Early morning.

The glow of the sun shines on the dense fog and reflects colorful light.

Han Chuang stood in this colorful light, and in front of him was a puddle of mud that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, and the end of the quagmire was shrouded in a thick fog.

The white scribe's shirt he was wearing, undamaged by the previous night's battle, and a long sword with a green snakeskin sheath hung from his waist.

He stared at the quagmire in front of him, and couldn't help but think of what Helian Qingshi said last night.

By the way, Helian Qingshi is the old man in the cave, a poor man, a pathetic man.

"Since ancient times, forging swords requires the blood of spiritual creatures to send swords, do you know why?" Helian Qingshi stared at Han Chuang, his voice steady and calm.

"I don't know. Han Chuang replied truthfully.

If he knew this, he would inevitably have the title of a swordsmith master; ordinary craftsmen only cast their shapes, while swordsmiths are more concerned with shaping the soul of the sword.

The sword soul is an ethereal thing, some people believe that it exists, some people don't, but every swordsmith believes in the existence of the sword soul, and it is because of the sword soul that the sword they forge will be different.

Helian Qingshi looked at Han Chuang, smiled slightly, and touched the scars on his face, like a multi-legged centipede, trembling.

"The bloodline of the spirit can make the sword have some strange characteristics, like the most fire fox, using the blood of the fire fox to sacrifice the sword, it will make the sword have the attribute of fire, if it is a familiar spirit object sacrificing the sword, it will make the sword have the attribute of water-"

Han Chuang couldn't help but interrupt Helian Qingshi's words: "But I don't need these attributes. ”

That's right, the heavy sword doesn't need attributes, at least not the attributes of the Five Elements Stream.

Helian Qingshi smiled slightly, his nose and eyes were almost connected, extremely ugly. "No, the heavy sword you are talking about needs an attribute. ”

"What?" Han Chuang said.

Helian Qingshi slowly spit out a word: "Heavy." ”

Han Chuang suddenly realized.

The martial artists of the Shenzhou Continent are much stronger than the martial artists of Jin Yong's world, and the Xuantie Sword of more than eighty catties is obviously not enough, but just like Helian Qingshi said, the sword body cannot be too big, and the sword body that is too large will affect the use of sword moves, so Xuantie alone is not enough.

Han Chuang said, "You mean, the stone ape is a demon beast with heavy attributes?"

"Not bad. Helian Qingshi nodded, "If you add an appropriate amount of stone ape blood to your heavy sword, the old man is sure that on the basis of keeping the sword body one person high, the weight of the heavy sword will reach three thousand catties."

"Three thousand catties!" Han Chuang gasped, but soon laughed and said, "Okay, it's just three thousand catties." ”

Helian Qingshi's eyelids lifted and said with a smile: "You can use a three-thousand-pound heavy sword?"

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Maybe you can't use it now, but it's almost the same, new weapons always need a process of adaptation." ”

Helian Qingshi shook his head and said mockingly: "Young man, you are not afraid of being flashed by the wind when you say big things. ”

Han Chuang smiled: "I never flash my tongue, and I never say big things. ”

The weight of 3,000 catties may be a bit difficult for Han Chuang, but it is by no means unbearable. His body has been transformed by the Five Fists of the I Ching and the Nan'a Sword Sutra, far surpassing the physical body of a martial artist of the same level, and his physical strength is incredible.

Three thousand catties, even if he doesn't use his true anger, he can use it.

Helian Qingshi snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Okay, since you think you can use it, I won't persuade you, the sword is yours, and you will use it after it is cast, anyway, I will only shoot this time, in short, you have to catch a stone ape for me." ”

Han Chuang said: "If you want to die, you want to live." ”

Helian Qingshi almost didn't come up in one breath, and said angrily: "Of course it is to live, and the blood sacrifice is not to kill demon beasts, only a part of the spiritual blood is needed, but it must be fresh, and it will have no effect if it is out of the body for too long." ”

Han Chuang nodded disappreciatively and said, "Where can I catch this kind of stone ape." ”

Helian Qingshi said: "Coincidentally, there is a stone ape in this Valley of Forgotten Worries. ”

"Coincidentally?" Han Chuang stared at Helian Qingshi with a playful look, he didn't believe in this kind of thing, practice has proved that the so-called coincidence is planned most of the time.

"You don't want me to help you get this stone ape, do you? Han Chuang said.

Helian Qingshi's old face turned red, and he said angrily: "Who said that! Demon beasts with heavy attributes are already scarce, and the old man only thinks of stone apes for a while." ”

The heavy attribute is considered to be the reinforcement of the earth demon beast, and the bloodline is called an ordinary earth demon beast is much more noble, and the difficulty of catching it is naturally much higher.

The reason why Helian Qingshi moved to live in the Valley of Forgotten Worries was to a large extent because he fell in love with this stone ape, but unfortunately, his strength was not good and he couldn't sit still.

Now that Han Chuang is given such a free labor, how can he let it go so easily.

Seeing that Han Chuang still had a playful expression, Helian Qingshi simply resorted to an arrogant and arrogant method, and said angrily: "Anyway, you get a stone ape for the old man, and the old man will open the furnace for you to practice the sword!"

When things are made clear, the problem will become simpler, just like at this moment, Han Chuang smiled slightly, and said in a strange tone: "That's nature. ”

"By the way, where is this stone ape in the Valley of Forgotten Worries?" Han Chuang finally asked the most crucial question.

