Two horses galloped past, the dust brought up by the horses' hooves flying, and when the dust fell, the two vegetable-colored faces slowly became clear.

One of them said wistfully

"If only I could be as romantic as those people in the rivers and lakes, it would be nice if I didn't have to worry about food and clothing." Another girl should be in harmony

"But no, they punish evil and promote good, come and go as they please, dashing, and respected by all kinds." After that, he turned over and looked at the spotless sky, and the breeze blew on the cheeks of the boys and girls, and brought their minds to the nine heavens.

Idle time always comes and goes, under a dim oil lamp, the girl is carefully helping the boy to sew the already tattered clothes, the two have been dependent on each other for several years, their memories began at sunrise three years ago, on the streets of this town, they do not remember where they came from, where their home is, as if the memory has been rinsed.

Wander in this small town in the mountains. The boy found the edge of the town, cut down two sticks with the broken sword he had picked up, and built a small shack with a few leaves, which became their home from then on.

The boy named himself Yang Ming, the surname was taken from the only teacher in the town, in order to survive, he had to help the people in the town move goods, once to help the town school move tables and chairs, Mr. Teaching saw that he had no name and no surname, it was not easy to call, so he named him a Yang, he wanted to get ahead, which is the origin of Yang Ming's name.

After he had a name, he begged Mr. to give the girl a name, and Mr. saw that he couldn't resist him, so he gave a name - Su Xiu.

Since then, boys and girls have also had names. Instead of the original alas, hey, etc. The two finally gained a firm foothold in the town at the age of sixteen or seventeen, but fortunately, the people of the town are simple, and most of the residents make a living from farming, but this small town can no longer be small but there is a sword-casting furnace, the furnace fire lasts for a long time, no one knows how many years the furnace fire has burned, the oldest old man in the town was born by smelling the smoke of the furnace, Yang Ming can gain a firm foothold in the town, and thanks to the sharpening master Liu Erge, the sharpening master of the sword-casting furnace, he asked Yang Ming to help once, seeing that this child is clever, and he also has some strength, stayed and became an apprentice, which allowed Yang Ming to really gain a firm foothold.

The name of the town is Whitewater, and the source has long been unheard, if you want to force a reason, it is probably a crystal clear spring flowing from the edge of the town.

The winter is warm and the summer is cool, the town is built by the water, and everyone abides by the rules passed down from generation to generation, not to waste and waste this spring of life on which hundreds of people depend.

The water used in the sword furnace also comes from the source of this spring water, and it is precisely because of this spring water that the sword produced by this sword furnace is famous.

A white water sword, also known as white water stream, when swinging the sword, the sword light is like a small white water, very eye-catching, plus the sword body is light, the blade is sharp, but it has also become a good sword that cannot be sought on the rivers and lakes.

When the rooster crowed the next day, Yang Ming sat up from the bed, packed up and rushed to the sword-casting furnace. In the early morning, the weeds on the side of the road were covered with dewdrops, and after Yang Ming ran over, his trousers became wet.

Yang Ming was always afraid that coming to the party would make Second Brother Liu dissatisfied, but in fact, Yang Ming's trouser legs were dried for two points, so he appeared behind the dirt bag in a hurry.

"Let's get started!" A sword was sent, the sword body was slightly red, Liu Erge put his hand into the water and pulled it out, and then quickly grabbed the hilt, the sound was accompanied by water vapor, but Liu Erge's face did not change, and he shouted, Yang Ming poured a scoop of water on the sword body, and the sparks from the sword body and the whetstone were accompanied by a hissing friction sound, quite rhythmic, sharpening is the last step of the sword, and the sharpness of a sword was born in the sparks.

The workers in the sword furnace are different from others, they are full of strength, and they can persist in forging the sword for a long time, it is not that they are born different, but the masters in the sword furnace all hold a mantra.

"Sunrise and sunset, sit cross-legged, hands on knees, heaven and earth are brilliant, keep clear in your heart, slow down your breath, take a long breath, use your thoughts to carry to the lower three fingers of the lower abdomen, repeat many times, the qi is long, the abdomen is hot, the turbidity is discharged, and the strength is endless." This is the mantra that they have passed down from generation to generation, so that their internal strength is growing stronger and stronger, and the sword that has been tempered in one bite is certainly tougher and sharper than other swords.

In the past month, some merchants have come to buy it, and some rangers have come to ask for a sword after hearing about it.