Lu Xiaoer stood at the door and was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that he had been thinking about his uncle there, so he casually asked how much it would cost to buy a yard in Donghai.
It's just that these two days have been completely forgotten because of the unfortunate You Chunshan.
Lao Li stood there, putting the sword embryos that had been beaten by everyone back into the furnace, wiping his sweat with a towel, looking back at the young man with a smile and said.
"It's probably Qingjiao to the north of the town. A courtyard in the city usually costs about twenty taels of silver. If you want to buy a better one, it will be even more expensive."
Lu Xiaoer was still thinking about it when he heard the strong man making fun of him.
"You kid, you're only twelve years old, are you thinking so far ahead?"
"..."
Lu Xiaoer took off his clothes and took a leather apron from the side and tied it around him.
"I'm asking for my uncle."
Although the young boy is only twelve years old, he is still a sword cultivator after all. The boy's body does not appear weak, but rather has a sense of strength.
When Lao Li heard this, he subconsciously looked towards the high cliff.
Of course they knew who Lu Xiaoer's uncle was.
It was the sword cultivator who climbed the cliff that day.
"Your uncle is pretty much the same. After all, he is still sixteen years old. He stands at thirty and squats at fifteen, hahaha."
The blacksmith said and laughed again.
Lu Xiaoer shook his head helplessly and put the Xiwu Sword aside, and then it was taken over by Lao Li who was resting there.
This man who has been forging swords in the town for many years can only say that he can't put it down for the young boy's sword.
The sword was unsheathed and a cold light filled the courtyard.
Probably just like the forest stream at noon, it exudes clear light.
In the afternoon, there was more scorching light beside the courtyard stove under the cliff.
Lao Li, who claimed to be the best blacksmith in the town, couldn't help but sigh.
"I wish I could make a sword like this sometime."
Lu Xiaoer looked back at him. In fact, not only him, but also the blacksmiths in this sword-making furnace loved such a sword.
When Lu Xiaoer came here, they originally didn't plan to let him forge iron swords because he was too young, but they changed their minds after seeing the sword behind Lu Xiaoer.
Although Shenhe has laws, it probably can't control the East China Sea now, because I heard that Nanyi City has rebelled, the fog in Yunmeng Daze has also dissipated, and even more wizards have come, and Huaidu has finally There is action.
So they kept the young man very cautiously, saying that he was recasting his sword.
Lu Xiaoer is indeed forging his own sword.
The sword casting furnace used the Xiwu Sword as the model and recast a mold.
Most of the swords made these days are imitations of the Xiwu Sword.
But it was obvious that such a sword was not forged, but tempered in the sword lake of Cao Weiying.
Although Wu Dalong's craftsmanship is good, he naturally cannot do such a good job. What's more, such a sword may not have been made by Wu Dalong.
"Then you die without regrets?"
Lu Xiaoer walked to the stove, stretched his head to look at the red-hot sword embryo inside, then took it out and placed it on the table. Surrounded by the vitality of the sword, he picked up the hammer and began to jingle. The knock started.
Although it is said that forging swords in the human world does not require the use of the vitality of heaven and earth, the swords in the hands of sword cultivators naturally have to be knocked out from under their hands with a hammer.
But after all, Lu Xiaoer is a twelve-year-old boy, and he is not a blacksmith all year round. Naturally, he cannot keep up physically, so he has to use some heaven and earth vitality.
But maybe it can also be regarded as a kind of practice.
After all, this also includes training on the use of vitality.
Lao Li chuckled.
"If it could really be made, how could they, the sword cultivators, be willing to let me die?"
This is indeed a great truth.
Therefore, although most of the blacksmiths in the town are actually ordinary people, their status is still very respected.
After all, if the sword cultivator is busy repairing his sword, he always needs someone to help him forge the iron.
A blacksmith walked aside to rest, so Lao Li stepped in again.
Someone started quenching, so the entire sword-making furnace began to be filled with mist-like water vapor after the sound of squeaking.
