Tongtian Gorge, the narrowest place is even difficult for people to pass, and horses are even more difficult to pass.

The only way to get to Guò to the Gorge is to climb over the ridge.

When we arrived at the mouth of the gorge, it was already the time when the sun was about to set, and it was impossible to go up the mountain today.

Fortunately, there is a small town at the mouth of the gorge, which seems to be specially prepared for those who don't want to die.

Miaoshan Town, a small town of more than 300 people, the three inns are not big, but there are a lot of people coming and going, so the room is very tight.

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes can't manage so much.

Xiong Chu asked for a two-room suite, let Han Bingru sleep in the inner room, and he himself could deal with it in the outer room for a night.

It's still early, and it's not time for dinner, let alone bed. The horses were handed over to the shopkeeper, the baggage was in the room, and the Xiong Chu took Han Bingru to start touring the town.

In fact, there is nothing to see, but when he came in, Xiong Chu saw that there was a blacksmith shop here, so he came over to have a look.

Because Han Bingru's long sword is really not good, although it can kill, it is hard to deal with other weapons, even if it is not cut, it will be broken.

Later, Xiong Chu also figured out that there are not many swords in the world, and they are all opportunities that can be encountered but cannot be sought. As for the sword that sharpens iron like clay, it is even more difficult to find.

Because of this, a treasure sword appeared in Funiu Mountain, and all the martial arts people went crazy.

Of course, Xiong Chu didn't think that in this small town, he would be able to get a sword for Han Bingru. It's just boring to find something to do and pass the time.

Otherwise, there is a good chance that a lonely man and a widow sitting face-to-face in the room will be abnormal.

This is a small shop with two people, an old man and a young man, and Xiong Chu didn't have much hope.

However, when he saw that there was a small blast furnace behind the blacksmith's shop, his mind suddenly changed.

If you have a small blast furnace, you can make good steel.

With good steel and good iron, although it may not be possible to create a sword of one hundred and twenty-four refinements, but at least one of the seventy-two refinements of the sword can be created, which is ten thousand times stronger than Han Bingru's current things.

"Our grandparents and grandchildren were both self-conscious people, and they usually beat some hoes, sickles, and woodcutters for their neighbors, and never made swords for guests. If the guest's horseshoe is broken, the old man can deal with it. As for the rest, there is really nothing that can be done. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

Before Xiong Chu could speak, the old man had already said a lot.

The implication is clear: because we are all people, we don't make swords.

After a lot of long-winded words, Xiong Chu understood a meaning: this old man was afraid that others would not know that he could build a sword.

"Old man, you also saw it, my sister and I both have guys on us, there is no need to make another one to add to the burden, do you say?"

Xiong Chu dragged a bench to Han Bingru, who was still confused, and then squatted by the stove himself, and even helped pull up the bellows, he was not afraid of the heat.

"That's right, I'm going to send my sister over this ridge tomorrow. To be honest, I'm really worried that there are big insects in this mountain. You can also see that the sword in my waist is rusty, and I am afraid that it will be eaten by the tiger when the time comes. ”

"I don't care, the big worm can eat it if it wants. But what a pity it would be if my sister was eaten by a tiger. You're not going to want to see that, are you?"

"Don't worry, I will never build a sword, but a woodcutter. However, the trees and weeds on this ridge are too dense, and ordinary woodcutters are too wide and thick to use. I only need to be two fingers wide, five minutes thick, three feet and an inch long, and three pounds and six taels. ”

The old man didn't stop the guiding hammer in his hand, and he didn't even look at Xiong Chu.

After being silent for about half an hour, the old man finally said: "What the little minister said is indeed reasonable, look at this girl." Alas, I really want to let the tiger eat it, it's distressing. However, the kind of woodcutter you want, the little old man really can't get it in one night. ”

As soon as Xiong Chu heard this, he immediately said, "Oh, old man, it's like this." Grandma, you're getting older. Originally, it was not a serious illness to feel a cold, but it was not good after this winter, so I wanted my sister to go over and have a look. So, you will definitely go up the mountain early tomorrow morning, you are very knowledgeable, and you must help to find a way. ”

The old man neither excused nor agreed, in short, he didn't talk to Xiong Chu, but said to the half-eldest son: "Little third son, it's not early, hurry up and prepare dinner." ”

Not speaking does not mean that there is no meaning. So when the old man went straight into the backyard, Xiong Chu had already followed.

He didn't speak outside, but as soon as Xiong Chu came in, he heard a very surprised sentence: "You are cultivating the Shangqing Heart Method. ”

There is no way to quibble about this, so Xiong Chu can only tell the truth: "Yes, the old man is as wise as a torch." ”

"I don't hear your accent from Jiangnan, who is Master?" The old man's eyes suddenly became like electricity, as if he wanted to see Xiong Chu's heart: "I'm talking about the choice between the fairy girl and the madman." ”

Xiong Chu knew that he shouldn't have helped others pull the bellows for free just now, but unfortunately it was too late to regret it now. As a result, he was looked down upon: "I am a disciple who is hopeless and dissipated." ”

"You have more than twenty years of internal force in your body, but you have cultivated the Pure Heart Method for less than ten years, what is going on?"

There was nothing to say, Xiong Chu used the simplest words to tell his story.

