reluctantly

With a sword and ragged clothes, a middle-aged man with a beard slowly walked in from the inn door with a big box on his back.

Although his face is hidden under the messy beard, it can also be seen that his eyes are extremely quiet; you look at him, he looks at you, and you will suddenly see a cup filled with boiling hot water. The stove and the crackling flames under the stove; his exposed eyes, nose, and forehead are so unforgettable, with a perfect zenith, sharp eyes like swords, and a tall nose that does not look like a Central Plains person.

Throughout the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, few people really don't know who this is.

Jiang Buhuo, as the former Bai Xiaosheng, of course he knew everything about it—the well-known master swordsmith Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan!

This name may not be as frightening as the "Iron Axe" who chased and killed Lang Lisha's head for hundreds of miles to avenge his brothers, nor is it full of poetic charm like the girl in Tianxiang Pavilion, but as long as someone mentions it He, anyone can think of those three words.

——Swordsmith

No one knows exactly how many swords he forged, but there are six well-known swords in the Jianghu, three of which have been buried in the loess with their masters, and the other three are all in the hands of famous swordsmen in the Jianghu. In everyone's hands, the specifics are also cumbersome to mention here.

If he hadn't wanted to live in a place where no one would bother him and he would not be hunted down, Xiao Yuan would not be able to easily step into the butcher's inn opened by Jiang Buhuo, not even at the door. Don't even look at the two mighty stone lions.

However, he had no choice but to come in, and paid expensive money (several times higher than Chu Wei's price) so that he could comfortably enjoy the leisure life before the next sword was cast.

And Jiang Buhuo was counting the gold with a smile, he was extremely profiteer, Xiao Ertianqing who was watching beside him would mutter whether his boss was too wicked.

Forging a sword is not a matter of simply being bored by a stove, that can only create a blacksmith, not an excellent swordsmith.

What would an outstanding swordsmith be like?

Although Xiao Yuan is a well-known swordsmith in the Jianghu, he is not a real master figure - he cannot forge a magic sword that can shock future generations. After the young master Xiaoyao in the rivers and lakes had a good sword, he refused to forge any swords for others, and even angered a master who came to ask for a sword.

Before that, he had already given up his sword-making room, his wife and children who had been with him for more than ten years, and wandered alone in this arena for four years.

There is nothing to regret about it. For a person like him, the desire of the body and the bondage of family affection can be described as the most ridiculous thing in the world. He even didn't eat or drink for several days just to listen to the story of a swordsmith who was about to die. His experience, those characters shook every muscle in him.

He is obsessed with forging swords, and he is single-minded.

After the swordsmith died, he spent all his money and prepared a splendid funeral for him.

He cried the most painfully, and the long-time wife of the swordsmith next to him could only bow down.

His sword-making skills also got a second sublimation after that time. The first time was when his childhood master—his wife's father personally explained the way of sword-making for him, and he could forge terrifying swords. up.

But this is far from enough. For a person who pursues the way of forging swords, this is just a small step. He did not stop and continued to move forward.

Then, he casually made some swords that were not so magical except for the gorgeous decorations for some wealthy children. After all, he didn't have a penny on him, but those swords were easily used in the end when those children asked for advice from their seniors. During this period, a foolish but business-savvy kid from a martial arts family recommended many businesses to him, and the two of them made a lot of money.

However, he soon found out that Xiao Yuanzhi was not here, so he suggested that there was an ancient sword-making handbook in Qingcheng School, so he left these and went happily.

On the way to the Qingcheng School, he met Hu Mingzhi for the first time, but he didn't look stupid, on the contrary, he was a very smart and normal person who even hated him at first.

He recognized his identity at a glance——Master Xiao, a prestigious swordsmith.

In the beginning, it was just to squeeze into a small carriage. During that long time, Hu Mingzhi gradually understood the temperament of this swordsmith. This was not the time for him to change his opinion—that was It is many years later.

At this time, Xiao Yuan rudely called Jiang Buhuo to quickly bring good wine and good food. He sat on a very clean table in a muffled voice, and took out a sword that was as sharp as iron—this sword It was called Zhaozhuo, and it was originally a sharp sword that he made for Hu Mingzhi after he was bored to death, which was enough to amaze even a famous expert, but the other party threw it to the ground with a chuckle.

Question: "He didn't seek the sword, what did he seek?"

The answer was: "The sword of Wuxin is not enough."

He looked at the sword, thinking.

Not long after, the food was ready, and he ate it and forgot it.

However, his mind that was concentrating on making swords could not have imagined that Hu Mingzhi still came after them, even faster than those people, as if he had placed Gu worms for positioning by the Yao people on him.

They were relatively silent.

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