In the Blade

Most of the evil spirit masters wandering around the world are bad-tempered people, and doing business with them is often very dangerous. However, these evil spirit masters also have one good thing, that is, if a few of them die occasionally, the government is too lazy to pay attention.

Although it is true that a murder occurred in the blacksmith shop, as long as no one reported it to the police, there would be no murder. So, he ordered several young apprentices to chop up the body of the burly man and throw it into the forge. After the furnace was burned to ashes, everyone just pretended that nothing happened today.

The order from the evil spirit master and the seven-day agreement did not exist from the beginning. It was obviously the old blacksmith who was lucky enough to pick up good iron from the mountains and cast such a magical weapon.

That's right, a magic weapon was made.

When a blacksmith forges a magical weapon, he will naturally sell it.

Indeed, this sword did have a demonic appeal, and it even led his hand to kill the burly man who had evil intentions. But just because this sword was too demonic, the old blacksmith did not dare to use it. It's still in your hand - to say the least, this is the murder weapon after all. Although the body has been thrown into the furnace and burned, if this murder weapon is still in your hand... what if it causes trouble? manage?

It's better to sell the sword early before everyone knows about it, pack it up, and quickly run away and change places.

What's more, he has already obtained the most important thing. After all, he was the one who made this sword. No matter who uses this sword to make a name outside, they will also think of him as the blacksmith who made this weapon. Come.

Of course, his generation probably won't be able to use this, after all, this sword is related to a murder case, but when he dies of old age and his children and grandchildren grow up, the younger generations will be able to use the sword made by their ancestors. With a good reputation, you can eat and drink endlessly, and you don’t have to worry about spending money.

From this point of view, although the old blacksmith is not very clever in running the blacksmith shop, he also has a little cleverness of his own.

However, this is just a little bit of cleverness.

The old blacksmith is old and has long passed the passionate and impulsive time of his youth. Perhaps he once had daydreams and ambitious ambitions, but those things were eventually worn away with the passage of time.

The years have taken away the clear stupidity, leaving only the cunning of the old man.

Things like swords should be left to those young people, that is, only those young people would want to do things like one person and one sword to conquer the world.

He is already old and has no idea of ​​​​entertaining. Now he just wants something affordable and something he can grab.

For example, money.

"Thank you, sir. Please go slowly, sir!"

Seeing the young knight put down his money bag and took away the sword, the old blacksmith smiled with a smile on his face.

Once the sword was released, he could naturally run away, so it only took two or three days for the old blacksmith to sell off all his belongings. Although he was still a little reluctant to part with this blacksmith shop, considering that In that murder case, he finally chose to leave quickly.

"Why don't you report it to the official?"

Such an idea had arisen in the old blacksmith's heart, but this idea only appeared for a moment and was rejected by the old blacksmith.

Although in theory, it was the burly man who made the first move, even if he reported it to the police, he could still get a name for self-defense - but that's the problem. If he reported it to the police, he would have to investigate. A case has been filed, but things like this often cannot withstand investigation.

Yes, the body of the burly man had been burned in the stove. Even the blood stains had been sprinkled with pig blood and chicken blood and wiped clean. Even if a more capable police officer came over, it would be impossible. Find out any clues.

But what if? What if something else is found out?

What if he really found out something else, would he still be in trouble?

Therefore, the current way of handling it is still the best. As the saying goes, one more thing is worse than one less thing. Instead of reporting it to the official and being thrown into jail, it is better to quickly find a new place and live a few years before the incident happens. Tianan’s birthday.

"But in this case, the name of making that sword is..."

Another thought arose in the old blacksmith's heart, which made the old blacksmith hesitate.

Indeed, if you choose to run away now, there is a high probability that this title will be lost, but if you insist on staying here, it will obviously be more dangerous - so the old blacksmith only hopes that no one will pretend to claim this reputation. After all, the craftsmanship of making a mother-child sword is Only he knows how to do it, and few people would choose to study this fancy way of building. This is also how he proves his identity.

So, after more than ten years, after he passes on this craft, his children and grandchildren will still be able to enjoy this glory, right?

Absolutely, definitely.

The old blacksmith thought this way and encouraged himself.

With this fantasy in mind, the old blacksmith left the Jiange all the way. Although he was traveling very fast to avoid the murder, he couldn't run very far in one day - so, with a few apprentices, he went on the first One night, he stayed at the inn outside Jiange Town.

That night, because there were too many things on his mind, the old blacksmith tossed and turned and stayed awake for most of the night.

Fortunately, in the second half of the night, the old blacksmith was still weak and fell asleep, which also gave him a chance to rest for a while.

Perhaps because he finally settled down a little, the old blacksmith even began to dream.

The old blacksmith in his sleep once dreamed of his youth. At that time, he was a rookie and still had a passion for swords. His favorite thing to do at that time was to find a wooden stick as a sword to practice with, and to chop weeds and saplings on the roadside, and even to chop vegetables grown in other people's fields.

Because of this urge to hit, he was beaten a lot when he was a child. Although the stick was broken, his passion for swords remained in his heart.

So after he grew up a little, he chose to become a... blacksmith.

The old blacksmith was born in poverty and had no chance to learn martial arts. Even if he had the chance, he couldn't afford it. You know, you have to eat meat to supplement your body when you practice martial arts, and you even need medicinal wine to wash it. In addition, the purchase of weapons costs money, which is not something he can expect.

But being an apprentice in a blacksmith shop is another matter. On the one hand, you can earn some money to supplement your family expenses, and on the other hand, it can really let him touch a real sword.

