In the middle of winter, inside and outside Tongchuan City, heavy snow is falling and the north wind is cold. The people bustling on the streets of Longmen Town are all dressed in thick cotton clothes and hats; Ren Pingsheng struck iron day and night by the stove, and he is still a green coat when he first arrived.

The small shop has hung up a signboard, which is a wooden plaque carved by Ren Pingsheng himself, and the wooden plaque has three large characters engraved with "Golden Knife Record", which faintly has the meaning of fighting against the largest "Jin Feng" in the town.

In the corner of the plaque there is also a strange symbol that ordinary people cannot understand, which is both like an ancient golden seal and some kind of talisman. In short, the rumors about the "Golden Knife" during this period of time are mysterious and mysterious.

Some people say that the Golden Knife is taking advantage of the name, which is similar to the shape of the Jin Feng and is easy to confuse, so they took away some of the guests of the Jin Feng. But as soon as this statement came out, it caused a lot of boos. The people who booed were the people who had bought the Golden Knife Knife. Since the Golden Knife Ji accepted an apprentice in Tsing Yi, all kinds of daily knives have been beaten in the town. The reason why Longmen Town is lined with iron shops and all kinds of ironware is mainly flowing into Tongchuan City.

The iron shop in Longmen Town is the main source of iron blades in the entire Tongchuan City.

Nowadays, in the entire Tongchuan City, the most famous daily knife, the golden knife is called the second, and no one dares to call it the first. Unlike the Blade, the Golden Blade never crafts swords and other blades that sell for more fetch. However, after the first few batches of knives were sold to Tongchuan Castle, there were soldiers who bought them, and generals with centurion rank and above said that the kitchen knives of the Golden Knife were actually used to make good swords, but the complexity of the process was different.

As soon as this remark came out, it directly caused countless ordinary people to flock to Longmen Town, and the small façade of the Golden Knife was stepped on the threshold, forming a situation where the Golden Knife was hard to find. Rumors of the soldiers reached the ears of Liu Ajin and Ren Pingsheng, who made slight changes in the forging process.

Originally, I intended to come to Jindaoji to negotiate a military customized military service, but after getting the later samples, I dispelled the idea of purchasing. As a result, the knives that flowed out of the early days of the Golden Knife were fried into the "sky-high price" of three taels of silver and a kitchen knife.

Three taels of silver, in the world's ordinary peasant households, that is almost the annual income.

Regardless of whether Liu Ajin and Ren Pingsheng want it or not, the drama of the golden knife remembering the pheasant turning into a phoenix is irreversible. There are also various speculations about the Golden Knife. It's more about the inconspicuous sigil in the corner of the sign. After a Taoist priest looked at it, he once threatened that it was a landscape spirit talisman with a very high Taoist rank, and it condensed great mountain and water luck for the Golden Knife Record, so as to create such a favorable time, place and people, and the wealth was rolling.

Since then, among the bustling visitors to the Golden Knife Record, in addition to buying knives, there are not a few people who ask for charms. Liu Ajin was overwhelmed, and explained bitterly that it was just a "Liu" character in the ancient seal, and it was always to no avail. Later, every time a knife came out of the Golden Knife Record, the knife body was engraved with such a word seal. It is said that countless wealthy businessmen have bought the knives of the Golden Knife Record, not to chop wood and cut vegetables, but directly placed in the shrine in the hall, as a thing to ward off evil and suppress the victory.

The old and the young, listening to all kinds of rumors about their own small shop, could only cry and laugh. During this period of time, compared to dealing with all kinds of strange needs, Liu Ajin was more distressed that his young apprentice named Yuan Ping had never looked like a teenager. Liu Ajin has encouraged him many times to go shopping in the city and buy two decent clothes, but now in the shop, it is not that he has no money.

It's just that the boy went to the city a few times, and every time he came back, he never bought clothes. I bought a lot of all kinds of yellow paper cinnabar, pen and ink inkstones, which cost a lot of money. Once he has a place to settle down, Ren Pingsheng will practice the Fu Dao Kung Fu taught by the second master, which will consume a lot.