The old man finally said his conditions: "You take the little third son away, he is thirteen years old this year, but his strength is infinite." I've passed him a pair of double hammers, and he should be able to handle the general scene, and he may be a good helper for you in the future. The sword is not a problem, but you need to get it yourself. ”

Xiong Chu suddenly remembered that when he was striking iron just now, that half-sized boy was effortless at all. And the big hammer in his hand is indeed out of number, at least no less than ninety pounds.

Xiong Chu suddenly felt that he should figure out a question: "I don't know what the seniors are called?"

"You don't care what I call it. The old man seemed to be very disgusted by this question: "I practice the Shangqing Mind Method, but I have nothing to do with the Shangqing Sect. As for the title, you can just call me the old man who strikes iron. ”

The old man sealed all the doors in one bite, and the rest of the words of Xiong Chu could not be spoken, so he could only change the topic: "I am likely to be in big trouble this time, and it may be dangerous for that little brother to follow me." ”

"It's not dangerous, what are you doing with you?" The old man looked stern: "A few days ago, I saw two female babies who were also Shangqing faction minds, but unfortunately there were many people at that time, and they didn't look for me to chop wood." You should be like those people this time, right?"

"It's not the same. Prince Xiong had no choice but to explain all kinds of tricks of the imperial court, and then said: "I want to rush to Nanzhao and destroy the gunpowder of the official army." ”

The old man pondered for a moment, then looked at the Xiong Chu and then said slowly: "You go over this time, it doesn't matter if the others go over, but there is one person who needs special attention." The name of the dragon scale purple gold knife in his hand was still revealed by me. ”

"Although this knife is very sharp, it can't catch up with the Qingyu Sword in your waist, so I'm not worried. However, that guy actually cultivated the Blood Rotten Bone Palm, and this is where you have to be very careful. ”

"That guy is over seventy years old, and he is the enshrinement inside the Jinyi Guard. I can only fight him to a draw alone, but he now has a treasure knife in his hand, and a large group of brocade guards, so I can't do anything about him. ”

"Remember, once you face that old guy, be sure to beware of his left-handed sneak attack. Although he didn't have a beginner in cultivating the Blood Rotten Bone Palm, once he was solidified, you still couldn't afford it. ”

"The third son is an orphan I picked up, and you will give him a name in the future. His light skills can't be practiced in a short time, so when you go to get the sword, you still need to bring him the horse back. ”

Xiong Chu listened for a long time, but he still didn't know the point: "Senior, where should I go to get the sword, and where should I go to lead the horse?"

The old man smiled slightly: "Shimengou, ten miles east of the town, there are more than 100 officers and soldiers stationed there, just to prevent those people from escaping from here." Although the leader of this group of officers and soldiers was only a hundred generals, he had a great background and was one of Wei Zhongxian's fifty grandsons. ”

"Although that guy's kung fu is not very good, he has a good sword and crotch dismount. Of course, neither of these two things was his own, but a gift from the county magistrate of Luanchuan County. Ill-gotten gains, if you don't take them for nothing, you won't take them, but if I take them, I will lose my identity. Call that girl in, you go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you here. ”

Shimengou is a mountain rush in the northwest of Funiu Mountain, and it is also a gateway.

When Xiong Chu came out of the blacksmith shop, he realized that it was already night, and the lights were burning in the town.

But it hasn't been fixed yet, and it's not a good time for night walkers to go out at all. The old man told him to go and come back quickly, is it possible that the more than 100 officers and soldiers over there are good-looking decorations?

Although I couldn't figure it out in my heart, I didn't dare to quit because of the elder's life. The bear prince had no choice but to use his skills and cross the town and go straight to the mountains to the east.

Not to mention, when Xiong Chu arrived at Shimengou to see, one hundred and fifty or sixty officers and soldiers were indeed decorations.

The barracks were lit with torches and shouting: "Big, big, big, small, small!"

All the people were gambling, and they were fighting at night in the middle square of the barracks. Those who participated in gambling and watched were surrounded by layer after layer.

"As the saying goes, you can never be wrong when you grow old. The old man asked me to take the sword and lead the horse, and sure enough, I took the sword and led the horse, and I didn't have to do anything else. ”

The tent was due north, and it was the largest, and the bear prince slipped through the north, and then used his left short sword to cut through the tent and get in.

If you want to talk about this short sword, it has to be said that it is a gift from the boomerang Liang Cheng. It was originally a pair, but there was still one left in Yuan Liqing's hands.

An antique long sword hangs on the weapon rack behind the handsome case. Xiong Chu was not polite, grabbed it and left. Then he slipped to the back of the stable, quietly picked up the saddle, and led out a tall, solitary horse.

Then slowly walked for more than a mile, Xiong Chu carefully looked at the horse, and it turned out to be pitch black, only a handful of white hair in the heart of the top door. Looking at the frame again, it turned out to be bigger than his Hulei Leopard and Han Bingru's green horse.

Instead of delaying, the bear prince flew on his horse and returned to the blacksmith shop in a puff of smoke.

Xiong Chu didn't expect the little third son to stand at the door to greet him, and he didn't expect that as soon as the child spoke, he was so frightened that he fell directly from the horse: "So you are my father, come back so soon?"