Some cultivators with little combat experience are easily intimidated by real death, but horse thieves who lick blood on their blades all day long are not.

They know that the harder they are, the easier it is to survive, and they are good at taking chances.

At this moment when Wang Jingmeng was thoughtful, several horse thieves silently smashed out a puddle of lime at the same time, and then drew their knives and pounced towards Wang Jingmeng.

However, there was no lime powder rushing on Wang Jingmeng's face.

The purple bamboo, which was still flowing with blood, rolled up some heaven and earth vitality and turned into a shallow flowing cloud.

The cloud swept up the lime powder and rushed back, hitting the horse thieves in the face instead.

These horse thieves did not expect such a change at all, and they all screamed in horror with sharp pain in their eyes for a while.

Poof!poof!poof!poof....

They heard voices like this in their own bodies and in the bodies of their companions around them.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

Wang Jingmeng didn't change his sword move at all, he repeated the same action like chopping vegetables, holding the purple bamboo in his hand and stabbing it straight out, stabbing into the opponent's throat, and then pulling it out.

The screams stopped.

After a few heavy objects slamming on the floor, calm returned to the shop.

Blood was running down the ground.

The lime powder was mixed with blood and began to bubble hot.

There was an unpleasant heat rising around Wang Jingmeng's body.

It's just that Wang Jingmeng didn't care about this.

He was thoughtful.

The right sword move can make the process of fighting more relaxed and enjoyable, and a good sword move should also need a more suitable sword.

The purple bamboo in his hand is, of course, not a sword.

It's just that there happen to be a few blacksmith shops here, and it's quite famous in the surrounding area.

"Looks like you're really good. ”

He thought of Gu Liren and couldn't help but shake his head again.

Gu Liren is not by his side, but even if he is not by his side, it seems that he has drawn a step-by-step footprint for him to move forward.

......

"I want a sword. ”

Wang Jingmeng walked into a blacksmith's shop and said to the blacksmith who was beating a piece of red iron around a leather skirt.

"There are four blacksmith shops here, why did you choose mine?"

The blacksmith did not look back, but asked very strangely, "You can easily see that I have the worst business in this business." ”

"The business is the worst, either it's the most expensive, or the craftsmanship is really bad. Wang Jingmeng looked at the red piece of iron, and then looked at the hammer he kept picking up, "If the craftsmanship is really bad and the business is the worst, then you won't be able to open it for a long time, let alone the sound of striking iron is so good." ”

"Just nice to hear?"

"To be able to swing the hammer like a sword proves that I made the right choice, but for me, it certainly doesn't take so many conditions to determine a simple thing. Wang Jingmeng looked at the strange blacksmith and said, "What's more, I don't want a sword once and for all... I've only just started practicing, and my thoughts and realms are changing, and my opinion on swords will definitely change as well, so I don't need to be so entangled. ”

The blacksmith stopped.

He paused for a moment and said, "The disciple selected by Gu Liren is really good. ”

Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows were slightly raised.

Before he could speak again, however, the blacksmith had already set fire to a rusty iron box by the wall with his hammer.

"You keep half of the money of those horse thieves, and you can pick any sword in the iron box. ”

The blacksmith's tone was flat, but Wang Jingmeng heard the extraordinarily turbulent waves.

He took his breath in front of the rusty tin box, then slowly reached out.

Although he had expected it, when this ordinary iron box opened, his pupils still contracted uncontrollably and sharply, his eyes stinged, and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes the moment he closed them.

There are less than ten swords in this iron box, but the sharp breath is at the moment when the iron box is opened, just like a sealed cold spring overflowing at the moment of unsealing.

Wang Jingmeng took a deep breath, the thin true yuan in his body flowed, and he opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of crystals.

His face was colored in color.

These swords are all colored.

In other words, when these swords were blowing, Wang Jingmeng could clearly feel that these swords had their own unique personalities.

A good sword is like a beauty, at least for those who use it.

The blacksmith knows very well what kind of attraction his box of swords has for swordsmen, these famous swords have their own character and life, and most swordsmen can easily expose their truest side in front of these famous swords.

However, Wang Jingmeng's reaction was really beyond his expectations.

The young man's spirit seemed to have been deeply attracted by these swords, but he always stood silently, not even taking any of them into his hand to watch.

Wang Jingmeng didn't notice when the sound of striking iron stopped.

He made a decision after dozens of breaths, reaching out, taking the sword he had chosen in his hand and lifting it.

"You chose this sword?"

It was only when he closed the iron box and turned around that the blacksmith finally determined that Wang Jingmeng did not want to see it first, but had already chosen the sword.

It was only at this time that Wang Jingmeng saw the blacksmith's face clearly.

It was a thin man in his fifties, his beard was messy, sticky with sweat, and he looked sloppy. His cheekbones are high and his lips are thin, and in general, people with this type of face tend to appear mean and sharp, but this thin man's eyes are deep and deep, but they only give a sense of calm and resoluteness.

Behind him was a burning stove, and because of the backlight, his complexion was a little dark, but his eyes were brighter.

Looking at the sword in Wang Jingmeng's hand, his eyes were very complicated.

Wang Jingmeng looked at him, then glanced at the sword in his hand, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes." ”

"Why did you choose this sword?"

The blacksmith took a deep breath, the emotion in his eyes disappeared, and all of them turned into calm, "This sword does not look strange among those swords, if you want to cultivate the flying sword, the purple sword in the box is the famous sword Ziwei of Zhao State, the sword is two feet long, and it is made of unique star steel, and the purple star shines from the inside, and it is unpredictable." If it is required to be sharp, the snow-white sword inside is called Hanshi, and it is extremely sharp after focusing on the true element, and if you want to cultivate the natal sword, the turquoise sword inside is called the Mandate of Heaven ....."

Wang Jingmeng listened carefully, and he looked at the sword in his hand at the same time.

The sword in his hand, even from a good-looking point of view, is indeed a certain gap with those swords.

His sword was blue-yellow, and very pale in color, much like the color of the new shoots of many trees in the early spring.

The runes of this sword are also very faint, and it seems that they will be erased with a casual wipe.

The hilt of the sword is also not much retouched, except that it is slightly darker and has a yellowish tinge.

But the hilt of the sword is exceptionally comfortable to hold.

The feeling of this sword in the hand is also extremely comfortable.

It doesn't take much force, and the sword doesn't seem to slip out of your hand.

The weight of the sword body is not light or heavy, and the runes in the hilt and sword body are also extremely docile, like a part of the meridians of his body.

"It was very comfortable. ”

So he told the blacksmith very honestly how he felt.

"A sword must first make people feel comfortable. And this sword doesn't have much aftertaste, this sword is very authentic, and the swordsman who refined it shouldn't have deliberately let it pursue a certain aspect. ”

"The sword must first make people feel comfortable, braised pork is braised pork, and no matter how delicious braised pork is, it must also be delicious meat, not other flavors that are blended. And the sword is a partner, I don't need the sword to have too strong a personality, I don't want to control or suppress, I like to be accompanied. ”

Hearing these words, the blacksmith's brow furrowed deeply, and he was silent for a long time before he slowly raised his head and smiled bitterly.

He has been on the road of pursuing perfection for a long time, and at this time, listening to Wang Jingmeng's words, he realized that he had forgotten himself back then, and forgot his heart.

"What's the name of this sword?" asked Wang Jingmeng seriously.

"This sword has no name. The blacksmith said lightly: "This sword was refined when I was thirty years old, I was not very satisfied with it back then, and it was sealed in this box. ”