The young and handsome swordsmith followed the minion to the foot of the mountain with two followers, a man and a woman. There was already a minion on guard at the foot of the mountain waiting on the road, and he said respectfully: "My lord, please come up the mountain."
The swordsmith raised his head slightly, waved his sleeves and said, "I'm going up the mountain? How can I go up the mountain if no one picks me up?"
Just as he was talking, he saw a light shining on the mountain.
The light rises from the top of the mountain, all the way down, getting closer and closer, becoming more and more dazzling.
That is the most dazzling light in the world, the golden light!
I saw a road paved with gold spreading down the mountain, like a meandering river of gold, flowing all the way to the swordsmith's feet.
The golden road undulates, forming steps, and the last step stops precisely at the feet of the swordsmith. Each step is made of small gold ingots.
The road is paved with gold, what kind of pomp is this? Even the emperor may not have enjoyed it.
I heard someone shouting from the mountain: "Young Master is finally here. Call Ai so you can wait!" But a man seemed to be flying down the golden steps, and he held his hands as a gift from afar.
The swordsmith looked at the man carefully and saw that he was tall and thin, with a haggard appearance, and seemed to have no energy. Although there was a smile on his face, it was still a forced smile. His clothes were extremely luxurious, with brilliant brocade and gold beads, and his hat was rimmed with gold. The light of gold reflected on his face, making him turn yellow and look worse.
Ai Xin also looked at the swordsmith whom he had hired with a lot of money, and saw that the swordsmith was very young, less than twenty years old, with a handsome appearance and a bit of arrogance, his eyes were shining, and he was full of energy. I couldn't help but nodded secretly. Except that he was too young, he basically looked like the mysterious and noble sword-making master in his imagination.
The young man returned the gift casually, looked at Ai Xin, and suddenly said: "You look so bad. You can still persist until now."
Ai Xin felt as if someone had punched him in the face, his teeth were chattering, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he was about to have an attack. However, he thought of this person's identity, held it back, and said with a dry smile: "That's why I asked You come to solve problems."
The young master said calmly: "Whether we can solve the problem depends on your situation." He paused and said, "You still have sincerity."
Ai Xin hurriedly said: "Sincerity, sincerity. I have already prepared it for you."
Although his expression was sincere, the bloodshot eyes had not receded at all, as if they were coated with a layer of blood. The hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and his nails dug into his flesh.
The young man didn't look at him and walked up.
When we arrived at the mountain, we saw golden light shining in front of us, and a golden mountain village was built against the mountain.
If you look carefully, you will see that the cottage is not completely pure gold, but every wall and every tile is full of mottled golden scars. From a distance, it looks golden and looks rich, but up close, it looks ugly and weird. It's like having buckets of golden paint poured over a good house.
When the young master saw it, he turned around and said, "Is this also specially built for me?"
Ai Xin was speechless for a moment, and the young master shook his head and said: "You have lost control to such an extent, but you still..."
Ai Xin suddenly became furious and yelled: "Shut up!"
With a swipe sound, a long gleaming golden sword was unsheathed. Ai Xin pointed at the young master and shouted in a hissing voice: "I paid a lot of money for you to come, and I didn't ask you to make sarcastic comments to me! Even if you are a cast member Swordsman, I am also a swordsman! Give me...heal me...or I..."
The young master didn't care about the long sword and said slowly: "Otherwise, you just withdraw the sword. What else can you do? Why, are you waiting for the Transformation Sword? I'm afraid you don't have the ability." He pushed it casually with his bare hands. Blade, Ai Xin shrank back, and the young man continued: "You also know how difficult it is to find me. If you hadn't met with Zhongchun Fu, could you have seen me? If you miss this opportunity, just say goodbye to Jian. .”
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked all the way inside. Ai Xin trembled slightly on the spot, and finally panted to catch up. Such a big swordsman takes a few steps like an untrained fat man, panting like an ox.
There was not a single living person in the village, only golden statues of different shapes, most of them with weird postures and even more unsettling expressions. Anyone who sees the expressions of those golden statues will naturally feel a sense of terror.
The young master paused for a moment and said, "Is there anyone alive in the village?"
Ai Xin said: "They all ran away. I also wanted to leave one to serve me, but unfortunately they were too scared." He glanced at the young man, and after a lot of effort, he swallowed the words:
"If you can't help me, these people are what will happen to you."
After a lot of effort, the two found a room that was not contaminated by gold and sat across from each other.
The young man reached out and said, "Show me your sword."
Ai Xin's expression changed. He put the long sword in his hand and was about to turn the hilt to the opponent, but refused to let go. Finally, he said: "Tell me first, can you fix it?"
The young master stretched out his hand, grabbed the golden sword blade, and said, "If you don't show it to me, how will I know?"
He always spoke with an air of no doubt and acted without hesitation. This condescending attitude really made Ai Xin dare not act rashly.
As soon as he grabbed the sword's blade, it immediately emitted golden light and flowed out thick golden water, trying to spread to the young master's hand. The young master's hand was covered with a layer of platinum-gold aura, like armor, rejecting the golden light. outside the door.
