The next day, Dong Zhang came to the yard as usual under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree early in the morning to study and meditate on the Nine Yang Scripture.
After the third volume of practice, the progress naturally slowed down because the content was really difficult and mysterious. However, Dongzhang was not in a hurry. Unlike other protagonists, he was either a blood feud or someone who wanted to steal his wife.
, it’s not like rushing out with your sword to find someone to fight with.
Dongzhang himself came to this world alone, with few friends, so naturally he could not talk about any enemies. His mentality was different from when he first came to this world. When he first came, he was helpless.
The little beggar didn't even have the most basic place to stay, so he was naturally worried about when he would be knocked out by some unforeseen disaster.
Now that the magical power has just begun, I must have the basic ability to protect myself. In this small town, it is already good if I don't harm others. Moreover, I am only fourteen years old and have not completed nine years of compulsory education.
In later generations, he was a member of Burial Love who was in junior high school. He was still at an age where he said: I'm warning you, I'm in the rebellious stage now, don't mess with me.
Therefore, Dongzhang does not care about the progress of his practice of the Nine Yang Manual. He has a very Buddhist mentality. He can practice it anyway, morning and evening. Dongzhang just goes out after practicing every day with such a leisurely attitude.
Stroll around.
I chatted a little with the old man Zhang who sells salted fish on the street, and gossiped with Aunt Xu who sold baskets next door about whose child had been whipped again. All in all, I spent a very fulfilling day.
Just like that, half a month passed quietly.
It was also the day when Dongzhang was going to pick up the sword. He got up and ate the sumptuous breakfast prepared by Aunt Liu. Dongzhang first meditated on the Nine Yang Scripture. When the time came, Xiangwu unknowingly came, and told Aunt Liu to go home later.
After eating, he got up and walked out of the house.
Along the street, I was teasing the children and chatting with the aunties and gossips. After a while, the blacksmith shop came into view. This time, I didn’t see the big blacksmith at work. There was no sound of clanging iron.
He stood by the workbench with bloodshot eyes and an abnormally haggard look, as if he was waiting for him to come.
"Is the sword ready?"
Dongzhang asked with a smile as soon as they met.
The big man turned around and took out a long cloth strip from behind, stretched out his hand and handed it to Dongzhang: "Guan has been waiting here for a long time. This is your sword."
Taking the long strip of cloth, untying the rope buckle, Dongzhang took out the dark and handsome stainless steel sword inside. The hilt and scabbard seemed to be integrated into one, the length and width were the same, and the appearance was black.
A very dark strip.
If you don't get closer, it looks like an ordinary wooden stick and is inconspicuous. Dongzhang grabbed it in his hand and weighed it. The long sword weighed about eleven or two kilograms. In terms of the light and fast swordsmanship, this
The weight of the sword is undoubtedly substandard.
But Dongzhang is quite satisfied. There is no doubt that Dongzhang's body has become different because of practicing the Nine Yang Manual. Strength is also one of them, so this sword seems to Dongzhang.
qualified.
Touching the smooth sword blade, Dongzhang raised his thumb and said, "Zheng!"
The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the dazzling cold light came out. Seeing the light on the blade, Dong Zhang, a complete amateur, couldn't help but say: "What a sword."
Seeing Dongzhang's satisfied look, the big man stepped forward and said: "This stainless steel sword was the work of me who worked day and night for fifteen days. I completed all the production by myself, and I never used any artificial hands."
people.
The blade of the sword is made of fine steel that has been beaten repeatedly, and the scabbard and hilt of the sword are also polished from the finest ebony wood. Apart from eating, drinking, and defecating, I never sleep for more than an hour every day. I dare not say this.
It is Guan's most proud work, but this stainless steel sword can definitely be ranked among the top three of Guan's works. I wonder if the young master is satisfied with it?"
After listening to the big man's statement, Dong Zhang sheathed his sword and looked at the big man with a playful look: "Yes, I am very satisfied with this sword. This is an extra ten taels of silver for you."