Helian Qingshi twisted the day, and finally said: "The stone ape is very cunning, has the ability to override the soil, and its old nest is in the middle of a quagmire in the valley. ”

Two

The morning light shot into Han Chuang's eyes, awakening the memory, and he smiled slightly, picked up a withered branch at random, and threw it into the mud.

The branch struggled twice, and finally began to sink, but in a few seconds, it disappeared into the mud, and everything was calm as if nothing had happened.

"It's really like what the old man Helian Qingshi said, the grass and trees can't float. Han Chuang said to himself, "By the way, Xiaobai, what can you do, I remember that there are many such quagmires in Yunmengze." ”

Xiao Bai's voice sounded in his heart: "Don't think about it, the quagmire in Yunmengze is different from this quagmire, Yunmengze is a naturally formed quagmire, and the quagmire is transformed by a stone ape, if you want to go over, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky." ”

Han Chuang raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, is it really harder than climbing to the sky?"

Xiaobai said: "I only know that as long as you stand on it, you will sink, let alone move forward, I think that old man doesn't want to forge a sword for you, and deliberately makes it difficult for you." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "I don't think so. ”

Xiaobai said disdainfully: "What don't you think so? Don't you think he's making things difficult for you?"

"Nope. Han Chuang shook his head and said, "He is embarrassed for me, but he also wants to see my ability, although this quagmire is insurmountable, it is not completely insurmountable." ”

Xiaobai was puzzled: "What can you do?"

Han Chuang smiled mysteriously and said, "Mountain people have their own tricks. ”

Throwing the dead branch into the quagmire just now gave him a little inspiration: although the dead branch finally sank, it did not start sinking immediately, but only sank after floating for a few seconds, the people of the Shenzhou Continent did not understand the distance of buoyancy, and naturally thought that the quagmire was difficult for grass and trees to drift, but Han Chuang understood that as long as the branches were tied into a raft and created a large enough volume, they could cross the quagmire.

I saw him walk to the edge of the forest, use his palm like a knife, cut off a big tree, take the tip of the tender finger, and weave it into two small rafts with a few strokes, and put it on his feet, like skis.

Two long branches were broken and used as ski poles.

"Ready. He laughs.

Seeing his confident appearance, Xiaobai couldn't help but say, "Master, do you really think this thing can work?"

Han Chuang stomped his feet twice and said with a smile: "Of course, this is science. ”

Xiaobai was puzzled: "What is science?" ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "You can understand it as the most powerful martial art in the world, which can make ordinary humans do things that many martial artists can do." ”

Xiaobai didn't believe this, and said disdainfully: "It's okay to fly to the sky?"

Han Chuang smiled: "Of course, flying away is only the most basic. ”

Xiaobai said: "I don't believe it. ”

Han Chuang smiled: "You will believe it in a while." Before the words fell, I saw Han Chuang holding two chess pieces in his hand and throwing them towards the dense forest.

"Pop" twice, hitting the branches.

A white shadow leapt out of the woods, towards the thick fog in the center of the quagmire.

Xiaobai's voice sounded in his heart: "It's a stone ape, it's a stone ape, the master is chasing after it!"

Han Chuang waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not busy." "The stone ape hid in its nest, thinking it was safe, but it didn't want to be a turtle in an urn.

Han Chuang jumped into the quagmire, leaned forward slightly, and tapped the surface of the quagmire with the long branch in his hand, and his body suddenly drew forward.

Xiaobai's surprised voice sounded: "Master, it's really okay, it's really not sinking!"

Han Chuang smiled disappreliantly: "This is the power of science, you can take a good look." "Sharpen the mud with a branch, and the body rushes out like an arrow from the string.

At the beginning, Han Chuang was still a little panicked in his heart, but he was afraid that the raft under his feet was not large enough to support his weight, but after sliding out for a few feet, he only felt that he was walking like the wind, and there was no force under his feet, and there was no sign of sinking.

But after a while, he broke into the thick fog, and suddenly opened up in front of him, only to see a small island standing in the middle of the quagmire, and the rows of plum blossoms on the island were like uneven layers of waves, from shallow to deep, from dark to shallow, white, yellow, pink, dotted in between, perfectly combined, without the slightest sense of abruptness, that is, Han Chuang, who does not like to appreciate flowers, saw it, and couldn't help but admire.

At this moment, I only heard Xiaobai say: "Be careful, master, this fog is poisonous!"

Han Chuang laughed out loud and said, "Got it!"

This isolated island stands in the quagmire, year after year, no human has ever climbed, the plum blossoms open and wither, countless reincarnations, the petals rot, condensed into a miasma, and naturally endured.

There is no need for Xiaobai to remind him, Han Chuang will also notice this.

Long before entering the dense fog, he sealed his nasal cavity with true qi, and only filtered it with skin breathing, unlike other martial artists, with the devouring martial soul, he didn't have to worry about consumption at all, so he could stay in the miasma for a long time.

The trail was in front of him, Han Chuang jumped into the land, and a down-to-earth sense of pleasure suddenly rose in his heart, and when he was about to vent, he saw a white shadow flickering in front of him, and a snow-white ape with a whole body drilled out of the plum blossoms, only two feet high, less than Han Chuang's long sword, seeing Han Chuang's arrival, his eyes couldn't help but keep showing an incredible look.

"It's you!" Han Chuang said with a smile in his heart.