Chapter 383: Swords Are Coming Out All Over the City

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

A burly man was forging a sword. The hammer in his hand struck the red sword, making a sound of metal clashing.

A one-armed old man sat on a rattan chair, holding a large cattail leaf fan in his left hand. He seemed to be fanning himself leisurely, but his brows were furrowed and he seemed not to be in a very good mood.

He stood up and patted the burly man on the back of his head, which ended up making his hands sweaty. He tried to wipe them off on the man's cloth clothes in disgust, but found that his cloth clothes were also soaked.

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

He frowned and said impatiently: "From the sound I can tell you're knocking the wrong way!"

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

"Useless thing, watch carefully. I'll demonstrate it to you one last time." The one-armed old man took the hammer and began to teach the strong man.

A skinny old man with gray hair picked up the hammer and danced with it vigorously.

This is not really a strange thing in Sword Forging City.

Suddenly, the one-armed old man stopped moving.

Because the cry of "Where is the swordsman from Xizhou" spread throughout the city and also reached his ears.

His frown relaxed instantly.

The sturdy man looked at this scene and couldn't help but clenched his fists. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

The old man glanced at him and said unhappily, "Useless thing, just say whatever you want to say."

"Master..." the strong man began.

The one-armed old man immediately glared at him and said, "How many times have I told you that you are just an apprentice and I am not your master! If you have anything to say, come on."

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

The one-armed old man snorted, which was considered as not denying it.

The sturdy man looked at him and continued, "Are you...are you leaving?"

The one-armed old man did not respond, but raised his left hand and reached into the house.

One of the legs of the table in the room broke open, and a very thin sword fell into his left hand.

In this situation, there is no need for him to say more.

The strong man watched all this and asked in a trembling voice, "What is this voice calling you to do?"

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

The sturdy man looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

The one-armed old man said unhappily, "You useless thing, are you trying to ask me if there is any danger, or if anyone will die?"

The sturdy man swallowed his saliva and nodded stupidly.

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

"Then could you please not..." Before the sturdy man could finish his words, he was hit on the head by the scabbard.

"Shut up! Stop making so much noise!" said the one-armed old man.

He looked at the sturdy man, impatiently took out a wooden sign from his arms and threw it on the table .

"You fool, aren't you envious of those sword cultivators who fly with swords? After I leave, take this sign and go to the foot of Wanjian Mountain, and someone will pick you up there."

After saying this, his figure disappeared.

Only one sentence was left in the empty blacksmith shop.

"I allow you to call yourself my disciple, Chu Beihan, for once!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of swords resounded throughout the world.

The one-armed old man draws his sword!

Inside the blacksmith shop, only the strong man was left kneeling on the ground. The big man, who was nearly two meters tall, was sobbing and crying.

…

There is a small courtyard in the east of Sword Forging City.

An old man wearing a white gown, with neatly combed hair and one blind eye knocked on the wooden door.

His left hand was behind his back, holding a bunch of wild flowers picked from the roadside.

The wooden door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a graceful demeanor stood in the room.

She glanced at the old man who was wearing a white shirt and trying to show a hint of elegance, but whose one eye ruined his overall temperament. She rolled her eyes and said, "Don't hide your flowers. You always do the same thing. I'm getting tired of you."

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

The woman took the flowers, raised her arms to fan them slightly, put her nose close to them and sniffed them lightly, with a slight smile on her face.

She is not good-looking, but she has a good temperament, and most importantly, she is kind-hearted.

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

The woman was slightly stunned and almost dropped the flowers in her hand.

"Where are you going?" she asked indifferently.

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

The woman looked at him, and for some reason she became angry. She threw the flowers at him and said, "I knew it! I knew all men are like this! They keep saying they like you, but they're full of bullshit! Although I'm old, can't I be reserved for a while? I don't mind you being old! I don't mind you being blind!"

The one-eyed old man smiled awkwardly and said, "I've told you so many times that I'm not old. I just traveled around the world when I was young, and when I was helping the people to get rid of evil, some of my life span was sucked away by the villains. I'm only a few years older than you, why don't you believe me?"

As he spoke, he squatted down and began to pick up the wild flowers scattered on the ground.

Although he has only one eye and has white hair, he is also gentle in his own way.

After picking up all the flowers, he reached out again 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 coming back?"

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

The woman glared at him and said fiercely, "Just try not to come back!"

The one-eyed man grabbed her wrist, which was hitting him, and stared into her eyes.

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

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

He looked down at the white gown he was wearing, which he had worn specifically to please her.

It’s a pity...he really lacks some scholarly spirit.

I will never be bookish in this life.

At this moment, a voice came from the sky, "Where is the swordsman from Xizhou?" The woman was startled by the sudden voice.

The man looked at her with a gentle look in his eyes, and said, "When it comes to being elegant and graceful, have we sword cultivators ever been inferior to scholars?"

"Just watch it for me!"

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

With the sword in hand, his whole temperament changed.

With a "swish", the sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the sound of the sword resounded through heaven and earth!

The man rode the sword in the wind, flying happily and unrestrainedly towards the outside of the Sword-Forging City.

Above the sky, only his clear laughter and that voice could be heard:

"Wait till I get home!"

…

In an alley in Sword Forging City, a little girl with pigtails looked at a vendor 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 white-haired, hunchbacked old man, swallowed again, and nodded vigorously.

The hunchbacked old man smiled gently and said, "Then Yaya, go back to the house and help Grandpa grind the ink. Grandpa will go out for a while and buy it for you when he comes back, okay?"

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

After the old man squatted down, the little girl gave him a kiss and grabbed his goatee.

After the prank was successful, he ran into the house.

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

He picked up this little girl, and he really couldn't understand how such a lovely girl's parents could bear to abandon her.

He stood outside the door, looking towards the outside of the city, waiting for a sound.

Soon, he heard the voice of "Where is the swordsman from Xizhou?"

The hunchbacked old man nodded with satisfaction to show his approval.

He glanced into the house, his eyes soft and full of pity.

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

Holding a long sword, he walked to the wooden door and cast a sword seal on it.

With this sword seal, even if he can't come back, people from the two major sword sects will find this place 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:

"Her name is Yaya, she is four and a half years old and loves to eat candied haws."

He was afraid that you wouldn't be able to come back and fulfill the promise you made to Yaya.

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

His precious granddaughter is in the city, so all the scum outside the city...

——Sure to be killed!!!

…

Ye Sui'an's cry of "Where is the sword cultivator from Xizhou" echoed throughout the Sword-Forging City.

No one spoke in response.

There was only one sword sound, ten sword sounds, a hundred sword sounds, countless sword sounds.

This place where sword cultivators can retire...

——The whole city draws its swords!

No need to answer with words. Since I am a sword practitioner, I will answer with my sword!