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

A strong man was forging a sword. The hammer in his hand hit the red sword body, making a sound of gold and iron attacks.

An old man with one-armed arm was sitting on a rattan chair, holding a big palm fan in his left hand. He seemed to be fanning leisurely, but his eyebrows were frowning, and he seemed not very beautiful.

He stood up and patted the back of the strong man's head vigorously, but he was sweating in his hands and wanted to wipe the man's cloth clothes in disgust, but found that his cloth clothes were also wet.

The one-armed old man put his hand behind him and waved it gently, and the sweat stains disappeared.

He frowned and said impatiently: "I think you knocked wrong when I heard this sound!"

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

"I'll see what's useless, I'll show you the last demonstration." The one-armed old man took the hammer and began to teach the strong man.

A skinny old man had gray hair, but he picked up the hammer but danced with great vigor.

This is not a strange thing 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 into his ears.

His frowning brow unfolded instantly.

The strong man looked at this scene, but couldn't help but clench his fists, trying to say something, but he didn't say anything.

The old man glanced at him and said angrily: "If you want to say anything, just say whatever you want."

"Master..." the strong man spoke.

The one-armed old man immediately glared at him and said, "I have said it many times. You are just an apprentice. I am not your master! If you have any fucks, please give it up."

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

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

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

The one-armed old man did not reply, but just raised his left hand and grabbed it into the house.

A kick on the table in the room cracked open, and a very thin long sword fell into his left hand.

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

The strong man looked at all this and his voice trembled, "What is this voice... what are you going to do?"

"Just killing." The one-armed old man looked down at the sword in his hand, and the breeze blew the white hair on his temples.

The strong man looked at him, wanting to speak but stopping.

The one-armed old man said angrily: "You want to ask me if there is any danger and will anyone die?"

The strong man swallowed his saliva and nodded in a silly manner.

The old man held a long sword in his hand and sighed, "Maybe."

"Then can you..." Before the strong man finished speaking, his head was knocked by a scabbard.

"Shut up to me! 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.

"Don't you foolish guy envy those sword cultivators who fly with swords? After I left, you will take this sign to the foot of Wanjian Mountain, and someone will pick you up."

After saying that, his figure disappeared.

Only one sentence was left in the empty blacksmith shop.

"I'm going to call you once, I'm my disciple of Chu Beihan!"

As soon as the words were finished, the sound of the sword resounded throughout the world.

One-armed old man, pull his sword out of his sheath!

In the blacksmith shop, a strong man was left kneeling on the ground, and the man nearly two meters was sobbing and sobbing.

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In the east of the city of Zhujiancheng, there is a small courtyard.

An old man wearing a white long gown, with meticulous hair but one blinded eyes knocked on the wooden door.

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

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

She glanced at the old man wearing a white shirt and wanted to show a hint of literary spirit, but one-eyed eyes destroyed the overall temperament, and said with a blank look: "Don't hide the flowers. Every time I have this set, I'm almost tired of it."

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

The woman took the flowers, raised her arm and sang it slightly, leaned over and sniffed it gently, and there was a slight smile on her face.

She is not very good-looking, but she is pretty good-looking, and the most important thing is her kindness.

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

The woman was slightly stunned and almost couldn't grasp the flower in her hand.

"Where do you go?" she pretended to be indifferent.

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

The woman looked at him and was angry for some reason. She smashed the flowers on him and said, "I knew! I knew men are all of this kind of dog virtue! I kept saying that I liked it, and I was full of nonsense! Although I am old, can't I be reserved for a while? I didn't even dislike you for being old! I didn't even dislike you for being blind!"

The one-eyed old man smiled embarrassedly and said, "I have said it many times. I am really not old. I just traveled around the world when I was young. When I was eliminating harm to the people, I was just sucked by evil people for some life span. I can't be at the age of you, why don't you believe it?"

As he said that, he squatted down and began to pick up wild flowers scattered all over the ground.

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

After picking up all the flowers, he reached out 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, "Are you back?"

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

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

The one-eyed man grabbed her and pounded his wrist and stared at her eyes.

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

The man looked at her and suddenly smiled and said, "You always say you like scholars and think scholars are romantic and elegant."

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

It’s a pity... he is really less scholarly.

There will never be a scholarly person in this life.

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

The man looked at her with a gentle look and said, "Why are our swordsmans inferior to scholars in terms of elegance and elegance?"

"Please give me some advice!"

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

With his long sword in his hand, his whole temperament has changed.

With a "snap", the sword was pulled out of its sheath, and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the world!

The man rode the wind to control his sword, and was cheerful and flew out of the sword-making city.

Above the sky, only his clear laughter and that sound:

"Wait until I get home!"

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In a small alley in Zhujiancheng, a little girl with a pigtail looked at the hawker selling candied haws in the distance and swallowed her saliva.

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

The girl looked up at the hunchbacked old man with white hair, swallowed again, and nodded vigorously.

The hunchbacked old man smiled gently and said, "Then Yaoya went back to the house first and helped grandpa polish the ink. Grandpa went out and bought it for you when he came back, okay?"

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

After the old man squatted down, the little girl squirted, kissed him, and grabbed the old man's goatee.

After the prank succeeded, he ran into the house in a flash.

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

He picked up this little girl, and he really couldn't figure it out. Such a cute girl, her parents were willing to abandon her.

He stood outside the door and looked out of the city, and he was waiting for a voice.

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

The hunchbacked old man nodded with satisfaction and expressed his approval.

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

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

He walked to the wooden door with a long sword in his hand and applied a sword seal on it.

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

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

"She is named Yaya, she is four and a half years old this year and loves to eat candied haws."

He is afraid that you will not be able to come back by yourself and will not be able to fulfill the agreement with Yaya.

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

His baby granddaughter is in the city, so all the miscellaneous things outside the city...

Kill!!!

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Ye Sui'an's voice "Where is the sword cultivator in Xizhou?" resounded throughout the Sword Forging City.

No one responded.

There was only one sword sound, ten sword sounds, hundreds of sword sounds, and countless sword sounds.

This place for sword cultivation and retirement...

The whole city draws the sword!

No verbal answer is needed. Since I am a sword cultivator, I will answer with my sword!

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Xizhou Sword Cultivator...

Here!!!

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Chapter completed!