The next day, Redstone Town, the blacksmith shop. Ergou saw the sword.

A sword that can be used as a stick.

The body of the Qi Mei sword is six inches wide and one inch thick, and it is unbladed.

In the words of the old blacksmith, this can be used as a stick, but it can only be used as a stick, without a blade, not to split, not to pierce, just a big piece of iron.

Ergou looked at the sword and was very happy, it was it.

The blacksmith shook his head, anyone would really want to use this clumsy and heavy thing?

Ergou picked up the sword with one hand, took it in his hand and waved it.

It's not bad, it's a good weapon.

The old blacksmith squinted at Ergou and saw Ergou carrying this sword weighing dozens of catties in one hand, swinging it easily and comfortably, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, but his face was pretending to be deep.

Young people have strength and like big ones.

Ergou didn't reply in his mouth, looking at this sword, the more he looked at it, the happier he became, and he muttered in his mouth, it's not bad, it's really not bad.

Without waiting for the second dog to speak, the old blacksmith said lightly, young man, you will like this big piece of iron so much.

Ergou rubbed the blade of the sword and nodded.

The old blacksmith stopped what he was doing, threw the hammer aside, clapped his hands, and said to Ergou, Housheng, I see that you like it so much, I will give it to you for free.

Ergou's eyes widened, really? You really gave it to me for free?

The old blacksmith touched his chin, and he gave it to you for free, but you have to promise me one condition.

Ergou thought for a while and said, yes, you can tell me and I'll listen to it.

The old blacksmith said, "Whatever the reason or whomever has asked you to come to me to find such a sword, but in the future, if anyone asks about the origin of this sword, you cannot tell anyone that this sword came from me, and no one is allowed." The sword has never been seen here. Can you promise me?

The old blacksmith said this with an unusually serious expression.

Yes, I won't tell anyone about the origin of this sword, and I will do it. Ergou looked firmly into the eyes of the old blacksmith.

Well, it's a word. The old blacksmith was relieved, and his face returned to normal.

Then the sword is yours. You can take it with you. The old blacksmith picked up the hammer again, and struck with the reddened iron.

Ergou carried his sword and turned back to the stone mountain. The abbot asked him to make a sword, and told Ergou that it was a sword that could be made without spending a penny. Ergou didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that the abbot didn't lie to him, there really is such a sword.

Bite...... Bite...... While...... While......

The voice paused suddenly.

The old blacksmith looked at the back of Ergou gradually moving away, and his eyes were complicated. No one knows what's going on inside the old blacksmith at this moment.

Then the old blacksmith let out a long breath, unable to see whether he was sighing or relieved, and the hammer in his hand began to move again.

Ding Ding ...... While...... While... Bite...... Jingling...... While......

The rhythm of the old blacksmith's striking is a bit chaotic.

The old blacksmith threw down the hammer, threw down the tongs in his hand, and looked at his hands in a daze.

The mouth naturally said to himself, old thing, old thing, the iron has not been as bad as it is today for decades, it seems that it is time to rest.

The old blacksmith put down his hand, looked up at the sky, and said softly, the rivers and lakes are about to change......

With that, he turned around and went back to the blacksmith's shop.

No one heard the sound of striking iron in Redstone for a whole day.

The next day, there was still no sound of striking iron in Redstone.

Well-meaning people worried that the old blacksmith would be sick and came to the old blacksmith's shop to take a look, and the blacksmith shop was still there, but there was no old blacksmith anymore.

From that day on, the old blacksmith in Redstone had disappeared from the world, and no one had ever seen him again.

The night Ergou came to Redstone Town, the old blacksmith was very happy.

In the blacksmith shop, under the lantern, the old blacksmith hummed a little tune in his mouth, and happily pulled a pile of broken copper and iron in the storeroom.

In the midst of this pile of rags, the old blacksmith pulled out a long, heavy piece of iron.

The eyebrows are six inches wide and one inch thick. It's heavy.

The old blacksmith didn't know what kind of material it was made of, he had studied it behind his master's back, it couldn't melt, it couldn't be flattened, the hammer couldn't be broken, it couldn't be broken, and no matter how the old blacksmith tossed, he couldn't hurt it, let alone what material it was.

The old blacksmith just remembered that his master said that it was passed down from the ancestors, and someone would come to pick it up sooner or later. Be sure to put it away, don't lose it. However, the old blacksmith's master did not wait for anyone who came to take it until he died, and then passed it on to the old blacksmith.

The old blacksmith thought that this thing might be abandoned in this corner in this life, and it would be there forever, perhaps like his master, and no one would come to pick it up until he died.

I didn't expect someone to come. It's really a matter of heart.

The old blacksmith dragged the lump of iron to the middle of the room, put it on the ground, and stroked it with his hand.

It's a good sword, it's really cheap, and it's born later.

As he spoke, the old blacksmith picked up a bowl of wine, took a large sip in his mouth, and then sprayed it on the lump in one gulp. Then the old blacksmith took another sip of wine, put down the bowl, and picked up a rag beside him.

The old blacksmith wiped the big sword and nagged, old man, I will help you wipe it again, and I will see you tomorrow and you will be satisfied.

The old blacksmith said as he wiped, and then he cried alone, and a few old tears slowly overflowed from his eye sockets.

Ergou carried the sword back to the mountain.

The abbot didn't say anything when he saw the sword. just said lightly to Ergou, things are not bad, the sword belongs to you.

The next day, the abbot and the master called Ergou to the meditation room and said to Ergou, Ergou, you can go down the mountain and explore the rivers and lakes.

Ergou is very excited, I can go to the rivers and lakes now?

The abbot and the master looked at the two dogs, nodded and said, It's okay. By sending you down the mountain, we watched your performance and felt that you were doing well, so we unanimously decided that you could go down the mountain.

Although Ergou was happy, he still felt that the two old monks in front of him were becoming more and more unreliable, that is, he went to Redstone Town to get a sword and carried it back, which is called excellent performance?

In short, it's good to be able to go down the mountain and go out to see the rivers and lakes, and I'll be back soon anyway.

I thought it was just going to the rivers and lakes for a walk, but I didn't know that I couldn't come back.

Ergou, because you performed well and allowed you to go down the mountain to explore the rivers and lakes, we also prepared two helpers for you, do you think the teacher is very thoughtful? The abbot looked at Ergou with a smile.

Ergou was looking forward to it, thinking that the two masters still cared about him, and he went down the mountain to find a good helper for himself, which was good. Ergou was looking forward to whether it was to protect himself well, and what top master in the rivers and lakes did the master invite?

The next words of these two old monks made Ergou's heart half cold again.

The abbot said, this time you go down the mountain, you can bring Ah Huang and Ah Hua with you.

What kind of helper are these, these are obviously two brutes.

Ergou pondered in his heart, these two masters are not playing with me, and they are still talking about such a serious thing.

Ergou's hopes for a top master were dashed.

Ergou looked helplessly at the two helpers outside the door, crying and laughing.

A big yellow dog.

A big-flowered chicken.