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Casting sword city, blacksmith shop in the west of the city.

A strong man is casting a sword, and the hammer in his hand strikes the red sword body, making a sound of gold and iron.

An old man with one arm was sitting in a wicker chair, holding a big fan in his left hand. It seemed to fan the wind, but his brows were curled, and his mood was not so beautiful.

He stood up and patted the back of the strong man's head vigorously, only to get sweat in his hands, and desperately wanted to clean the man's cloth, but it turned out that his cloth was soaking wet.

The one-armed old man put his hands behind him and gently waved away the sweat stains.

He frowned and said impatiently: "I hear this sound and think you are not knocking right!"

The strong man touched the back of his head and smiled silly.

"Useless things, read it well, and finally show it to you again." The one-armed old man took the hammer and began to teach the strong man.

A skinny old man with gray hair, he picked up the hammer but danced wildly.

This is in the Forged Sword City ... It ’s not really a strange thing.

Suddenly, the one-armed man suddenly stopped.

Because of that "Where is Xizhou Sword Repair" spread throughout the city, and also into his ears.

His tight brows spread instantly.

The strong man looked at this scene, but couldn't help but clenched his fists, trying to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The old man glanced at him without a good air: "Useless things, just say whatever you want."

"Master ..." The strong man said.

The one-armed old man immediately glared at him and said, "How many times have you said that you are an apprentice, and the old man is not your master! There is a fart."

The strong man touched the back of his head and said, "You ... you are not an ordinary person."

The one-armed old man hummed, not denying it.

The strong man looked at him and continued: "You ... are you going?"

The one-armed old man did not reply, but raised his left hand and grabbed the house.

One leg of the table in the room split directly, and a very thin and long sword fell into his left hand.

In this situation, he no longer needs to say more.

The strong man looked at all this, and his voice trembled a little: "This voice ... calls you to do something?"

"It's just murder." The one-armed old man looked down at the long sword in his hand, and the breeze blew his white hair in his temples.

The strong man looked at him, hesitantly.

The one-armed old man didn't have a good air way: "You don't want to ask me anything, is there any danger, will you die?"

The strong man swallowed and nodded hankly.

The old man held a long sword and sighed softly, "Maybe."

"Then can you ..." Before the strong man finished speaking, his head was knocked by the scabbard.

"Shut up for the old man! Noisy!" Said the one-armed old man.

He looked at the strong man and impatiently took a wooden sign from his arms and threw it on the table.

"Don't you be envious of the sword repairs of those flying swords? After the old man leaves, you take this sign to the foot of Wanjian Mountain, and someone will pick you up."

After that, his figure disappeared.

There was only one sentence left in the empty blacksmith's shop.

"The old husband wants you to call yourself once, and I'm a disciple of Chubei Handan!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the sword rang through the world.

One-armed old man, sword out of sheath!

In the blacksmith's shop, the strong man was left kneeling on the ground alone, and the voice of the big man nearly two meters whimpered, sobbing.

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East of the Jiancheng city, a small courtyard.

An old man in a white gown with meticulous hair and blind eyes knocked on the wooden door.

He put his left hand behind him, holding a cluster of wildflowers picked by the roadside.

The wooden door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a milfs and still charm stood in the house.

She glanced at the old man in a white shirt, wanting to show a touch of style, but one-eyed but ruined the overall temperament. She glanced at her and said: "Don't hide the flowers, every time this set, the old lady is getting tired."

The one-eyed old man made a good smile and handed the flower to the woman.

The woman took the flowers, raised her arms, and fanned slightly. The tip of her nose leaned over and sniffed gently, with a slight smile on her face.

She doesn't look good, she has a good charm, the most important thing is kindness.

The one-eyed old man did not enter the room, looked at her, and suddenly said: "I'm leaving."

The woman froze for a moment, almost not holding the flower in her hand.

"Where?" She pretended to be indifferent.

"Go where I should go." The one-eyed old man smiled.

