Spring, summer, autumn and winter are like punctual visitors, taking turns to visit the small mountain town, and there are five cold and summer in a flash.

This winter is the tenth year that Han Shi and Qingmei have come to this Qingcheng.

In the past ten years, Han Shi's fame has been known in the streets, and the ironware that was bought in Shimeiju ten years ago is still shining and sharp after ten years of use.

Time is the best proof, in recent years, more and more people come to Shimeiju to buy ironware, many people would rather give up the blacksmith shop in front of their homes, and walk more than ten miles of mountain roads to come here, just to buy a kitchen knife to go back.

But in winter, there are a lot fewer people coming and going, Han Shi's blacksmith shop will open on time every morning regardless of wind and rain, the crisp sound of striking iron, gradually echoing on this street, the nearby neighbors, have been accustomed to, if any day, suddenly can not hear the sound of iron, there will be a feeling of unsteady.

The winter wind, with a biting chill, wrapped in snow, falls on this small city at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, from a distance, it is like a silver wrap, very beautiful, to the small city, bring a strange tranquility.

Soon after Han Shi opened the door, the door of the Xu family's old mansion diagonally opposite slowly opened, and an old man, holding a teapot tightly in his hand, walked a few steps briskly towards Shimeiju.

"Uncle Xu, why don't you sleep more in winter?" Han Shi took the teapot in the old man's hand, added some hot water to it, and put it on the table.

"Han Shi, Uncle Xu is here to disturb you again. Xu Shan smiled heartily, took a teacup, and poured the hot tea into it.

In the past five years, every few days, Xu Shan would come to Han Shi's blacksmith shop to sit, sometimes, he sat all day, and he didn't speak, just watched Han Shi striking iron, silent, as if he was observing something.

Sometimes, it is endless, Han Shi had to stop his movements, and sat down with Xu Shan to discuss, this small blacksmith shop, full of turbulent ideological exchanges, the extent of this confrontation, if the two monks replaced by supernatural powers, I am afraid that the sky of this Northern Xuanxing will be smashed out of a big hole in a radius of thousands of miles.

It's just that this scene is not known to outsiders, and once someone comes to buy ironware, the two immediately keep silent.

The more the reason argued, the clearer it became, as time passed, the two of them admired each other more and more, Han Shi discussed with Qingmei, and decided to be commensurate with Uncle Xu, he could see that Uncle Xu was in this Qingcheng, except for Ah Fu, I am afraid that there are no relatives.

The year-old friendship between the two naturally can't hide from Ah Fu, this middle-aged man with an honest face, in a place where Han Shi can't see, shows a shocked face, and can make Mr. a bosom friend, how many people can there be in this world?

When Xu Shan sat down, Han Shi took out the red-hot iron bar from the fire and began to beat it.

Xu Shan took a sip of hot tea, squinted his eyes slightly, and showed comfort on his face, these days, he will come over to sit almost every day, not for anything else, just because, in the winter, in this blacksmith shop, it is still in full swing, and there is no sense of cold.

This kind of warmth is not only in the body, but also in the heart, since five years ago, when he heard the sound of Han Shi's iron, he faintly felt that this man who struck iron had an unyielding heart that others could not understand.

The thoughts contained in this heart should have the pride of having a husband and a husband, and heaven and earth cannot be opened.

Only this heart that rises against heaven and earth is qualified to inherit his mantle.

Several of Xu Shan's disciples, although they eventually became great Confucians and bachelors, in Xu Shan's view, what they lacked was not knowledge, but the indifference when facing life and death, the calmness when facing Wanfu's point, and the openness when facing the darkness in their hearts.

But all this, in Han Shi's body, he saw it.

Han Shi stared at the red-hot iron bar for a long time, and suddenly a hammer fell, gently smashing on the iron bar, the iron bar was smashed into more than 100 pieces out of thin air, flying all over the sky, and was gently brushed by Han Shi, turned into a string of sparks, and flew into the cold water on the side.

I could only hear the sound of stabbing in my ears, and when it was completely quiet, Han Shi's right hand summoned slightly, and suddenly more than a hundred iron nails with cold light appeared on the wooden table, and Xu Shan was within reach of his eyes.

"You have entered the second realm, and you see that iron is not iron. Xu Shan picked up an iron nail, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and only put it down for a long time, his face slightly moved.

This iron nail looked very ordinary, but as soon as he got his hands on it, there was a faint hint of coldness, which appeared directly in Xu Shan's heart, making him can't help but have a trace of palpitations.

When Xu Shan looked at the sharp tip of the iron nail, the iron nail seemed to come to life in a trance, stabbing straight between his eyes, which surprised him, but then the iron nail was still pinched in his hand by him, and there was nothing abnormal.

With Xu Shan's knowledge, it can naturally be seen that this iron nail is by no means an ordinary nail, and among them, I am afraid that there is already a trace of spirituality, and even ...... With a soul.

