sword sentient beings

Chapter 156 The Swordsmith Arrives

The young and handsome swordsmith followed the young man to the foot of the mountain with two attendants, a man and a woman. There was already a young man waiting on the road at the foot of the mountain, and respectfully said: "Your honor, please go up the mountain."

The swordsmith raised his head slightly, flicked his sleeves and said, "I go up the mountain? No one picks me up, how can I go up the mountain?"

Just as he was talking, he saw light shining on the mountain.

The light rises from the top of the mountain, all the way down, getting closer and brighter.

That is the most dazzling light in the world, the golden light!

I saw a road paved with gold spreading down from the mountain, like a meandering golden river, flowing all the way to the feet of the swordsmith.

The golden road is undulating, forming a series of steps, and the last step stops precisely in front of the swordsmith's feet.Each step is made up of small gold ingots.

Gold paves the way, what kind of pomp is this?Even the emperor and his elders may not have enjoyed it.

I heard someone shouting on the mountain: "Young master is here. Tell Ai to wait!" But a person flew up the golden steps and seemed to run down, and he bowed his hands in salute from a long distance away.

The swordsmith looked at the person carefully, he saw that this person was tall and thin, with a haggard appearance, and seemed to have no energy.The clothes on his body were extremely luxurious, the brocades were brilliant, gold beads were dropped, and the hat was trimmed with gold. The light of gold reflected on his face, making his complexion yellow and his complexion even worse.

Ai Xin also looked at the swordsmith whom he had invited with a lot of money, and saw that the swordsmith was very young, he looked less than twenty years old, handsome with a bit of arrogance, his eyes were full of brilliance, and his spirit was high. Can't help but nod secretly.Except for being too young, he is basically the image of the mysterious and noble sword-making master in his imagination.

The young man casually returned the gift, looked at Ai Xin, and suddenly said: "You have such a bad face. You can still persist until now."

Ai Xin seemed to be punched in the face by someone, his teeth were rattling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost about to have an attack, but he thought of the identity of this person, held back abruptly, and said with a dry smile: "That's why I invite you You come to solve your problems."

The young master said lightly: "Whether you can solve the problem or not depends on your situation." He paused and said, "There is still sincerity."

Ai Xin hurriedly said: "Be sincere, be sincere. I have already prepared it for you."

Although his face was sincere, the blood in his eyes did not retreat in the slightest, as if a layer of blood had been applied, his hands in the sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and his nails were sunk into the flesh.

The young man didn't look at him, and walked all the way up.

When we got to the mountain, we saw the golden light shining in front of our eyes, and a golden cottage was built on the mountain.

Looking carefully, the cottage is not completely pure gold, but every wall and every tile is full of mottled golden scars. From a distance, it looks like a golden light, rich and noble, but it looks ugly and weird when you look up close. It's like a good house has buckets of gold paint thrown over it.

When the young master saw it, he turned around and said, "Is this also specially built for me?"

Ai Xin was at a loss for words for a while, the young man shook his head and said, "It's so out of control, yet..."

Ai Xin was suddenly furious and shouted, "Shut up!"

With a sound of swiping, a long golden sword was unsheathed. Ai Xin pointed at the young man, and hissed, "I invited you with a lot of money, and I didn't ask you to say something to me! Even if you are cast Sword master, I am also a swordsman! Give me...heal me...otherwise I..."

The young master didn't care about the long sword, and said slowly: "Otherwise, you can withdraw the sword, what else can you do? Why, wait for the sword of transformation? I'm afraid you don't have that ability." He pushed it casually with his bare hands Ai Xin shrank back the sword blade, and the young master continued: "You also know how difficult it is to find me. If you hadn't stopped by with Zhongchun Talisman, would you have seen me? If you miss this opportunity, you can say goodbye to the sword." .”

After that, he flicked his sleeves and walked all the way in.Ai Xin shivered slightly on the spot, and finally caught up with her out of breath.For such a big swordsman, walking a few steps is like a big fat man without exercise, panting like a cow.

In Dazhai, there is not a single living person, only a golden statue, in different shapes, most of them have strange postures, and their expressions are even more unsettling.Anyone who sees the expressions of those golden statues will feel a sense of terror.

The young master paused slightly and asked, "Are there any living people in the cottage?"

Ai Xin said: "They all ran away. I also want to keep one to serve me, but unfortunately they are too scared." He glanced at the young man, and it took a lot of effort to swallow a sentence:
"If you can't help me, these people are your fate."

After a lot of effort, the two found a room that was not polluted by gold and sat opposite each other.

The young master reached out and said, "Show me your sword."

Ai Xin's expression changed, the long sword was in his hand, and he was about to turn the hilt to the opponent, but he refused to let go, and finally said: "Tell me first, can you fix it?"

The boy stretched out his hand, grabbed the golden blade, and said, "If you don't show me, how would I know?"

He always speaks without doubt, and does not hesitate in his actions. This kind of superior posture really makes Ai Xin dare not act rashly.

