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The lonely village is in the sunset, the light smoke is old and the jackdaws are in the shadow.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

The sharp sound of sharpening knives resounded, and in the lonely desert of the suburbs, clouds and smoke rose.

The sound of knocking weapons was accompanied by sweat, and the big man was barearmed, concentrating on building a long knife.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice the sparks that splashed and fell on the dead grass on the side and burned.

But it doesn't matter, because it's a bit more barren here, and the fire on the grass is burned out, so it's covered with sand and dust, and it won't burn completely.

The circle around him was full of dust marks that had been trampled on, the big man's arm kept waving, and the light of the remnant sun shone down, and he was busy for a long time before he succeeded.

Jingle, jingle, the sound of gold and iron clashing is always so pleasant.

He looked at the knife, sighed, nodded, and shook his head again.

He wanted to forge a knife, but his craftsmanship seemed to be far from that knife.

The knife hung in the blacksmith's shop, it was just a painting, but I had seen it before.

It was a golden knife.

The Golden Wrong Knife is not a currency, that is the name of a knife.

"It's a good knife, but it's still much worse than the golden wrong knife!"

The iron caster swung the iron knife twice, then slammed it into the ground.

Buzz –

The blade of the knife shook and made a piercing sound, which was enough to show the sharpness of the knife.

Someone came from the wasteland, the iron caster raised his head, his eyes flashed slightly, and he just wanted to shout twice and sell his knife, but when he saw that the person who came was a Taoist, the essence fire in his eyes dissipated.

Without him, Taoists use swords more and less swords.

It's not that the knife is bad, it's just that the sword is easy to control and cast, and the knife is a violent weapon.

He hadn't forged a sword for a long time, and now all he forged was a sword.

The man came, and at this time he actually walked towards the blacksmith, and the iron caster suddenly moved, so he just spoke, and before he could make a sound, the man suddenly took out a wooden sheep from his arms and carved it, and said to the iron caster: "Big brother, do you want to buy a wooden sheep?"

The iron caster choked on his words, smashed the hammer in his hand on the iron felt, and sighed, "Don't buy it!"

"Eh, don't, look at my wooden sheep, how beautiful the carving is, lifelike, I'll tell you a secret, this wooden sheep is amazing, as soon as the hand is thrown on the ground, it can run by itself!"

The Taoist grinned, he was a little young, and the iron caster immediately laughed: "Do you amuse me, wood can be a sheep, but how can a wooden sheep run? Why don't you say that sows can go up trees!"

"Sows can't go up trees, but wooden sheep can really run. ”

The Taoist stroked the wooden sheep in his hand, his eyes stared at the iron caster, and he was still smiling: "Buy one!"

"Don't buy it..... Wait, if you want me to buy it, it's okay. ”

The iron caster didn't finish his words before he turned the conversation, and at this time, his eyes flashed, and he pulled out the knife on the ground, and said to him: "You buy my knife, I buy your sheep, what do you think?"

"Eh, I'm not stupid!"

As soon as the Taoist heard this, he stopped doing it, and the iron caster laughed twice, thinking that this Taoist knew how valuable his knife was, and the wooden sheep was only a few taels, so he must not do it, and he knew that he was scolding him.

But then, when the iron caster heard the words of the Taoist, he immediately vomited blood, because what the Taoist said was: "My wooden sheep is ten gold, and your broken knife is only one or two silver, this transaction is too bad!"

"Fuck you!"

The iron caster suddenly cursed, and the man looked like I was so afraid, and at this moment, outside the wasteland, another person came.

The iron caster rolled his eyes, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately sighed: "Why is he a cultivator again!"

It's a Taoist, then there is no drama today, seeing that the sun is about to set, and the remnants of the sun have turned into blood, the iron caster is ready to clean up and close the shop.

There's a post station and a tea shop over there, and it's a small wasteland market, which belongs to the transit place, and the two can open all night, but he can't strike iron.

Eat well and sleep well to have the strength to work.

Li Bichen walked to the front of the iron casting shop, and when he saw the disappointed face of the other party, he asked with a smile: "Why does the master look sad?"

"Of course I lamented, you cultivators come here, you don't buy knives, you just sell wooden sheep to me, and I am angry that my three souls ascend to heaven, so naturally I am not happy in my heart. ”

The iron caster said this, and the Taoist who came with his hand pointed at him, the Taoist blinked, looked at Li Bichen, took out the wooden sheep in his hand, and smiled: "Ten taels of gold each, buy one?"

"A fool would buy your broken wood sheep!"

