The town of clouds.

A lonely mountain town.

An isolated existence.

This is the home of the swordsmiths.

The houses here are low, the roofs are not high, and the houses in the whole town are almost next to each other.

The house looks old, even a little dilapidated, but it has a unique aesthetic that gives it a very quiet feeling,

In China's era of cold weapons, Yunzhong Town is destined to be a town full of legends.

There are three kinds of people living in the clouds: swordsmiths, alchemists, and craftsmen.

Although they are ordinary, they also have their own unique charm, and each of their works is very shocking.

Their work is always full of mystery and fantasy, but at the same time full of violence and destruction.

It's like a double-edged sword, destroying enemies while also bringing inevitable damage to yourself.

Yunzhong Town has four regions, the east is home to swordsmiths, and the north is a settlement of artisans; The western part is a distribution area for mineral and food resources, while the southern part is a barren mountain forest, which is sparsely populated and rarely encounters wealthy caravans passing by.

In the southernmost part of Yunzhong Town, a large mountain can be faintly seen, and the mountain towers into the clouds, reaching into the sky, like a sharp sword piercing into the sky, straight into the earth.

This mountain is the legendary South Mountain.

Looking at Yunzhong Town from a distance, it looks like floating in the middle of the misty mountainside, giving people the illusion that as long as Yunzhong Town is slightly tilted, it can fall down from the halfway point of Nanshan.

There are many legends in the town of Clouds.

Legend has it that the history of Yunzhong Town is more than hundreds of years, in the distant past, Yunzhong Town still existed in an ancient country, which was a strong and rich country, where the people lived comfortably and happily, but then that country suffered an unprecedented war, because of defenseless, this once prosperous country became a land of death, and the royal family of that country disappeared without a trace overnight.

Since then, the people of Yunzhong Town have made a living by smelting iron and forging swords for generations.

The people here love this profession and worship the swordsmith.

The people of Cloud Town also believe that sooner or later, this sky will be forged into the brightest star, and that star will definitely shine on the roof of their home, making their roof glittering with golden light and making their house magnificent.

Yunzhong Town is not big, but its prosperity is no less than that of Yingdu.

To the north, there are many shops.

Some of the shops are crowded with people, and people are walking into the town in an endless stream.

There are those who sell clothes and shoes, there are those who sell jewelry, there are those who sell rouge gouache, and so on.

Some people are setting up stalls, some are hanging out, and some are picking up some daily necessities.

The streets are bustling and lively.

The people of Cloud Town are very talkative, so in their spare time, people can always hear about the legend of the swordsmith's leader.

Legend has it that the swordsmith once had a very beautiful wife named Mo Ye.

Mo Xie is gentle and virtuous, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and is a talented woman in the true sense.

Mo Ye's father was also a very famous swordsmith, he was the best friend of the gan, and both the cadre and his wife received his true inheritance in terms of sword-forging skills.

Mo Xie is an empathetic girl, she knows that the Gan Jiang is a man who loves her very much, and he is also a very good swordsmith.

When Mo Xie first got married, the cadre and his wife were very happy.

Their marriage was very happy.

Soon, Mo Xie gave birth to a son for the cadre.

The son was born, his eyebrows were very long and thick, the eyebrows were broad, faintly with a heroic spirit, and between the eyebrows, there was a faint red mole, like a petal, blooming on the eyebrows, which made people want to reach out and touch the red dot.

"Cadre, how about you look at our son's eyebrows?" Mo Ye looked at his son's appearance and couldn't help but ask her husband.

"Well, it's pretty good, I like it!" The cadre said with a smile, his eyes were full of kindness, full of pride and pride.

"And what should you name your son?"

"Well, it's up to you to take it, I like everything you take!" The cadre said, a pair of deep eyes looking at Mo Ye in front of him.

Mo Xie pondered for a while and said, "Let's call it the ruler between the eyebrows!" "

"Yes, yes! Eyebrow ruler, eyebrow ruler! The cadre shouted again and again, his face was full of happiness and relief, this was the first time he had a son, and his mood was inevitably excited.

"Look, my son's eyebrows are so beautiful!" Mo Xie smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke the eyebrows between his eyebrows, his eyes were full of maternal brilliance, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, with tenderness.

"Well, it's really beautiful, it's beautiful!" The cadre said in a loud voice.

Mo Ye snickered for a while, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and secretly thought in his heart, cadre, look, our son looks like you!

"Cadre, you've worked hard all these years!" Mo Ye said suddenly, looking at the cadre beside him.

"Where, what I did is nothing!" The general said, his eyes flashing with a soft light.

"Cadre, in fact, I have always wanted to tell you, all these years, thank you very much!" Mo Ye looked at the cadre and said softly.

"I know, you're afraid I'm tired!" The cadre said.

"Yes, I'm worried about you, my god-rich husband!" Mo Ye said.

"Hey, silly girl!" The cadre said with a smile, reaching out to touch Mo Ye's hair, his eyes were full of pampering.

"Cadre, you don't have to be too tired!" Mo Xie said softly, there was a sweet feeling in her heart, and her heart was full of warmth and touch.

"Hehe, don't worry! My wife, my baby! The general smiled.

"Oops, hate it, you're just a flamboyant tongue, you know how to make me happy!" Mo Xie smiled, with an indescribable sense of warmth in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the cadre's gaze, full of tenderness and sweetness.

"Hehe........." the cadre laughed, and his eyes flashed with happiness.

Happy days are like the river next to Yunzhong Town, which never stops flowing day by day.

Under the expectations of Mo Ye and the cadre, the ruler between the eyebrows grew day by day.

The eyebrows between the eyebrows are getting thicker and thicker, the eyes are getting deeper and deeper, the whole face is becoming more and more resolute, and there is a faint touch of heroism between the eyebrows.

However, one night, Mo Ye suddenly noticed a wisp of red shooting out between his son's eyebrows.

The red thread jumped at the center of his son's brow, like a cluster of flames.

What is that?

Mo Ye didn't know.

The son's body began to tremble.

The more the ruler between the eyebrows trembled, the more the red light jumped more violently.