Wu Huai, who was seriously injured, followed Gao Jizi into the palace to face the saint.

After the two left, a young sword cultivator appeared on the sword platform, and came here to ask the sword.

Chu Xiao and Meng Bai were very worried when they saw the injured Wu Huai.

"Xiao'er, it's time to go home. Li Su said to the second son with a worried face.

Chu Xiao nodded without saying a word.

Meng Bai bowed respectfully to Li Su and said, "Mrs. Li, I'm also going home." ”

Chu Xiao collected his thoughts, clenched his little fists and said, "Meng Bai, in the future, I must practice my sword well and avenge Sword Master Wu!"

Meng Bai grinned: "I can't practice swords, so I'll report my share together." ”

The two teenage confidants are separated again.

After watching the carriage of the Chu Mansion leave the Guanjian Tower, Meng Bai looked around and ran away in the direction of Qinglian Lane.

Qinglian Lane is an alley that is 100 zhang long, but the alley is a little narrow, and the hawkers who usually encounter people who come and go have to avoid it before they can pass.

There are hundreds of courtyards in the alley, some of which are ancestral houses left by ancestors who have taken root here, and some empty houses that do not know who the owner is, but more of them are ordinary people like Meng Bai's family who live here.

It is said that there are no close relatives in the imperial capital, so the people living in Qinglian Lane do not look down on anyone.

It took two hours to walk from Qinglian Lane on Palace Road, but it only took an hour and a half for Meng Bai to run back without stopping, in order to be able to catch dinner.

But this time when I went home for a day and a night, I couldn't wait for my grandfather's sturdy wooden stick.

Gently pushing open the door, the young Meng Bai looked inside the courtyard and found that the door in the courtyard was not open.

The courtyard is a bit rudimentary, with a wooden chair and a human-high porcelain jar, and nothing else.

After entering the door, you can see the main house, that is, the room where Meng Bai and his grandfather slept on weekdays, on the left hand side is a room stacked with sundries, and on the right side is a cooking room.

At this time on weekdays, grandpa should be lying on a wooden chair in the courtyard, and Meng Bai, who was puzzled in his heart, closed the door and walked to the main house.

"Kneel!" A majestic voice sounded in the courtyard, but it was not loud but made Meng Bai's heart tremble.

Meng Bai knelt on the ground without saying a word, and hurriedly explained: "Grandpa! Don't fight yet! ”

"Yesterday, I saw that the weather was too hot, and I was afraid that my grandfather would rest and be hot, so I wanted to go to Jinxi Building to get some cold ice for my grandfather to cool down the heat. People can't give it in vain, so let me wash the dishes, I thought about it, isn't it just washing the dishes, in order to let grandpa you have a good night's sleep in this summer, I also washed more bowls, this wash, I washed until now, and closed my eyes overnight. ”

"Oh, it seems that you are very filial. ”

Meng Bai knelt in the courtyard with his head bowed, never daring to raise it, but said with a straight face: "Of course, grandpa often says that the old man is old and the old man, not to mention that you are my own grandfather, and I should be filial to you." ”

"Smack!"

A cyan three-inch wooden stick hit Meng Bai's arm on the kneeling ground.

Holding the wooden stick is a pair of thin long hands, the old man is wearing a gray cloth coat, a long white hair is scattered behind him, there are two white eyebrows on his dark face, a pair of eyes that seem to be able to see everything staring at Meng Bai, he is more than seven feet tall, he did not bend down, extremely energetic, and he could not see that there was a hidden disease in his body.

"Meng'er, where is the cold ice you got for grandpa? ”

Meng Bai endured the sharp pain in his arm, rolled his eyes and explained, "Ah! ”

Another stick, and Meng Lao, who was standing behind Meng Bai, said with a smile: "Say, where did you go?" ”

"Yesterday . . . Yesterday, I went to find Chu Xiao, there is a big sword cultivator in his family, and he said that he wanted to get to know his grandson. Between the words, Meng Bai said with a crying voice.

