Sword is a kind of legend, it itself has a unique significance, many famous swords have been passed down through the ages, China is the hometown of the sword, in the pre-Qin era, China's copper-making technology is very developed, but also for the emergence of bronze swords to provide technical conditions. Swordsman is a sacred term, for them the sword is life, the ancient saying: "The sword is in the people, the sword is dead".

In that small village, far away from the people, lived a very poor peasant family, the father was a carpenter, who made furniture for a living, and the mother was an authentic country woman.

This family has three sons, two girls, and a boy, the two girls are called Ma Zhubi and Ma Zhulan, and the youngest boy is called Ma Zhufan, because the family does not have much money, so he can only raise a boy to practice private school, but the three children are very sensible, they don't spend a penny of money, and they often share housework for their parents.

This family should be happy, but as expected, the father of the family is an alcoholic, often drunk, whenever the father drinks too much, he will always beat his mother, when he was a child, the three children were crippled by this kind of domestic violence, whenever he listened to his mother's crying, the feeling of powerlessness was heartbreaking.

With the growth of the children, Ma Zhubi is 18 years old, Ma Zhulan is 17 years old, and Ma Zhufan is 16 years old. On a moonlit night, a cool breeze came from the rustle of leaves, and the silent thatched hut was filled with the sound of insects, but a cry and a slapstick broke the silence, Ma Zhufan was the first to wake up, because it was such a clear cry, and then there was his sister's cry, that kind of helplessness, that kind of heartbreak, that kind of powerlessness that could only listen to his mother's cry, touched his rebellious heart.

"One is my father, the other is my mother, do I want to beat my father and relieve my mother's anger" Ma Zhufan hesitated, he got dressed, listened to his mother's crying, that kind of heart-tearing feeling arose, he said no to his father for the first time, Ma Zhufan walked to his parents' room, used the strength of his life, slammed his fist on the door, and said angrily: "As long as I am here, you can't beat your mother!"

The whole family was silent, the mother stopped crying, the father stopped scolding the mother, I don't know when the two sisters also arrived here and looked at Ma Zhufan stupidly, the father said with a mouth full of wine: "Is the rabbit cub growing up, yes! ”

"You still know that you are my father, you look at this family, it still looks like a family!" Ma Zhufan retorted, and before he could finish speaking, his father had already chased after him with a feather duster.

Ma Zhufan walked quietly on the river, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would always come to the river, quietly listening to the wind, feeling that there was a voice soothing his soul, the moonlight was sprinkled on the river, the breeze was blowing, rippling layer by layer, in the moonlight, it seemed to be a piece of dragon scales, the aquatic plants on the river were woven into different shapes, some were like people, some were like dragons, some were like horses, etc., this is also one of the reasons why Ma Zhufan likes to come, these aquatic plants always give him a strange feeling, sometimes it feels like aquatic plants are alive,

No one knows the origin of this river, no one knows how deep it is, it has fed generations of villagers, and the villagers call it the ancient Yellow River.

When Ma Zhufan was a child, he liked to listen to the old man tell some legends of the ancient Yellow River, in the legend, this was a wasteland in the past, and there was no one living in a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and then for some reason, overnight, suddenly appeared, a river, and then a lot of trees appeared, and then a lot of animals and humans migrated here, this river is now the ancient Yellow River.

It is also rumored that this river has some connection with the Yellow River, which feeds all living things. There is even more outrageous, I heard that on the ancient Yellow River, there were once a few flying immortals fighting in the sky, and the fight was dark, and now you can still pick up some strange things on the shore.

Ma Zhufan grew up listening to these legends, he wanted to be an immortal when he was a child, and he heard the old people in the village say that immortals can do anything in the sky and into the sea, which made him yearn for it.

Ma Zhufan's mood calmed down, standing by the river, looking at the rippling water waves, and listening to the cheers of the wind in his ears.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a short and continuous voice calling in my head, calling for help. Ma Zhufan was frightened and ran away from the shore at once, "I won't meet ghosts, but I heard that many people have drowned in this ancient Yellow River." ”

He used his hand to constantly soothe the fear in his heart, "But what if someone really asks for help under the water, isn't it not to die and not to be saved, fight." ”

After a moment of hesitation, Ma Zhufan ran to the shore and jumped into the river, the temperature of the river was very low at night, he couldn't help but shiver, and then he followed the cry for help, dived into the water, and soon arrived at the source of the cry for help, but at this time the sound was broken, by the moonlight, Ma Zhufan saw that there was an inconspicuous iron ring on the rock wall in front of him, and the iron ring was already covered with rust.

"Is there a mechanism, there will be no danger! They have already come, whether they are ghosts or people, they have all been saved. Ma Zhufan hit the guts and pulled the iron ring, and at this moment there was a stabbing sound of the iron chain, and then a hole appeared in the rock wall.

There was a faint light shining on his face through the hole, and what surprised him even more was that since not a drop of water in the river flowed into the cave, but suddenly Ma Zhufan's face was distorted and congested, "Damn! suffocate me, it doesn't matter what the hell he is, let's go in first." Thinking like this, Ma Zhufan quickly got into the hole,

The layout in the cave is very monotonous, and the surrounding walls are basically just bare, but it makes Ma Zhufan feel very comfortable.

"It's a strange place, it feels very comfortable, it's like eating ginseng, and I feel strong all over my body. He looked around the cave, in the middle of the cave saw two iron pillars, the iron pillars were covered with rust, and there were two very thick candles on the iron pillars, the candlelight was slowly burning, as if telling a history of vicissitudes, Ma Zhufan cautiously, walked to the candlestick, knocked on the iron candlestick with his hand, and made a "knock, knock" sound

"It's good iron, the voice is a little crisp in the dullness, so that the blacksmith can beat a few good iron tools, and it just so happens that the shovels at home are broken!" Ma Zhufan was carefully calculating.

"Well, what does it smell so good!" he stared blankly at the burning candle in front of him, "I seem to have read in a book before, that only candles made of whale oil can burn such a fresh fragrance, and this fragrance is also good for health." ”

Ma Zhufan was so nervous that he couldn't help himself, "It's hairy, the whale oil is boiled into wax, only the emperor's relatives can use it, and it's very expensive, I seem to remember ten gold coins a catty, these two candles are at least twenty catties!"

On this continent, there are only three kinds of currency: gold, silver and copper, one gold coin is equivalent to ten silver coins, and one silver coin is equivalent to ten copper coins.

But suddenly his face suddenly turned cold, and his legs and feet trembled, for he saw a skeleton behind the candlestick by the light, and under the skeleton was a futon, and the skeleton held a broken iron sword in its hand.