftsmen to alternate day and night"!

Qi Longhai repeated the old man's words, thinking in his heart, while chattering with admiration "skilled craftsman", while looking at the two people holding the hammer, only to see that these two people were all dark, their muscles were bursting, and the muscles were one by one, dazzling, and they were scattered all over the body. Short, rhythmic breaths matched the rhythm of the muscles, smashing a piece of fiery iron into shape. Dense sweat continued to seep out from every muscle, sometimes converging into beads of sweat the size of beans, along the rough skin, suddenly down, drawing a brisk and beautiful arc.

Slow work out of fine work, the most reasonable saying. Qi Longhai looked at the crimson sword that had not yet taken shape, his eyes full of anticipation. He loves kendo, and his grandfather is a famous master of six leaves today, and his swordsmanship is superb, reaching the realm of perfection.

Imagine that when I touched the sword for the first time, my grandfather asked myself how far he would practice swordsmanship in the future, and he said categorically that he wanted to be as powerful as his grandfather. Grandpa nodded affirmatively and asked, do you love grandpa, how much do you love it. Qi Longhai replied, love, there is more respect, grandpa is my dearest person, and it is also my role model, and it is the goal of my life.

As soon as Grandpa heard this, his peaceful expression turned solemn and said solemnly: "Surpassing Grandpa is the real respect!" From that moment on, Qi Longhai secretly made up his mind that he must surpass Grandpa and become the next monument of kendo!

Thinking of this, Qi Longhai couldn't help but smile, and at the same time, turned to the old man and said, "Old man, how much time does this sword need?"

The old man said categorically: "Tonight".

"How long does it take to become a kendo master," Qi Longhai asked firmly.

Qi Longhai looked back at this old man he met for the first time, but he felt very kind, and there was an indescribable feeling of close relatives in his heart.

"Boy", the old man strongly suppressed the joy in his heart and paused for a moment. The old man restrained his admiration as much as possible, looked at Qi Longhai, and said loudly: "I look at your hands, oh! It seems that you have held a sword for a few days, but it is not easy to become a generation of kendo masters." To become a generation of kendo masters, you need to be in harmony with your sword nature in order to reach the realm of perfection. Only", the old man paused, lowered his head and approached Qi Longhai, and said to Qi Longhai in a serious tone: "Only by being tempered like this Pugang and becoming a person who has been tempered by thousands of tempers can he figure out with the soul of the sword and become a kendo master!" In a word, the old man turned to Qi Longsong, who had not said a word all night, and put a hand on Qi Longsong's shoulder with encouragement.

The old man faintly felt that the child was silent, as if he was about to give up on himself.

Qi Longhai's voice was gushing, but Qi Longsong didn't say a word.

The grievances in Qi Longsong's heart are like the moment when the waterfall outside the door pours down and comes into contact with the deep pool, surging and rippling.

Why are they always teased, and why do these people never stop?

The moonlight is still the same, the moon shadow is slanting westward, and the stars are like a fight. The silky silk as thin as the wings of a cicada swims through the moon, slender and leisurely. The sound of flowing water suddenly fell, surging with a thick sound, stirring up layers of splashes, splashing in all directions, and coated with a thin layer of moonlight. The surging water still flows eastward, gradually drifting away, returning to the tranquility and leisureliness of Mimi.

The fire is bright and extinguished, the agitated sound of "dang, dang, dang" is endless, the sound of the bellows of "whew, hiss" gradually stops and rises, "zizizi", the hot sword touches with the water, the water fights against the fire, and the chilling figure comes out through the house, stirring the surging sound of the waterfall, and the silence and surging of the performer's night!

The comforting and encouraging pats of the old man just now soothed the grievances boiling in Qi Longsong's heart.

And the tears of grievance that he endured didn't stay in his eyes for long, and then turned into a trace of water vapor and floated out. The blazing sword red was bright white, and it struck hard, causing the fireworks to fly one by one, like countless meteors, more like a flower, the bright and bright red bloom instantly turned into nothing, and the new one bloomed again in the impact sound.

The sound of "dangdangdang" slammed on the blazing iron, echoing in his heart, shaking Qi Longsong's heart and driving Qi Longsong's body to tremble. Eventually, the rhythm of his heartbeat became one with the sound of the percussion.

"Zizizi", the red-hot iron enters the water, and the water vapor rises like a puff of cooking smoke. The crimson sword turned pale black. It was put into the furnace again, and the bellows sound of "Whoop, hiss" was remembered, and the pale black sword rekindled its redness after the smoke and fire, until it was bright white.

Qi Longsong never said a word, and the conversation between his brother and the old man echoed in his ears, but he never squeezed into the surging and surging heart, which was full of resentment, and all that fluttered was a pair of disdainful and disgusting eyes and a mockery and sarcasm like a knife, as well as the purple-red figure.

It was the first day of entering the school, Qi Longhai and Qi Longsong were full of novelty and expectation for the new life, so they came to the school early, but they didn't expect that in the courtyard in front of the school, there were many students, among them there was a girl, tall, wearing a purple red gown, with a purple diamond gem hanging around her neck, with her hands behind her back, she walked towards the two people and stood in front of the two people. The girl had bright eyes and bright teeth, fine white skin, and hot hair that reached up to her shoulders.

This woman's name is Ziling Blood Flame, followed by two boys of the same age as her on the left and right, like two bodyguards, or, two younger brothers, one is called Tianquan Zi'an, and the other is called Tianquan Xiongying.