The iron caster scolded angrily, and the Taoist licked his face: "My wooden sheep is very strange, flying to the sky, fleeing into the ground, as long as you buy it, it is definitely worth the money!"

"It's worth a bird's egg!"

The iron caster continued to scold, but Li Bichen understood it, laughed, and waved his hand: "I don't want to buy your wooden sheep, but I have something to say to this master." ”

When the Taoist heard that Li Bichen didn't buy sheep, his face suddenly fell, and the iron caster frowned: "What's the matter?"

"It's a business, I want to borrow the master's shop for a while. ”

When the iron caster heard this, he was not happy: "What do you want me to do? What do you want me to cast? Give me money and I will help you cast!"

"I'm going to cast a little bell. ”

Li Bichen smiled: "The magic bell, the green ear clock, about the size of a palm, is done." ”

The spirit of the green ear bell is very weak, and it needs to be cultivated with mortal weapons first, and wait until the forty-ninth day, when the vitality is restored, and then transferred to the immortal caster.

The craftsmanship of this iron caster was inquired about by himself, and the so-called good craftsmen must have good tools, but Li Bichen felt that it was better to build it himself.

"This is easy to do! Twenty-six taels of silver. ”

The iron caster frowned, although he was a knife caster, he was also a blacksmith with good skills, and Li Bichen shook his head: "I'll cast it myself, just borrow a quenching place......"

"My shop, of course, I want to cast it! You are a person, you come here to cast a bell, this is a business, you have to do it yourself, isn't this smashing my field!"

The iron caster was very dissatisfied, anyway, he didn't agree, and Li Bichen persuaded him to be right, just shook his head and smiled, and pointed to himself: "I am also a craftsman with good craftsmanship, I am afraid that you are not as good as me." ”

"I'll be inferior to you!

The iron caster was suddenly angry: "I Tao An has been a sword for the first half of my life, the middle half of my life is iron, and the second half of my life is a knife.

He waved his hand and said angrily: "I don't want your money, you give me the drawings, and I will cast the bell for you within three days!"

"This can't be done, this can't be ....."

"It's done!"

The iron caster picked up the hammer in his hand, and the other hand suddenly drew the knife, and at this time it thrust and retracted and shook in the molten iron, and the hammer in the other hand swung and slammed, and the sky was full of golden iron flowers.

"My craft, here is a hundred miles away, and it is famous!"

The iron caster said this, arrogant and awe-inspiring, and Li Pichen couldn't help but sigh when he saw him stubborn, and his eyes suddenly turned and he saw a picture scroll hanging in the blacksmith shop.

"What is this knife?"

Li Bichen opened his mouth to ask, and the iron caster looked at the knife and said, "That's a golden knife, very beautiful, very majestic, isn't it, my half-life goal is to cast such a knife." ”

"Half a lifetime, if I can cast this golden knife, then I will die without regrets. ”

Li Bichen listened to his words, slightly moved, and some thoughts rose in his heart, with his own eyes, of course, he could see that this golden knife was not an ordinary soldier, but an immortal soldier.

This is a treasure of human immortals, even if it is a picture scroll, you can see the power it has.

This is the unique Dao rhyme of the immortal soldiers, as long as it is copied, it will naturally have this kind of might.

I don't know who forged the weapon, but it's not difficult for me to forge such a knife.

But for this iron caster, this is the pursuit of half a lifetime, and it is the goal he wants to achieve the most.

Half a lifetime is only for this thing, which can be described as perseverance.

"I believe in this person's craftsmanship, since he can aim at forging human immortal treasures, although he doesn't know that this is an immortal soldier, but thinking about it, the craftsmanship is much better than what I inquired about. ”

Li Bichen thought so, looked at the golden knife again, smiled, and said to the iron caster: "Okay, I will entrust you with this little bell, but the reward that should be given must not be missing you, so let's give you a knife." ”

"This knife is this golden knife, of course, there are no good materials, and it may not have the power of the knife in this painting. ”

Li Bichen's words fell, and the iron caster was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, his face was full of mockery: "I am the person with the best craftsmanship in this radius of hundreds of miles, and this can't create this golden wrong knife, and Xiao Daoye's boast of Haikou is too big!"

He turned his head to look at the man: "Do you say yes?"

The man raised his eyebrows, but just sighed: "Interlaced like a mountain, why do you ask me to buy sheep?"

"Fuck off!"

