The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 120 White Quartz Stone

The fine autumn rain fell on the streets and alleys with icy cold. Pedestrians speeded up one after another, and vendors also set up oilcloths or big umbrellas to block the rain from the sky.

Xiang Yang was dressed in white, holding a paper umbrella, listening to the sound of rain hitting rubble, pacing leisurely in the misty rain, his long hair flying back with the cool wind from the pavement, making him feel calm and melodious.

It has been four days since he defeated Liu Cheng. In the past four days, he has truly realized that the supernatural power of the Wordless Heavenly Book is still beyond his expectations. The Twelve-Road Tan Leg is like three years of solid practice, and the progress is far beyond Thousands of miles a day.

Twelve-way Tan's legs improved greatly, and there was no future trouble, so Xiang Yang put most of his energy on the thirteen postures of flying sand and walking stones, and even transcribed the sword and heart method with his own hands, so as to experience the essence of charm and study it day and night.

It's just a pity that he didn't have a weapon in hand to practice with. Today he came to Uncle Li to retrieve the Qinghong Dagger and Yanling Saber.

When Xiang Yang came to Uncle Li's blacksmith shop, a pretty woman in front of the shop was handing a finely crafted iron pot to an old man. She smiled happily after receiving the money, and it was Uncle Li's wife.

And at the back of the shop, the sound of clanging iron tools was being heard continuously, presumably Uncle Li was forging iron.

"Xiaoxiang, it's you. Your Uncle Li is waiting for you. Old Li, come out quickly, Xiaoxiang is here."

Xiang Yang greeted the woman with a smile, and saw Uncle Li, who was shirtless and wet all over, stepping out, holding an unsheathed long knife and short dagger in his hand, he was very happy when he saw Xiang Yang,

"Xiaoxiang, you are really amazing. I never imagined that the two leaders of the Heifeng Village were all captured and killed by you. You have lived up to your father's expectations, and it is not in vain for me to reshape the Yanling Saber for you."

In the past few days, these news have been rampant. At that time, he only heard that Xiang Yang was fighting fiercely with others, which caused the cracks in the Yanling Saber. Now that he thinks about it, it should be caused by the fight with the bearded man in Heifeng Village.

While speaking, Uncle Li handed the Yanling saber and dagger, as well as their outer sheaths, to Xiang Yang, ignoring the winks from the woman beside him.

Xiang Yang skipped the short dagger and looked at the Yanling Saber first. When he started using it for the first time, he found that the long saber was nearly three catties heavier, but the sides of the saber had recovered to be bright and smooth without any gaps, and it recovered very well.

The blade is much sharper, just rubbing the edge of the blade with your fingers slightly, there is an illusion that the skin is scratched, it can be seen that the sharpness has also been greatly improved.

And the weight of three catties is nothing to him who is both internal and external, and he can quickly adapt to the change of the long knife, and he pours his true inner strength into the blade, making it easier than before.

"Hey, Uncle Li, this blade seems to be made of other materials? Is it star iron powder?"

Xiang Yang flicked the blade with his right hand, listened to the blade chant, and then looked at Uncle Li with doubt and surprise.

Uncle Li shook his head, his dark face was full of regret, and his voice was deep and deep,
"No, star iron powder is very precious. I'm just an ordinary craftsman. How can there be such a good thing? It's just mixed with some ordinary materials to slightly strengthen the toughness of the blade. It's far inferior to star iron powder. You first Make do with it."

Before Uncle Li finished speaking, the woman beside him had already spoken, her tone was very ugly,

"Just talking nonsense, it's the white quartz stone that your master gave you when you left the teacher. It's a good thing with a price but no market. You usually have to hug your baby when you sleep. If it's ordinary, it's nothing ordinary."

When Uncle Li heard the woman's words, he stared angrily, and was about to reprimand him. Xiang Yang stopped him quickly, and looked at Uncle Li gratefully.