"Twins, well, they really look exactly the same", Ziling Blood Flame's tone when he spoke was deliberately an old man's authoritative demeanor, as if the chief was examining something, carefully examining the two of them, and then staring at Qi Longhai with his entire eyes without reservation, and didn't even give Qi Longsong a little bit of charity. And Tianquan Zi'an and Tianquan Xiong Ying in the back clasped their hands in front of their chests, looking provocative and ready to move.

Ziling Blood Flame looked Qi Longhai up and down, and then said like a chief's lecture: "Qi Longhai, I have heard of you, I heard that your two brothers are the twin stars in the sky, but it is a pity that a star fell when you landed on the ground, and some people say that you have swallowed the wisdom that originally belonged to the two of you in your mother's womb, so you were born different." Well, the poor other one has become a fool."

When talking about the fool, Ziling Blood Flame stared at Qi Longsong's body, swept up and down, and then nodded, more convinced of his own judgment, and seriously reflected a very certain contempt.

Qi Longsong was indignant and argued: "I'm not a fool".

Ziling Blood Flame was even more domineering, playfully learning "I'm not a fool", and then raised his head and said coldly: "I can't even speak fluently, I'm not a fool."

Qi Longsong was even more indignant: "Stammering is not a fool."

Ziling Blood Flame said unrelentingly: "It's really hard to listen to you, listening too much will affect the development of your ears, so don't talk in the future."

From then on, Qilong Song, who was originally silent because of his stammering, became even more silent, and even depressed, but Ziling Blood Flame and Tianquan Zi'an and Tianquan Xiong Ying were not stopped.

It didn't take long for Qi Longsong to pass by the three of them, and Tianquan Zi'an mocked: "Isn't this a little stammer"?

Ziling Blood Flame sneered: "Nonsense, what a little stammer, people have evolved into little mutes, little mutes, what about your brother Qi Longhai, why haven't I seen your brother for a long time."

Qi Longsong was very angry, he was very reluctant to bear the flaws of others laughing at him like this, but he tried hard to speak fluently, but he was defeated by ridicule again and again, and the pharmacists couldn't help it.

What's even more infuriating is that these three people actually bet that Ziling Blood Flame said that the mouth of the stammering could not feel pain and taste, while Tianquan Zi'an said that it was okay, and the stammering was just that the mouth was not flexible, just like everyone. After arguing, the three of them finally decided to test the Qilongsong, so at the time of the meal, the three of them poured the snake pepper, a kind of extremely spicy pepper, into the mouth of the Qilongsong, and then formed a circle, quietly verifying their judgment.

The chili pepper was like a fiery snake, instantly bursting into the throat of Qi Longsong, and this fiery snake, as if surrounded by sharp and sharp thorns, dragged down the throat all the way to the heart, and everywhere it went, a burst of fire and countless sharp stings. The fire snake reached the heart, like a torch meeting an oil field, coaxed, instantly burned, hot, spicy, painful, three fierce flavors made Qilongsong curl up in the ground and roll and roll, except for laughter, but no one reached out to help.

Qi Longsong's face was flushed with struggle, and even the breath he breathed was mixed with a strong spicy smell and piping hotness, and his whole body trembled. Finally, Qi Longsong struggled to stand up, ran to the Tianquan River, lying on the Tianquan River to drink, the water of the Tianquan River was extremely clear, extinguishing all the fire snakes, and at the same time diluting the sharp spicy and painful layer by layer.

I can't drink it, I really can't drink it anymore, Qi Longsong held his stomach slightly filled with water, walked along the river in frustration and resentment, with half a mouthful of spring water in his mouth, caressing his sharply aching throat, comforting no one to tell about his grievances.

Brother Qi Longhaishen's teacher Ziling Fengming's appreciation, Qi Longhai is even more inseparable from the teacher, in order to surpass his grandfather, practice swordsmanship all day long, grandpa has been absent recently, Qi Longsong is full of grievances to confide in, even if he is willing to find someone to tell, in exchange for only more ridicule and sarcasm.

Qi Longsong was full of frustration and sourness, and walked all the way along the Tianquan River, looking at the leisurely river, his heart slowly improved a lot, and the leisurely Tianquan River seemed to be able to wash away all the pain in his heart. Walking and walking, the sunset is setting, the moonlight is slightly cool, and I am calm, but I don't know where I am. But faintly heard the rumbling sound of flowing water in front, as if the waterfall in general, I have heard of the waterfall, but I have never seen it, simply, I spent a night by the waterfall tonight, followed the sound, and then I arrived at the waterfall, the rolling spring water rushed down, the momentum was magnificent, the little waves were refreshing, and when I landed, I was refreshed.

However, I drank too much Tianquan water just now, and at this moment, my stomach refluxed acid.

Qi Longsong saw that the red light in front of him was shining, and it was a family, so he came to the place where the sword was cast.

Later, my brother searched for it.

"It's done", the last hammer fell, and a strong man looked at the old man with joy.

"Hiss", the steaming water vapor is like cooking smoke, curling and steaming.

"Okay", Qi Longhai anxiously looked at the sword in the water.

"No, little brother, it's going to take at least 20 days of polishing," said the strong man pulling the bellows.

Qi Longhai was slightly disappointed, hung his head stupidly, and was very unwilling, and once again looked at the sword with illusion.

As if in order not to disappoint Qi Longhai, the old man said with joy and affirmation: "Two hours is fine"!

A few strong men sneered, they began to learn to forge swords since they were children, even if they were experienced and experienced swordsmiths, it would take 20 days, two hours, to comfort the little brother.

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