What's more, now that Yu Wangqi is together, the advancement is obvious, and he can already draw a good landscape fortune talisman based on his insight into the qi veins of the landscape.

Master Liu Ajin had another troublesome thing, that is, this apprentice never remembered to give incense to the throne of Emperor Taitian. On several occasions, he hurriedly went out early in the morning to deliver goods, explaining that after the young man washed up in the morning, before eating, he remembered to offer incense to the shrine and pray. As a result, every time Master Liu came back, he found that the incense burner was gray and cold. Liu Ajin was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, and finally lived a few days of warm life, in case he offended the wrath of the gods, how to do it!

After doing this three times a few times, the master finally confirmed that Ren Pingsheng did not forget, but did not care about any heavenly grace and power at all. Liu Ajin could only lament, but he was quickly relieved...... When the whole family died, you were too emperor for a day, and you didn't give people the slightest divine grace!

On this day, Liu Ajin hung out a sign early in the morning that he was closed for a day, and called Ren Pingsheng to say, "There is an announcement in the city, we have a great happy event in the world." As for what it is, it has not yet been announced, but it is only required that all men, women and children in the city gather in Tongchuan City to worship the Temple of Heaven Square, waiting for the city lord to announce the good news. It is said that from now on, the people of our Emperor Taitian will have an extremely grand and festive festival. So today, I will take you into the city myself, and after the fact, I will take you to customize two clothes. ”

Ren Pingsheng has no interest in the market festival, but since Master Liu's brand is hanged, he might as well go with him. During this period of time, I made all kinds of dots inside and outside the blacksmith shop, and often went into the city with the master to deliver goods, which can be said to be the first time in my life, I began to practice the way of dealing with people with the elderly.

As soon as they arrived at the Temple of Heaven Square on the side of the Longmen in the east of the city, both the old and the young were dumbfounded: What a vast and boundless sea of people! I saw a black and oppressive group of human heads, extending from the altar tower hundreds of feet away on three sides, and the squares, alleys, and streets were all crowded; and the doors and windows of the surrounding shops were also overcrowded.

In the past, the sacrifice in Si'an Village, the whole village was dispatched, bustling, and compared with the here and now, it was simply a small thing. Maybe it's because he has always disliked people, and because entering the kendo cultivation is a bottleneck, since he entered the city gate, Ren Pingsheng has always felt that his heartbeat has accelerated suddenly, and his heart is empty, and he is extremely depressed.

The old and young were squeezed to the edge of the city wall, and suffered the loss of figure, only to see the back of the head with countless black pressures, and they couldn't see the situation on the side of the altar of heaven. Only above the sea of people, a small section of the dome spire as high as the sky appeared.

The crowd around them was all excited and worshipful.

Ren Pingsheng's mood became more and more bored, and he squeezed around, but he couldn't find a place to stand beyond the crowd. At this moment, the square of tens of thousands of people suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound.

After a while, a murmuring voice came from afar, like a buzzer, as if it was chanting some kind of incantation, not loud, but clearly audible. On the platform, there seems to be some kind of mysterious sacrificial ritual going on. Ren Pingsheng saw that everyone around him was solemn, and he didn't dare to move, so he waited quietly in place.

After a while, the sound of muttering mantras finally stopped, and the surrounding crowd, like a torrent, fell to their knees in unison, which was spectacular. Ren Pingsheng followed the crowd and leaned down on one knee, but when this person was lying on the ground and had a wide field of vision, he raised his head slightly and secretly looked at the point platform.

I saw that on the high altar of carved railings and jade, there were fireworks in the incense burners of three huge sacred beasts, and the desk that was more than three zhang long was full of all kinds of sacrificial offerings. A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a high crown and a snow-white robe was worshipping on the top of the towering New Year's prayer tower.

When the white-robed Taoist priest got up after saluting, he turned to face the sea of people in the square under the altar. The people were still kneeling, but their waists were erect and they were no longer prostrate. I saw that the Taoist priest was holding a piece of colorful and translucent objects in his left hand, like jade and stone, and with his right hand, he pulled out an antique peachwood sword from behind him. The left hand of the Taoist holding the stone drew a talisman out of thin air, and his right hand cooperated with the sword and volleyed in the air.

