An unknown small village beside the Chu River.
A huge black cloth was quietly covering something. This black cloth was so big that it covered the covered object tightly. Even the hut next to it seemed a bit 'small' in comparison.
This giant thing seems to be very solid...and must be very heavy...otherwise, how could the cart carrying this giant thing be pulled by four tall horses?
All the villagers passing by turned back to look at this strange carriage, but no one dared to stand too close, because this black thing was so huge that it seemed like they could stay in front of it for just a moment, even just for a short moment. , there will be an inexplicable sense of oppression coming towards you, as if it is a silent giant, making people a little breathless.
Children in the village even rushed to tell each other that a strange carriage had come to the village.
After a while, the children gathered together and stopped to watch from a distance. Looking at this giant thing that was more than ten times their size, only a few two or three brave urchins walked to the carriage cautiously, feeling a cold breath. Chill radiated from this giant thing. In the hot summer days, these urchins shivered unconsciously and felt extremely uncomfortable.
At this moment, the horse pulling the cart also felt the slightly evil chill, and suddenly neighed, scaring the urchins and running away.
Inside the hut, a blacksmith's furnace was burning red. The weather was already very sultry, and now the room was even more unbearably hot. Ordinary people might not be able to stay here for even a moment.
Hammers, fire tongs and other blacksmithing tools were placed all over the house. A very lean man with disheveled hair stood by the stove, holding a hammer that was extremely disproportionate to his body shape, which made people look at it. Worry about it——
How could a man who looked so ordinary wield such a huge tool? Don't make a mistake and break your waist.
But this person was waving the heavy weapon in his hand, but it gave people the feeling of lifting it high and then slamming it down hard! The red weapon was smashed into bursts of sparks, as if the object in his hand was not a heavy object but a windmill or wave-breaking stock in the hand of a child, extremely light.
The blacksmith just hammered away, seemingly ignoring the old man standing not far behind him.
The cabin was dark, and the old man's face was not clear. He could only vaguely see that he was extremely tall.
The heat in the room was unbearable, and the old man didn't seem to feel anything at all. He just watched quietly as the blacksmith raised and smashed the hammer in his hand, and then lifted it again.
...
I don't know how long it took, but the blacksmith finally finished forging the weapon in his hand.
This is a Wu hook, an extremely sharp Wu hook. The blacksmith picked up a simple knife from his side, and just used the Wu hook in his hand to gently sharpen the simple knife. He only heard a "clang--" sound, The originally solid sword instantly turned into two pieces of scrap metal.
If such a sharp blade were placed in Yunyue Pavilion, many people would definitely fight over it.
The blacksmith looked at the Wu hook, carefully looking it up and down, and gently touched the sharp hook blade with his rough palm...
He must be very satisfied with his 'magic weapon', right? Maybe so. Watching the blacksmith caressing Wu Gou was like a woman caressing her smooth skin in the mirror, with satisfaction and intoxication in her eyes.
But the next moment, the blacksmith's behavior was puzzling - he held Wu Gou in his hand, raised it high with his other hand, and chopped it down hard!
"Ding-dang——"
This 'magic weapon' was actually split into two pieces by him!
But looking at the blacksmith's palm, it was completely unscathed, as if what he had just chopped was just a piece of tofu.
"It's a good weapon, why should we destroy it?"
The old man watched the blacksmith cut Wu Gou into two pieces and spoke to break the silence in the room.
"It's just a murder weapon."
"You have been forging weapons for most of your life, but why do you despise them so much?"
"Because it can kill people." The blacksmith's voice was filled with boredom, as if he had a disdain for these sharp weapons. He casually threw the broken Wu Gou aside and said: "Those assassins and bandits who don't know me have been here before, and those generals and generals who know me have also been here... But they all It’s for these activities of ‘killing people and selling goods’ and ‘killing innocent people indiscriminately’.”
"Weapons don't kill people...it's always 'people' who kill." The old man said slowly.
"snort--"
The blacksmith was very disdainful of the old man's remarks and was unwilling to argue with him too much.
"People from the thatched cottage have come to my little shabby house before, and the people from Yunyue Pavilion are no exception... Even the barbarians from the north have come here secretly, but I drove them out with a hammer." When it came to the barbarian, the blacksmith seemed to be afraid that the old man would misunderstand, so he gave an explanation without waiting for him to ask questions. Then, the blacksmith said with a hint of surprise: "It's just that I never thought that one day you would come to the 'Iron House' in person."
The old man quietly listened to the blacksmith's chattering as if he was talking to himself, without replying. The iron house fell into silence once again.
...
"I heard that you have accepted another disciple?"
After the silence, the blacksmith was the first to break the silence.
"Yes!" Hearing the blacksmith mention the word 'disciple', the old man's tone seemed to become happy. He smiled and said: "You have been hiding in the wild for decades, so you are quite well informed."
"My grandson writes to me every month..."
When the 'Emperor's Grandson' was mentioned, the usually cold blacksmith's tone became slightly softer.
...
There was another silence in the iron hut. In the end, the blacksmith couldn't hold it back and said -
"I heard he is an ordinary person, nothing extraordinary."
The old man smiled and did not answer.
"The talent for cultivation is also extremely..."
"Extremely what?"
"It's extremely mediocre, and it's not even clear whether it can open up to the sun."
"good."
"Then why did you..."
"Why? Because he broke the 'Butterfly Dream Realm'."
The old man's words were half gratified and half proud, but not half regretful.
The blacksmith was slightly startled, looking at the tall figure of the old man, feeling increasingly puzzled.
"You spent decades and spent most of Qianniu Mountain's 'Breath of Heaven and Earth' to build this 'Xuanjing'. I thought you would use it as the last barrier of Chang'an City, but I didn't expect that you would use it as the last barrier of Chang'an City." It was wasted on an incompetent person.”
"Haha, if you are someone who can break through the realm, how can you be incompetent?"
"Everyone knows that you love to play chess, but after you played such a big game...this last move is so confusing..."
"I'm not playing chess."
"Then sir, what are you doing..."
"I'm just laying out the plan. These people are my disciples, not my chess pieces." The old man looked at the green mountains and green waters outside the house and said, "I have no fear of life and death, and no regrets for my moves. This game of chess depends on They can go on their own..."
...
"Who designed this drawing?" The blacksmith picked up a densely packed sheep's cloth from the table, which was covered with graphics, as if it were a schematic diagram of the construction of some kind of tool.
"You are also my disciple, how about it?" the old man asked proudly.
"I'm not as good as him." The blacksmith looked at this ingenious drawing and shook his head. Then he asked again: "Lao Liu?"
"The sixth and third children."
...
"You go back first, I promise you this."
"Then it'll be hard work."
"I have never seen such hard iron in my life." The blacksmith, who has been dealing with iron for half his life, was a little unconfident at this time. He touched the cold and hard black iron and said, "I'm not sure how long it will take to build 'it'."
"Not urgent."
"If I can't make it, what should I do with this black iron?"
"Then...let it sink to the bottom of the river!"
