Taiping City is actually not peaceful, there is prosperity and naturally there is a shadow, which can not be avoided in any city, which is mixed, and daily fights are common.

And most of these people are gathered in the west of the city, so the west of the city is also the most chaotic place.

Many places attacked each other, with the exception of a few places, except for the liquor store Qinglou Medical Center, the rest was the blacksmith shop.

Naturally, you have to have weapons in hand, so there are also the most blacksmiths in the west of the city, no matter what kind of weapons you want, even if they are strange and strange, no one has ever seen them, as long as you have enough money, you can drum it out.

Feng Cheng had lived in Taiping City for seventeen years, and knew that this was very common, and when he learned that he needed a sword, the first thought that came to his mind was the blacksmith shop located in the west of the city.

Feeling the heat wave blowing in his face, the sound of bellows and shouts continued to come into his ears, Xu Baichuan frowned, this sword cultivator who likes seclusion, felt that this place was too noisy.

Feng Cheng led the way in front, and after turning a few corners, he came to a blacksmith shop.

This blacksmith shop is not very big, there is a signboard hanging on it, it has been a little blurry after a long time of rain and wind, and can only vaguely recognize the word Nangong, and this blacksmith shop is a little deserted compared to the rest of the hot looks, the stove in the shop looks like it has not been opened for a long time, if it were not for a strong man lying on the deck chair in front of the blacksmith shop, Xu Baichuan couldn't help but suspect that this blacksmith shop was uninhabited.

Feng Cheng walked up to the strong man, listening to the earth-shattering snoring, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless, so he could only shout a few times loudly to wake up the strong man.

The strong man doesn't have the temperament of getting up, otherwise he might lose his temper if his dream is disturbed.

Looking at Feng Cheng standing in front of him, the strong man rubbed his eyes, and after a long time, he said lazily: "It's the Feng family boy, what's the matter, are you going to give me an apprentice, but you also saw it here, the furnace has not been opened for three months, and you can only lie down all day like me when you come." ”

Feng Cheng tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said helplessly: "Uncle Nangong, I'm not here to be an apprentice, I'll come to you to buy a sword." ”

"Buy a sword?" The strong man suddenly came to his senses, frowned tightly, and said with concern: "You kid won't go to the Black Tiger gambling stall to seek death, Shi An is also the number one person in Taiping City, although he didn't continue to attack you for some reason, but you don't have to go to death like this, you go, I won't sell this sword to you." ”

Feng Cheng suddenly felt helpless, and it took a lot of effort to explain, as for the matter of the Black Tiger gambling stall, it was vague and skipped, just said that he successfully took revenge with the help of Xu Baichuan, and did not elaborate on the tricks.

The strong man noticed Xu Baichuan standing not far away, couldn't help but look up and down, and when he saw the autumn wind, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, he followed his father in this blacksmith shop since he was a child to play iron sword, for the sword is familiar in his bones, he only needs to look at any sword weapon, he can have a rough idea in his heart, he can know the quality of this sword, but when he sees the autumn wind, he can't see it, and he can't see that there is only one kind in this world, that is, the sword that gives birth to spiritual wisdom.

This green-shirted swordsman is very unusual.

The strong man silently made a definition in his heart.

Ignoring Feng Cheng, the strong man stood up, walked in front of Xu Baichuan, clasped his hands into fists and performed a Jianghu etiquette, and said loudly: "A certain is a swordsmith Nangong Tie, dare to ask the young man's name." ”

Xu Baichuan was interested, "Sword cultivation, Xu Baichuan." ”

Hearing the word sword cultivation, Nangong Tie's expression changed rapidly, and his previous doubts suddenly became clear, it turned out to be sword cultivation, no wonder he couldn't see the sword on his waist, when did Feng Cheng, a bastard boy, take a sword cultivation doorway, and his luck was good.

Nangong Tie said seriously: "It turned out to be Xu Xianshi, who was rude." ”

Xu Baichuan shook his head and said with a smile: "You don't have to be so restrained, sword cultivation also comes from the rivers and lakes, walks in the rivers and lakes, and treats me as a person from the rivers and lakes." ”

Nangong Tie nodded, and didn't make much fuss about the title, but after Xu Baichuan reported the name of sword cultivation, things were not ordinary after all.

After learning that Xu Baichuan wanted to lead Feng Cheng to the sword cultivation and came here to find a sword, Nangong Tie thought about it, and after thinking about the gains and losses in his heart, he opened his mouth with a guarantee: " To tell the truth, in this Taiping City, my Nangong family cast a sword dare to call the second, no one dares to call the first, this is a name that has been handed down for hundreds of years, genuine, even if it is a random sword, it is all blowing hair and breaking hair, killing people without blood, as for the sword cultivation, although I have not built it, but my grandfather once cast three handles under the guidance of a master, the master took one handle, and left two for payment in my place, saying that if someone comes to find it in the future, let people take it, since the Feng family baby needs a handle, I am not a stingy person, put it here can only be a pearl dust, as long as it does not insult the sword, take a handle and go。 ”

Feng Cheng's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly thanked him, he originally came here to try his luck, if he had it, it would be great, if not, he would not be disappointed, it was a big deal to find a handle in the future, and now he can get it here, then he can save a lot of effort.

