Early January.

Light rain in early spring.

The spring is cold and cold.

In the city of Gusu, cold rain fell one after another, but outside a blacksmith shop with a bright red fire, I suddenly heard a horse neighing, and saw a maroon pony, raising its head, looking left and right, half of its body leaning under an umbrella,

Half of the body was exposed outside the umbrella, covered with raindrops.

The umbrella is a green umbrella, just like the dress of the person holding the umbrella. Under the rain, it is like a touch of green clouds, adding a bit of color to the cold rain curtain.

The person holding the umbrella is on the right, and there is another person on the left side. He is wearing a long green robe and his hair is tied behind his back. Two locks of white hair hanging in front of his forehead are swaying lightly in the wind, but he looks young and handsome.

Her eyebrows were like autumn water in a distant mountain, but under the corner of her left eye, there was a tear-like mole as red as blood, dotted on her cold and clear face.

There was still a hot red fire burning in the blacksmith shop. Several burly and strong men were naked from the waist up, covered with heat and sweat. They were hammering the iron over and over again. But suddenly, a few people felt an inexplicable wave coming from outside the door.

The chill made me shiver unexpectedly.

I turned around and saw someone outside the door. I couldn't help but be stunned. Whether it was a girl from a wealthy family, a gorgeous courtesan, or a comely and good-natured girl, there were more or less people in this city.

, I have taken a few glances and met a few, but I have never seen such an extraordinary and heavenly figure outside the door.

For a moment, I was fascinated by it.

"Aren't you going to do business?"

The man's thin lips opened, and his soft voice rolled down like pearls, as if it had fallen on the ground. It was crisp and ringing, and it was actually a male voice.

Several people's faces turned red, as if they were waking up from a dream. The oldest master smiled sheepishly and said: "I wonder what the customer wants to buy?"

"Build me a sword, use these irons!"

Su Qing took out the green umbrella and walked into the blacksmith shop. He put down a baggage in his hand and spread it out, only to see that it was a piece of disassembled iron block. There seemed to be countless traces of numbers on it, as well as "Yuanzong of the Purple Mansion"

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The old master took the iron blocks and only banged them a few times before his eyes lit up. "Guest, your iron is extraordinary!"

When he hammered it down, sparks flew everywhere and the hammer even made a small cut, but the iron block was not damaged at all.

"How long does it take to cast it?"

Su Qing asked.

The old master looked at the pile of strange iron with eager eyes and thought for a while. "I'm not sure about this. This iron is magical. I'm afraid it's not easy to smelt. I still need to give it a try!"

Su Qing pondered for a while, then reached out to a piece of iron and held it in his hand.

He asked casually: "If it melts faster, how long will it take to cast it?"

But as he was talking, the piece of iron quickly turned red in his hands, which only stunned the blacksmiths in the shop. Their hands and feet were cold, and their faces turned pale.

The old master fell to the ground, still well-informed. He suppressed the shock in his heart, wiped away the cold sweat, and hurriedly responded: "If this can be done, half a day, half a day will be enough!"

Su Qing nodded and said softly: "Okay, then I will wait for you for a long time!"

The drizzle is misty.

Axue stood under the eaves, holding the reins tightly and teasing the pony. In the shop, she saw Su Qing melting the iron left behind by the pure Yang iron box with a pair of fleshy palms, and she was even more excited with her inner strength.

The strength of the strange iron, which was originally extremely hard, gradually changed. Perhaps he felt that this method was too slow. The strength in his hand suddenly suddenly dropped sharply and became bone-chilling. When the wind and rain hit him, it actually condensed into a grain.

Ice cubes.

A layer of frost formed on his hand, covering the iron block. When he exerted force with his five fingers, the iron block shattered into slag and cracked with a click.

Under the trembling gazes of a few people in the shop, Su Qing repeated his old trick and crushed all the twenty-six iron blocks into pieces. In this way, the strange iron melted extremely quickly and was greatly reduced in size.

time.