As soon as he grasped the blade, the blade immediately released golden light, flowing out sticky golden water, which was about to spread to the young man's hand, and the young man's hand was covered with a layer of white-gold aura, like an armor, repelling the golden light outside the door.

Ai Xin was both disappointed and secretly happy when he saw it. The disappointment was that he didn't teach this arrogant boy a lesson, and the secret joy was that this young man had something in his hand. He really deserved to be one of the world's seven great swordsmiths, a famous swordsmith .

Holding the blade of the sword in his hand, the young master said: "Let me see the sword elephant."

Ai Xin didn't say a word, but with a slight shake, a golden light flashed on the blade of the sword, and a gold ingot popped out.

The gold ingot is shining brightly, regardless of its shape, color, and quality, it is the most favorite appearance of the world. After jumping out, it bounces up and down in the air, very lively, as if the ingot has become a spirit.

Suddenly, the gold ingot paused in the air, and a crack appeared on the golden surface.

Almost at the same time, the "click" sound of the ingot cracking could be heard.

Seeing that the crack was getting bigger and bigger, Ai Xin hurriedly took the Yuanbao back.

From the arrival of the sword elephant to its withdrawal, it only lasted three short breaths.

This is a step backward from before, and Ai Xin just feels very frustrated. She turns her head and stares at the young man, seeing that he seems to be pouted, thinking that if this young man makes another sarcasm, she will try to offend him and give him such a handsome face. Come up and punch.

Unexpectedly, the swordsmith looked at it, turned his head calmly, and said to the two male and female followers behind him: "Go out first and close the door." Then he looked at Ai Xin and said, "Is it safe outside? My people go out Stay a while, and don't get them stained with all that golden trash you've made."

Ai Xin tried to calm down, and said: "No problem... I can hold on for a while, and I will freeze the overflowing gold water. You can go out at ease. If your master can cure me, all the gold outside will reward you .”

Those two people had no intention of thanking them, they just bowed to the swordsmith and withdrew by themselves.In this way, in such a large cottage, there are two attendants and a young man left outside the room, and a calm swordsmith and a half-crazy swordsman left in the room.

It was almost evening at this time, the setting sun shone in from outside, and the afterglow reflected on the face of the young swordsmith. He heard him say indifferently: "Since you came to me, you must know your state. It's nothing to put it bluntly. A sword is not like a swordsman." It is always harmonious. The sword intent is born with the sword, and the sword elephant is born because of the swordsman, but it is also affected by the sword intent. Therefore, the state of the sword elephant mostly shows the relationship between the sword and the swordsman. Some sword elephants are alive and well, and some Some sword elephants are so-so, and some sword elephants are on the verge of breaking. But once the sword elephant breaks, your fate with the sword will be over."

The so-called fate is exhausted, basically there are several results, either the swordsman takes the initiative to withdraw the sword, can retain part of the sword essence, or even inherit some swordsmanship, the strength is between the uninitiated and the swordsman, but can no longer advance an inch, and the sword loses the sword image , Find another swordsman.Either the sword elephant breaks, and both sides suffer backlash, the swordsman is seriously injured, the sword body is mostly damaged, and the two sides have nothing to do with each other.The most tragic thing is that both parties perish together and become power swords.

Of course Ai Xin knew that the consequences would be serious.He asked many people on Baixiong Mountain, not only failed to solve the problem, but also made his plight known to everyone.Baixiong Mountain is a place where the weak prey on the strong, so he lost his timidity, so naturally he couldn't gain a foothold, so he had to go all in and run to Jiming Mountain.He asked the swordsmith to help him repair it through various connections, and the gift he had prepared had already cost him all his wealth. If he couldn't succeed, everyone might as well break up and die together.

The swordsmith was still unhurried, and said: "If you want to get back on track, you have to change the person or the sword. But although the sword has spirituality, it is dead in nature and cannot be easily changed. It is more convenient to change the person."

Ai Xin gritted her teeth and said, "I...I can't change it."

The swordsmith said: "How do you know you can't change it if you haven't tried it..."

Ai Xin was furious again, slapped the table and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense! How do you know I haven't changed? How much did I try, how much did I change, and how much did I pay? How do you know?"

The swordsmith said: "It looks like you have worked hard. What is your sword intent?"

Ai Xin froze for a moment, staring at the young man in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes, apparently considering whether the other party was simply asking stupidly or maliciously probing.

You must know that all information about a swordsman's sword should be kept secret, but although the sword elephant is kept secret, it will inevitably be exposed when fighting, and it is not particularly confidential, and others will know it if they know it.But sword intent is the root of a sword, and it must not be easily told to others.There is too much information that can be deduced from the sword intent, and it may be a matter of life and death.Ai Xin has stayed in Baixiong Mountain for a long time, and she definitely knows the truth that if you don't keep secrets, you will lose your identity, and he is extremely vigilant.If someone suddenly asked this question on the mountain, he would definitely strike at him with a sword.

This swordsmith comes from a wealthy family, so he certainly doesn't understand the rules. Could it be that he deliberately tried...

He heard the swordsmith supporting the edge of the sword, and said lightly: "Is it joy?"

(End of this chapter)