After noon, Zhi Hunt Zhen left alone, leaving the breeze to meditate and recuperate.

When he passed the smithy again, the door was open, and a half-blackened curtain hung from it, and the steaming heat from it was "dang dong dong" without stopping.

Shin Shikari lifted the curtain of the door, and there were no other guests inside. A shirtless man lifted a hammer in one hand, clamped the red-hot knife embryo with the other hand, and put it on the cutting board to beat continuously, and the sparks burst one after another.

"Guest officer, what do you want to do?" The big man turned his head, and the shiny beads of sweat rolled down the bulging pectoralis major muscle, landing on the cutting board, and a white smoke came out. He saw the green linen coat that Zhi Hunt Zhen was wearing, and his face showed a hint of discoloration, but the hammer in his hand did not stop, and it fell suddenly, shaking Zhi Hunt Zhen's eardrums numb.

"I want to fight a sword that suits me. Zhi Hunt Zhen took a deep look at the shiny skin of the big man, the color was earthy yellow, and the muscle texture was densely intertwined, which looked like wrinkles at first glance, which was the unique omen of the Zhi clan's secret Houtu Pulling Out Body Alchemy. If it weren't for the bloodline of the branch clan, it would never be possible to cultivate.

"What materials do you want to use? Refined iron, bronze or tungsten steel, mixed gold? How long, wide, and thick should it be, and what style should it be? What are the requirements for the hilt, sword, and scabbard?" asked the big man casually, and the hammer kept knocking on himself.

"Is the shopkeeper there, can I talk to him in person?" Shigari's eyes swept over the iron furnace and sink in the corner of the house, and the iron ore and metal piled up, turning to the hidden inner room.

The big man raised his eyebrows: "This little thing, why bother the shopkeeper? ”

Zhijia Zhen groaned for a moment and said, "I want to carve this pattern on the hilt of the sword." He walked to the edge of the sink, dipped his fingers in the water, and drew the words "Zhishi" on the earthen wall.

Dahan's expression was shocked, and he couldn't help but stop striking iron, and the young man was unhurried, and wrote the words "Bailing Mountain".

Dahan opened his round eyes and stared at Zhi Hunt Zhen in disbelief: "You ......"

"I'm from Bailing Mountain. ”

With a "bang", the big man threw away the hammer, rushed to the inner room, and shouted excitedly: "Dad!

Immediately, a shirtless old man who was also tall rushed out, with a majestic body like a mountain, wearing only a pair of calf nose pants, his face was black and yellow, and his eyes looked at Zhi Hunt Zhen with blazing eyes: "The guest is from Bailing Mountain?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen nodded and said: "Towering and boundless, the back soil pulls out the ground, the air runs through the nine secluded, and the power passes through the mountains and rivers......" is the secret essence of the Houtu pull out the earth.

"Dad, it's really our people!" exclaimed the big man with joy.

The old man's eyes widened: "Don't close the door yet, what are you shouting!"

The iron door was closed, the room was darkened, Zhi Hunt Zhen and the old man looked at each other for a long time, and the fire light from the iron furnace reflected the sadness and joy on the old man's face.

Eight hundred years ago, the Zhi tribe went away to the wilderness and was frequently intercepted and killed. The head of the branch clan, Zhi Dangdang, led his eldest son to rush all the way to break through, and secretly dismissed the remaining three sons on the way, each carrying a small number of clansmen and tribal treasures, hierarching in the wilderness, incognito.

Since then, the Zhi clan has gained a foothold in Bailing Mountain. In order to prevent the Yu clan from coveting, the Quartet made a secret agreement that unless someone achieves a witch spirit, the descendants will never contact each other, so as to preserve the bloodline.

"Someone in Bailing Mountain has achieved a witch spirit?" the old man asked in a trembling voice, eight hundred years have passed, and his vein has long since decayed, leaving only the father and son, who live in this sheep slaughtering and gathering.

Zhi Hunt Zhen bowed slightly, and in his soul, the eight-winged golden cicada let out a long roar, clear and agitated. The old man's father and son's blood throbbed, their hearts and souls were turbulent, and they involuntarily gave birth to the idea of surrender.