However, it was still much slower than the ordinary iron block. Su Qing didn't waste any time and simply used his own skills to stir up the fire, pointing his palms at the flames to increase the intensity of the fire.

For a moment, the red flames were blazing, and the heat wave hit, which only made people's mouths dry. The master and his apprentices complained inwardly, but when they saw the ingot of gold thrown by Su Qing, they all became excited.

"I wonder if the guest has prepared the drawings of the sword in advance?"

After working for a long time, several blacksmiths drank countless kilograms of water. Seeing that the iron blocks were all melted into molten iron, the master spoke again.

"have!"

Su Qing took out a drawing from his arms. On it, the shape of a sword was about four feet long and as thin as two fingers. The sword body was connected to the hilt, there was no sword grid, and the hilt was covered with texture.

"Hey, I dare to ask my guest, what is embedded in the joint between the hilt and the sword body?" The old master took a look and suddenly saw the thing drawn on the paper, and he couldn't help being surprised.

Su Qing stretched out her hand and took out something from her arms, only to see that it was a round ball, which was crystal clear. There seemed to be turbulence inside. It was divided into two colors, black and white, and it was the yin and yang ball.

This object has the magical effect of grafting and transferring skills, but Su Qing plans to embed it into the sword body. As for the mystery, it will only be known after the sword is completed.

The apprentice on the side has already taken the drawing and is shaping the sword according to the sword shape on it.

Time passed, and one day passed in the blink of an eye. They walked into the city early in the morning. It was already late at night, the rain had not stopped, and pedestrians were rushing to and fro on the street. As the night got darker, there was no one there.

Under the eaves, Axue was holding a roasted chicken, his mouth full of oil. He glanced into the shop from time to time, and saw the masters and apprentices in the blacksmith shop taking turns beating a pitch-black sword embryo. This sword was made in a strange way.

, the yin and yang ball is embedded in the joint between the hilt and the sword, like a phoenix eye, shining with hidden brilliance, so magical.

Looking at the palms of the master and disciples, they all have blood blisters and are covered with large and small bloody mouths, which makes people feel terrified.

"Put your hand over here!"

Su Qing looked at the faces of several people who turned pale in pain and said.

The master and disciples were still surprised, but they still subconsciously stretched out their hands and saw Su Qing's palms far away. They just touched the palms of a few people, and the bloody mouth on them was actually a bloody scab visible to the naked eye, and then quickly fell off,

But within a few breaths, it was already healed.

Several people were stunned, as if they were in a dream.

But I heard words coming from my ears again.

"Forge a sword!"

Only then did they come back to their senses. In panic, they hurriedly picked up the hammer and struck again.

Until the third watch.

Only then did I see the long sword taking shape.

Several people took turns to sharpen and sharpen the edge. After polishing, the sword stood out and revealed its true color. Its color was dark green, the sword was long and narrow, and its green light was as clear as a stream of autumn water, which was chilling to the soul.

"Guest, the sword has been forged!"

The old master, who was over fifty years old, was holding the sword in its scabbard. He looked depressed at this moment, probably because he had spent a lot of effort.

"Thank you!"

Su Qing nodded.

"It's too much trouble, so I'll take my leave now!"

The master waved his hand hurriedly.

"Young Master has an extremely vulgar temperament and is not an ordinary person. The little old man is also lucky enough to have this sword made. Please tell me, my guest, what is the name of this sword?"

Su Qing took the sword, which was surprisingly heavy.

He looked at it, his eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "Wu Ming, farewell!"

After saying that, he turned around, picked up his sword, took Axue and the colt, and disappeared into the deep rainy night.

…

In the middle of this month,

Fancheng was defeated, and the guard general Niu Fu and the partial general Wang Fu both burned themselves to death. Since then, the city has been destroyed, and the whole city was filled with mourners, who were all trampled by the iron hoofs of the Yuan army.

Xiangyang is now isolated and helpless.

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