Painter

Chapter 24: Chapter 24

While looking at the weapons in the shop, Li Chan listened to the words of the blacksmith's apprentice. The mediocrity of the common people favors martial arts, and the craftsmen who can forge weapons are all very popular. The old blacksmith's name is Cheng Lian, who is quite famous in the neighborhood, and he refuses to ask for skills. He also refused to seek medical treatment, so he could not afford the money.

The apprentice blacksmith gave an overview of the situation, and Li Chan glanced at the curtain at the back, and the apprentice blacksmith warned: "When you meet with my master, you should be careful when you speak, and you can prescribe the right medicine after you find out what disease he is suffering from."

Behind the front house of the weapons shop is a small courtyard surrounded by brick walls. A shed is set up in the courtyard, under which are anvils, stoves and other utensils. You can also see scattered slag and charcoal, and the smell of coal and iron is everywhere.It is close to the north wall of Zhenwumen. Looking west from the courtyard, you can see the patrolling soldiers on the top of the city wall not far away, wearing felt armor, carrying horizontal knives and horn bows.

The apprentice blacksmith brought Li Chan to the main house, and shouted through the window: "Master, someone wants to see you!"

Without waiting for a reply from inside, he opened the door for Li Chan and signaled him to go in.

On the elm plank bed, a skinny old man with white beard and hair was half sitting, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, making unpleasant breathing sounds.

Li Chan entered the door alone, the old man opened his eyes a little, opened and closed his lips slightly, and said hoarsely, "Who is it?"

Li Chan thought that the blacksmith was just suffering from hysteria or something, but saw a sword lying beside his bed.This sword is only one and a half feet long, the hilt is wrapped with plum blossom shark skin, and there is almost no handguard. The light from the window shines on the pure black sword which is only an inch wide, giving off a strange blue color.

His eyebrows twitched, he didn't invite himself to sit down, and said: "What a sword."

Cheng Lian stared at Li Chan with a lifeless look like a dead fish, "Do you know Xiangjian?"

"I don't understand it, but the weapons of rough forging and hundred forging can still be distinguished." Li Chan said, "This sword is different."

Cheng Lian held the sword in front of his eyes, wiped the blade with two fingers, and smiled, his withered face became more and more wrinkled, "Go, tell Xu Er, let him stop wasting effort. I'm not asking for death, I'm just living!" It's over."

After speaking, he held the sword, closed his eyes, and let out a low snoring sound from his chest.

Li Chan said: "This sword has a spirit."

Cheng Lian opened his eyes, stared at Li Chan and asked, "What do you mean?"

Li Chan and Cheng Lian looked at each other and said: "There is a sword cultivation method, and the sword is regarded as one's life, and it is sacrificed day and night, just like treating a relative, so that a sword spirit can be born, but this is the method of a practitioner. Swords are not made by sacrifice."

Cheng Lian sneered, "How did that come about?"

Li Chan said: "The art of the left way can also allow ghosts to possess the sword, and control the ghost to control the sword. Some leftists with powerful methods can also rely on this method to control the sword as if they were real cultivators. .”

"There is a way, there is a way." Cheng Lian laughed loudly, and laughed twice, but he didn't catch up. After panting hard for a while, he finally recovered, and waved weakly to Li Chan, "Let's go, Let's go, if I knew how to control the sword, I would have let it drive you out long ago."

Li Chan didn't move: "Why are you in a hurry, there is another way that I didn't say. When someone makes a sword, they put a living person into the furnace, and then use the heresy method to seal the soul. Although this method is unreasonable, but many people in the past Famous craftsmen have used it before, and the Shenjun in King Zhenxi's hand, which is called cutting rivers and waterfalls, didn't come from this way."

Cheng Lian was still panting, but his eyes suddenly became cold and stern. He sneered and said, "How I forge the sword has nothing to do with you, or are you from the official family? Xu Er!" There was no movement outside the door, and Cheng Lian hissed Shout: "Xu Er, Xu Er! You ungrateful things, get out of here!"

The apprentice blacksmith who was waiting nervously in the yard walked into the house anxiously. Cheng Lian half-supported his body, pointed at Li Chan, and gritted his teeth, "Please let him out!"

The apprentice blacksmith looked at Li Chan apologetically, but Li Chan just smiled indifferently, and said to Cheng Lian, "Since it's not a blood sacrifice, then this sword itself is a monster. It's just that it's too rare, and gold and stone are the most difficult to become a monster... ..."

Cheng Lian suddenly put away his anger, remained silent for a while, and scolded his apprentice, "Get out!"

Although the apprentice couldn't figure it out, he saw that there was a turning point and left quickly.Cheng Lian stared at Li Chan questioningly, "Do you really think this sword has a spirit?"

Li Chan stared at the little black sword, "We have to look carefully at the details."

Cheng Lian hesitated for a moment, then threw the sword over, his movements were as if they were discarded, but they were very gentle, as if he was afraid that the sword would be bumped.

Li Chan caught the sword, and Cheng Lian said, "This sword is called Meijianqing."

Li Chan raised his eyes and saw Cheng Lian's snow-white eyebrows. Then, he looked away, and Danqing looked at the little black sword.

Numerous images and sounds flooded in.

In the night, thunder and lightning!

The wind howled, and the banana tree in the house was blown off in the middle.The pouring rain washes over the roof and flows into a waterfall under the eaves!Amidst the sound of the rain, Wen Po and the servant girl were busy and busy. The pregnant woman in the house had been in labor for three full hours and hadn't given birth to a baby yet.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, as if it wants to swallow all living beings in the world.The thunder and lightning that resounded through the sky made the woman's screams in the house seem indistinct.

Outside, Cheng Lian's brows were tightly furrowed, and his mouth was bubbling, when suddenly a sound came from inside the room!

"Born, born!"

"Give birth, mother and child are safe!"

"This child is frighteningly heavy, this... this child!"

Cheng Lian's complexion changed, and he resisted not breaking into the house.When Wen Po and the maid came out, he hurriedly stepped forward to inquire, but Wen Po hesitated to speak, and hurried away as if fleeing.Cheng Lian rushed into the house, only to see his wife lying on the bed with a weak look, and beside her was the newborn baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Cheng Lian picked up his son, feeling the weight was terribly heavy, just at that moment a silent thunderbolt flashed by, the room was bright as day, and Cheng Lian could see the baby's appearance clearly, in an instant, it seemed as if the wind, rain and thunder disappeared, All I could hear was the beating of a heart beating a drum.

What a baby!
What an iron tire!
(End of this chapter)