Winter goes to spring, and the rolling wealth of Golden Knife is rising day by day with the growth of word of mouth.

Although half of the price of every knife sold here was paid to the Tongshan Sect's levy, for the other small workshops in Longmen Town that were still struggling to survive day and night, the small name of the Golden Knife Ji had already made countless people salivate and jealous.

The growth of word of mouth, in addition to the good knife, is in short supply, and almost all the orders in the early stage are delivered in advance. The trading houses all over Tongchuan City praised this and placed additional orders one after another. As for individual guests who buy one or two knives for their own use, they can't even be ranked in the Golden Knife Record.

The apprentice in Tsing Yi of the Golden Knife has been hiding in the shop day and night since the Songkran Festival last year. The surrounding neighborhood is woken up early in the morning by the sound of the clanging iron, and at night they often have to fall asleep to the same lonely clanging iron.

Several times, after nightfall, Liu Ajin secretly hid all the big and small hammers. To tell the truth, every nail and hammer, every insect and one ant in the store, it is impossible to avoid Ren Pingsheng's search. But since the boss didn't fight, Ren Pingsheng didn't insist, he only took out his iron sword and sharpened it silently.

It was only after such an occasional stop, and the neighbors stopped working, and many people hung up their nightgowns and ran to the shop to ask why they didn't strike iron?

In Liu Ajin's memory, in the past three months, the young man has not spoken more than ten sentences. Dead all day long, desperate to fight iron and sharpen swords, almost crazy. If you want to ask the truth, Rao is Liu Ajin's old rivers and lakes who have been working in the iron industry in Tongchuan City for decades, and he has been grinding and soaking countless times, but he can't get out of half of his words.

In this way, other blacksmiths, four or five people combined, can top the work that the previous person has to do in his life.

The boy occasionally went into the city, but never bought any clothes.

Every time he entered the city, he only went to one place, and that was the circular wall under the altar of worship to the heavens. This wall is called the Wall of Merit. In the tens of thousands of years of history of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, all those who have inherited and developed the Taiyi Sect for thousands of years and have made outstanding contributions will appear on the merit wall.

After that Songkran festival, several new portraits were added to the wall of merit.

The former commander of the Xijing Legion of the Apologetic Cavalry, the head of the Taiyi Sect and the founder of the Wangzong Sect, often asked;

Apologetic cavalry, former Xijing Legion Formation Master, Taiyi Sect Guiwang Sect Chief Inner Hall Elder, Xun Zhen;

The apologetic cavalry was the former Xijing Legion Tunzheng, and the Taiyi Sect returned to the Wangzong Protector Elder, Zhang Tang;

The apologetic cavalry was originally the Xijing Legion Tunzheng, and the Taiyi Sect returned to the elders of the Wangzong Chuangong, Yuan Jie;

The former ten-captain of the Xijing Legion of the Apologetic Cavalry, the second-generation disciple of the Taiyi Sect Guiwangzong, Zhu Tianjiao.

These names, portraits, and expressions of clothing, Ren Pingsheng will look at them over and over again, not letting go of any detail.

It turned out that Zhu Tianjiao, who was shocked back by his father's sword and fell off the cliff, did not die!

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It is March again, Langyao flowers bloom, and the grass and trees are fresh and tender. Hongmeng Mountain's sea of clouds in Xiling, which has been permeated for thousands of years, is calm and calm. On the stone lawn on the top of the mountain, there were five or six people, who came from the Langyao Flower Bush and walked straight to the shore of the cloud coast.

The old man in the lead, wearing a free scarf on his head, wearing a cyan robe, and the posture of a fairy wind and bones, is none other than Heavenly Master He Lanping.

On the left side of the Heavenly Master, there is a man dressed in black leather armor and riding boots, with long hair beating his chest and silkworm eyebrows into his sideburns. The man's right hand is holding a large stone with a smooth surface of blue light. This bluestone seems to weigh 300 catties, but the long-haired man holds it in his hand, as if it is nothing.

