Yang lin. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info itself is already a strong man at the peak of his fate. But he is not known for how strong his kung fu is, but for his iron-casting skills.

Yang Lin is obsessed with casting. Half of the top ten in the list of 100 weapons in the Tianji Palace are from him. But Yang Tie has a characteristic, he never casts the same material. This alone turned down the vast majority of owners who wanted to come to the door to ask for a weapon. Thirteen years ago, Yang Lin inadvertently obtained a piece of black iron with a strange texture. Black Iron was born with sword energy, so Yang Lin decided to forge a sword. In the past thirteen years, Yang Lin has worked hard just for this sword, and it will not take three years to cast a sword that can enter the top ten of the hundred weapons list with Yang Lin's casting technique, and it will not take long to cast a sword that can enter the top ten of the hundred weapons list, even if it is the top five swords on the hundred weapons list, as long as the materials are good. And this sword was cast for thirteen years.

Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see Bai Tou in the world for thirteen years to sharpen a sword, which is not what Yang Lin wants, but this sword has been shaped countless times in the past thirteen years, but it has been broken into scrap iron countless times. When Yang Tie wanted to give up, he blended together on his own, and became like the original embryo stone again.

Perhaps it is this character of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, Yang Lin has consistently cast this sword for thirteen years. In the past thirteen years, Yang Lin has used countless casting techniques without success. If this piece of black iron outside the sky really turned into a piece of scrap iron in the past thirteen years, then Yang Lin could still break his thoughts, but in the past thirteen years, this piece of iron has fused itself from scrap iron into the original embryo appearance countless times, which is annoying.

Until one summer afternoon three years ago. After lunch as usual, Yang Lin was lying on a leisurely chair for a nap. A white light descended from the sky, followed by a muffled sound from the sky. Torrential rain began to fall from far and near.

In fact, it rarely rains in Anyang all year round, and even if it is this kind of rainstorm, it will only stop for a while. Yang Lin didn't care. When he reaches this realm, every grass and tree can be seen, and he won't feel annoyed. It's just that Yang Lin's left eyelid keeps jumping today. "Boom" was another muffled thunder, roaring as if it was about to explode the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the grass house of the poplar forest from the sky, and the white light passed through the thatch, although the thatch was covered with rain, but it did not prevent the whole grass house from burning at once. Yang Lin doesn't care, every summer thunderstorm season, it is inevitable that some houses will suffer, but the difference is who it is. It's just that the white light can be blocked by the thatch, and the white light passes through the thatch and slashes fiercely on the casting furnace of the poplar forest. The iron furnace shattered at the sound. Yang Lin turned his head to take a look, exhaled a breath of turbidity, stood up and picked up the black iron from a pile of scrap iron. The black iron was already dark, and it was struck by lightning at this time, although the outside was intact, but it was extremely hot to the touch. Even if it was just a powerhouse at the peak of Yang Lin's fate, if he hadn't thrown it quickly, he was afraid that his entire right hand would have been burned to ashes. Throwing away the black iron, Yang Lin looked at his right hand, and the whole hand was already a blur of flesh and blood.

When I looked at the black iron again, the black iron was thrown on the edge of a stone, and after the rain, it was steaming hot. After the black iron was completely cooled, Yang Lin picked him up, there was an indescribable weirdness when he started, Yang Lin didn't care about the injury on his hand, and looked carefully, there was a small pit on the surface of the original flat surface, although it was small, but Yang Lin had touched this piece of black iron countless times in ten years, and Yang Lin had already known the pattern trend of the black iron, how could there be a mistake in this matter.

Thinking back to what happened just now, Yang Lin laughed silently, and he sang with a smile.

Flowers bloom and fall, clouds fly away. Three years passed in a blink of an eye, and finally the sword finally had a sword shape. Now only the last sword is left. It's just that in the past thirteen years, Yang Lin has indeed spent too much effort to cast this sword, or maybe this sword is too powerful, and Yang Lin will not be able to cast a more powerful sword than this sword for the rest of his life, so Yang Lin decided to take this opportunity to seal the furnace.

There are rumors about these. The various factions of the rivers and lakes are confident that they can convince themselves, but it does not hinder their determination to get this sword. Some of these people are a little more sensible, they just want to come and see the excitement and make some friends on the rivers and lakes by the way. There are speculators, and they want to try their luck and take a step to the sky. There are also bound to win, and all kinds of people with their own psychology have rushed from all directions to this small town that was originally remote.

Autumn is not a season of thunderstorms, Li Muji waited in Anyang City for six whole days and finally waited for a thunderstorm, in other words, he waited for the day when Yang Lin sealed the furnace and appreciated the sword.

On this day, when Li Muji woke up, the sky was already low and almost pressed to the ground, and thick dark clouds were spread in the sky like a thick quilt. It's just that this quilt is not particularly clean, and it is stained with some jet-black stains. From time to time, it was accompanied by some lightning and thunder. The servants of the Tianji Palace had already hung up the red lanterns, and they began to purchase all kinds of ingredients early in the morning, and each restaurant began to notify the guests.

Because there is no sunlight, the sky looks like evening in the early morning, and the sundial also has no way to show the hour, fortunately, there is a huge sundial tower in the Tianji Palace, and the top of the sundial tower is a huge sundial controlled by a mechanism, without sunlight, every hour and every second is not bad, and every hour is changed, and there are bells to signal, so that people will not lose time.

Yang Lin did not live in Tianji Palace, from the west gate of Anyang City, walk for a while, you can see a simple style of grass house, this is Yang Lin's residence. Before noon, it was already secretly crowded with people.

Famous families have arranged chairs, but the high-rollers who came spontaneously did not, it was not that Tianji Palace looked down on these people, but there were many people, and it was impossible to do everything.

After a simple breakfast, Li Muji got up and went, regardless of whether Wang Yu would show up or not.

As the crowd passed through the gates and through the soft meadows, they came across a brook that was slightly a foot wide, and on both sides of the river grew fertile green grass, which stretched to the foot of the hill, where the poplar forest lived. Some of the people in the crowd took off their shoes and stepped on the cobblestones that covered the riverbed to cross the clear stream, and some of them relied on their own light work, and they had to cross it with a little step, but the road was not smooth, and the bank on the other side of the creek was obviously much higher than this side, so many people flew half and fell into the stream, so they were not embarrassed. Fortunately, the children of the rivers and lakes were informal, and these people got up again when they fell into the water and continued to go. If it is a light work, it can be said that Li Muji is difficult to meet an opponent, and it will naturally not take much effort to cross this stream. With a few unnamed petals falling from the sky from time to time, Li Muji moved in the air, and came to the opposite shore in a blink of an eye. Seeing that Li Mu's clothes were not wet, he easily crossed the stream, and there were a lot of cheers from the crowd. Li Muji ignored it and continued to follow the crowd. The applauding people did not think of the pestle and continued to cross the stream by their own means. After crossing the river, the scenery is very different, as if you are in a fairyland on earth. And this fairyland is inhabited by a layman, a vulgar man with a height of nine feet and a big waist and a round waist.

With a shriveled face and a strong body, the whole person gives people a very incongruous awkwardness. This was Li Muji's first feeling when he saw Yang Lin.