Although last night there were one after another dead people in the land of Jiangnan Water Town, the originally peaceful place was not very peaceful. Who did it, and who killed the people of the New Five Sects? People began to talk about it. Some people say that they organized against the court, and naturally the people of the court sent the Baolong clan to kill them secretly.

Some people also said that they had offended the most powerful beggar gang in the rivers and lakes, so they were killed in their own homes by the group of beggars.

Xiong Zhenqing didn't pay much attention to the street discussion when he heard it, just go his own way and do what he wanted to do. However, as a close confidant of the leader of the Demon Sect, there is still a lot he has to do for the Demon Sect, so he will provoke all kinds of disputes between the rivers and lakes, and he will also blame the beggars for these disasters.

In that way, the Demon Sect can comply with the righteous request of the chivalrous warriors of the rivers and lakes and unite the people of all factions in one fell swoop. The crusade against the beggars also made the name of the beggars discredited. So he still has a long way to go, and it's only a small task for him.

It is also necessary for this relatively calm Jiangnan water town to feel the breath of risk in the rivers and lakes, and it also makes the spy organizations of the Baolong clan who investigate civil affairs useless. First, it also creates an opportunity for the Blood Demon Sect Master to successfully recapture the Demon Sect. After all, the Demon Sect also wants to be an old man in the rivers and lakes, so naturally it will send people to inquire about the news and distract their attention.

Early in the morning, Xiong Zhenqing came to a blacksmith shop with the broken sword from last night, and found that there were many people waiting to repair the weapon, and he had to wait in line for a long time before it was his turn. But he has always been in a hurry, so he walked to the front, took out a piece of silver, and gave it to the first monk Li Qingtian who wanted to plane the staff: "Let me come first, your broken iron rod should have been in the scrap recycling station a long time ago." ”

Although Li Qingtian was not happy, he was a very strong person, and he was a monk, not to mention that this magic wand was cut like scrap copper and rotten iron in his hands. Originally, he didn't plan to repair it, but when he got his silver, he gave way to him, and he still went to travel all over the world, just to obey the orders of the old monk Tangkong, and to go to Southern Shaolin to find the former abbot Tanzong who fled to the land of Nanyi.

Although the people behind were a little dissatisfied, they didn't say anything when they saw that the monks had given way.

This blacksmith is just an ordinary thing, if it is some swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, he has also practiced this kind of work. But after all, the things that are typed out are not as good as another person, and the reason why his business is good is also that the price is high, and it is only suitable for ordinary people and ordinary things. Ever since the young man approached, the old man had smelled a strong smell of medicine. The smell of the medicine was a little pungent, as if it came from the sword in his hand.

So he didn't dare to take this job, and the old man was a one-eyed fellow, and he was striking the iron there vigorously, as if this iron had an enmity with him, and every time he heard it, it was terrifying. The blacksmith lowered his head and didn't look at the sword that Xiong Zhenqing was about to hammer: "I only fight ordinary kitchen knives, long knives, hammers, scissors and the like here." If it's an ordinary sword, it will be a little, but your sword looks a little chic, but I'm afraid that it doesn't have this ability. ”

Xiong Zhenqing saw that he was playing a sword in his hand, and said that he was not very good at swordsmanship, snubbed himself, and said coldly: "You don't help me repair it, you don't do business." ”

The old man looked like he didn't want to do his business, and said: "No, there is so much business in the world, I only do what I like and are familiar with." As for the sword in your hand, even if it delays me to do something else, I am not sure, so I don't take it. ”

"Why are you afraid that I won't have any money for you?" Xiong Zhenqing Ming saw that his signboard had four words written on it, and said that if he didn't fight a sword, could it be that he was really a guy who 'hung a sheep's head and bought dog meat'. He smiled and said, "I can give as much money as I want, as long as you can help me." ”

The old man never seemed to look at people squarely: "It's not a matter of silver, because most of the broken swords of young people are stained with blood." ”

Xiong Zhenqing didn't expect this old man to have some eyesight, and he couldn't help but underestimate the people here, thinking that it was also a place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and sneered: "You're right." ”

He drew his sword, and the light pierced the old blacksmith's eye. The old blacksmith was a little ridiculous, because he was afraid of death in his heart. Xiong Zhenqing took the sword back, and he walked away.

The boss helped me repair the sword, and Xiong Zhenqing put the sword in front of a black-faced blacksmith. The blacksmith looked at the sword set and couldn't help but say, "Good sword, good sword." ”

Xiong Zhenqing said: "What is a good sword." ”

The blacksmith said: "It looks comfortable at a glance, and it can make people like it at a glance, and this is a good sword of yours." ”

"Boss, you are really wise!" Xiong Zhenqing didn't say much, but if he wanted to repair this sword, he couldn't help but ask for someone. If you don't say much, just like the blacksmith just now, if you have money, you can't ask him to fight the sword.

