Back then, everyone knew that the disciples of the Sword Sect were as mysterious as this sect, and all the disciples who went out to walk the Sword Sect set off a gust of wind and waves on the rivers and lakes.

Yao Sanming is, Jade Begonia is, and even the most unknown Long Youchen is.

Everyone knows that the disciples of the Sword Sect are very strong, but no one knows why they are strong.

Yao Sanming still remembers that when he was a blacksmith, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt wanted to buy a sword, and he asked to buy the sword he fought by name.

At that time, Yao Sanming didn't understand, he was just a teenager, and he could only follow the blacksmith master to pull the bellows, beat the hands, and forge a primordial embryo with more than enough strength, but this person wanted to buy a sword from him.

Yao Sanming didn't dare to fight, because the middle-aged eyes in the blue shirt scared him, which was the coldest look in the world.

But when the man threw two ingots of silver on the table, the blacksmith master took the whip and whipped him the back, and said viciously: "Beat, or Lao Tzu will throw you into the furnace." ”

Yao Sanming didn't know why the blacksmith master, who had always been very good to him, suddenly seemed to be a different person, he only picked up the iron, smelted, hammered, cast the embryo, and smelted again, tears dripped down his face on the hot iron, making a "snort" sound, and then a burst of white gas came out.

But those two pairs of cold eyes still looked at him, as if as soon as he stopped, he would really be thrown into the hot furnace.

Yao Sanming only kept hammering, and the calluses that had been ground up were worn out by the hammer that did not take advantage of it, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

In this way, it took three days for Yao Sanming to forge the first sword in his life, crooked, without a blade, and no one thought it was a sword except himself.

The corners of the old blacksmith's mouth twitched, and the blue-shirted customer didn't say a word, it seemed that he was not very satisfied, so it was difficult for these two ingots of silver to be earned.

"Smack!" the old blacksmith whipped Yao Sanming hard, and said sharply: "You will learn the skills that Lao Tzu taught you?"

When the second whip was about to fall, he was caught by the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, and he just said lightly: "It's good, I want this sword." ”

The old blacksmith's face suddenly turned cloudy and clear: "This will wrap you up." ”

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt took out another ingot of silver and threw it into the old blacksmith's arms: "I'll take this kid away." ”

The old blacksmith's wrinkled face, which had been baked by high temperature all year round, was suddenly stretched out by a smile: "Yes, you take it." ”

The cold wind howled, rolling up the dust, and then swirling under Yao Sanming's thin body, Yao Sanming couldn't open his eyes, and his tears didn't stop, but he didn't dare to cry, because the blue-shirted uncle on the side didn't know where he would take him.

After walking for a long time, the wind stopped and it began to snow.

"Come and strike iron at such a young age. Uncle Blue's slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded, making Yao Sanming tremble.

"Master will give me something to eat. ”

"What about the parents?"

"Dead!"

The blue-shirted uncle took out a steamed bun and handed it to him: "Eat!"

Yao Sanming was very hungry, the steamed bun in front of him was the largest and whitest he had ever seen, and it was still the softest in his hand.

"Thank you, you're a good person!" Yao Sanming didn't seem to be so scared of the blue-shirted uncle.

"Really, do you think your blacksmith master is a good man?"

Yao Sanming devoured a few large mouthfuls of steamed buns, stuffed his small mouth slowly, and said vaguely: "It used to be, but now it's not!"

"Why?"

"Because he always beats me, and he doesn't want me anymore. ”

The blue-shirted uncle suddenly laughed, his cold face suddenly melted, and then he didn't know whether to talk to Zhang Shaoyang or to himself.

"What a child. ”

"Little one, it's not that he doesn't want you anymore, it's that I bought you for ten taels of silver. ”

Then he took out the most ugly sword that Yao Sanming had beaten, and said in a low voice: "I'm not a good person, have you seen this sword, this sword is worth twenty taels, you are only worth ten taels, you are not even worth this ugliest sword in the world." ”

Yao Sanming kneaded the remaining half of the soft steamed bun in his hand into a hard dough, but he didn't dare to say a word.

The blue-shirted uncle took him for half a month, and then climbed a mountain, the mountain is 800 zhang, and the stone stairs are 8,000 steps.

The blue-shirted uncle is the one who floats up, the kind that takes a hundred steps in one step.

Yao Sanming originally wanted to run, but after all, it was the first time he saw the fairy, why did he run, and the fairy gave himself steamed buns to eat.

After Yao Sanming climbed to the top of the mountain, he really felt that the world was so big for the first time, looking out from the top of the mountain, thousands of peaks and peaks were in full view, and Yao Sanming, who was young, actually felt that there was a sky-high pride in his heart.

The blue-shirted uncle threw the ugly sword behind Yao Sanming and asked, "Do you want to be worth more than this sword?"

Yao Sanming got up and said almost eagerly: "I think, I think!"

"Okay, then from today on, you will be the fifty-third generation disciple of my Sword Sect. ”

On the day of Yao Sanming's apprenticeship, he saw dozens of swords in the Zhengxin Palace, each one was too beautiful, he had been in the blacksmith shop for three years, and he had never seen the blacksmith master make such a beautiful sword.

"The swords in here are worth a thousand taels, as long as you are valuable, you can take these swords. ”

"Okay, I want the most expensive one. ”

There is a perennial tuyere in the back mountain, and there is a stone toad that has been weathered for thousands of years at the tuyere, and the stone toad will be broken when it is touched, and the blue-shirted uncle will ask Yao Sanming to stack stones on this stone toad.

If the stone toad is broken in pieces, it will eat one less meal.

Yao Sanming almost starved to death, saw that the stones were eaten as steamed buns, and almost knocked out a few teeth, but fortunately, he had a big life, survived, and after practicing for half a year, the stone toad was flattened by him, and ten stones were stacked on top of the stone toad's place.

After stacking the stones, Yao Sanming began to split the river again, and after splitting the river, he began to use two fingers to clamp the sharp long sword that fell from the sky, and almost cut off his fingers several times.

After practicing on the mountain for three years, Yao Sanming has never touched a sword, he has been thinking about walking the sword gate There is obviously a sword word, but why should he practice these things that have nothing to do with the sword, but when he was sixteen years old, the master handed him a sword, not any of the Zhengxin Palace, but a sword from beginning to end, called Bai Lu.

In the autumn of this year, Yao Sanming went to the rivers and lakes alone to walk the sword.

Provoked all the sword masters of the younger generation, Yao Sanming and Bai Lujian became famous from then on, everyone knew this swordsmanship genius who walked the sword gate, but no one knew that this genius was once only worth ten taels of silver.

Seeing Zhang Shaoyang walking with the wind and thorns in his eyes, Yao Sanming didn't say anything, and walked into the room with his hands down, but he was thinking in his heart, how much silver will this guy who chose Honghu Sword and Bailu Sword be worth in the future?