Meng Lao sighed: "Get up and go and eat." ”

Meng Bai, a young man with his hands in his arms, got up and walked to the cooking room.

In the courtyard, Meng Lao took out some firewood from the utility room, put it under the large man-high vat in the courtyard, and began to make a fire to boil water, during which he kept putting in some herbs.

After eating, Meng Bai walked to the courtyard and saw his grandfather boiling water, so he naturally took off his clothes, dressed in fine skin and tender meat, took a wooden stool to cushion his feet, and turned it into the tank. Every month, Meng Lao would let Meng Bai soak in the medicine jar for half an hour.

"Grandpa, I'll tell you something, but you have to promise not to beat me. The water was warm, and Meng Bai, who was a little comfortable, rubbed the black mud on his body.

The white-haired old man slowly added firewood, looked at his grandson and said, "Say, I promise not to kill you." ”

Meng Bai muttered and said, "I went to the sword viewing platform today to see those sword cultivators and ask about the sword." ”

When Meng Lao heard this, his white eyebrows furrowed, and he didn't speak, but burned the fire bigger.

"Today, there is a sword cultivator from Fusang Kingdom, first defeated Chen Xiliang, who was more than 300 people on the Taibai List, with a single sword, and then cut off a hand of Wu Jianshi, who ranked one hundred and ten. Meng Bai, who was soaked in the potion, continued.

"And the sword cultivation sword of the Fusang Kingdom is as long as six feet, I really don't know how that person can carry it with such a short stature. ”

The old man didn't answer Meng Bai, but asked, "Meng'er, do you know why Grandpa didn't let you practice swords?" ”

The young man Meng Bai was burying his head in the water at this time to hold his breath, and when he heard his grandfather's words, he immediately exposed his head, and protruded the potion in his mouth and said curiously: "Why?"

"Because grandpa wants you to be a literati. The old man replied.

"Then why is there a book you asked me to memorize, but it is written about the style of sword cultivation in the world, and how domineering the martial artist is?"

"It's to let you know more about the world. ”

"Okay, grandpa, why is the potion so hot today, I feel so hot..."Meng Bai sweated on his forehead.

The old man did not answer his grandson's question, but added some wood to the fire again.

Half an hour later, Meng Bai couldn't stand the temperature of the potion and fainted.

After the old man carried Meng Bai back to the bed in the house, he lay alone on the wooden chair in the courtyard, and the wooden stick in his hand was beating slowly.

After a long time, the old man closed his eyes and recuperated, and suddenly whispered to himself: "That sword should have injured the sword body and was useless." ”

"Huai Cai's potential is far more than that..."

"The ghost shark was born again, so it seems that the old boy survived. ”

"The Chu family should be a big variable in the future...."

"Sword cultivation, sword cultivation, cultivation is a sword, not a Tao. ”

"Meng'er, this kid, is too similar to you back then, I don't want him to follow your path. ”

The white-haired old man lying on the wooden chair, with moist eyes, muttered to himself: "Chaoyang, I miss you very much for my father." ”

......

Qinglian Lane at night is very quiet, not as noisy as ordinary people.

At this time, a carriage stopped at the entrance of Qinglian Lane, and a person walked in the carriage, who was wearing a black robe and a coat and hat on his head, and his face was not visible in the night. I saw him slowly walk into Qinglian Lane, come to the door of the house where Meng Bai's family was, and knock on the courtyard door.

Meng Lao, who was awakened by the knock on the door, slowly stood up and walked to the door, and asked, "Who?"

"Find Meng Yiwu below. The black-robed man outside the door whispered.

Hearing the name of the people outside the door, Meng Lao's pupils contracted, and he said impatiently: "I found the wrong one!" After speaking, he turned around and went back to the house.

Meng Lao, who had just walked to the front of the house, heard the voice just now behind him again.

