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To the southeast, in a slightly remote col, there is a shed.

The shed is quite large, with several wooden stakes with thick bowl mouths, covered with mountain thatch, woven into rows, and then stacked on top of the criss-crossing purlin rafters, and it becomes a simple thatched hut.

There are all kinds of wooden shelves in the shed, which appear to be disorganized, and many weapons are hung on the shelves -

In fact, there is only one type of weapon:

Sword!

Different swords, some are long and some are short, some are heavy and some are light, some look weird, and even the sword body is curved......

A feast for the eyes.

Obviously, this is a swordsmithing shop.

Outside the shed, there was a huge stove, the fire was in full swing, and a man next to him was swinging a hammer to strike iron, and as the hammer fell, the sound of clanging came out.

This man is shirtless, revealing half of his strong muscles, and because of his tall stature, he looks like a giant bear.

He had messy hair and a half-beard, and he couldn't tell how old he was.

But Zhao Lingtai clearly remembers: he is forty-five years old this year!

The man's expression was focused, the handle of the hammer in his hand was half a foot long, and the shape of the hammer body was not very regular, more than twice as wide as an ordinary hammer, which looked very heavy.

But it is estimated that there is only a "heavy" word, this iron hammer, without any ornamentation, does not seem to have been forged and polished, quite rough, it can be said, it is just a primitive iron lump.

Look more carefully, those swords on the shelf, no matter what kind of swords, all of them are defectively crafted, and some of the swords are uneven, there are still cracks, and even gaps......

There are so many swords, all of them are defective, none of them can be used, and when they are put outside, they can only be used as scrap copper and rotten iron.

"Anu, it's been almost thirty years, and you haven't even forged a sword......

Zhao Lingtai looked at it, with a wry smile on his face, and muttered in his mouth. Seeing the hammer rise and fall, I listened to Qingyue's jingle sound:

However, the rhythm of this iron striking is extremely skillful and has some special charm.

It's no wonder that wielding it thousands of times a day, thirty years like a day, the sword can't be cast, and the kung fu of striking iron must be perfected.

At this time, two outer disciples of the Sword Sect walked down the mountain carrying a large basket of things, carried them to the front of the iron shop, and then put them down, one shouted, "Uncle Anu, this month's materials have been sent to you." ”

The hammer in the man's hand kept stopping, and his eyes swept the basket: "Is that all?"

The disciple replied, "That's all that was given out above." ”

The man stopped talking, still striking iron.

The two disciples took their leave and left, walked farther, and one muttered, "This Uncle Anu is really a strange person." ”

Another lowered his voice: "I think it's a waste." ”

"Yes, I don't have cultivation, I have no brute strength, I have beaten iron for decades, and I have forged swords for decades, but I can't use any of them. Look at those swords, they are not as good as the goods in Lingtai Town. But the faction still has to provide a large number of materials for him to use every month, and after so many years, I don't know how much heavy iron and gold have been wasted. ”

As he spoke, the disciple's face was full of regret.

"Hey, who called people high-ranking people, I heard that it was still the order of the ancestor that as long as he was still striking iron, no matter how many things he used, the faction had to provide it. ”

The two talked as they walked, and when they saw Zhao Lingtai, they shouted, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Zhao Lingtai took out a wooden sign: "I am a newly recruited laborer, I am fine today, just come here to take a look." ”

After checking that the sign was correct, a disciple said, "Don't run around, it's not a trivial matter to commit a taboo." ”

Zhao Lingtai hurriedly said: "I know this. ”

The two disciples ignored him and left on their own.

Zhao Lingtai didn't go to the iron shop, which was not something he could do as a laborer, so he turned around and returned to the dormitory.

When lying on the simple mat, Zhao Lingtai began to think about things: Anu couldn't forge a sword, so he was banished to the outer gate? However, you are friends who have played since childhood! Could it be that you are also cold-hearted guys?

Thinking about it, his eyes gradually cooled.

At that time, Zhao Lingtai learned the Tao, went down the mountain with a sword, and wanted to find the mysterious immortal to repay his kindness.

These four children are actually the first generation of disciples under him. It's just that one of them, that is, Anu, has some problems, and his innate divine power is blocked, but his meridians are blocked, and he can't cultivate the Dao, and he has cultivated for several years, and he has not made any progress. However, Zhao Lingtai did not give up because of this, but let Anu choose.

Anu said that he wanted to learn to forge a sword from iron.

So, Zhao Lingtai placed a place for his use.

As for the other three, they are all gifted and intelligent, and they have good roots, and they learn swords quickly.

Later, Zhao Lingtai went into retreat, so he was relieved to hand over the affairs of the sect to the three to govern. In his mind, because Anu did not learn his own kendo, he did not include him in the ranks of the lineage. But emotionally, Zhao Lingtai is the closest to Anu.

Now seeing that Anu has fallen to the outer gate and lives in a simple thatched hut, Zhao Lingtai is inevitably angry in his heart. However, it seems that Lin Zhongliu and the others dare not do it, at least they provide certain materials for Anu to practice every month.

After thinking for a while, he gathered his mind and began to meditate and cultivate.

There was nothing to do all night, and the next morning was faint, Zhao Lingtai woke up and started to do things.

Twenty pounds of water were carried and 500 catties of firewood were chopped.

This is Zhao Lingtai's workload in a day, he did not slack off, cleaned up a little, received knives and axes, first went to chop wood, chopping steadily and quickly, and the work was completed in half a day; after lunch, take a nap, and then pick up two buckets and start to fetch water.

Lingtai Mountain is clear and beautiful, with its own stream, one of which originates from the top of the mountain, flows all the way down to the foot of the mountain, and finally forms a pool, which is near the outer gate area.

The waterhole is famous, saying: Go back to Xitan!

It's quite literary.

Because of this name, Zhao Lingtai happened to pass by, rested here, and took it casually.

Now to fetch water, it is to go into the pool. Then pick it up and pour it back into the three large water tanks.

Summer has arrived, the weather is hot, not only to cook, but also to boil water for the laborers to drink, a lot of water every day.

Before Zhao Lingtai, there were actually people who did this job, but this person hoped to go to the construction site and be treated better, so Zhao Lingtai was replaced.

In his previous life, Zhao Lingtai had almost never done such a thing, and most of the time was either spent on reading or cultivating, and he was doing it now, with a sense of freshness, but with interest.

I have read the classics, in which there are words, big and small things, happy events and sad events, all of which are experiences.

Makes sense.

Zhao Lingtai didn't realize this in the past, until he was demoted to a dog, and there were subtle changes in both his mood and his views.

For him, in fact, chopping wood and carrying water can be practiced.

There is a distance from the return to Xitan to the room, and it takes about half an hour to go back and forth.

One trip or two, when I picked up more than 20 loads, it was getting dusk.

"Huh?"

When Zhao Lingtai went to the edge of the pond again, he found that there was another person there, with a slender figure, dressed in the clothes of a unified outer disciple of the Sword Sect, but he couldn't hide the fresh and refined beauty.

It's Xu Jun!