The old man was shocked: "How could it be you?" Even the most talented Zhi Shan in the branch clan genealogy must be over thirty years old, and his muscles and bones are full of blood and blood before giving birth to a nine-headed baby snake witch spirit.

"Blood sacrifice. Zhi Jia Zhen said indifferently, "There is no Bailing Mountain branch in the world. ”

The old man was stunned for a long time, and said bitterly: "I see." ”

"The sixty-first generation patriarch of the Bailing Mountain branch is really Zhen, and I will meet my uncle. Zhi Hunt Zhen said in a deep voice, with the palm of his left hand facing the sky, and the palm of his right hand facing the ground, and performed the ancient rites of the Wu clan at a glance.

"Zhi Zhilu, Zhi Jian's father and son visited the patriarch. Old Chinese's voice trembled, his palms facing each other, clenched into fists, and bowed his head in a solemn response with the ancient rites of the Wu clan.

The big man also hurriedly followed the return salute, muttering in his heart, just this little baby with thin arms and legs, is actually the patriarch of the branch generation?

"It's a great pleasure to meet my uncle and brother here. Zhi Jia Zhen sighed lightly, after many years of interruption, even he only knew that the three tribes were hidden in the middle, north and south of the wilderness, and they did not know the specific location.

Zhilu looked stunned: "If the patriarch doesn't come again, our branch will be cut off." "The Orthodox Wicans only intermarry within the clan in order to purify their blood. His son Zhijian couldn't find a marriage match for a Wu woman, so he had to be alone for the rest of his life.

Zhi Hunt Zhen asked, "I wonder how the other two clansmen are doing?"

Zhilu smiled miserably: "The southern one has long been out of news, and the northern one is said to have provoked the Tiger Warrior and was exterminated by the Ghost Sect a hundred years ago. ”

Ghost Cult ...... Zhi Hunt Zhen pondered for a moment and asked, "Uncle Clan, are the things in custody still there?"

"In. Zhilu hesitated for a moment and said, "...... the patriarch?"

"I'm here too. Zhi Hunti bent down, lifted up his trousers, grabbed his calf and pulled it violently, pulling off a small piece of flesh-colored skin.

The old man immediately tore off a small piece of thin skin from his chest and handed it to Zhi Hunt Zhen. Two pieces of skin are as thin as the palm of a baby's hand, with toothed edges, as thin as gauze, and exactly the same skin color. The two are put together, and the tooth shapes coincide with each other, just to make up the appearance of half a picture.

Zhi Hunt Zhen brought it close to the firelight, and dense blue lines and several light red dots faintly appeared on the map, which was the route that Zhi clan had moved to the wilderness and several treasure hiding places. The treasure map was originally divided into four parts, one is to confirm each other's identities in the future, and the other is that if it is lost, it will not be wiped out.

"Thank you, Uncle Clan, for making it perfect. Zhijia really put away the thin skin and put it back on his calf. The thin skin is taken from the face of a strange beast called the dream raccoon dog in the dream road, which fits perfectly with the human skin, and there is no abnormality in the slightest.

"The Tibetan map can be handed over to the patriarch intact, and my branch is worthy of the ancestors. Zhilu sighed, "What are the plans of the patriarch to become a witch spirit now?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen replied: "Take shelter from the limelight for the time being, and wander around." After waiting for the completion of the witch spirit, I will return to the Heavenly Desolate Ancestral Court and fulfill the last wishes of my ancestors. ”

Zhi Jian was stunned for a moment when he listened, and couldn't help but interject: "Patriarch, you have achieved a witch spirit, shouldn't you kill all directions, do it vigorously, and promote the majesty of my branch clan?"

"Shut up!" shouted Zhilu, "what do you know?"

Zhi Jian was obviously not convinced, his chest rose and fell a few times, and he finally stopped talking.

Zhi Zhenzhen didn't mind, and said, "Uncle clan, I urgently need a sword, do you have a suitable finished product here?" He used a short dagger to make the sword, after all, it was a few points worse.

"The patriarch is in trouble, but from the Yu clan, your clothes look like ......" Zhilu stopped talking, his face was strange. Zhi Jian pouted, the dignified patriarch of the branch clan, wearing the turtle uniform of a brothel is really embarrassing. If he were to die, he would rather die than be affected by this kind of bird spirit.