The colorful jade instantly shot out a colorful halo. The aura of the Dao spread out in circles, disturbing and mixing with each other, and in front of the Daoist priest, a river and mountain fog ridge as high as a city wall and several zhang wide was opened.

I saw that in the wide fog ridge, a scene that Ren Pingsheng was very familiar with appeared. A huge snow-capped mountain towering into the sky, with a thin breath and a wind and snow barrier that plunges into the sky. The picture slowly moved, and after crossing the top of the snow-capped mountains, I saw a vast plain full of greenery. In Si'an Village, the broken walls are overgrown with weeds, and there are only a few high-walled mansions, which are still vaguely the original.

Ren Pingsheng was in a daze, and when his thoughts were leisurely, the painting style suddenly changed, and an extremely hot scene appeared in the fog of the rivers and mountains. Outside the wall of Shanghe Village, it has become a construction site, where thousands of craftsmen are moving bricks and stones to build the city wall; although the scale of the construction site is far less majestic than that of Tongchuan New Town, but it is also an extremely huge project on the mountain of no return.

The scene skips the prosperous Shanghezhai market and turns to the construction site in the north. The city wall has not yet taken shape, and in the place that is suspected to be outside the north city gate, dozens of women and children, old and young, are all tied up.

Ren Pingsheng knew these people, although they didn't have much affection, but they were all villagers who looked up and didn't look down! A few executioners with naked upper bodies, the ghost-headed big knives in their hands flew in turn, and the dozens of women, children, and children, all of them fell to the ground in a moment.

Behind the fog, a majestic and majestic voice came, "The descendants of the sword and demons, do not respect the Dao Law, disobey the heavens, and offend the wrath ......of the heavens; Taiyi teaches the Xijing Corps, fearless of hardships and dangers, sacrifices their lives to pass through the deadly Jiaoxi, climbs over the top of the mountain of no return in the southwest corner of the Xuanhuang world, descends demons and destroys demons, and kills rebellions;

Thousands of believers in the square have bowed and worshipped, long live the mountain!

When this situation happened, Ren Pingsheng didn't dare to make a mistake, and then pretended to be pretending, and his eyes were about to split. It's not all for these women and children who don't have much friendship with themselves, but more for those who watch people's heads fall to the ground, blood stains the loess and shouts long live.

What kind of ability is it to kill these women, children, and old people who are scattered and hidden; if they meet my father and them, it is difficult to say who will cut off whose head! Ren Pingsheng secretly slandered him.

However, the next picture made him stunned and overwhelmed for a moment.

Looking at a middle-aged Taoist with a hairpin and a graceful demeanor, flying down from the top of the snow-capped mountain, landing on the high stone flat at the top of Xiling Heaven, commanding hundreds of black armor and black armor apologists, holding torches and oil pots, lit countless fires in the mountains of Xiling, burning all the way to the past. The Xiling mountains, which stretch for dozens of miles, have turned into a sea of fire!

From time to time, a man from the Ren family with a long sword rushed out of the gap in the mountain fire, but immediately fell into the siege of the armor soldiers. These swordsmen don't even have a chance to fight to the death.

There is a handsome young general in military uniform, who is very familiar with the terrain and landforms around Xiling, and constantly guides those black-armored soldiers, blocks gaps everywhere, and kills those swordsmen who rush out sporadically.

This young general, Ren Pingsheng is very familiar with him, his surname is Zhu, and his name is Tian Jiao. I was soft-hearted and didn't kill him, and I didn't want to raise tigers for a few years.

The fire was raging, and from mid-day to sunset, the entire Xiling Mountains were already a scorched earth! There were no less than 100 swordsmen who rushed out sporadically or broke through in groups and were killed. From beginning to end, Ren Pingsheng stared intently at the mountains and rivers and fog, and his heart was in his throat, thumping.

In his memory, he had never been so nervous even when facing the whip that could cut blood on his ass.

The mountain fire spread to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and although Ren Pingsheng was still full of resentment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That familiar figure, that familiar sad imitation sword, has never been seen.

He knew that with his father's ability, even if he wanted to die, he would not be burned to death quietly in the fire.