Li Moru followed the old Yang Tou, along the river bank next to the old willow tree, and the two of them followed the current all the way upstream.

Because the blacksmith shop was to the east, along the river there was mostly farmland, and the banks of the river were full of golden willows, and the tender green buds were just emerging from the branches.

Mo Ru took a stick of incense to dissipate the heat on his body before putting on his clothes, Lao Yang's cigarette had already been smoked, he took a breath of phlegm, and then put his hands behind his back.

Li Moru on the side asked, "I just let you see the fire, what did you see?"

"If you want to keep the flame for a long time, you have to add firewood, and the temperature of the flame will change at any time, if you want to make iron, you have to put in the iron at the right temperature, otherwise if the charcoal fire is extinguished, the temperature is not enough, and the iron cannot be heated. ”

Lao Yang Tou was very satisfied and nodded, "Yes, it's really much better than those stinky boys, but you can't strike iron yet." ”

Li Moru asked, "Why?"

Old Yang raised his hand and wiped his sleeve down, "Why, can you lift that hammer when you look at you and your little arms and thin legs?"

"As the saying goes, you need to be hard to strike iron, you have to exercise first. ”

Li Moru asked, "How do you exercise?"

"You go back and tell your parents that you will eat and live with me in the future, and go back once every five days, and I will pay you as usual, and you have to be an apprentice when you are an apprentice." ”

Li Moru nodded.

"Yo, you promised it very happily, aren't you afraid that your mother won't agree?"

"My mother said, as long as I am sure that I want to do it, I will do it, Mr. Mo also said, there is a specialization in the art industry, and I am not the material for reading and learning, it is better to follow you well, and forge a good sword by myself in the future, I will go out to do chivalrous righteousness and be a sword fairy. ”

After speaking, he let out a hearty laugh, as if he had seen the scene of his white clothes fluttering and becoming a famous sword immortal on the rivers and lakes, just when he wanted to fantasize about something else.

Old Yang banged a chestnut on his head, "Do you still want to walk the rivers and lakes and act chivalrous? ”

Li Moru approached Lao Yang's head, and then said with a flattering smile: "So don't you come to learn from your old man, just the two times you wielded the sledgehammer that day, I knew that you were by no means mortal." ”

"What am I not mortal?"

"I see you, you are a fairy who lives in seclusion, do you have any elixir or anything here, you can make me a god if you eat it, or what treasure are you always going to give me, can I go out to dominate the rivers and lakes?"

Old Yang knocked a chestnut on his head again, "You stinky boy, what are you putting in your head, it's not a god or a dozen immortals, how can there be a god in this world?"

Li Moru pouted, "That's what it says in "The Legend of Sou Shen". ”

Old Yang blew his beard and glared and said, "If you mention this to me again, you will get out of here!"

Li Moru hugged his thigh and said, "Okay, okay, can't I say it in the future?"

"Don't be poor, follow me honestly. ”

The two found a place to sit down by the river, and Old Yang Tou began to talk to Li Moru about ironsmithing, explaining to Li Moru why he chose the blacksmith shop here in the first place.

Lao Yang Tou said that the most important thing in striking iron is four things, iron ore, furnace temperature, quenching materials, and water for quenching.

And the reason why he chose the blacksmith shop here in the first place was because the water in the ancient town was heavier than the water in other places, and it could forge good swords.

Li Moru asked, "Is the water still heavy?"

Old Yang Tou put his hand into the water, like the fingers of a dry vine running through the clear water, the water flowed out of his fingers, the water flow was very slow, and the old Yang Tou was also very slow, as if this moment was still.

Li Moru followed the example of Lao Yang Tou and put his fingers into the water, the children who grew up by their waterside have been crawling in the river since he was a child, but he has never really touched and felt the water flow like today.

Old Yang tilted his head and asked him, "How is it?"

"It's so soft, like a silk scarf, not softer than a silk scarf, I can't find the words to describe it, but I still can't feel the weight of the water you said?"

Old Yang Tou pretended to be serious and said: "Isn't it important for water to contain all things?

Li Moru glanced at him, "And why do you say such things like Mr. Mo, but you don't have the same feeling as him." ”

Old Yang Tou laughed, "Yes, that kind of book is not interesting, it is not as good as the ghost story you said? ”

Li Moru pulled out his hand, "I don't agree with this, Mr. Mo doesn't often tell us those benevolence, righteousness and morality, he often teaches me some principles of life." ”

He touched his head and said: "I don't have it, although I can't take anything, how can I repay virtue with virtue." ”

Then he smiled and said, "Look at it, I think these words make a lot of sense." ”

Lao Yang asked Li Moru: "Stinky boy, are you willing to learn martial arts from me?"

Li Moru pretended to be contemplative, "Let me think about it, um—would you like to?"

