Tong Zhizhao had an illusion in his heart, he always felt that the person in front of him was not an immortal.

How could the gods be shy, and how could they let the blacksmith shop cast a sword for him, in short, it is strange.

Tong Zhizhao then asked, "Sir, are you really a fairy?" ”

Chen Changsheng saw him ask like this, so he replied, "No." ”

Tong Zhizhao raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "The more I say this, the more I believe it." ”

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but ask when he heard this: "Then tell me, where am I like an immortal?" ”

Tong Zhizhao sighed and said, "It's just that it doesn't look like anywhere, that's why I think it's strange." ”

Mr. Chen touched his head with a smile and said, "It's better if I'm not, and besides, I'm not a god yet." ”

Tong Zhizhao sighed slightly in his heart, he couldn't figure out what kind of identity this gentleman was now.

Walking and walking, Chen Changsheng suddenly paused.

Tong Zhizhao paused for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Why did Mr. stop." ”

Chen Changsheng looked into the distance.

The sun was about to fall down the mountain at dusk, and there was a vague feeling in his heart......

I'm going to die again.

Chen Changsheng was a little helpless in his heart, in the past, he had already controlled his emotions and tried not to feel too sorry, but this time he was unspeakably unhappy.

But when I think about it, this time I lived for three days, and it was always much better than before.

Chen Changsheng came back to his senses, looked at Tong Zhi and said, "I'm afraid Chen can't stay longer, can Tong Xiaolangjun help Cheng get the sword when he arrives." ”

"Take the sword?" Tong Zhizhao thought about it for a while, but felt a little embarrassed, and said, "But Mr. ......"

Chen Changsheng said: "If the silver is not enough, Tong Xiaolangjun can go to the City God Temple, and after three incense sticks, he will tell the statue of the City God, and say that Chen borrowed it." ”

Tong Zhizhao was a little hesitant, but finally agreed.

Chen Changsheng then reminded: "Remember, after you get the sword, wrap it in cloth, don't take it out, or you will directly hand it over to the old city god and let him keep it for you." ”

Tong Zhizhao also paid attention to it after hearing this, and promised: "Don't worry, sir." ”

Chen Changsheng nodded, and he was relieved in his heart.

He took a step and walked on.

Tong Zhizhao asked, "Mr. is leaving?" ”

"Well, I'm leaving."

"Oh."

Tong Zhizhao agreed, and then said no more.

He had a lot of things in his mind to ask, but he didn't know how to speak.

The two of them came all the way to the edge of the West Bridge.

Standing at his head, Chen Changsheng looked at Tong Zhi and said, "You go back early, you and I have an unfinished fate, see you next time." ”

Tong Zhizhao's lips opened slightly, but he saw that the gentleman waved his hand, as if he was saying goodbye, and walked onto the west bridge.

"Mr. Chen!"

Tong Zhizhao shouted.

"Huh?"

Chen Changsheng turned his head and looked at him.

Tong Zhi called the words out of his mouth, but he didn't ask, and finally only turned into a sentence.

"Sir, walk slowly."

Chen Changsheng smiled kindly, nodded and continued to walk forward.

In Tong Zhizhao's sight, when Mr. Chen walked on the bridge, his figure had become illusory.

The last rays of light on the horizon dissipated.

Chen Changsheng's figure turned into a little bit of gravel, and it dissipated on the bridge with a gust of wind.

Tong Zhizhao stared at this scene with wide eyes, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Standing under the bridge, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

……

It was completely dark.

The sound of insects in the mountains gradually became arrogant under the night, and a layer of moonlight shrouded the world.

Xuanhuang, who was standing at the gate of the view, saw that dark night.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As he expected, it would be a long time before the gentleman returned.

Chang Shan came to the gate of the temple and asked, "Master, is Mr. Big still back?" ”

Xuan Huang replied, "I will come back, but it will be a long time before I return." ”

"For a long time?"

"Well, probably, about three years."

"So long!!"

Chang Shan was shocked when he heard this, and asked, "What is Mr. Big going to do?" ”

Xuan Huang stretched out his hand, touched Chang Shan's head, and said with a smile: "People like Mr. always have a lot of things to do, so you can't stay on the mountain all the time." ”

Chang Shan opened his mouth, he was a little reluctant in his heart, but when he heard what the master said, he felt that it should be so.

Mr. Big, he should be a busy person.

"Master."

Chang Shan said: "Does Mr. Big really know Shizu? ”

"Acquaintance."

Xuan Huang said: "Moreover, your master and I are also the juniors of Mr. ”

Chang Shan asked, "But ......?"

"You think Mr. looks too young, don't you?"

"Yes."

Xuan Huang smiled and said, "Sometimes seeing is not true. ”

Chang Shan was puzzled and looked at the master.

However, Xuanhuang didn't say any more, turned around, and returned to the Taoist temple.

Chang Shan stood alone at the door of the Taoist temple, figuring out the meaning of Master's words.

"Seeing isn't necessarily believing? What is the meaning? ”

Chang Shan frowned slightly, always a little puzzled.

Or rather, he didn't dare to think about it.

His eyes looked at the peach tree in the courtyard, and his intuition told him that perhaps what he didn't dare to think of was the answer.

Chang Shan breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the bright moon above his head.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

……

The sound of clanging sounded in the blacksmith's shop.

Sparks splash into the ground.

The blacksmith Niu Er hammered the iron embryo in front of him hard, then soaked it in water, and then put it into the furnace to burn.

He wiped his sweat and turned to look at a handful of hair that lay aside.

Niu Er picked up the hair, and he smiled and said, "It's the first time I've seen such a ...... when I put the hair into the sword."

But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

When the iron embryo came out again, he tried to melt the hair into it.

But beneath the reddened iron embryo, there was not the slightest trace of the hair to be burned.

"Huh?"

Niu Er's eyes widened, and he rubbed his eyes again, feeling a little incredible.

He pinched the hair out with iron tongs.

The same as it was, not the same at all!

"This is hair?"

Niu Er felt a little stunned and tried again.

He began to thrash, but no matter what, he couldn't seem to get the hair into the iron.

Niu Er swallowed his saliva and muttered, "What a hell!" ”

He didn't think it was going to be hair.

How can there be a fire that does not burn and hammer the hair constantly.

In the days that followed, he tried several more times, and even burned his hair without hitting the iron embryo.

Once, he burned it for a day, and the hair came out of the stove as it was.

Niu Er was helpless in the end, so he thought of a way.

"It's better to wrap it directly in the iron embryo, and you won't be able to see it anyway......"

So, Niu Er first made an iron box out, then put his hair into it, and then beat it to make the two iron embryos glue together, and the hair was embedded in the middle of the sword body.