The furnace in front of him was red, but the water vapor in front of him quickly evaporated. Lu Xiaoer paused for a while, and then started beating again.
There was a tinkling sound on the stove, and the sounds were scattered.
It's like beating a very rhythmic musical instrument.
Lu Xiaoer then thought of Le Chaotian, who was playing music, and also of You Chunshan, who was waiting in the alley.
"Uncle Li."
While the young boy was striking iron, he asked the blacksmith Lao Li beside him.
"Um?"
"How much is the cheapest sword we've ever sold here?"
"It seems to be more than 1,700 yuan. After all, our stove is considered to be one of the best in the town, so naturally we can't sell it too cheaply."
As he spoke, Lao Li stopped and poked his face through the water vapor.
"Why are you asking this? Are you going to buy a sword? In fact, you have said it yourself. When you were in Lingnan, you learned how to make swords from your uncle, and his skills are also good. If you want a sword, you can actually make it yourself. I have the raw materials. Talk to the shopkeeper and I’ll give you the cost price. But you already have such a good sword, what else do you need a sword for?”
Lu Xiaoer shook his head and said, "I asked for someone else."
"Oh, if you are a friend, I can give you a discount for less money."
"I'm not a friend. I met an unlucky guy yesterday. He said he wanted a sword to see if it could bring fortune. But he doesn't have much money, and I also want to earn some kickbacks."
"...Hahahahaha."
Lao Li looked at the young man who was tapping the sword embryo and said sincerely that he wanted to earn some kickbacks, and he kept smiling.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Lao Li and said, "Is there any problem?"
Of course there is no problem.
After all, we are not friends, so we should earn some kickbacks.
"Nothing, I just think you are too honest. How much money does he have?"
"More than seven hundred Wen."
"Then you must earn a hundred cents. That means you need six hundred cents to buy him a sword." The blacksmith's head retracted into the water vapor, but he was seriously helping Lu Xiaoer calculate.
"I even treated him to a bowl of noodles for five cents in the morning."
Lu Xiaoer said seriously.
"That's true, after all, the wool must come from the sheep. It's just six hundred coins to sell a sword...hiss...forget it, I'll just ask for you." Lao Li said, while talking to those who were talking. The Quenched Man shouted.
"Who is it? Come on, I'll go find the shopkeeper."
So Lao Li left the sword-making backyard and headed toward the front yard.
Not long after, the shirtless man came back.
"The shopkeeper said that if you are a friend, it is fine. If you are not a friend, it will cost at least 1,600 yuan."
Lu Xiaoer was deep in thought there.
"Do I still need to be friends with him first?"
Lao Li smiled and said, "It's not impossible."
But Lu Xiaoer shook his head sincerely.
"This really doesn't work."
"Why?"
"Do you dare to be friends with a person who falls flat on his face a dozen times a day?"
Lao Li took a deep breath.
"Is it really that unlucky?"
Only then did he realize that Lu Xiaoer's first words about "lucky guy" were not a joke, but telling the truth.
So I'll give it to you cheaper, just like making friends, no one dares to say it.
Lu Xiaoer nodded seriously.
"Then just think of it as wasted money on that bowl of noodles."
...
"What does that sentence mean? Bad luck and bad fate are common things in the world."
The young boy is obviously more educated than his uncle.
Lu Xiaoer stood under the tree in the alley, looking at the young man sitting dejectedly under the tree in the dusk light.
"I really can't help you with this. They said the minimum is 1,600 yuan."
You Chunshan sighed, stood up, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "I understand, thank you senior brother."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said: "Actually, you don't have to come to this town to buy a sword. After all, this is under the Mojian Cliff. The sword will definitely be more expensive..."
You Chunshan said softly: "It's because this is under the Mojian Cliff that I came here. How can a human sword withstand such an unlucky fate?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, but nodded in agreement.
But I became curious again.
"At that time, the Taoist said that you would become a great swordsman. Did he tell you how to do it?"
You Chunshan sat there carefully and thought for a long time, then shook his head.
"No."
Lu Xiaoer said: "Then how do you know you must have a sword?"