Since that night five years ago, Xu Shan's words made Han Shi suddenly unshackle in his heart, he always wanted to use his mortal body to refine an iron weapon that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, but when he found that this path was not working, he still tried to seek other solutions on the basis of not using spiritual power.

Maybe it's to prove something to his father, Han Shi can't say why, maybe, it's the inner demon, if there is no guidance from Xu Shan, it is not easy for Han Shi to break through this inner demon.

Iron can't recognize immortals, only hearts can recognize immortals.

After that night, from the next day, Han Shi was no longer confined to the introverted aura, and even the artistic conception of withering glory, Han Shi would also use it from time to time, so that the invisible barrier that restrained Han Shi suddenly disappeared.

On that day, Han Shi once said the words of reincarnation of the five elements, in fact, there was still a sentence in his heart that he had not said, that is, the stone that was not in the five elements, but this thought was related to his greatest secret, so he suppressed it and did not speak.

Whether it is the aura or the artistic conception, they are locked in this blacksmith shop by Han Shi, to be precise, once they leave the anvil for more than a foot, ordinary people will not be able to see anything abnormal.

After the iron nail was placed on the table by Xu Shan, it rolled a few times, then stopped, and was swept by Han Shi with his hand and put into a wooden box specially for storing iron nails, mixed with ordinary iron nails, and there was no difference.

Although Xu Shan saw the extraordinary, but he couldn't say specifically, this batch of iron nails contained a trace of Han Shi's artistic conception of withering glory, but in the hands of mortals, it was extremely difficult to stimulate it, unless it was in the desperate situation of life and death, with the idea of life and death, or there was the possibility of awakening it.

The ironware containing the artistic conception is not only the iron nails, but also the wooden planks on which the ironware is placed outside the shop, and there is a trace of withering glory in the ironware of seven or eight out of ten.

Hundreds of years later, Qingcheng was invaded by foreign enemies, and in an ordinary family, a foundation building monk from an enemy country looked at a family of seven with horror written on his face, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

Among the seven, the young woman was very beautiful, and he naturally would not do anything, and the other six would all die.

A sturdy man, with an angry face, raised a wooden stick and hit the monk, but was easily flashed by the monk, and suddenly a cold light flickered, passing through the big man's chest, bringing up a cavity of blood, the big man suddenly showed pain, fell to the ground, and gradually lost consciousness, behind him, there was a heart-rending call from his relatives.

Xu De was the voice of the call, pulled the big man back from the brink of death, he saw that the monk was about to raise his sword to cut at his father, the big man was almost crazy in his heart, while vomiting blood, he felt a kitchen knife in his hand, and he didn't care about Xu De, and threw it towards the monk with the last strength.

The monk heard the wind of the kitchen knife, and a sneer appeared in his eyes, but his heart was extremely angry, this big man was not as good as an ant in his opinion, and he dared to attack him several times, and if he didn't dismantle this person, it was not enough to establish his authority.

The big man made a move with anger, and the kitchen knife spun in mid-air and attacked the monk, which seemed to be extremely fast, but in his eyes, it was very slow, and he only needed to shake it slightly, and he could easily dodge it.

At this moment, there was an indescribable pleasure in this person's heart, a sense of control that would determine the life and death of mortals, and this feeling would make him tremble involuntarily more than simple killing.

In the excitement, this person's figure flickered, and he dodged the blade of the kitchen knife, his eyes were full of contempt, this level of iron equipment can't even be called a weapon, this big man is full of murderous intentions, and he is trying to kill him with this thing.

Just when he was still thinking about how to torture and kill the big man, suddenly, a black and white light flashed on the kitchen knife, and it instantly filled the entire room.

The foundation building monk was stunned for a moment, just because he felt that his whole body seemed to be frozen under the black and white light, and the spiritual power in his body could not be used in the slightest.

The rotation of the kitchen knife did not decrease, and it actually crossed a strange black trajectory, and in the monk's frightened expression, it flashed through his neck, bringing up wisps of white air, and went straight into the mouth and nose of the almost unconscious big man, and in a short time, the almost fatal wound on the big man's chest was actually recovered as before.

Looking at the monk again, his body was already in a different place, and his eyes were round, and he could not be said to be dead.

After a while, the family slowly came back to their senses from the horror, the big man looked solemn, took the kitchen knife in his hand, and looked at it carefully, he knew that today, the family was able to escape, all because of the magic of the kitchen knife.

Since Dahan was a child, this kitchen knife has always been at home, and for so many years, he didn't care about it, but it wasn't until this moment that he noticed that after more than 30 years, this kitchen knife didn't seem to have changed at all.

In the family, the eldest is the grandfather of this big man, who is already old and dizzy at the moment, but he still recognizes it at a glance, this kitchen knife is the only relic handed down from the ancestors, and according to legend, this knife has been used for hundreds of years.

At this moment, at a certain moment when this kitchen knife was held by the big man, there was a sharp mang of a peerless blade, rising to the sky.