The red light of that star in the night sky is insignificant in the eyes of most people in the world.

It's not that they can't see it, but the vast majority of people have more things to worry about, especially many people who are busy with three meals a day, and they fall asleep quickly after being covered with bedding, and they don't care about the red light of the star at all.

In Zhao Land, far away from Changling.

Hundreds of miles outside Handan, the capital of Zhao, there is a small town.

The land was pitch black, but there was a place in the town that glowed with a dazzling red.

The red light stained the town like a pool of lava.

Streams of heat continued to rise towards the sky.

There is a blacksmith shop here.

There is not much fame.

But anyone who has worked here knows that what this blacksmith shop makes is good and durable.

A shirtless teenager was striking iron.

His eyebrows are very thick, and although his facial features look a little green, every time he swings the hammer, every muscle on his body beats, giving people a feeling of extraordinary strength and maturity.

Sweat continued to shake out of his body, landing on the red-hot sword tire in front of him, making a snorting sound.

He had his back to the stars.

But a middle-aged man who walked by the well not far behind him knew he was uneasy.

The middle-aged man was dressed in the most ordinary coarse cloth shirt, and he was even barefoot, without shoes.

His palms and fingers are very thick, and it looks like he has done too much ironwork with rough benzene.

His face is also very ordinary, and he walks in the streets and alleys, and I am afraid that he will not attract anyone's attention at all.

The most important thing is that he even seems to be no different from ordinary people.

He doesn't even give people any special feelings.

"You're thinking too much. ”

He walked up behind the young man, squinted slightly at the fire gushing out of the hearth in front of him, and then said these four words directly and coldly.

The boy didn't turn around, and he didn't even stop beating the red-hot sword fetus.

This sword tire was constantly beaten by him, and the pure gold on the sword body did not know how many times it had been folded, and the surface of the entire sword tire had been covered with wonderful patterns after thousands of tempers, and the patterns were overlapped, as if there was a mysterious world inside.

Such a sword fetus may seem perfect in the eyes of many sword masters.

However, the boy seems to continue to be beaten, and he doesn't know how long he will be beaten.

"That star is the Bewitching Star, and it has something to do with the legendary Bewitching Sword?"

It's just the boy's voice, but it sounded.

The middle-aged man said unusually simply: "Yes, and the legend is true." ”

The young man didn't expect the middle-aged man's answer to be so simple and affirmative, and although his movements did not pause, he was speechless for a while.

The middle-aged man continued, "But what does this have to do with you?"

The young man was finally stunned, and the movements in his hand paused slightly, "The third junior brother has gone out to practice, I know that you also intend to let me go out to practice, today's bewitching star reappeared, if the legend is good, it means that the bewitching sword has reappeared, and the bewitching sword is also one of the most peculiar famous swords, I think it is better to take the opportunity to go out and practice, and find this sword back." ”

"But who is missing a sword in my sword furnace?" said the middle-aged man.

The young man was stunned again, and then said: "The material of the Bewitching Sword is special after all, maybe it can be re-smelted." ”

"There is no good or bad sword, the key is in people. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Even if it is an ordinary material, it has been tempered countless times, fused with the vitality of heaven and earth, fused with your vitality and patience, and dyed with your blood and sweat, it is truly one with you, what does this have to do with the material?"

The young man froze, he finally understood, "Master, I understand." ”

......

"Why use Li Si?"

A man in civilian clothes appeared behind Li Buxiang.

He said softly with some puzzlement: "Li Si has already been in contact with Zheng Sleeve before, if I am not mistaken, I am afraid that he has already walked with Ying Wu and the others." ”

"Ganlong, even you don't understand why I'm doing this, which means that this thing has already happened. Li Buxiang turned his head, looked at the man sitting next to him, and smiled.

The man was Gan Long, an officer of the Terracotta Division.

"You are just an errand runner in the Terracotta Division now, but who would have thought that you are the person I have cultivated for twenty years?" Li Buxiang looked at Gan Long and said, "I use Li Si just because he is a disciple of Chen Buxian, strictly speaking, he is a rebel who betrayed Chen Buxian. ”

Gan Long's eyebrows raised slightly, he understood a little, but he felt that Li Buxiang was in a good mood today, so he didn't speak, just continued to listen quietly.

"Li Si went to Korea with his mother back then, starting from the end of Wei, but Chen Buxian just found him out and accepted him as a disciple, although he is not a wholehearted cultivation, but he is always very good to him on the face, and he has also taught a lot of powerful skills, Chen Buxian accepted him as a disciple, not because he values his talent, but because he is a distant relative of my Li family, presumably Chen Buxian is waiting for him to succeed in his studies, and then secretly arrange him to return to Changling, when the time comes, if I have a heavy use, Li Si is a nail he buried beside me. ”

Li Buxiang said with a smile: "It's just that Li Si still has some ambition, or he is a little pedantic, he always thinks that he is a Qin person, and since he is a Qin person, what he thinks should not be used by foreign dynasties to deal with Qin, so he returned to Changling, but Chen Buxian found that he had such a mind, you said that Chen Buxian wanted him to die." ”

Gan Long nodded and said, "So Chen Buxi will definitely send someone to kill him." ”

"Li Si is not Chen Buxian's most proud disciple, Chen Buxian's most proud disciple is Chen Nianyuan, his own son, in the past few years, he is extremely satisfied with Chen Nianyuan, and Chen Nianyuan's cultivation is also very suitable for this bewitching sword. Li Buxiang smiled and said, "So as long as the place is chosen well enough, Chen Nianyuan should come to take this bewitching sword and kill Li Si by the way." ”

"Good enough place to choose?"

Gan Long really understood what Li Buxiang meant, he was shocked, and said, "You mean this bewitching sword...."

"Famous swords don't appear for no reason and disappear for no reason. ”

Li Buxiang glanced at him and said, "The most powerful thing about the Bewitching Sword is that everything about it, including its legends, is enough to deceive people's hearts. ”

Gan Long took a deep breath, he stopped talking, but his hands trembled slightly unconsciously.

In the past ten years, he has fully understood how terrible this old man is, but many times like tonight, he still feels that he does not know deeply enough.

"Chen Bu wants to take care of the death of others, his idea has come true, but he will never be the one who takes advantage of the transaction, and he always has to pay the price sometimes. ”

Li Buxiang was in a good mood, and he continued softly: "Everyone has weaknesses, especially people like him, if Chen Nianyuan dies, he should also make a lot of mistakes that he would not have made in the first place." ”