Then, Nangong Tie led the two of them into the shop, and after opening the dusty warehouse door, the scene inside appeared in front of him.

There are many shelves neatly placed in the warehouse, and all the shelves are placed with swords without exception, and because the swords have existed for a long time, the whole warehouse is full of edges, and every step of the way, there seem to be countless small swords scratched around the body.

Even Xu Baichuan couldn't help but sigh slightly, the sword-casting family that had been inherited for hundreds of years was really extraordinary.

Nangong Tie is accustomed to these edges, Xu Baichuan is a sword cultivator, and he feels like a fish in water, so the only one who suffers among the three is Feng Cheng, his face is full of bitterness, and he feels that life is like a year.

Leading the two of them to the shelf in the center of the warehouse, Nangong Tie pointed to the two swords placed on the shelf, and said seriously: "The sword is there, but there is one thing you must know, these two swords are forged by the method of masters, and they are born with aura, and they have their own thoughts about the sword master, if these two swords are not willing to follow you, you can't force them, you know?"

Feng Cheng didn't respond, but involuntarily took steps and walked towards the shelf.

Soon the two swords appeared in his eyes.

One is placed on it, equipped with a green scabbard, and it is called Chun Chi.

The other one is placed underneath, without a sheath, and the sword body is half a point longer than that of Chun Chi, and the name is Mo Lu.

I just don't know if it's a stranger or a stranger.

Feng Cheng looked at the two swords quietly, and did not make a quick move, on the way Xu Baichuan told him that if he couldn't find a worthy long sword, then he would not settle, so he was very cautious.

Not far away, Xu Baichuan looked at Feng Cheng who was facing a choice, the corners of his mouth hooked a faint smile, he saw the shadow of a certain person in Feng Cheng, when he was in Yizhuang, he also faced this choice, one is the magic sword, the other is the autumn wind, the two have different paths, each has its own merits, and finally he chose the autumn wind, and there is this journey, if it is replaced by the magic sword, the situation may be different.

Now, let's look at Feng Cheng's choice.

Chun Chi and Mo Lu seem to know their own situation, they both vibrate together, maybe they are excited, or maybe they are competing, they are always unusual, these two swords are born with spirituality, which means that they are born with sword energy, and when they compete, they naturally want to release their sword qi to fight.

Therefore, Feng Cheng bore the brunt of the hardship, but he suffered a lot.

In the midst of the two sword qi, Feng Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan, he wanted to seek help, but was ignored by Xu Baichuan, he couldn't help anything in this matter, he could only rely on himself, if he made a move, although he could easily take it, but in the end, this sword would only recognize him, not Feng Cheng.

Nangong Tie couldn't help but ask, "Immortal Master Xu, if the Feng family's baby didn't take away a sword, what should you do?"

Xu Baichuan chuckled: "If you can't take it, you can't take it away, it should be useless, it's useless to force it, the Great Zhou world has its own world, although it is not like Qingyuan to gather the world's sword cultivation, but over the years, there should also be some sword weapons left, and they should always be able to find it, as for not finding it, it's completely impossible, have you ever heard of a sword cultivator without a sword in his hand?"

Nangong Tie pondered for a moment and felt that this was the meaning, so he didn't dwell on this issue, but turned to ask another question.

"Immortal Master Xu, I heard those stinky poor sour people say that not long ago, Lin Jianxian slashed the saint with a sword, is it true or not? You are a sword cultivator, you should know the inside story, tell me about it. ”

Xu Baichuan said with a smile: "Naturally, it's true, otherwise how dare those scholars spread this kind of news, if the news is fake, even if there are ten lives, it is not enough for the saint to kill." ”

Arrange the saint in the three religions, but the big sin among the major sins, it is good to scold a few words in private and not reach the ears of others, if it is passed out, I am afraid that this cultivation path will come to an end, of course, if you are in a wonderful realm, you are the mainstay of the three religions, scolding is also scolding, after all, maybe in the future, when the opportunity comes, you can also become a saint.

Nangong Tie laughed loudly: "Those stinky and sour, can't lift their shoulders, can't carry their hands, and say something all day long, it's just stinky, and I'm upset when I hear it, and now they have a dead head, and they were still killed by Lin Jianxian with a sword, but it is enough to give us a face in the way of the sword, to say something from the heart, don't laugh, when I heard the news, I was eating, I was already full, and after listening to it, I ate two more bowls, which was really beautiful." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded and said seriously: "The way of the sword is prosperous again because of Lin Jianxian, but this prosperity is like cooking oil on a hot fire, if you want to last for a long time, then there must be another sword immortal, and then it will be the real scenery." ”

Nangong Tie agrees very much, although he is not a sword cultivator, but as a person in the way of the sword, he also thinks that the line of the sword is better.

If another sword immortal appeared, those saints should be angry.

Thinking of this, Nangong Tie suddenly had an idea in his heart, turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan, and asked, "Immortal Master Xu, you said that you can become a sword immortal in the future!"

When Xu Baichuan heard this, he was stunned, and then held down the autumn wind and did not answer.

Sword Immortal?

I think so.

You should go behind the door to have a look, and you should go to the clouds and ask the saints.

A word for the people in kendo for thousands of years!