The blacksmith smiled and held the sword in his hand, and a cold air seemed to make the coal fire dark. The blacksmith pulled out the sword, and a puff of smoke came out, with the smell of sweetheart.

Xiong Zhenqing saw that he dared to pull the sword by himself, and did not touch the mechanism in the sword, it seemed that he was also a master, as if there was hope for the broken sword to be forged again, and asked: "How many silver taels will it cost to repair it." ”

"If you refine a sword, you can get a thousand gold, and if you repair a sword, you can get honor, I won't take your silver taels. Blackface Blacksmith said.

But Xiong Zhenqing saw that his iron shop business was cold, and if he didn't collect money, how could he make a living. But it's really a bit difficult to get him to come out with a thousand gold. So when he heard that the blacksmith was so kind, he cheekily said, "Thank you! Well, you can help me fix it! If the uncle has any difficulties in the future, then he will not hesitate to go to the soup." ”

The blacksmith gently stroked the back of the sword with his hand, a blood stain on the finger you had just touched, and said, "Ah Guang, go in and take out the herbs." ”

Ah Guang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What does sword cultivation have to do with a hundred herbs?" ”

The blacksmith said angrily: "If you want to go, you can go, the little cub knows nothing." ”

However, after a while, Ah Guang put the herbs into the coal fire, and the blacksmith also put the sword into the fire, and after burning for a while, the blacksmith struck the sword with an iron hammer, but a hundred poisonous smoke made the blacksmith fall to the ground and could not move. Ah Guang saw it and cried and listened, "Father, father, what's wrong with you. ”

Seeing such a situation, Xiong Zhenqing was hopeless to repair this sword, so he only picked up the sword and left, leaving a hundred taels of silver. The poisoned black-faced blacksmith trembled and said, "This sword is highly poisonous, and only one person in the world can repair it." It was a strange one-armed blacksmith at the west crossing of the city, and he was none other than him. ”

But the blacksmith didn't wake up, Xiong Zhentian ran all morning, and saw several blacksmithing shops along the way. I wanted to try my luck, but I didn't expect those ordinary people to either escape or die. Xiong Zhentian slowly walked to a remote place, and quietly, he heard the sound of striking iron, and the sound of striking iron was only striking after a long time. Xiong Zhenqing went to find the lonely place. He walked to a wasteland, surrounded by only filth.

A small thatched hut with all sorts of iron tools hanging under the eaves outside. It's quiet, and horse-drawn carriages often roll along the roadside. Xiong Zhenqing saw a confused-looking person in the distance, single-minded, striking iron while drunkenly shouting: "Uncle, what do you want?" ”

A person next to him passed by and liked his knife, Zhong Heng got off his horse and asked, "Hmm, this knife is sharp and bright." ”

The man stretched out his finger and said, "The price of this knife is 50 taels of silver." ”

"Fifty taels is a bit expensive, but the knife is good, it's worth it. The one-armed blacksmith boasted and said, "It's not expensive, it's not a good knife, and you get what you pay for." It's not a good knife, what use is it, I can't buy good value, so where does my wine money come from.

Zhong Heng felt that it was very suitable for him, so he waved the knife again, and said interestingly: "Okay, fifty taels is fifty taels." ”

I felt that this person was a little familiar, and asked: "You are a local, how can you be so familiar!" It looks like a nobleman, but he doesn't have so much nonsense as you, and that lonely Sheng is already dead, haha." ”

"Haha, you're not a good person at first glance, and you can't wait for people to die. The blacksmith also quarreled with him, and he did not know whether it was drunkenness.

Zhong Heng saw that he was a poor and sour drunkard, and smiled heartily and said with his burden: "There are sixty taels of silver here, and I will sell you more wine to drink, be careful to drink you to death." ”

Zhong Heng got on the horse as he spoke, but the one-armed blacksmith was holding the wine in his left hand and spewing wine out of his mouth. With his left hand, he beat back ten taels of silver and said, "We don't want more, I have my own hands and feet, and I don't need others to pity me." Honest trading, no deception. ”

The silver taels flew into the arms of the big man, and the big man rode away with a smile on his horse. The knife was also engraved with the words, "Victory." When Xiong Zhenqing saw this scene, he didn't expect this person to be so optimistic, and he couldn't help but come over. He saw that the man's right arm was broken and fainted, and his clothes were dirty, and his face was not in harmony.

