In the cold winter, the biting cold wind howls wantonly, making people feel bone-chilling in their hearts, and the sky is covered with snow, which sets off the desolate scenery.
Aojian Villa, the vast white snow shrouds this majestic compound. Looking from a distance, the villa is covered in silver everywhere, revealing the coldness of loneliness.
The entire villa is divided into three areas. The front yard is a residential area, all of which are pavilions, lofts, and small buildings. People in the villa usually live here. The backyard is a martial arts field, which is specially used for martial arts training in the villa.
.In Aojian Villa, no one practices magic. All the people here practice sword skills and belong to the martial arts category. There is another place that is the secret place of Aojian Villa, which is the Sword Pond.
At this time in the backyard of Aojian Villa.
Snowflakes were flying, and on a broad field, a middle-aged man was seen dancing with a sword. The sword struck the sky, and his body moved with the sword. The dance of the sword was extremely mysterious, which made people feel pleasant to watch, but not satisfied.
Lost the awe-inspiring murderous intent.
The man dancing the sword is none other than Ao Xiaowen.
"Chen'er, have you memorized the sword skills that my father just demonstrated?" After finishing a set of sword skills, Aosheng put away his sword and walked over, squatted down, and asked Ao Jue.
"Remember it." A child of about ten years old stood nearby and replied.
"Although you can't practice martial arts or magic, as long as you can learn all the sword skills in our Proud Sword Villa, you won't be bullied when you go out in the future, and you can defend yourself." Xiao Wen looked at his son.
, with a bitter look on his face, not sure whether these words were comforting himself or the ten-year-old Jian Tianchen.
This ten-year-old child is the baby who entered a state of suspended animation after birth and possesses nine spiritual roots.
It took a full year of coma for the baby to wake up.
In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and the infant baby has grown into a handsome boy. Although he cannot practice magic or martial arts, the boy has an unforgettable memory. Whether it is magic formulas or martial arts techniques.
, as long as young people have seen it, they will remember it. It’s just that no matter how hard they try, they can’t practice. I have to say that this is fate.
"Chen'er, come here quickly, it's time to eat." The young woman who was crying so hard at first came over and shouted to the boy.
"Let's go and eat." As he said this, Jian Xiaowen put away his sword, picked up Jian Tianchen, and walked towards the young woman.
"You said it was true of you. Your son is only ten years old, and you taught him so many sword skills." The young woman said with slightly angry eyes.
"Am I not thinking about my son?" the middle-aged man said aggrievedly.
But at this time, it was extremely hot and unbearable in the sword pool. Compared with the outside, it was completely the two extremes of ice and fire.
Ding ding ding,
In the blazing furnace, pieces of iron were thrown in, and then turned into molten iron, and then poured into the sword embryo. The muscles of the swordsmith's whole body swelled and exuded a strong aura. They were obviously experienced and capable.
The swordsmith.
The hammer-sized hammer is swung in a special way in the hands of the swordsmith, emitting a special rhythm, and the series of tinkling sounds are like a sweet music.
In the Jianchi, a middle-aged man in Jinhua clothes was walking back and forth casually, followed by a middle-aged man. That man was the same middle-aged man who was after Xiao Chen'er was born, Jian Xiaowen's brother, Jian Xiao
sky.
The middle-aged man in brocade clothes exudes a powerful aura with every move he makes. This man is none other than the current owner of Aojian Villa, Jian Xiaoyun.
Jian Xiaoyun would go to Jianchi for inspection every day. After looking around in Jianchi, Jian Xiaoyun no longer stayed here, because this was not the main reason why he came to Jianchi every day. He must come to Jianchi every day.
It's because there is a peerless sword here, which can be called the best sword in the world, although it has not been completely cast yet.
Deep in the sword pool, Jian Xiaoyun took off an insulating feather coat from a shelf nearby and put it on. Jian Xiaotian also wore a feather coat. Then the two of them pushed open the stone door and entered the interior of the sword pool. As soon as they entered,
There was a wave of hot air blowing against my face. It was several times hotter than outside, and this was just the moment I entered.
Going down the stairs, as the two of them continued to go deeper, the air waves they endured became more and more scorching, and finally they had to use their strength to resist. Finally, the two of them reached the end. This was a cave with a radius of more than 30 feet, with a frame in the center.
A stove, which has no fuel but burns spontaneously, is actually the fire from the core of the earth.
There is a sword forged on the furnace. This sword was forged by the ancestors of the centuries-old swordsmen when they first established the Aojian Villa. They took the ore cold iron and meteorites from the sky and took a hundred years to gradually take shape.
"Master." Seeing Jian Xiaoyun's arrival, a swordsmith beside the sword furnace nodded and said, while the other one was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed as before.
"Sword slave, did the sword-casting go well today?" Jian Xiaotian asked. He would always ask this question every time he came here. This sword took a hundred years of hard work from the Jian family and several generations of people had been busy working on it for their entire lives. He couldn't help but be nervous.
"Don't worry, Master, everything is going well. I have calculated the time in the past few days. According to the current progress, it will take another ten years to forge this sword." The sword slave said.
"What, it will be made in another ten years, Sword Slave, are you sure your calculation is correct??" Although he was convinced of Sword Slave's sword-making skills, Jian Xiaoyun still wanted to make sure again.
"That's right, ten years." Jian Nu nodded and said with a smile. He could completely understand Jian Xiaoyun's mood at this time.
"Great, this magical weapon that has been forged for hundreds of years will finally be completed in the hands of our generation. I hope our ancestors will protect us from making mistakes in the past twenty years." Jian Xiaoyun's expression was extremely excited, and his voice was full of excitement.
Full of joy.
A trace of surprise flashed in Jian Xiaotian's eyes, and then a trace of determination flashed, and he said, "My brother is here to congratulate the owner of the village. The owner's ambition can finally be realized."
Jian Xiaoyun smiled and patted Jian Xiaotian's shoulder, "Brother, it should be that the wishes of all of us at Aojian Villa for hundreds of years will come true."
Let's go, we two brothers are going to celebrate. By the way, let's call Xiaowen. I haven't seen him for a long time.