"The world's number one swordsmith, Meng Lao. ”

The white-haired old man Meng Yiwu turned to look at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and said in a low voice, "You have found the wrong person." ”

The black-robed man who easily climbed into the wall said respectfully: "Old Meng, don't pretend, it was Senior Guzhu who asked me to come here to find you." ”

"Lone Bamboo?!"

Fifty years ago, there was a secret in Tianyi City, which very few people knew. Emperor Li Zhengyang of the Great Xianguo ordered all swordsmiths in the world to enter the palace to cast swords. At that time, Meng Yiwu, who was the world's first swordsmith, rarely cast swords in person, and his disciples were responsible for sword casting on weekdays. After learning of Emperor Xianguo's edict, he randomly called two disciples into the palace to restore his life. But he claimed to be traveling far away and shirked the matter.

Meng Yiwu, who did not plan to enter the palace to forge a sword, accidentally learned that Emperor Xianguo had found an amethyst in the South China Sea. Amethyst stone is known as 'Ziqing Tianxuanjing', in Meng Yiwu's memory, his master mentioned this stone back then, this stone is unique in the world, in the earliest 'sword casting secret record' record, more than a thousand years ago, the emperor of Fusang took out this stone, forged the first sword. This stone has a miraculous effect that can capture people's souls, and then after the tempering of the swordsmith, it is added to the sword to forge a divine sword containing the sword spirit. Although later, the swordsmiths of the world found items that were similar to amethyst.

The creature in the sword was no longer an unusual thing fifty years ago, but the effect of amethyst can make the spirit in the sword more stable and follow the master's practice.

Meng Yiwu, who had cast swords all his life, went to the imperial capital of Daxian, Tianyi City.

Like Meng Yiwu, some hidden swordsmiths who knew about amethyst entered the palace together, and after the layers of screening by the Emperor Xianguo, only six swordsmiths including Meng Yiwu were finally left.

Song Guzhu was one of the six swordsmiths.

......

Meng Yiwu came back to his senses and asked, "What is Guzhu looking for me?"

The black-robed man replied, "Senior Guzhu has called the junior to come and ask you to go to Fusang Country to forge a sword. ”

Meng Yiwu shook his head and said, "Is he stupid? I don't know that the old man can't forge a sword for a long time." ”

The black-robed man continued: "Senior Guzhu also said that you only need to follow me to Fusang Country to know everything. ”

"Don't go!"

"Guzhu senior also said, if the senior refuses, ask me to give you this letter. As he spoke, the black-robed man took out an envelope from his sleeve and handed it to Meng Yiwu.

After reading the letter, Meng Yiwu's white eyebrows furrowed, and he said with some doubts: "Come and pick me up tomorrow." ”

The black-robed man shook his head and said, "Elder Meng, you have to leave tonight." In order to pick you up this time, hundreds of people have died in my Fusang country. ”

Meng Yiwu knew that what the black-robed man said was true, why he had never stepped out of Qinglian Lane or even half a step out of the mansion for so many years was because someone wanted him to die of old age.

"You wait for me to stick of incense. Meng Yiwu said.

The black-robed man bent down and bowed to the former number one swordsmith in the world, withdrew from the courtyard, and waited at the gate.

Meng Yiwu, who returned to the house, looked at his grandson who was sleeping soundly at this time, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist. I saw him sit down at the wooden table next to him and write a letter.

Putting the paperwork next to Meng Bai's pillow, Meng Yiwu straightened his clothes and walked out of the house with the wooden stick that he had never put down.

When Meng Yiwu, who was carrying his hands behind him, walked out of the courtyard gate, he saw several people lying on the ground in Qinglian Lane, and several people on the ground had died of anger.

"Meng Lao, please. ”

The black-robed man, who was always respectful, showed Meng Yiwu the way.

The night stretched the figures of the two for a long time, but the blood stains on the ground were a little dazzling.