Chai Sang stumbled to the general's mansion, but the son of the general's family was arrogant, pointing at him and sneering: "I killed your daughter? Who saw it? Is there any evidence? Don't slander people casually, your own daughter died innocently, and you still want to rely on your son's head, dream about you! He suddenly lowered his head, his eyes were full of malice, and whispered in Chai Sang's ear: "What if I really killed it?" It's not that she blames herself for not being interesting, this son just sees her beautiful and wants to play with her, but if she has to resist, then she can only come hard. ”

He stared at the craftsman condescendingly, and his tone of voice was as insignificant as stepping on an ant to death, without any guilt, and joked: "When she died, she kept shouting that her father would come to save me." ”

Chai Sang let out a scream of sorrow.

He was beaten to his death by the servants of the General's Mansion and dragged out like a dead dog, and those who watched the excitement surrounded him, either sympathizing or pitying, but none of them dared to step forward. In the end, the neighbors who knew each other couldn't look at him and carried him back to their own house.

On New Year's Day, every family laughed and laughed, but his house was deserted and silent.

Chaisan lay on the bed, buried his face in his palm, and whimpered in pain.

It's not that he hasn't tried to sue the official, but when those officials heard that it was the general's mansion, they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to take the case, and the person who saw the carriage of the general's mansion simply hid directly. He sounded the drum, stopped the carriage, and even made trouble in front of the general's door, but it was all ineffective.

The people of the General's Mansion did not kill him, and seemed to be very happy to see his embarrassment with no recourse for help, and the anger of a humble civilian like him was like tiny grains of sand thrown into the sea, and could not even make a splash.

How sad.

What's even more terrifying is that rumors are starting to spread.

They say that carefree is to be unclear with the man, and thus to be killed by the adulterer. and guessing what happened to Wuwu the night before she died, she quickly changed from a poor victim to a talking point and a topic of conversation after tea and dinner. Instead of being respected, not being sympathized, but being trampled on over and over again.

The family who is married to the worry-free has quickly declared that it has nothing to do with the Chai family. The gentle, well-mannered fiancé never came to the door again, and the former friendship was like a trace on the snow, but one night, there was no trace.

Also, it is really not a wise thing to offend the general's mansion for a dead fiancée who has lost her innocence.

It's just that......

It's just that the most beautiful wedding dress in the city has not yet been embroidered.

In order to make up the bride price, he was busy playing iron and casting swords every day, even if he dragged the sick body, he had to rush out more work, and now the water grosgrain has been bought, and it is placed on the desk of his daughter's boudoir, but there is no girl who can help him rub his knees, and will count him down without caring about his body.

She died in fear.

Memories are so dim that there is always a gray fog overhead. Chai Sang buried his daughter next to the tomb of his wife in the back mountain, bought dozens of jars of spring wine and sat in front of the grave.

He didn't speak, just drank silently, as if hoping to get drunk here. This short, ugly man had nothing left and no courage to live any longer.

He can't get revenge, he can't get justice for his daughter, he's so incompetent, like a waste.

It seems that when I was a child, I accompanied my daughter to the street to visit the temple fair, and when I saw someone pretending to be a ghost at the temple fair, the little girl was so frightened that she hid in her father's arms and screamed again and again.

"Don't be afraid, this is fake, even if it's true, it doesn't matter, Dad will protect you." He awkwardly comforted his daughter in his arms.

"Liar! Dad can only cast swords, and he can't do martial arts, how can he protect me! ”

"Daddy's ancestor is the most famous swordsmith in the Yuezhi country, Daddy will forge a sword for you in the future that can drive away the bad guys, you have this sword, you are not afraid of anything."

"Dad, when I was a three-year-old child, how could there be a sword in the world that could drive away the bad guys?" The little girl pouted in disbelief: "Dad is fooling me again." ”

"Yes, well, Daddy's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once said that as long as you give birth to the sword of the sword spirit, you can protect the master."

"Sword Spirit? What is that? ”

"As for the sword spirit, the sword has its own consciousness, just like us, it has its own joys, sorrows, and sorrows......"

The voice faded away, and the man sitting in front of the tomb looked confused and kicked the empty jar away.

He broke his promise, he didn't make a sword that could protect his daughter. He is just an ordinary swordsmith, ugly in appearance, ordinary in talent, after losing his father and mother, he lost his wife, and only one daughter has a pearl in his hand, but his last bit of light in the world has also been rudely taken away. He wanted revenge, but he couldn't even touch the door of the enemy's house, and he was dragged out.

He can't be the greatest swordsmith in the world, nor can he be the most ordinary father in the world.

Fate is impermanent, and it is not up to people to decide.

The wind blew indifferently in the distance, blowing the flowers and plants in front of the grave to the ground, like giving birth to a phantom, ignorant and having its own mind.

The drunken craftsman looked at it, and his expression suddenly changed.

Sword and Soul ......

The sword spirit, that is a legendary spiritual artifact. Mortals cannot forge a sword with a sword spirit. Most of the spiritual weapons with sword spirits are born and raised, and they are unusual from the raw materials of the sword.

Not to mention that he is ordinary, even if he is extremely talented, it is impossible to use ordinary iron to forge such a divine sword.

However, there may be exceptions.

It seemed that the wine all over his body was sobering up in an instant, and when he saw Chai Sang, he seemed to have thought of something, stood up suddenly, and ran home desperately.

New Year's peach charms were still posted all over the house, but the tables and chairs were covered in a thick layer of dust - since Sansso's death, this place has lost its life.

Hairpin followed him, and saw him running back to the house like crazy, dragging a few boxes from under the bed. These boxes contained books left by Chaisang's father, which were said to have been handed down from their ancestors for sword casting. When I was a child, I used to go in and look at it, but then I gradually lost interest. Some of the maps here are very old and cannot be used at all. Some are even fragments, piled up in a mess like a ball of waste paper.

Chaisan buried almost his entire body in these books, not knowing what he was looking for.

Hairpin looked at him curiously.

He flipped through one and threw it aside, opened another, and I don't know how long it took for the sky to turn from day to darkness, and from night to sunrise.

The morning light shone through the window of the small courtyard and onto the floor of the house.

"Found it." A hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the room.

Hairpin shook and looked back at the room.

Chai Sang knelt on the ground, a small ray of sunlight shining on his face, illuminating his bloodshot eyes clearly, and those eyes exuded a strange fanaticism at the moment.

The craftsman clutched a letter in his hand and muttered, "Found it." ”