The iron caster waved his arm, and looked at Li Bichen at the same time: "Come on, little Daoist, since you want to pay me, then ten taels of silver will be counted, and you don't want to cast this knife." ”

He said so, and Li Bichen shook his head: "You don't believe it, eh, I have to show you a skill, so let's do it, when you finish casting the bell, I will cast this golden knife for you, if I can't cast it, I will give you ten taels of gold." ”

"It's not a smashing of your field, even if it's broken, it's mine. ”

Li Bichen said so, and the iron caster muttered twice and nodded, this is indeed not a loss of face, because it is not a transaction, then it is fine, and ten taels of gold, don't do it in vain.

So Li Bichen gave the size, the iron caster accepted it into the big shop, watched the furnace throughput and listened to the gold and iron strikes, and the Taoist who sold the wooden sheep was talking with Li Bichen, he also had some small ways, called Ge You, so he said, three days passed, and in the big shop, the iron caster came out, holding a silk cloth in his hand, and there was a green ear clock in it.

is only the size of a palm, which is not half the size given by Li Bichen.

"Not bad, not bad!"

Li Pichen was quite surprised, he didn't expect that the craftsmanship of this iron casting master was really not bad, this was among the top among mortals, and it was much higher than the disciples of the Sword Prison Valley, so that it was almost the same as the people in the Fire Crafting Palace.

It's just that he has never been reborn and has not practiced well, so there is no way to be without Tao among the utensils.

The iron caster stood proudly, and Li Bichen smiled and said that he would fulfill his promise, so the iron caster crossed his hands and let go, with an interested senior look.

But the next moment, when Li Bichen picked up the hammer, he couldn't laugh.

The golden light, the firelight, intertwined, the molten iron was like a flower, and the hammer danced more beautifully than a sword and a knife.

When he saw this technique, he knew that he had looked away from his eyes, this Dao master was really a master, but he comforted himself, the heart Dao technique was high, it was nothing, and the intermediate process was important.

Then, in the middle of the process, the young knife made four consecutive knife sounds.

The iron caster's face became extremely ugly, and at the same time he regretted it a little, and he was comforting himself, the process was not important, the result was important.

So the big day just rose to noon, that firelight swallowed like a cloud, like Danxia lingering, just look at the clear water, a cloud of smoke rose first, and then a cloud of black ink fell off, and finally saw Li Bichen exhale a breath and blew on the knife.

It was at this moment that the cold light suddenly lit up, and the blade was truly manifested.

Phew!

The water was cut open, and it only trembled a little, and the countless dead grass on the ground all broke off.

Golden wrong knife!

The iron caster's face turned pale, but there was excitement in it, and when he took the knife from Li Pichen's hand, the hand stroked it, and his body trembled violently.

This is indeed the golden mistake!

That man was really cast!

The iron caster opened his mouth, and his eyes were staring out, excited and shocked, and even more indescribable.

He just wanted to thank him, but when he looked up again, Li Bichen's figure was gone.

But in my ears, there was a voice.

"Half a lifetime of time to cast a knife, you are also a crazy person, although this golden knife is not perfect, but I want to leave you a thought, when it is good, you interpret the word perseverance for me, I will give you a fairy knife, if you have a fate in the future, you can see you again. ”

The sound was scattered, and he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked the sheep seller next to him, but the man plucked out his ears and just smiled: "People have long been gone! You are a mortal in the flesh, and you can't see the true face of the immortal family!"

He said this, and the iron caster suddenly realized, and then stomped his feet and beat his chest, and his face turned red with shame, it turned out that he had always been a cloth drum and thunder gate, showing off in front of the immortals, and even making mockery, now that he thought about it, he was really ashamed.

But when I thought of the last words, I rejoiced in my heart at the same time, who in the world can be worthy of the praise of the immortals?

"Our craftsmanship is still high!"

He thought so, but he didn't see that the Taoist who sold sheep left a wooden sheep at this time, and the wooden sheep shook its head, and suddenly turned into a green-horned white-haired sheep, carrying this Taoist person and leaving directly.

This man took a knife with him, because he wanted to carve wood, so he naturally came to get the knife.

And he also left the wooden sheep as a reward.

A carved knife carves all things in the world, carving dragons is dragons, carving people is people, and carving ghosts is ghosts.

Li Bichen had already traveled far away at this time, but at this moment, his body paused slightly, and his eyes turned back to look at the barren mountains in the distance.

It seems that there is a Taoist who rode away on a green sheep, and the breath on his body is ..... with himself Extremely similar.

"Taishang?"

Li Bichen narrowed his eyes slightly, laughed again, and turned to leave.

In those ears, there seemed to be a ballad:

"The long-distance weeds and cold sand, the sunset and the distant water, the decaying willows and yellow flowers and thin horses. Don't talk about it, whose house are you staying at tonight?"

"Stop, stop, look at that....... Tianjing sand. ”