383, [Swords Come Out All over the City]

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Sword Forging City, a blacksmith shop in the west of the city.

A sturdy man was forging a sword. The hammer in his hand struck the red sword body, making a sound of gold and iron clashing.

A one-armed old man was sitting on a wicker chair, holding a big cattail leaf fan in his left hand. He seemed to be fanning himself leisurely, but his brows were furrowed, as if he was not in a very beautiful mood.

He stood up and slapped the strong man on the back of the head hard, but the sweat on his hands was stained with sweat. He wanted to wipe it off on the man's cloth in disgust, but found that his cloth was also soaked.

The one-armed old man put his hand behind his back and waved it gently, and the sweat stains dissipated completely.

He frowned and said impatiently: "When I heard the sound, I felt that you were knocking wrong!"

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

"It's useless, keep an eye on it. I'll demonstrate it to you one last time." The one-armed old man took the hammer and began to teach the strong man.

A scrawny old man with gray hair picked up a hammer and danced like a tiger.

This is really nothing strange in Sword Forging City.

Suddenly, the one-armed old man suddenly stopped moving.

Because the sound of "Where is the Xizhou Sword Cultivator?" spread throughout the city and reached his ears.

His frown instantly relaxed.

The strong man looked at this scene, but couldn't help clenching his fists. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

The old man glanced at him and said angrily: "You're useless, 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 I told you, you are just an apprentice, I am not your master! If you fart, hurry up."

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

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

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

The one-armed old man didn't reply, he just raised his left hand and grabbed it into the house.

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

There was no need for him to say anything more about this situation.

The strong man looked at all this and said with a trembling voice: "What is this voice... calling you to do?"

"Just killing people." The one-armed old man lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand. The breeze blew the white hair on his temples.

The strong man looked at him and hesitated to speak.

The one-armed old man said angrily: "You worthless thing, do you want to ask me if it is dangerous? Will anyone die?"

The strong man swallowed his saliva and nodded naively.

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

"Then can you..." Before the strong man could finish his words, his head was hit by the scabbard.

"Shut up, I am! You are noisy!" said the one-armed old man.

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

"You idiot, don't you envy those sword cultivators who fly with swords? After I leave, take this sign and go to the foot of Wanjian Mountain, and someone will pick you up."

After saying that, his figure disappeared.

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

"I allow you to call yourself once, my disciple of Chu Beihan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of swords resounded throughout the world.

The one-armed old man unsheathed his sword!

In the blacksmith shop, the strong man fell to his knees alone. The man who was nearly two meters away whimpered and broke down in tears.

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To the east of Sword Forging City, there is a small courtyard.

An old man wearing a white gown, his hair carefully combed, but one of his eyes was blind, knocked on the wooden door.

He put his left hand behind his back, holding a cluster of wild flowers picked by the roadside.

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

She glanced at the old man who was wearing a white shirt and wanted to show a trace of elegance, but his one eye ruined his overall temperament. She rolled her eyes and said, "Stop hiding the flowers. I'm getting tired of doing this every time."

The one-eyed old man smiled flatteringly and handed the flower to the woman.

The woman took the flowers, raised her arms and fanned them slightly, put her nose close to sniff them, and had a slight smile on her face.

She is not good-looking, but her charm is good, and most importantly, she has a kind heart.

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

The woman was slightly startled and almost lost her grip on the flower in her hand.

"Where to go?" she asked, pretending to be indifferent.

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

The woman looked at him and became angry for some reason. She threw the flowers on him and said, "I knew it! I knew men were all this kind of bad guys! They kept saying they liked him, but they were full of bullshit! Even though I’m old, can’t you be reserved for a while? I don’t even think you’re old! I don’t think you’re blind!”

The one-eyed old man smiled sarcastically and said: "I have told you many times, I am not old. I just traveled around the world when I was young. When I was doing harm to the people, I was sucked away by the gangsters. I am not much older than you. How can you?" I don’t believe it.”

As he spoke, he knelt down and began to pick up wild flowers scattered on the ground.

Although he has only one eye and gray hair, he also has his own gentleness.

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?"

"It depends on luck." the one-eyed man said.

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

The one-eyed man grabbed her wrist and punched him, staring into her eyes.

"You...let me go!" the woman said.

The man looked at her and suddenly smiled and said: "You always say that you like scholars and think that scholars are charming and chic."

He looked down at the white gown he was wearing, which he wore specially to please her.

It's a pity... He really lacks a bit of bookishness.

I will never be bookish in this life.

At this moment, the voice "Where is Xizhou Sword Cultivator" came from the sky, and the woman was startled by this sudden voice.

The man looked at her with soft eyes and said, "In terms of being elegant and unrestrained, how can I, a swordsman, be inferior to a scholar?"

"Just keep an eye on me!"

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

Holding a long sword in his hand, his whole demeanor changed.

"噌——" With a sound, the sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the world!

The man rode the wind and wielded his sword, flying happily and freely towards the outside of the sword-making city.

Above the horizon, only his clear laughter could be heard, and the sound:

"Wait when I get home!"

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In a small alley of Sword Forging City, a little girl with braids looked at the vendor selling candied haws in the distance and swallowed her saliva.

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

The girl looked up at the white-haired old man with a hunchback, swallowed again, and nodded vigorously.

The hunchbacked old man smiled gently and said: "Then Yaya will go back to the house first and help grandpa polish the ink. Grandpa will go out and buy it for you when he comes back, okay?"

"Yeah!" The little girl nodded vigorously again, then gently grabbed the hunchbacked old man's sleeve and motioned for him to squat down.

After the old man squatted down, the little girl chirped, kissed him, and grabbed a handful of the old man's goatee.

After the prank succeeded, he quickly ran into the house.

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

This little girl was picked up by him. He really couldn't understand that his parents were willing to abandon such a cute girl.

He stood outside the door and looked in the direction outside the city, waiting for a sound.

Soon, he heard the voice "Where is the sword cultivator of Xizhou?"

The hunchbacked old man nodded with satisfaction and expressed approval.

He glanced into the room, his eyes soft and pitiful.

He waved his sleeves, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

He held a long sword, walked to the wooden door, and placed a sword mark on the wooden door.

With this sword seal, even if he can't come back, people from the two major sword sects will find this place and take care of Yaya for him.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his index finger, used his spiritual power, and wrote words on the door that only practitioners could see:

"Her name is Yaya. She is four and a half years old. She loves to eat candied haws."

He was afraid that you would not be able to come back and fulfill your agreement with Yaya.

After finishing writing, the hunchbacked old man looked out of the city and straightened his back as much as he could.

His precious granddaughter is in the city, so all the bastards outside the city...

——To be killed! ! !

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Ye Sui'an's voice, "Where is the Xizhou Sword Cultivator?" resounded throughout the Sword Forging City.

No one spoke in response.

There is only one sword cry, ten sword clangs, a hundred sword clangs, and countless sword clangs.

This place for sword cultivation and retirement...

——The whole city draws swords!

There is no need to answer with words. Since I am a swordsman, I can answer with a sword!

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Xizhou sword cultivator...

--here! ! !

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