"I'll solve the trouble myself, don't bother Uncle Lao. "Zhi Jia really looked at Zhi Lu, the other party is about the first stage of refining qi and returning to the gods, and Zhi Jian can only refine and refine qi, and he can't deal with a master like Zhang Wuyi at all. What's more, according to the agreement eight hundred years ago, once one of the branches of the clan achieves the witch spirit, the remaining three branches will be completely hidden and go away from the wilderness, retaining the seeds of bloodline continuation for the branch clan.

Zhilu said happily: "Patriarch, wait a minute, I have a few good weapons in my hand." He turned back to the inner room, and after a while, drew out some swords.

The first sword shark skin black sheath, the sword body is extremely long, made of sharp and hard forged snowflake steel, the blade is cold and cold, and the light can be seen. Zhi Zhenzhen shook his head slightly, the sword blade of about five feet was a little too long for him.

The second sword is ancient in style, heavy and thick, and the bronze sword body flashes with exquisite pine patterns. Zhikami grabbed the hilt of the carved eagle's wings, swung it a few times, and then lowered it to look at the third sword.

It was a severed sword, less than two feet long and no more than three pounds in weight. The blade of the sword is as narrow as a willow leaf, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the flowing sword blade is constantly narrowing backwards, revealing a faint crimson color. Reflected by the firelight, the broken sword floated like a wisp of mournful smoke.

Zhi Kari Zhen held the bottom of the broken sword, there was no hilt, crimson silk threads were wrapped around it, and the tentacles were soft and cool, absorbing sweat. He walked over to a test stone and stabbed lightly with his sword, the tip of which sank silently into the stone, barely feeling the slightest resistance.

Zhilu said: "This truncated sword was left behind by an outsider who passed by the sheep slaughterhouse many years ago. The material is not jade or gold, it is very strange, like a strange thing obtained from the dream of the earth. However, such a thin sword may not be able to withstand the impact of gravity. ”

"It's okay, that's it. Zhi Jia Zhen said happily, the broken sword is light and sharp, which is very suitable for his agile and accurate sword path. He didn't ask for the scabbard, but took half an old cotton cloth from Zhilu and wrapped it in layers to wrap the broken sword. If you hold it in your hand like this, it won't attract attention.

"Patriarch, with all due respect. Zhilu hesitated for a moment and said, "Swordsmanship has always been the evil way of the Yu clan, and our clan inherits the fortune of the heavens, and it should be based on witchcraft and witchcraft." ”

Zhi Zhenzhen smiled faintly: "I can save it." Uncle clan, you clean up and leave as soon as possible, the sheep slaughtering market will soon be in chaos. This is also the last time I will be here, and unless he returns to the ancestral court one day, you and I will not have to see each other again. ”

Zhi Lulen paused for a moment, looked around abruptly, and sighed for a long time: "Finally leaving." For a while, my heart was empty, and I didn't know whether I suddenly lost the breath of perseverance, or I was relieved.

"Dad, I'm going to clean up the softness!" Zhi Jian ran back to the back room excitedly, busy with his work. He was in the prime of life and ambitious, so he was naturally unwilling to live in this wild place for the rest of his life.

"Uncle and brother, take care. Zhijia really looked at Zhilu, who had been standing like a stone statue for a long time, and turned to leave.

"Patriarch—" Zhilu hissed behind him, "My Zhizhi clan will be able to regain its prestige and fight back to the heavens!

Although it was a bold statement, Zhi Hunt Zhen heard a little tiredness that could not be concealed. He turned his head and stared at the faint flames in the iron furnace. At that time, everyone may have a blazing torch burning in their hearts, but there is always a time when the torch burns out.

At that point, what's the point of burning? Zhikari pushed open the door blankly, and the strong sunlight outside shone in. He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards Yihong Courtyard.

Turning the corner, he stopped abruptly and hid in the shadows of the eaves.

Not far away, people shouted that horses neighed, dozens of horse bandits were fierce and vicious, and they surrounded the main gate of Yihong Courtyard, and a horse-cutting knife came out of its sheath one after another, shining with a bright cold light.