In the past year, I don't know if it was because of distraction or miscellaneous, or because the opportunity had not yet arrived, Ren Pingsheng's sword path has been at the threshold of double consummation, and he has stopped moving.

Although he had learned all the seventeen styles of the Sorrowful Heaven Sword, and each of the strokes, the purity of the sword intent, and the condensation of the sword intent, were all the same, but he still had not been able to enter the triple bottleneck of the sword.

What's even more depressing is that after half a year of sharpening the sword, even the rust on the iron sword has not been able to rub off a bit.

In short, no matter how hard you grind day and night, the rust will not move, and even the slightest scratch will not be served.

A sword that has been refined into a treasure every day, and half a year of grinding is the benefit of breaking gold and cutting jade.

Ren Pingsheng asked the master many times, Yuan Dazhui didn't say anything, just told him to grind slowly, one year, two years, two years, one or twenty years......

"Judging from this progress, after twenty years of grinding, isn't it the same?"

Yuan Dazhui glared at the disciple, "The so-called progress cannot only look at the iron sword itself, the state of mind of the person who sharpens the sword, the understanding of the phenology of the time, the only perception of the physical properties of the iron sword, and the grasp of the right time, place and people." When many things themselves are not progressing, there are actually undercurrents surging, and once that undercurrent is present, it is an opportunity for you to break the situation. ”

It's also strange to say, for more than a year, for the tempering of ordinary swords, once the steel ingot and iron bar are started, the physical properties and qi veins in it, Ren Pingsheng can already take a peek at one or two, according to which the knife embryo is refined, and even after the shovel file is formed, the sword bar obtained is not low. But looking at his iron sword, it is still like a black and dull piece of dead iron, and he can't see the depth at all.

He made different attempts to sharpen his sword at different times, and finally found that the smoothest grinding feel was the hour, noon, unitary time, and time.

I also tried different places, on the banks of the Si'an River, in the blacksmith shop, on the Red Hair Peak, and under the Wuqi Peak where iron ore was collected at the beginning.

It was found that by the river under the cliff of the Red Hair Peak and the Wuqian Peak, when the iron sword was sharpened, it was most harmonious with heaven and earth. So he is more of a sword sharpening on the cliff flat of the Red Beard Peak.

In this way, although there was no change in the iron sword, his father's imitation sword, after the shovel file was finalized, was handed over to Ren Pingsheng and sharpened by him alone.

The final product, except for the absence of rust on the iron sword, has other characteristics that can almost be fake. It's just that in his hand, it's heavier than Ren Pingsheng's iron sword.

He remembered very clearly that the first time he saw Yuan Da Hammer, after handing over the iron sword to him, when he took it back, he felt that the weight was a little lighter. But now this imitation sword is the same as the original iron sword.

Ren Pingsheng weighed one ratio, the weight of the two iron swords, the same difference!

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Long-term mountain climbing, sensing the weather and gas in different periods, and then using the method of heavenly deduction taught by Master Yizhen, continuous calculation, has also lasted for a year, and finally there are results.

As a result, there is no result at all.

For this reason, he consulted Master Yizhen many times, and the master was always able to teach a new method of derivation, asking him to investigate new meteorological phenological characteristics and continue to calculate......

Fortunately, Ren Pingsheng felt very interesting about this kind of mathematical derivation, and he was happy with it, but he was not disappointed.

However, when the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, a strange thing was discovered.

Several times I climbed the Red Hair Peak, and I met an acquaintance;

In Zhu Tianjiao's hand, he always held an antique dark purple wooden staff, and the speed of climbing the mountain was of course far inferior to Ren Pingsheng. Once, Ren Pingsheng deliberately sat on the razorstone and waited to see where the Zhu family could support it.

As a result, I waited until noon, and found that the other party had climbed to a place fifty or sixty feet away from the razorstone, and it was difficult to take a step forward after that.

Maybe it was nearly two years ago, after learning a lesson in the secret attack on the barren mountain, Zhu Tianjiao has always been very friendly to Ren Pingsheng, but whenever he meets, he smiles and greets, and even often stops to say a few words.

He can't be a friend, but he always makes you think he's an acquaintance.

Zhu Tianjiao's lips have grown two thin and tender beards, and Ren Pingsheng will also enter the fourteenth year of his life.

Maybe the years have really erased the hatred.

Zhu Tianjiao, who has been constantly risking his life and making trouble in Jiujing Villa, just to marry the little maid Yao Xiangxiang, is still unmarried. The fragrance is now, long and slim, and the water is as beautiful as a hibiscus.

The handmaid is no longer a handmaiden, as if she is already a member of the Zhu family. But between her and Zhu Tianjiao, they are more like sisters and brothers than lovers.

Every time someone sees the two of them on the street together, admiring Zhu Tianjiao's graceful and suave manners, they are inevitably sad for the beautiful girl's eyebrows, and they are full of emotion and pity.