The one on the right side of the Heavenly Master was dressed in a short suit, and just looking at the bare arms, he knew that this person was a horizontal steel and iron skeleton. The man in the strong suit only carried a long scabbard in his hand.

Wang Jing, a walker who followed behind the Celestial Master, held a rusty broad-bladed iron sword in both hands.

Immediately behind the four were two heroic young men who were only fifteen or sixteen years old. These two people, dressed in brocade clothes and with a respectful look, should be the young talents of the sect who came with their elders.

A group of five people, Shi Shiran walked to the shore of the cloud coast. Heavenly Master He Lanping stretched out his right hand and didn't speak, and Wang Jing, the apprentice behind him, hurriedly handed the hilt of the iron sword to the master. He Lanping took the iron sword, took a closer look, and then turned his head to the long-haired man holding the bluestone and said, "Yuanshan, hold it steady." ”

The long-haired man was Song Yuanshan, the city lord of the Northern Wilderness City. The garrisons of the soldiers in the world are all from the Northern Wilderness City and are under the control of the Northern Wilderness City Lord.

The long-haired man adjusted his breath slightly, and held the bluestone with both hands, "Heavenly Master only cares about it, and Yuanshan should do his best." ”

The other three were staring intently at the iron sword in the Heavenly Master's hand. I saw Helan Ping holding the hilt of the sword, resting the sword body on the bluestone held by Song Yuanshan, and slowly dragging it.

But seeing that the sky was instantly darkened, the iron sword grazed the stone surface, like a heavenly river across the night sky, splashing out the starry sky.

The bluestone is always as steady as the dark night sky, silent and unmoving.

From the hilt to the tip of the sword, it moves on the stone inch by inch, seemingly extremely slow, like a silkworm chrysalis wriggling, and it seems to be extremely fast, like a heavenly river turning, crossing the sky in a moment. Helan Ping's expression was relaxed, as if nothing had happened, but Song Yuanshan, who was holding the bluestone, was like a mountain pressing on the top, and the hands holding the bluestone were already exposed.

After the Heavenly Master sharpened one, he flipped the sword strip in his hand and continued to drag it on the stone, repeating it several times until there was no more spark splashing out, and the heavenly river that flowed through the sky was as quiet as an ancient well, and the sky gradually returned to clear and transparent.

At this time, Song Yuanshan was already sweating profusely, his face was haggard, but his arms were full of green muscles, and he never moved.

The sword strip in the Heavenly Master's hand finally left the stone face. Song Yuanshan's hand was light, but he couldn't stabilize his body, he stumbled, and the bluestone in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Song Yuanshan raised his sleeves and kept wiping his sweat, looking embarrassed.

Helan was kind and kind, and said with a smile: "Yuanshan, under the whole world, if it weren't for your military cultivation to help you and the poor road to do it independently, it would take at least ten days and a half months to sharpen this iron sword." ”

Song Yunshan heard the words of the Heavenly Master, and the original embarrassed look on his face disappeared in an instant, and he hurriedly waved to the Heavenly Master and said, "The Heavenly Master has won the award." To serve the Emperor of Heaven and the sect, the last general just did his best and did not dare to hide his secrets. ”

When everyone looked at the iron sword strip in the Heavenly Master's hand again, they saw that the original rusty sword body had become dark and shiny, and the originally broken and dull blade had also been smoother.

Over the past few months, Wang Jing has changed countless sword grinding stones, trying to sharpen this iron sword, but he has never been able to rub off the slightest trace of rust. Today, the long-haired man finally sent the square coil of dragon tendons that he had obtained from the Savage Mountain three years ago, and as a result, the iron sword was in the master's hands, and it was only three times and two strokes that he already had the appearance of sharpening the blade.

Helan Ping handed the iron sword to Song Yuanshan, "Yuanshan, ten thousand years, you all see if this sword is the one you lost in the Northern Wilderness City five hundred years ago." ”

Five hundred years ago, Helan Ping and Wang Jing, the Hongmeng Mountain Walker, and Gu Wannian, the sect leader of Tieliuyi, jointly killed thousands of family descendants and won the Sword of Sorrowful Heaven. After the Sword of Sorrow arrived, for the sake of safety, the three of them immediately dismantled it, and the scabbard, hilt, and gauntlet were carried by each individual.