Old Yang Toubang was a chestnut again, "Hey, give you face, right?" ”

Li Moru hugged his head and groaned: "Am I wrong? Isn't it okay for me to be a little more reserved, if I want to refuse and welcome, can't you let me pretend? It really is, ah! It hurts." ”

Lao Yang touched his gray beard and said with a smile: "Still pretending to be with me, I have lived for such a long time, what kind of person has not been seen, there are more people than you can pretend, just your little way, dare to get an axe?"

Li Moru pursed his lips and didn't speak again, he naturally wanted to learn kung fu from Lao Yang Tou, that day he saw Lao Yang Tou wielding such a heavy hammer as if he had nothing, he knew that Lao Yang Tou was either an immortal or a martial artist.

Since Lao Yang Tou met Li Moru, it seemed that a knot in his heart had been opened at once, and his thoughts that had been silent for ten years surged again, and Li Moru made him see a glimmer of hope from despair, a glimmer of hope to defeat himself and that person.

He remembered the scene when he was defeated by that person for the first time, that was when he was also a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, and later, out of nowhere, such a person came out, the sword was like a flowing cloud, and he was confused, and his fist and swordsmanship were not that person's opponent at all.

And his sword was cut off by the man.

Since then, he began to study the method of forging swords while practicing, vowing to forge the best sword in the world, and then for many years, he never met that person again, and every time he heard the news of that person, he rushed over, but every time it was not the time to make a move.

Until now, he has not been able to fight with that man a second time, he is unwilling, but he is helpless, so that he opened a blacksmith shop in this ancient town, and slept with a fan every day.

Those whose hearts are dead don't care when death comes, because they have already died.

But on the day he saw Li Moru, it seemed that the heavens had shone a ray of sunshine into his gloomy tomb, and someone could see the sword, which meant that Li Moru had a chance to get the sword.

So for him, the opportunity has come, what he didn't do back then, now he can try it in a different way, maybe there will be unexpected results.

He looked at Li Moru on the side, holding his head carefree, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Lao Yang Tou said to Li Moru, silly boy, do you know what the first step in martial arts is? You have read so many gods and ghosts, and you should know a little more about the novels of heroes.

Li Moru hurriedly stood up and looked confident, he was still very confident in himself in these aspects, he replied: "First of all, the most important thing is qi, qi is the most important thing to provide one's own martial arts, just like a fire, you must continuously add firewood, and the fire can be vigorous." ”

Lao Yang nodded, showing a more satisfied gaze, "It seems that those people who write these books are not completely nerds, and there are a few people who are a little knowledgeable." ”

Lao Yang Tou told Li Moru that the most important thing for a person who practices martial arts is to take a sip of the weather, the length of the qi determines the strength of your punch and the time of the punch, if the qi is insufficient, the fist is weak, just like a bulging ball, if the qi is insufficient, it will be soft and have no resistance.

And those who practice martial arts must not only learn to store qi, but also learn to practice qi. The qi is deep, the accumulation is extended, the extension is lower, and the lower is fixed. The rules are solid, the solid is cute, the sprout is long, the long is retreating, and the retreat is the sky. The days are on top, and the earth is on the bottom. If you go with it, you will live, and if you go against it, you will die.

That's why there are those things that go crazy in Li Moru's book, they just haven't learned to follow the trend in the process of practicing, and it's not impossible to go against the trend.

Lao Yang Tou told Li Moru not to easily go against the trend, just like the blood in the human body, if you go along with the same and go against the blockage, it will be silted, and the tendons and veins will be blocked, and the body will explode and die.

Unless it is those who are particularly strong in martial arts, they can retrograde the muscles and veins of the whole body and forcibly reverse Zhou Tian, but that requires very deep internal force to achieve, at least Lao Yang Tou himself can't do it, so he advised Li Moru not to try it easily.

Li Moru said: "I'm not stupid, your old skills are not enough, not to mention me, I don't want to die." ”

Li Moru suddenly thought of something, so he leaned over to Lao Yang Tou and asked, "Master, does your old man have a famous name in the rivers and lakes?"

Old Yang Tou glanced at him and said with a smile: "There is no Taoist priest with a name, as for the ranking, it can barely be regarded as the second in the world." ”

"What about the number one in the world?"

"I call myself the second in the world, why can't you speak?"

Li Moru said with a smile: "I understand, the disciple completely understands now, the master is the second in the world, and what else is the first in the world." ”

After holding the stinky feet, Li Moru had a disdainful expression, for fear that Lao Yang Tou would not be able to see the full disgust written on his face.

When Lao Yang saw him like this, he couldn't help but give him another chestnut. "Let you skin. ”

Lao Yang Tou then said some words to Li Moru about his luck, sinking into the dantian, and preparing for the attack.

He told Li Moru that if he really left the ancient town in the future, he would never listen to those people boasting about his name and ranking, only incompetent people need these hypocritical gimmicks to scare others.

And real masters usually don't care about this, Li Moru felt that although Lao Yang Tou's words made sense, he had already thought of a nickname for himself, called the white-clothed sword fairy, which sounded very handsome.