Ding, ding, ding, ding......

A series of rhythmic percussions, pulsing and flying in the soft morning light. The old blacksmith in coarse linen clothes wielded a hammer and kept tapping the red-hot iron pieces under the iron tongs, and the heat wave dissipated the residual coolness of the morning sun, and people couldn't help but feel dry lips for a while.

His gray hair was a little fluffy, and a layer of sweat the size of a bean dot had appeared on the old blacksmith's forehead, and he frowned, his eyes showed a trace of sharp light, and the rhythm in his hands was not messed up at all.

"Don't stop bellows, Xiaoyi, haven't you had breakfast?" The thick cigarette in his mouth splashed a little spark, and the roar of the old blacksmith sounded with the thick fog. The kid who bent over to pull the bellows shook his body, and immediately increased the strength of the bellows, and the flames in the furnace seemed to confirm his hard work, and they burned fiercely.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose a few more points.

Not far from the old blacksmith hung a worn-out wooden plaque with a hammer and a sword—the sign of a blacksmith's shop, and the wooden plaque signifying that the blacksmith was no more than the lowest of all the craftsmen.

The shabby appearance of the wooden sign also seemed to mock the blacksmith's incompetence.

I don't know how long it took, but the old blacksmith's thick cigarette had burned out, and the temperature around the humble blacksmith's shop had finally risen to a somewhat terrifying level. The clanging of the hammer ceased, and a sword that was too red appeared under the old blacksmith's tongs.

"Ha, I can feel the excitement of the sword in my hand, like drinking a glass of aged ale!" the old blacksmith exclaimed with a red face, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, only to see him carry it neatly to a pool, "Quench!"

The old blacksmith's eyes narrowed, waiting for the sword to be born, and the expectant gaze between his eyes seemed to be waiting to uncover the mud seal of the aged wine.

After quenching, the cold glow flowed, as if the temperature of the entire blacksmith's burrow had just risen by three points, but the old blacksmith's eyes showed a hint of disappointment. Then, as if to confirm his eyes, the blade made of steel climbed a crack in a helpless sigh, and then broke with a clatter.

"Grandpa Moyan......" The kid with the bellows stood up straight and came to the old blacksmith's side, not dissatisfied with the scolding he received at first, but looked at the old blacksmith with some concern, and wanted to comfort but closed his mouth before the old blacksmith frowned and groaned.

It was a lean boy of about eight years old, and his eyes were bright, like a spring of starlight. His black hair was a little fluffy, his well-defined little face was flushed with the heat, and he was dressed in a light gray apprentice's cloth coat, and his large thick gloves made him look a little clumsy, which he used to pull bellows.

The old blacksmith waved his hand, put the broken blade aside, then looked at the kid, smiled slightly, and said, "That's it, it's not the first time it's broken, just get used to it...... Xiaoyi, you wait to take this broken sword to the sword rack on the side, maybe someone will buy it soon, hehe. ”

"Well, you know, Grandpa Moyan. Xiao Yi nodded obediently, and was about to get the broken sword, but the old blacksmith stopped him again, "Xiao Yi, there are not a few days before the festival, and I won't strike iron these days, you can put the broken sword aside and go play by yourself later, I will go to the mayor's house for a while." ”

Saying that, the old blacksmith sorted out the tools beside him, then took out a thick cigarette roll from his pocket, borrowed a fire by the stove, and took it in his mouth, he looked at Xiaoyi's back, sighed faintly, and then shook his fluffy white hair with his hand, and turned to leave.

With him gone, the temperature around the humble blacksmith dropped considerably.

Xiao Yi took the broken sword and quickly came to the so-called sword stand, saying that it was a sword stand, but it was just a shelf made of wood to place weapons. On that sword stand, you can still see many of the same broken swords, and it is interesting to note that almost all of them are broken into the same "style......

"Ha, isn't this Yun Yi, it's early!" Yun Yi just placed the broken sword on the sword stand, and a middle-aged man in a brown robe walked beside him, holding a heavy sheepskin-wrapped book in one hand, and waving lightly with the other, he greeted Yun Yi.