The one-armed man looked up and asked, "What do you want?" ”

His words were filled with a heavy smell of wine, Zhenqing put the sword in his hand up, and suddenly the instruments here trembled for three or four seconds. The one-armed man boasted again: "The guest officer is good at kung fu." ”

His ferocious face showed an unpleasant color, and Zhenqing said, "You can repair this sword." ”

The one-armed blacksmith sword didn't even look at it, so he put down the wine jar and patted his chest and said, "Others can't, but I can." ”

Xiong Zhenqing saw that this blacksmith was also a bold person, and it was rare in the world to say: "However, this sword has an evil spirit and is contaminated with poisons." ”

The one-armed blacksmith sprinkled the wine, and then danced his hardboard body and drew his sword, and for a moment there was a wind sweeping away the clouds. He smiled and said: "Good sword, good sword, but half of it is missing, it is more like a sword of broken souls, and it is even easier to make it if you don't repair it." ”

Zhenqing said: "Others say so, if you don't cultivate, you still can't cultivate, or you don't want to cultivate." ”

The blacksmith said honestly: "You can do whatever you say, there are many dead ghosts and souls who have died on the blade of this poisonous sword." ”

Zhenqing was a little shocked because he knew that it was a poisonous sword.

Xiong Zhenqing praised: "No wonder, the business is so light, and there is no shortage of money to sell your daughter's red drink, you know so much!"

He smiled stupidly and poured another breath of wine and said, "I usually know what others don't know, just as others can't fix this sword and I can." ”

"You really can. Zhenqing asked forbiddenly.

The blacksmith poured the wine into the coal fire, and quickly took a jar of elixir and jade into the hut, and the fire was much smaller. Zhenqing said: "Okay, I believe in you, if you repair well, I can give you a thousand taels of silver." ”

The blacksmith's voice of drinking and the voice of the voice said, "Young man, I only want you to do one thing. ”

Zhenqing thought for a while and said, "What is it, you want me to do it." ”

"Go kill someone, do it or not. "The one-armed man didn't seem to be joking with him, as if he could see his killer identity. So this requirement is not too much for yourself.

Zhenqing thought for a while, it seemed that this person's talent was much higher than his own, he picked up the sword and wanted to leave and stopped, he asked rhetorically: "Who do you want me to kill." ”

He saw a note flying from the hut, he opened it and saw the words written on it, and said with a dignified face: "Okay, I promise you, in seven days I will definitely bring back the head of the eunuch Qiu Qianzhi." ”

Something came from inside, saying, "The time you bring back the human head is the time when you take the sword." ”

Xiong Zhenqing put away the note, there was a portrait on the paper, he left the sword in his hand and left.

"Rainbow, rainbow, don't leave me, Daddy Rainbow can give you anything, it's all my fault, I want to take advantage of you, why do you force yourself to really fall in love with that lonely knight?"

"Dad, I know I'm sorry for you, and I can't repay you in this life and in this life. ”

"Rainbow, I don't want you to repay, I just want you...... Don't leave me, I see tears in your eyes. Weng - color - rainbow. Why do you treat me like this, make me hate, hate, hate. ”

- Suddenly, a stone statue was broken and written in the moonlight by a person, and this person was Hua Wuxie. When he saw the moonlight, he said, "My daughter remembers, I once had you, has all this become a good memory? Dad is still alive, but you don't know where you are, you will always be a piece of meat in my heart." ”

He looked up and saw the floating clouds next to the moonlight, and couldn't help but snort, "Rainbow, is this you? ”

He pondered, and after a while, he said to himself: "Innocent, innocent!, why do you think about your rainbow, I can't see that you still have a lover." ”

He read in a low voice: "Weng Rujuan, Weng Rujuan." ”

Laughing uncomfortably, he gradually sank into the ocean of memories again.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, okay?" she resisted.

"Why, the two of us have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, why can't I become your Fu family's fast son-in-law? This is what Fu Qingfeng wants to do with his relatives and trample our Demon Sect under his feet, do you know. Hua Wuxian said: "Whether you are Fu Qingfeng's godsister or your own sister, you can't forget the agreement when you were a child." ”

Weng Rujuan replied to him like this: "Although we have loved each other, I am no longer as clear and jade as before, this is what you know, not to mention that we are nothing, just as innocent as when I was a child." ”

"But, but I remember when you were a child, you said that the person you want to marry is me, and the person who must marry me is still me, and we have hooked up our little hands. Besides, I really like you, your tears have blurred my eyes, your breathing and laughter have taken up the space in my whole mind, you know I can't live without you, I don't care about your clouds, we have a better future in the future, or tomorrow, we have tomorrow. ”

He continued to ask, "You don't care about my ....... ”

I don't know why, she said ruthlessly: "There's nothing to care about, besides, I'm already **, everything is not as beautiful as I imagined." ”

"No way, you know my heart. He didn't want to believe it and said, "You lied to me." ”

"I know. Hua Wuxian said with strong excitement.

This is a memory of him alone in the Valley of Ghosts, facing the moonlight. Remembering the world of flowers outside the valley, recalling the emotional things in the past. Facing the Mountain of Ten Thousand Blades, he could only live the memories and feel that time passed a little faster.