It's just that the girl's eyes when she looked at Zhu Tianjiao were still full of tenderness. Zhu Tianjiao's eyes returned by chance became more and more innocent, and he always smiled elegantly.

The spring flowers and autumn moon are infinitely good, and the falling flowers and flowing water are worrying!

This period of time, for the two of them, is not a grinding, just like the iron sword of Ren Pingsheng, rusty.

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On the official case of the township yamen, Chief Chen Mu, who has been studying in the township for nearly two years, is dealing with all kinds of documents piled up on the desk. In fact, in the past two years, the appearance and customs of Shanghezhai City have been an unprecedented leveling scene.

Taiping is peaceful, and the township still thinks that the township rules and civil agreements, trade rules, and rules for the disposal of lawsuits should be established as soon as possible...... In short, there is no idleness.

In the Shanghezhai Market, the flow of people who come in and out every day is countless copper and silver coins. With such an ownerless piece of fat, there are always countless people with sharp eyes and big enough fists, who salivate.

It's just that coveting is coveting, and until now, no one has dared to act rashly.

It doesn't matter that there is Yuan Da Hammer in the village who no one dares to mess with and never cares about mundane things, but that Xiangzheng is the big disciple of Yuan Da Hammer, so it doesn't matter.

Even if Yuan Dazhui still ignores the world, such as when Xiangxingtang was sitting in the big place, as long as he didn't touch his tiger whiskers, no one would hinder the nonsense of Daoist Master Langshang and the disciples.

But Xiangzheng still has a junior brother, and when he was eleven years old, he could directly pick the little devil of Xiangxingtang with a broken sword. This big boy who is about to enter the cardamom years does not look like an innocent boy at all. No one can see what kind of heart he is, what hobbies he has, and what needs he has.

Seeming, this child is not interested in anything and does not have any needs.

People's understanding of him stopped at the age of eleven when he entered Xiangxing Hall, facing the flying stumps, mutilated corpses, and blood all over the ground, the young man's eyes were indifferent and expressionless. The rusty iron sword, even the murderous aura, disdained to be revealed.

There is no half-murderous decisiveness, which is even more terrifying.

Everyone knows that Ren Pingsheng's kendo cultivation is far from being the opponent of the black-clothed old man in the powerful martial arts hall. But the old man in black, on the day when the family broke, chased the hunter's father and son for a few streets, stirring up the entire Shanghe Village flying sand and stones, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

After a flash in the pan, there was only a long night.

In the past two years, the old man in black has been living in Jiujing Villa for a long time, with no name and no voice. Single-mindedness is only to recruit disciples and teach kung fu.

Now even Kung Fu is not taught in person, and the beginner students are taught by several disciples.

The descendants of the old man in black are headed by Zhu Tianjiao, and there is also Zhu Tianjiao's cousin Xin Yao, and the other is personally selected by the old man in black. This third disciple was not originally a student of the martial arts hall, but just an orphan who went to Shanghe Village to beg for a living.

A few years ago, on the mountain of no return, there was a Jiao breath violent, it is said that the Jiao breath was wild, straight to the sky, three feet from the sky and exhausted.

The gluttonous evil Jiao, although it has been imprisoned under the mountain of no return, has the heart of fighting with the sky, and it is still endless.

The prisoner's cruelty is in vain. But for this plain, it has triggered a series of natural disasters. The blizzard was followed by months of thunderstorms and flash floods.

The family members of the wandering orphan all died in the surging mudslide in that natural disaster.

The orphan wandered for several years and never mentioned his name to anyone. Even the clothes on the body are not picked up on the side of the road, or they are gifts from hundreds of families. It turns out that everything in the house has long been discarded, including names.

After Jia Bancong took in the orphans, he gave him the name Li Wuyi. Jia Bancong didn't let this little disciple follow his surname, saying that there were many people surnamed Li, and he wouldn't be too lonely wherever he went.

Li Wuyi, twelve years old this year, is the most maverick child in the powerful martial arts hall. Usually except for the master, I don't have a word with anyone. Even to the two senior brothers, they only obeyed the teacher's instructions and made a courtesy, but they did not say a word of greeting.

Therefore, in the martial arts hall, except for Jia Bancong, no one knows how fast or slow Li Wuyi's martial arts cultivation is and what his realm is.

Since the little junior brother refused to speak, the burden of teaching boxing on behalf of the teacher naturally fell on Zhu Tianjiao and Xin Yao.

Blacksmith shop, Ren Pingsheng, powerful martial arts hall.

In the eyes of many people, these are the three major forces that maintain the balance of Shanghezhai City. Although Ren Pingsheng is already a well-established blacksmith disciple, in the eyes of those who care, he is still an existence that has to be looked at independently.

No matter what the world, there is never a shortage of caring people.