A real warrior dares to face the bleak life and face the blood. What kind of sadness and happiness are these? However, fate is often designed for mediocre people, using the flow of time to wash away old traces, leaving only light red blood and slightly sadness. In this light red blood and slightly sadness, people can temporarily live a life and maintain this world that is not human. I don’t know when such a world will be an end!

Perhaps those real warriors don’t dare to face anything, but for more people, life is an attitude or a tolerance,

"Since ancient times, those gods and ghosts fabricated by some counselors have harmed people. Some people do things because they believe in those ridiculous words, so they cannot do things. Such stupid people try to hide as far as possible."

That was the teaching that the old beggar once taught in anger. Because the old beggar rarely shows his anger in front of Leng Xiaobai, he was particularly concerned about the words he said that time. He didn't care much at the beginning, but now Leng Xiaobai understands what he said very well.

If these people hadn't been hesitating, how could this scroll fall into their hands now? In the end, they could only return empty-handed.

There was a "bang" sound of breaking the door, and then a few people walked in. A gust of wind blew outside, blowing the people outside around, which made them retreat as quickly as possible. When they left, they were chanting some inexplicable words at the bottom, perhaps from where they heard the scriptures.

The people outside were scared away by a gust of wind, which made Leng Xiaobai hide. Just when he thought he could come out, another person came in outside, a woman wearing mourning clothes.

Yao Ting brought back from the Qiu family with a filial piety uniform and a divorce letter.

Her husband Qiu Linqi is already dead, so it is not him who wrote the divorce letter, but his father-in-law who has always been lukewarm to her. As the Qiu family members kept sowing discord, they finally attacked her because the room was covered with men's clothes, and they began to doubt her infidelity.

Yao Ting did not explain. Qiu Zhihe finally drove the wife out of the house in the name of replacing her son. After leaving the Qiu family, she could only return to the Yao family, which had been unpopular for a long time. Everyone in the Yao family died, leaving her only this house.

Because of the previous tragedy, no one was willing to come here to be a servant, especially a daughter-in-law in the Qiu family had been secretly tampering, which made Yao Ting come back alone.

One of the yards in the house was burned. Yao Ting only learned about this when she came back. It was a servant in the doorman of the Qiu family who told her that she was very pitiful when she saw her returning alone, but she didn't expect that after telling her about this, it would be useless except to make her even more pitiful.

Kang He from the blacksmith shop was so tired that he could no longer stand up. Looking at the giant sword that had been formed and looking at his thin body, he really wanted to know what these three people were thinking about, giving him such a big sword. Do they want to make him exhausted here and then they can take the sword back in a legitimate way?

"Ou Yezi, the ancestor of the sword-casting master, once forged five famous swords, one is Zhanlu, the second is Chunjun, the third is Shengxie, the fourth is Yuyan, and the fifth is Juque. That Juque sword is not comparable to this sword. We have increased the sword and widened it on the original one, and you can call it the Great Juque sword."

Blacksmith Armor said very seriously.

"If you want to use a sword well, it means you want to use your life to cultivate feelings with this sword. The sword is a spiritual existence. If you cannot give him sincerity, he will not move with your heart. If the two hearts cannot be connected, you will be the only one who ends up suffering in the end."

The blacksmith said earnestly.

"This sword is indeed very heavy, not something you can use now. When you go back, you start practicing martial arts and reach a certain level. It has reached a certain level of power. It is not a problem to use a big Juque sword."

Blacksmith C reminded.

The three of them have always been blacksmiths in Fuyang City. In addition to casting swords, they will also cast some very simple farm tools for the civilians, or repairing them is within their work scope. After all, they also have to survive. The scrap iron they usually use is collected from the streets and door to door, and they also used a lot of money.

This time, the 300 taels of silver was a great customer, so how could it not be well received? Even the sword used 500 kilograms of iron, and finally made it into 300 kilograms of gold to be considered a survival.

The Great Juque Sword weighs 300 kilograms and is a seven-foot giant sword. It has a large iron ring on the hilt of the sword, and the foot is the size of a fist.

Leng Xiaobai came with a sword in his arms, and looked at the sword standing on the ground, which was more than one person tall. He looked at Kang He in surprise, and then at the other three blacksmiths. They put down their work and were all admiring this masterpiece from their own hands. No matter what direction they looked at, they were becoming more and more proud.

In order to prove that this big Juque sword was from their hands, the words "Three Blacksmiths" were imprinted on the sword body. Although the word is very small, it is the only three words on this sword.

"It's a very good sword, but now you can't handle this sword. You may be able to barely carry this sword on your back in half a month and use it for a year. It may be a bit exaggerating."

Leng Xiaobai is not very good at teaching this aspect, and he can only do his best to do his best.

"You want to teach me martial arts?"

Kang He looked at Leng Xiaobai excitedly. He almost looked like he was in front of this person. What kind of identity should Leng Xiaobai be?

A person who was taken to the court to arrest the documents, a person who was chased by Yehun, and who was not arrested or injured after the two fought, how could such a person have such an expression?

Leng Xiaobai didn't answer what he said, and took a bag from behind and put it in the hands of the third blacksmith. The third blacksmith asked in confusion.

"You have already paid for the sword casting, what does this mean?"

"In the past few days, I have seen several people who are the only righteous people in the world. This painting is my ancestral inheritance. I am being chased by someone now. I cannot put this ancestral inheritance into the hands of others for my own reasons. In the past few days, I have seen several people who are worthy of my Yan's entrusting the things. Please give me this time."

Leng Xiaobai took out ten taels of silver from his arms. He didn't know what this painting was. Even if it was a painting that could cause bloody storms in the world, he didn't really want to see it. In the end, he just thought that he could hand over the painting and hand it over to the hands of a person who couldn't understand it. This would be the best.
Chapter completed!