It's a pity that before the sword strip and a pair of equipment were sent to Hongmeng Mountain to hand over to the Heavenly Master, the broad-bladed iron sword strip was suddenly stolen from the layers of defense in the Northern Wilderness City.

For this reason, the three of them went to Hongmeng Mountain in the starry night, and after the master of the heavens, Dai Sin went down the mountain and traveled all over the world to search for the fish that slipped through the net of the sword demon race, but to no avail for a hundred years.

The Sorrowful Heaven Sword Bar was as if it had suddenly evaporated from the world, and there was not even a trace of sword qi left. Later, the three of them received their own punishments, and each faced the wall for a hundred years.

can steal the iron sword from the strict protection of the three of them, and in the whole world, I am afraid that only Heavenly Master He Lanping and the Demon Sect Master Eight Hundred have this cultivation. Of course, it is impossible for the Celestial Master to steal this iron sword from his subordinates.

As for the Demon Sect Master, even if you know it's him, what can you do? Not to mention whether you can deal with it or not, even if you want to find his traces, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

In the past four hundred years, although the Heavenly Master has long ceased to pursue this matter, the guilt in the hearts of the three of them has never diminished in the slightest.

Now the walker Wang Jing suddenly brought this iron sword back to Hongmeng Mountain alone, causing the other two to put down a big stone that had been pressed in their hearts for hundreds of years.

Song Yuanshan carefully looked at the iron sword in his hand that had been sharpened by the Heavenly Master, and with his thousands of years of state of mind cultivation, it was difficult to suppress the sparkle in his eyes. Song Yuanshan breathed a long sigh of relief and handed the sword to the man in a short suit. "Brother Wannian, it's still you who will take the lead. This sword qi, in my opinion, is absolutely infallible. ”

The man in that strong suit was none other than Gu Wannian, the sect leader of the Tieliuyi Martial Academy. He took the iron sword, his face was solemn, and he looked at it for a while before he said slowly: "Brother Yuanshan is right, since Brother Wang Jing personally went out to kill the thief chieftain and brought back the things, naturally they have also been carefully examined, and there will be no mistakes." It's just a little strange, the sword qi is exactly the same sword qi, but it has lost the original sense of ancient vicissitudes. I don't know what kind of means the other party has used to cover this sword qi in the past few hundred years, and at the same time, the unique aura of the sword demon's bloodline has been hidden, and we can't trace it. ”

Song Yuanshan and Wang Jing both nodded in unison. Song Yuanshan said: "Except for the legendary ancient sword god Ou Ye, the people of later generations can't imitate such an artifact that rebels against the way of heaven." These subtle changes are also estimated to be related to the snow storage of these hundreds of years. ”

Wang Jing said: "For hundreds of years, the wooden handle of the gauntlet of the Sorrowful Sky Sword has been left in the Northern Wilderness City, and the scabbard of the sword has been hidden in the Iron Flow Station. The sword bar has no installation and no sheath, and if you want to hide your sword qi, you must be an extraordinary immortal or demonic means. Thinking about these methods, there may be some damage to the Sorrowful Sky Sword itself. ”

Gu Wannian held the iron sword in both hands and handed it back to the Heavenly Master. He wanted to offer the scabbard in his hand again, but the Celestial Master did not take it. Helan Ping looked at the boundless sea of clouds in the west, "Since the Sorrowful Heaven Sword is jealous of the heavens, let's not let it appear in its entirety. ”

After finishing speaking, I saw that the sword strip turned into a black shadow, flashed away from the Heavenly Master's hand, and slanted into the vast sea of clouds. I saw that above the sea of clouds, a sword qi trajectory hung straight into the sky. The sword qi trailed everywhere, setting off bursts of ripples in the sea of clouds, wanting to spread out on both sides.

