Chapter 13: Taking the Sword
Morning time.
The bright sunshine shines on the streets in the south of the city.
The south of the city is the most prosperous area of Izumo City. The long street is dotted with people and bustling with people; among the white walls, there are continuous roofs and cornices, and long banners are hung in front of each shop to attract customers. The cover is dancing lightly in the wind.
You Su walked purposefully through the streets carrying the hot buns. Before taking breakfast home, he had to get his sword.
"Wangji Iron Shop" is a small shop but it is the best iron shop in Izumo City because the only blacksmith in it, Master Wang, not only has a famous sword forging skill, but also a A master of the water condensation realm.
That’s why he can open an iron shop in the downtown area with great pride. The prominent people in Izumo City are also willing to take care of his business, even though Blacksmith Wang’s temper is notoriously weird.
You Su is not a respectable person. He only came here once when he was very young. That was when his master brought him to buy his first sword, which he still uses until now.
I wonder if Blacksmith Wang could still recognize that the sword was made by him when he recast the sword. Thinking of this, You Su felt as if time flies by.
After entering the door, the heavy smell of pig iron hit your face, and You Su couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. There are some outstanding weapons hanging on the wall, reflecting a dangerous and sharp light.
Blacksmith Wang is lying on the rocking chair behind the counter. He is a dark-skinned old man with a Chinese character face, thick lips, deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, but his arms are not consistent with his age.
Seeing You Su entering the door, Blacksmith Wang glanced at You Su's clothes, and then took a puff of dry cigarette: "You are a rare visitor, are you here to buy a sword?"
"Master Wang, I'll get it. Sword."
As if he had expected it, Blacksmith Wang stood up and walked to the back room, taking out a simple long sword that was all black. He threw the sword to You Su, who caught it steadily. live.
“Let’s take a look, I’m still satisfied.” Blacksmith Wang lay down again.
You Su drew out his sword and carefully touched this familiar old friend with his palm. The chips and wear had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a smooth and delicate glaze to the touch.
You Su held the hilt of the sword and couldn't help but twist it a few times. The feeling of being like an arm making him feel at ease. You Su happily shouted its name, Mo Song, in his heart, and the Mo Song sword seemed to be responding, trembling slightly.
Blacksmith Wang made countless swords, but he remembered every sword he made. But when he took Mo Song from the girl, he almost didn't recognize it as his own masterpiece.
He couldn't help but think of that morning again, when he was proudly admiring his masterpiece. The man led a blind boy and broke in and snatched it away, leaving only a motto as buying gold. The man also said grandly that if a good sword matches a good person, this child will make this sword famous across the five continents. He couldn't beat the man, so he could only feel angry.
Later, this motto helped him break through to the Condensing Water Realm, and gained decades of life. He was also relieved, and just felt sorry for his sword. Now that he saw the spots on the mottled pine, he realized that what that man said back then was true. He clearly understood how difficult it was to use the mosong sword like this.
So he took thirty silver from the girl, because the girl only had thirty silver, and he was recasting it for Mo Song, and the value of the consumables could no longer be measured by ordinary money. The Condensing Water Realm was his limit, and in the short lifespan he had left, he also wanted to see how high this sword and its owner would reach.
You Su resisted the idea of continuing to play with it and returned the sword to its sheath. He raised his hand to salute and solemnly said: "Master Wang, my junior sister's thirty silver is just an advance payment. I will settle the remaining amount now. Qing.”
You Su is also a person who knows swords, and thirty silver can never achieve such a recasting effect.
Wang Blacksmith raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "You are smart, but you can't afford it." You Su wanted to say that he was rich, but then he thought that no matter how much money he had, it was just money for mortals. , and a real fairy sword cannot be measured with ordinary money.
Wang Tiejiang looked at You Su who was hesitant to speak, and smiled with his withered lips, "Of course I am not a Kaijitang. If you want to sheath your sword, then You just have to promise me something."
You Su tightened his grip on the sword, and then suddenly let go. He couldn't protect himself now, so how could he make a promise to others.
"Don't be in a hurry to return it to me. You haven't even heard what happened." Blacksmith Wang exhaled a puff of smoke, "The sword made by the Blacksmithing Sect is unparalleled in the world. It was cast by the sect leader Ye Qing. Thousands of monks are vying for the sword. I am not talented and have had some minor conflicts with Venerable Ye Qing. You only need to promise me that you will definitely defeat a monk who holds a sword made by Venerable Ye Qing. That’s it.”
You Su didn’t expect that an old blacksmith in such a remote town could be related to someone like Venerable Ye Qing. You must know that only those who are powerful in the cave realm can be called venerable. On the Five Continents, the venerable is definitely the person at the top of the world of immortality.
Seeing You Su's hesitation, Blacksmith Wang sat up straight and snorted coldly, "I'm not asking you to fight for Venerable Ye Qing. What are you afraid of? There are many monks who can gain respect based on their background. Why are you trying to beat them up with a sword made by someone else?”
"But..."
As if he was afraid that You Su wouldn't let him go, Blacksmith Wang hurriedly added, "Besides, I don't have many years to live. You promise me first, how will I know you when I die?" Did you do it? "
"Don't say that, I just promise you." You Su really couldn't bear to give the sword back, and he couldn't find such a good sword in a short time. "You. Don’t worry, I will definitely do what I promised.”
Hearing this, Blacksmith Wang took a puff of cigarette with satisfaction.
At this moment, two more handsome and elegant young men came into the store. They originally looked flattering, but when they saw You Su was also in the store, their faces turned sinister. One of the thinner teenagers pointed at You Su and was about to question him, but was stopped by his companions. Then he remembered that this was the old and weird iron shop.
Through the unique and familiar aura, You Su sensed that these two people were the people who often made things difficult for him. The short one was named Wu Ping, and the tall one was named Wu Cheng. They are all disciples of the Shouxiao Sect, the largest sect in Izumo City.
You Su didn’t want to cause more trouble, so he put away the Mo Song Sword and asked Blacksmith Wang to resign.
"Master Wang, I'm leaving first."
"Let's go." Blacksmith Wang nodded, then his tone changed, and he asked Wu Ping and Wu Cheng with a bad look, "Don't you Get out?”
Although Wu Cheng felt unhappy about why the blind man could let this old weirdo talk so kindly, he still remained polite and said with a flattering smile: “Master Wang, don’t be angry, we are here to learn from him. I have asked you something important.”
"What's the matter?"
"Master Uncle He from the sect has been missing for five days. Although Master He is silly and unsociable and likes to be alone, people occasionally see him. This time But there was no trace of him, so Master sent his disciples out to investigate. "
"I haven't seen him, so go away." Blacksmith Wang knocked the cigarette ashes and saw him off.
You Su, who had not yet gone far, quietly accelerated his departure after hearing the words "Uncle He".
(End of this chapter)