Throwing twenty taels of silver to the big man, Dong Zhang walked out without looking back, but there was a bang behind him that made Dong Zhang stop. It was the sound of the money bag hitting the ground, and the big man did not go.
After receiving the money bag thrown by Dongzhang, Dongzhang did not turn around to look at it, but stood quietly on the spot, quietly waiting for the big man's next words out of the corner of his eye.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the big man picking up the money bag, silently walked to Dong Zhang, put the money bag on the table in front of Dong Zhang with both hands, and took out a smaller money bag from his arms.
And pushed him in front of Dong Zhang. This series of actions made Dong Zhang confused. Dong Zhang looked at the big man with doubtful eyes.
The big man was not in a hurry to speak, he just glanced at Dongzhang and then said slowly: "Guan knows that the young master must have misunderstood. Guan said how hard he worked and how to make it, so he must blackmail the young master for more money."
Dongzhang raised his eyes and said nothing, right?
The big man chuckled to himself: "Although I am doing a despicable job, I am not completely obsessed with profit."
"I dare to ask, sir, you are definitely not making this sword for ornamental use, right?"
Dong Zhang remained silent, but neither denied nor admitted.
Seeing Dongzhang's silent attitude, the big man became even more determined. He laughed and said, "I have made many 'swords' for those young masters and second-generation ancestors in the town, but to be honest, this is what we do.
One line.
Those 'swords' can be used to deceive young masters who are not familiar with the world, but they are just a look-alike, with gold and jade on the outside, and they are just used for decoration and appearance. If we really expect those 'swords' to go into battle to kill the enemy, then
This is absolutely impossible, the silver spear and the wax head refer to those 'swords'."
Having said this, the big man paused, glanced at Dongzhang's slightly raised eyebrows, and said to himself: "But Guan knows that the stainless steel sword in the master's hand is not comparable to that of those guys.
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The big man casually picked up a steel knife on the table, looked at the cold blade, then turned to look at Dong Zhang, then stared at Dong Zhang and said: "The sword in your hand is the real enemy."
A sharp weapon, a real weapon to kill the enemy, is not just made for decorative purposes."
At this moment, Dongzhang's face no longer showed any expression, but his eyes changed from solemn at the beginning to indifference. He never spoke from the beginning to the end, he just stood quietly and listened to the big man's talk.
Realizing the change in Dongzhang's temperament, the big man did not panic, but slowly told a story: "In the past, this town did not belong to Mongolia, but was our land of the Song Dynasty. There was an ordinary family living beside the town.
Three people.
The husband works from sunrise to sunset, and the wife takes care of the housework at home. Although their life is poor, they are happy and contented. They have a child named Hutou. Although he is not very smart, he is strong and healthy. His wife takes good care of him, and he has very few children.
When she is sick, the wife will never let her husband worry about everything at home.
The husband also works outside with peace of mind and leaves the house to his wife unconditionally. No matter how exhausted he is physically and mentally when he comes home from hard work every day, when he sees the figure standing at the door of the house, he can always generate countless efforts for them and the family.
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"But even though life has been so miserable, this family of three still laughs and laughs every day. One day, everything changes. On the way home, my husband saw many people riding iron cavalry and many people running towards each other.
The fleeing people and the panicked villagers were like livestock and wild beasts being killed at will by men on iron cavalry. The streets were filled with the desperate wails of people and the cries of children. The husband, who had always been calm, panicked."
"He ran desperately in the direction of his memory. His shoes ran away, he fell down, and bruised his head. Because of his anxiety and panic, two lines of hot tears unknowingly filled his husband's cheeks. He wanted to shout.
, but he found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and no sound came out. Finally, he ran to the home in his memory."
Having said this, Dong Zhang found that the veins in the big man's hand holding the steel knife burst out, but he still continued in a calmer tone:
"The husband came home and saw that it was still the same home, but the people were no longer the same couple. The tiger's head was hung on a spear. Yes, he was dead. His wife fell disheveled at the door of the house, and that was her.
She stood at the door waiting for her husband every day, with several steel knives stuck in her belly. The direction her face looked at was the direction where her husband returned every sunset, but she could no longer say the words "husband, she is dead, husband"