Everyone watched from afar, until the sword qi trail disappeared into the skyline where the sky and clouds met.

The skyline, straight as ever, has no fluctuations.

Song Yuanshan, on one side, had already held a bronze drum-shaped sword grid scattered in his hand and a strange wooden hilt in front of him. He Lanping withdrew his gaze from the distance of the sea of clouds, looked at the things in Song Yuanshan's hands, and said lightly: "Since the sword strip has been destroyed, these things should continue to be kept in their original place." After I have taught for thousands of generations, my disciples and grandchildren can still observe and mourn the great achievements of our ancestors and predecessors in fighting to maintain the way of heaven. ”

Song Yuanshan, Gu Wannian and Wang Jing looked solemn, but they couldn't hide the eagerness in their eyes.

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In the Xuanhuang world, on a starless and moonless night, on the straight skyline of the Western Desert Wasteland, a golden light flashed a few times, shining brighter and brighter, and suddenly crossed the night sky, like a golden meteor, falling somewhere in Qingping Prefecture in the eastern plain.

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In a wilderness outside Longmen Town, the night is dark and the spring is cold. The thin boy in Tsing Yi was lying in the mess of long grass, his eyes closed, apparently asleep, but he was kicking his hands and feet, as if he were indulging in a terrible nightmare.

In a drowsy state, Ren Pingsheng felt that his body began to fall and sink......

Why did you fall down again? What kind of place is this? Ren Pingsheng panicked, and quickly turned his head to look down, but there was nothing below, no light, no color, no bottom...... It's over, is this the underworld? Why did I die like this? When I die, will I see the man who has lost his head?

The situation was so familiar, and at this moment, he didn't seem so flustered. It's just a little sad, can the man who has no head still recognize himself? He has no head, can he recognize him?

Ren Pingsheng turned his head and looked around, up and down, left and right, in all directions, all the same, nothing, and there was no headless man he was expecting.

Void.

It's the void again.

Since it is void, there should be no up, down, left and right, no fall.

As a result, Ren Pingsheng found that his body no longer fell, but stayed in the boundless thick void.

The void is thick, so what. I have a sword!

He reached out and touched the iron sword beside him, and pulled the sword out of its sheath, in a sad ......

No, I haven't learned this style of sadness, haven't I learned?

But just now, he really used the sword of sorrow! However, the void was still as thick as ever, and his body was still hanging alone in the vast universe, like a lonely wandering asteroid.

Suddenly, a golden light flew through the sky, tearing out a trail as long as a galaxy. I saw that golden light, flying above my head, suddenly falling, like a heavenly river hanging upside down, and falling into my right hand.

In his hand, there is the rusty iron sword!

The golden light, which was like a heavenly river hanging upside down, poured down continuously, and once it touched the hilt of the sword in his hand, it was hidden in it. I don't know how long it took, and that golden river of light finally came to an end.

Man is still alone, the sword is still rusty, the void is still an endless void......

But the sword in his hand is heavy! Since the day of apprenticeship, this sword has been held by Master Yuan Da Hammer for a while, and when he came back, the feeling has been wrong, and it has obviously drifted a little lighter.

And now, as the golden light fell, it sank into the sword, and the iron sword became heavy again, just like the feeling when it broke through the stone.

Ren Pingsheng is blessed to the soul, concentrating on the house, the intention is through the sword body, and a sword is handed out......

Sad!

......

Ren Pingsheng fell all over his body, sat up groggyly, opened his eyes, and found that the surroundings were full of wild grass, and the place where he fell just now was full of dirt and gravel.

It's that damn dream again!

Suddenly remembering the golden light, he hurriedly touched the iron sword beside him and pulled it out of its sheath

- The iron sword is really heavy!

Ren Pingsheng was stunned and bit the tip of his tongue several times, until his tongue turned from pain to numbness, and he was sure that it was not still in a dream.

So sad and sad?

He tried hard to keep his mind on the sword, and then he handed it out......

This time, he fell like a gourd rolling on the ground, and Zhou went up and down, not knowing how many bruises came out.

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