The woman looked at him, and somehow she was angry. She smashed the flowers on him and said, "I know! I know that men are all like dogs! They say they like it, and they are full of farts! Although the old lady is old, is it okay to keep her for a while! The old lady doesn't bother you and the old one! She doesn't bother you blind! "

The one-eyed old man smiled and said, "How many times have I said it, I'm really not old. I'm just traveling around the world when I was young. When I was killing the people, I was sucked by the gangsters for a long time. Just do n’t believe it. "

With that said, he crouched down and began to pick up wild flowers scattered all over the ground.

Although he has only one eye, although he is gray-haired, he also has his own tenderness.

After picking up all the flowers, he reached out again and handed the bouquet to the woman in front of him.

The woman took the bouquet, hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and asked, "Come back?"

"Luck," said the one-eyed man.

The woman glared at him and said: "Don't you dare come back to try!"

The one-eyed man grabbed her and thumped her wrist, staring at her eyes.

"You ... you let go of the old lady!" The woman said.

The man looked at her and suddenly smiled: "You always say that you like readers, and feel that the readers are handsome."

He glanced down at his white gown, which he wore specially to please her.

It's a pity ... he really is a little less angry.

There will be no book anger in this life.

At this moment, the sky heard the "Where is Xizhou Jianxiu", and the woman was startled by the sudden sound.

The man looked at her, his eyes soft, and said, "On the down-to-earth, why hasn't my sword generation been as good as a scholar?"

"You are good to me!"

The man's sleeve waved, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

With a long sword in his hand, his temperament changed.

"Moo--" The sword was pulled out of the sheath, and the sound of the sword rang through the world!

The man was riding the wind and the sword, flying swiftly towards the outside of the Forged Sword City.

Above the sky, only his clear laughter, and that:

"wait for my return!"

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In a small alley in the Forge of Sword City, a little girl with claw braids looked at a peddler selling rock candy gourds in the distance and swallowed.

A big rough hand patted her little head and asked, "Want to eat?"

The girl looked up at the grey-haired hunched old man, swallowed again, and nodded vigorously.

The humpback old man smiled softly and said, "Then Bud Bu first goes back to the house and helps Grandpa to grind the ink. Grandpa goes out and buys it for you when he comes back, OK?"

"Hmm!" The little girl nodded vigorously, and then gently grabbed the sleeve of the humpback old man, and motioned him to squat down.

After the old man squatted, the little girl took a sip, kissed him, and grabbed an old goatee.

After the mischief succeeded, he ran into the house as soon as he smoked.

The hunched old man looked at her and shook his head and sighed.

This little girl was picked up by him, he really can't figure it out, such a cute girl, her parents are willing to give up.

He stood outside the door, looking in the direction outside the city, he was waiting for a voice.

Soon, he heard the "Where is Xizhou Jianxiu".

The hump-backed old man nodded with satisfaction and applauded.

He glanced inside the house, his eyes soft and pitiful.

As soon as he waved his sleeve, a long sword appeared in his hand.

Holding a long sword, he walked to the wooden door and applied a sword mark on the wooden door.

With this sword seal, even if he can't come back, the two swordsmen will find here to take care of Bud Bu for him.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his index finger and operated spiritual power, writing on the door the text that only practitioners can see:

"She's called Bud Bud, and she's four and a half years old. She loves rock sugar gourd."

He is afraid that you can't come back by yourself and can't fulfill the agreement with Buya.

After writing, the hunched old man looked out of the city and straightened his waist as much as he could.

His baby granddaughter is in the city, so all the debris outside the city ...

——When killed! ! !

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Ye Sui'an said, "Where is Xizhou sword repair?"

No one answered. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There was only one sword sound, ten sword sounds, one hundred sword sounds, countless sword sounds.

This place for the cultivation of the elderly ...

——Draw swords all over the city!

No need to answer by words, since it is for sword cultivation, I will answer with my sword!

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Xizhou Jianxiu ...

--here! ! !

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