"Morning, Uncle Xiao Chuan!" Yun Yi smiled at the middle-aged man, and there was a childishness in his laughter that had not yet faded.

Xiao Chuan walked over to Yunyi, his short brown hair gave people a sense of spirit, coupled with the kind smile on his face, which made people feel extremely good. There seemed to be a special layer of something around him, which made everyone near him feel very comfortable, and Yun Yi loved being with him because of this.

Gently touching Yunyi's head, Xiao Chuan said with a smile: "In the past few days, we are going to be busy again, so you can just have fun, remember not to leave the town too far." ”

Yun Yi nodded obediently, every year before and after the festival is his favorite day, but there is no other reason, just because there will be a lot of "outsiders" to come to their town before and after the festival. It's not that he likes any lively scenes, but he likes to listen to people from outside talk about those strange things. For a little one, curiosity is always what drives them to discover new things.

Xiao Chuan's gaze quickly fell on the sword rack beside Yun Yi, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It seems that Master Ye's broken sword seems to have added a new masterpiece!"

Yun Yi's lips couldn't help pursing, "Uncle Xiao Chuan, don't tease Grandpa Moyan, beware of him throwing the cigarette roll on you after hearing it......"

Xiao Chuan smiled, did not respond to Yun Yi's words, but patted him on the shoulder, "You don't have to worry too much about Master Ye, he has that bullish temper, he has to use his own unique sword-forging method to forge a sword, it is useless for us to persuade him for so many years, alas......"

Seeing that Yun Yi didn't speak, Xiao Chuan didn't say anything, raised his feet and walked in the direction where the old blacksmith left. Before leaving, he glanced at the broken sword on the sword rack again, and sighed helplessly, but in that sigh, it seemed to contain some other emotions.

Looking at the back of Xiao Chuan leaving, Yun Yi still had that warm smile on his face.

The name of his town is Prellit, a name that is said to have been around for a long time, meaning "undisturbed resting place" in ancient texts.

It is said to be a town, but there are only a dozen families, and this generation seems to be the only descendant of him. According to the elders, his father and mother worked in the world outside the town, and they had not returned for so many years, and they had not received any news, but every year he could receive a letter that had not been sent, and the letter full of warm family affection accompanied him through every year after he became sensible.

Almost everyone in the town of Prellett has a deep friendship, and there are only more than 20 people in the whole town, just like a harmonious family, and the rich family atmosphere fills the emptiness of Yunyi's heart. The old blacksmith Ye Moyan was extremely kind, but when he cast the sword, he would be stern as if he had changed as a person, so Yun Yi was used to Ye Moyan's scolding of him when he was casting the sword.

Every time it is time for the festival, Yun Yi will be very happy, because every few days after the festival, someone in the town will accompany him to the nearest town. His father and mother would send letters to that town at this time of year, and it became almost customary year after year.

Yunyi came to the entrance of the village of Prellett Town, and from here there was the Yin Wind Forest, and after passing through the Yin Wind Forest, you could reach the nearest town. I heard the old blacksmith say that there are man-eating demonic beasts in the Yin Wind Forest, and if you get lost in it, you will definitely die a miserable death. Yun Yi also went to the nearest town under the leadership of the village elders, and he was the usual one, and he would never dare to get too close to the Yin Wind Forest.

But recently it was the day of the festival, and according to the custom, the Yin Wind Forest during this time was very calm, because Yun Yi had heard the old blacksmith say that those people who came from outside were very powerful masters, and they were able to defeat those man-eating demonic beasts and make those monsters stay away.

The Yin Wind Forest exudes a secluded atmosphere, and the bright morning sun spills into the Yin Wind Forest, leaving no traces.

Yun Yi seemed to think of something, then hesitated, couldn't help biting his lip, then took a deep breath and raised his feet and ran towards the Yin Wind Forest.