You Chunshan said: "Can a sword cultivator live without a sword?"
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Today's knives are much cheaper than swords. You can buy a knife and lie to yourself that it is a single-edged sword."
"..."
Lu Xiaoer said very reasonably: "Zhang Xiaoyu, you know, he also used Hongzhong as a sword. The sword is always more reliable than mahjong."
You Chunshan took a deep breath and suddenly felt that what Lu Xiaoer said made sense.
The young man said and stood up.
"Senior brother, do you know where to sell knives in town?"
Lu Xiaoer shook his head.
"Senior brother, does he not know or not?"
Lu Xiaoer raised his finger and pointed at the high cliff beside him.
"what is that?"
"Mojian Cliff."
"Yes, this is Mojian Cliff, the territory of the East China Sea Sword Sect. Even Taoists rarely come here. Do you think there will be sword cultivators?"
You Chunshan thought of a very serious question.
"Then if I really use a sword as a sword and say that I am a swordsman, will I be beaten to death in a place like this?"
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment.
Knives and mahjong are naturally different.
If someone uses Hongzhong as a sword, it will only make the world wow and wow.
But using a knife as a sword...
No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are suffering from a serious illness.
Lu Xiaoer walked out of the alley silently.
Lu Xiaoer walked out of the alley, looked back at You Chunshan who had fallen down for some reason on the way, and then looked up at a child on the street of the town who was running past with a wooden sword in his hands. , but suddenly thought of something.
He turned to look at You Chunshan and said, "Actually, I have another idea, but I don't know if you can accept it."
You Chunshan was shocked.
"Senior brother, please speak."
Just when Lu Xiaoer started to open his mouth, a blade of grass flew from nowhere and fell into his mouth. This made the young man speechless and spit out the blade of grass in his mouth.
"If you have something to say, please tell me. If you really don't want to call me Senior Brother, just call me that person."
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan helplessly.
I don’t even want to be your friend, so you still want to be my junior brother?
You Chunshan shut his mouth sincerely.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the child who ran across the street.
"Would a wooden sword work?"
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "Wooden sword? Does this count as sword cultivation?"
Lu Xiaoer said: "How about you ask him if he is a sword cultivator?"
The little boy pointed at the child.
You Chunshan looked over and then fell silent.
Of course he wouldn't ask.
Because that child would only say with pride that I am a world-famous swordsman so-and-so.
Then he waved the wooden sword in his hand, chopped off all the yellow flowers on the roadside, and walked away gracefully.
This is something you know without asking.
Because You Chunshan did this when he was a child.
Lu Xiaoer also did this when he was a child.
The young boy walked out of the alley with his sword on his back. After walking for a while, he looked back at You Chunshan, tilted his head and said, "What are you still waiting for?"
You Chunshan came back to his senses, looked at the young boy and said, "So what are we going to do?"
The handsome young man said with an extremely serious expression: "I'll take you to buy a sword."
You Chunshan was about to ask where he was going, but when he caught a glimpse of a child still jumping around in the crowd with a sword, he suddenly understood.
But he still hesitated.
Lu Xiaoer turned around and left.
“Forget it if you don’t buy it.”
You Chunshan gritted his teeth and chased after him.
...
On March 14, 1004 in the Dafeng calendar, someone spent all his wealth to buy a wooden sword from a small town child.
Lu Xiaoer stood by the dusk stream holding his sword, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, standing against the wind.
The handsome young boy has always been able to show off.
You Chunshan was sitting by the stream stone, silently looking at the wooden sword on his knee. He learned this posture from Lu Xiaoer.
"I still feel a little bit at a loss, no, a big loss."
After all, just buying such a wooden sword for more than seven hundred pennies made him look like a complete idiot.
Lu Xiaoer looked back at the unlucky guy and said sincerely: "The books say that a thousand pieces of gold buys horse bones, so a thousand-mile horse comes and spends all his wealth to buy a wooden sword. Only then can you truly recognize your own sword." Xiu’s identity.”
You Chunshan was silent for a while, and then said: "So there is a sword intention coming?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "I don't know."