Yes, a real sword is not a wooden sword, nor a broken piece of iron.

It is a real sword, a sharp sword used by those chivalrous knights.

Although the swords that have been made will eventually be delivered to the hands of those knights, before the knights come to the blacksmith shop to pick them up, these swords will eventually pass through his hands - so many times, he will take advantage of the masters' inattention to sneak out one or two swords, unsheathe the swords, and imagine himself holding a sword and laughing in all directions.

The sword in hand naturally needs to be swung. The old blacksmith has not learned any sword skills. He can only rely on instinct to learn the sword moves of those chivalrous knights and swing and stab randomly.

But that was his happiest time.

The blacksmith shop provided food and accommodation, and also distributed clothes. At that time, he did not need to worry about his livelihood. He could also get some change every month, and he could occasionally have a little food. In the rest of the time, in addition to helping the master forge iron, he could touch every sword to his heart's content. This was undoubtedly the happiest time.

"So... it should be swung like this."

The old blacksmith swung the sword again in his dream, and he felt the simple joy again.

"Then stab like this... Yes, that's it. Then..."

The old blacksmith, who was about to continue swinging the sword, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just because there was resistance under the blade.

This kind of thing doesn't make sense. He was just stealing the master's sword in the blacksmith shop to swing. In order to prevent the blade from being damaged, he would only swing it in the air to get a feel for it. How could he possibly cut anything?

"Don't scare me!"

The frightened old blacksmith quickly turned the sword.

Fortunately, there was no resistance this time, and the sword in his hand cut smoothly, as easy as cutting into the water.

Wait, the sword in his hand?

"Huh?"

The old blacksmith looked closely and found that the sword in his hand was not a sword blank in the blacksmith shop. This was clearly the sword he made himself!

This was clearly the Yin-Yang sword with a murder case!

"Oh!"

The old blacksmith was shocked, and the last bit of sleepiness disappeared instantly.

But it was only sleepiness that disappeared.

The sword was still in his hand.

Not only was the sword still in his hand, but he himself had also moved to another place - he clearly remembered that he had already slept in the post station, but at this moment, there was no post station outside the town around him.

This was clearly a brothel in the town! How did he come back again!

"No, I..."

The startled old blacksmith quickly let go of the hilt, but the sword was still suspended in the air, with no intention of falling to the ground.

That was because the sword was still stuck in the body of a person, and the person with the sword stuck in his body was none other than the knight who bought the sword from him during the day.

"You, you old immortal..."

The young knight's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of ferocity.

"You, you dare..."

"No, ah, this, I didn't..."

Faced with the fierce momentum coming towards him, the old blacksmith couldn't help shrinking his neck.

After all, he was just a blacksmith, how could he have seen such a scene, and he really didn't know what was going on, so he was confused at the moment.

But at this time, more men with swords and knives rushed in from outside.

"Second in command!"

When the young and strong men saw the young knight covered in blood, they roared on the spot.

"This old man...kill him!"

"No, I, this, it's not me..."

The old blacksmith wanted to explain something, but those young and strong men would never give him this opportunity. They chopped down the steel knife in their hands, and they wanted to cut the old blacksmith into pieces on the spot!

At this critical moment of life and death, the old blacksmith instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword.

The sword nailed to the young knight's chest was pulled out.

The sword flashed.

With just a light stroke, the steel knives closest to the old blacksmith were broken on the spot.

Together with the people holding these steel knives.

With just one strike of the sword, five more bodies appeared on the ground.

"This..."

Seeing the bodies fall to the ground, the old blacksmith trembled immediately.

These were people he killed, and he had never killed anyone since he was a child... Well, it seemed that he had killed one not long ago, but how could he not be afraid of killing people?

The old blacksmith was afraid, but the young men were obviously afraid too. He killed five people with this sword. He was no ordinary old man.

Even those masters of evil spirits might not be able to kill five people with one sword so easily!

"Old man, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger!"

One man couldn't help but curse.

"This is a tricky idea! Go find the boss!"

"But the boss..."

One subordinate wanted to say something, but was greeted with a loud slap in the face.

Obviously, no matter what the boss was doing, he had to be called over, just because the development of the situation was completely beyond their control.

No one wanted to go up and die, so the young men surrounded the old blacksmith. The old blacksmith was timid and dared not move, let alone take a step forward - but this cautious appearance, in the eyes of the young men, became a kind of irony.

Especially with the six corpses lying on the ground, it was more like a silent mockery.

"Old man, I recognize you. Didn't you work in the blacksmith shop in the town before?"

Another young man raised his steel knife.

"You old man, dare to mess with your grandfathers, be careful that the Giant Shark Gang will kill your whole family!"

"No, this..."

The old blacksmith was still confused. He didn't even know this group of vicious villains. How could his whole family suddenly die?

But the corpses were on the ground. It was too late for him to explain now. The corpse of the young knight could be said to be a misunderstanding, but the five newly fallen corpses were not misunderstandings at all.

If one of them was not handled well, he might really die here.

"So what happened?"

The incident happened too suddenly. The old blacksmith was still in a daze. He really didn't know how he suddenly returned to the town and how he suddenly became like this.

Could it be that he was still dreaming until now?

Everything in front of me, is it true that it is all fake?

"Yes! These are all fake!"

Thinking of this, the old blacksmith suddenly relaxed.

"If I am really still dreaming, then everything makes sense. This is all fake, you are all fake, so I can kill so many people with one sword, so..."

Thinking of this, the old blacksmith simply raised his sword.

"Then I will be a hero in my dream today!"