Ai Xin was disappointed and secretly happy when he saw it. Disappointed because he didn't teach this arrogant pretty boy a lesson, but secretly happy because this young master had something in his hands. He was indeed a famous swordsmith, one of the seven greatest swordsmiths in the world. .
The young master held the blade of the sword in his hand and said, "Let me take a look at the sword elephant."
Ai Xin said nothing, and with a slight tremor, he saw a golden light flash from the blade of the sword, and a gold ingot popped out.
The golden ingot was shining brightly, and it was the favorite appearance of the world regardless of its shape, color, and quality. After jumping out, it jumped up and down in the air, very lively, as if the ingot had become a spirit.
Suddenly, the gold ingot paused in the air, and a crack appeared on its golden surface.
Almost at the same time, the "click" sound of the ingot cracking could be heard.
Seeing that the crack was getting wider, Ai Xin quickly took the ingot back.
From the time the sword elephant descended to when it was withdrawn, it only lasted three short breaths.
This was a step back from before. Ai Xin felt extremely frustrated. She turned around and glared at the young man, seeing that he seemed to be curling his lips. She thought that if this young man made another taunt, she would try her best to offend him and give him that handsome face. Come up and punch.
Unexpectedly, the swordsmith looked at it, turned his head calmly, and said to the two men and women behind him: "You go out first, close the door." Then he looked at Ai Xin and said: "Is it safe outside? My people are going out. Stay a while and don’t let the golden garbage you created contaminate them.”
Ai Xin tried to calm down and said: "No problem... I can still hold on for a while. I will solidify the overflowing gold water. You can go out in peace. If your master can cure me, all the gold outside will be rewarded to you." .”
The two men had no intention of thanking them, they just bowed to the swordsmith and left on their own. In this way, in such a large cottage, there were only two followers and a minion left outside the room, and the calm swordsmith and a semi-crazy swordsman were left in the room.
It was almost evening at this time, and the setting sun shone in from outside. The afterglow reflected on the face of the young swordsmith, and he said calmly: "Since you came to me, you must also know your condition. To put it bluntly, it doesn't matter. The sword and the swordsman are not the same." It is always harmonious. The sword's intention is born with the sword. The sword elephant is born because of the swordsman, but it is also affected by the sword's intention. Therefore, the state of the sword elephant mostly shows the relationship between the sword and the swordsman. Some sword elephants are vigorous and lively, and some are vigorous. Some sword elephants are so-so, and some sword elephants are on the verge of breaking. And once the sword elephant breaks, your fate with the sword is over."
The so-called fate is over, basically there are several results. Either the swordsman withdraws the sword voluntarily, can retain part of the sword essence, or even inherit some sword skills. The strength is between the San and the swordsman, but can no longer advance, and the sword loses its sword image. , looking for another swordsman. Either the sword elephant will break, both sides will suffer backlash, the swordsman will be seriously injured, the sword body will mostly be damaged, and the two sides will no longer have anything to do with each other. The most tragic thing is that both parties die together and become Quan Jian.
Of course Ai Xin knew the consequences would be serious. He asked many people on Baixiong Mountain, but not only did he not solve the problem, he also made his plight known to everyone. Baixiong Mountain is a place where the weak prey on the strong. He was naturally unable to gain a foothold due to his lack of cowardice, so he had to make a desperate move and ran to Jiming Mountain. He relied on connections to hire a swordsmith to help him repair it. The gifts he prepared had already spent all his money. If he couldn't succeed, he might as well just break up and die together.
The swordsmith was still unhurried and said: "If you want to adjust back to the right track, either the person changes or the sword changes. But although the sword has spirituality, it is essentially a dead thing and cannot be changed easily. It is more convenient for the person to change."
Ai Xin gritted his teeth and said, "I...I can't change it."
The swordsmith said: "How do you know you can't change it if you haven't tried it..."
Ai Xin was furious again, pounded the table and roared: "Stop talking nonsense! How do you know I haven't changed it? How many times have I tried, how much have I changed, and how much have I paid? How do you know?"
The swordsmith said: "You don't look like you have tried hard. What is your sword intention?"
Ai Xin was stunned for a moment, staring at the young man in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes, obviously considering whether the other party was a simple and stupid inquiry or a malicious temptation.
You must know that all information about the Swordsman's sword should be kept confidential. However, although the Sword Elephant is kept secret, it will inevitably be exposed during a fight. It is not particularly confidential. Others will know it if they know it. But sword intention is the foundation of a sword, and it must not be easily told to others. There is too much information that can be deduced from the sword intention, and it may be a matter of life and death. Ai Xin has stayed in Baixiong Mountain for a long time, and he definitely knows that if you don't keep it secret, you will lose your virginity, so he is extremely vigilant. If someone suddenly asked this question on the mountain, he would definitely strike him with a sword.
This swordsmith comes from a wealthy family, so he definitely doesn't understand the rules. Could it be that he is deliberately testing...
Then I heard the swordsmith holding the sword's edge and said calmly: "Is it joy?"