After all, it was not him, Lu Xiaoer, who bought the wooden sword.
You Chunshan sat by the stream, quietly feeling the evening breeze at dusk.
Of course there is no fart.
It was just the mountain breeze, river breeze, and sea breeze that together made this young man feel a little melancholy.
But after sitting quietly for a long time, You Chunshan calmed down.
After all, I have been unlucky all my life. Even if I don’t need to go out, I don’t know when the money will be lost. I just think that I have a flat fall on the road, and then all the money is lost.
You Chunshan thought hungrily.
The sound in the stomach and intestines is clearer than the sound of swords.
You Chunshan picked up the wooden sword from his knees, and then jumped into the stream with a splash.
The young boy beside him was even shocked.
Fortunately, You Chunshan stood up quickly and held up a fish in his hand with a smile on his face.
"Teacher...Who is it? It seems that my fortune has really turned around. I was just a little hungry when I saw a fish knocked unconscious on a stone."
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan standing wet in the stream in surprise.
Is it really that magical?
Isn’t it really about eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year?
You Chunshan probably didn't think so much. He looked at Lu Xiaoer while holding the fish and said seriously, "Thank you so much."
"..."
You Chunshan chuckled again, and ran towards Lu Xiaoer with the fish in his arms. Just as he opened his legs, he miraculously fell down, and the dizzy grass carp was thrown into the air. He fell back on the grass dizzily.
You Chunshan was also a little dizzy after the fall, shook his head, and then picked up the fish again.
Probably it was indeed a meal of dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan silently.
Then he helped him light the sword fire.
While You Chunshan was grilling the fish, he held his wooden sword very preciously.
In fact, after You Chunshan fell down, he also understood something. But after all, he spent all his wealth to buy the sword. If he couldn't even give him some inner comfort, this young man would probably be really angry to death.
...
The evening breeze blows over the dusk stream, and the clouds rise over the high cliffs.
After You Chunshan finished eating the fish, he followed Lu Xiaoer's example and sat down by the stream with his sword on his back.
Lu Xiaoer was cultivating his sword intent, while You Chunshan just watched quietly.
Of course, there is no story about a senior who has great swordsmanship and please accept him as a disciple.
You Chunshan had been to some sword sects before, and naturally knew that he could not absorb vitality without the roots of heaven and earth, so he just looked at this handsome young man with envy.
"Who is that? Sometimes I actually doubt whether you are a very young boy after all."
You Chunshan leaned his head on the hand on his knee, which caused his entire chin to be squeezed, and his mouth was like a fish's mouth. The only pity was that he couldn't spit bubbles.
"Buying a wooden sword with a lot of money in exchange for sincerity is probably something that is difficult for a young man to think of."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Maybe I can understand how you want to crawl out?"
That's why I obviously don't want to deal with this unfortunate guy, but I still think about these things for him seriously.
"Why?"
Lu Xiaoer said calmly: "Because I am a Lingnan sword cultivator."
You Chunshan seemed to understand something but not quite.
After all, the Lingnan Sword Sect, a southern sword cultivating community, is quite well-known in the world.
Lu Xiaoer raised his head and looked at the dusk sky.
Maybe it reminds me of something from last year.
And what he heard from a distance was what his master, the little sword cultivator from Lingnan, and the sword cultivator from Donghai said.
“We’re just average, not rotten.”
Lu Xiaoxiao was talking about Lingnan at that time.
When Lu Xiaoer said it by the stream here, he was referring to us.
You Chunshan looked at this young boy in shock. Naturally, he didn't know that such a sentence came from this young boy's master, not this young boy.
It's just that the young boy who can remember such a sentence deeply and clearly probably has similar thoughts in his heart.
It just lacks a way to express it.
You Chunshan looked down at the wooden sword in his arms, took a deep breath, and gradually calmed down.
"Senior brother is right."
You Chunshan did not replace this sentence with "who."
Although he was very sincere, Lu Xiaoer was not moved.
It even felt like he was repaying kindness with hatred.