"Auntie is also telling the truth. Uncle Li used fine iron to reshape the Yanling Saber for me for free before, and today he took out his treasured quarry to repair the blade for me. If I just gently peeled it off and let me know nothing, wouldn't it be true? Didn't you trap me in injustice?"

While speaking, Xiang Yang took out five ingots of silver and two pieces of gold leaves from his bosom, and put them on the wooden counter of the shop, causing the eyes of the woman beside him to glisten, and they threw themselves into her bosom instantly, looking at Xiang with joy. Central,

"Look, it's still Xiaoxiang's reason. Besides, I'm telling the truth. If you dare to stare at me, go to the guest room tonight and don't climb on my old lady's bed."

Uncle Li watched his daughter-in-law walking towards the back of the shop muttering, knowing that she wanted to release money, he was quite speechless, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

But Xiang Yang didn't care, and carefully put the short dagger and Yanling sword back into the sheath, and looked at them carefully, full of joy.

"Uncle Li, don't blame Auntie, it's human nature, and if I'm in financial difficulties, I won't slap my face swollen to make me fat, you deserve it.

I'm just curious, where is your apprenticeship?It seems that it is not very simple. "

Ordinary craftsmen can make ironware such as swords, kitchen utensils and farm tools, but the quality cannot be guaranteed. Uncle Li not only has excellent casting skills, but also knows star iron powder and owns white quartz. This is not something that ordinary craftsmen can have.

"What kind of inheritance, my family was poor when I was young, and I was sent by my family to the blacksmith shop of Wujia in Qingjiang Mansion as an apprentice. Because of my talent, I paid homage to a craftsman who was good at forging weapons as a master, and also learned some crafts.

At the beginning, I also imagined that one day I would be a full-time weapon-making craftsman, but unfortunately I was not talented enough, so I could only go back to Anyuan and open a blacksmith shop to live by.

I'm not afraid of your jokes, Xiaoxiang, the Yanling knife in your hand is the most perfect masterpiece in my life, and it is also the work I have crafted with the most painstaking efforts, so I don't want to taint it with the smell of copper, but unfortunately your aunt doesn't understand. "

Xiang Yang nodded knowingly. He didn't know about Wu's blacksmith shop, but although he didn't understand Uncle Li's mood, he could understand it to some extent. It was feelings, a kind of extremely important and pure sustenance in his heart.

As for the lack of qualifications, he also has some guesses. I am afraid that it is not that simple to be a full-time weapon maker. At least in terms of hard work, if there is a slight lack of physical endurance, it will be a difficult journey.

In other words, the craftsman who made the weapon should also be a martial artist who knows some internal skills and martial arts, so that he has enough ability. In his eyes, although Uncle Li looks strong and muscular, he is just an ordinary person.

"I understand, Uncle Li, don't worry, I will take good care of the Yanling Saber, and I will not let this saber be ashamed. In the future, I will use it to drink blood."

Uncle Li looked at the solemn Xiang Yang, with an incomparable sharpness like the blade of a Yanling knife all over his body, and smiled with satisfaction. It was precisely because he saw Xiang Yang's extraordinaryness that he finally decided to take out the Baiying stone and blend it with the wild goose. The blade of the Lingdao is finally not a person entrusted with it.

He has been an ordinary blacksmith all his life, and the only thing that has proved that he has stayed at the top of the casting circle is white quartz, which is really a treasure.

Now that he has practiced Baiyingshi into a knife, he has fulfilled his promise. At least he did not disgrace his master's teachings and buried Baiyingshi.

Both of them can feel the expectation in each other's heart. The long knife is sharp and the blade is facing the sky. A good knife should never be hidden deep in the sheath.

Just like King Nie Ren, who sealed the sword for Yan Ying, made Xueyin dusty and turned into a hatchet, how desolate and helpless is that for a magic weapon?

The drizzle was still falling outside, and inside the shop, Xiang Yang said goodbye to Uncle Li, turned around and opened the paper umbrella to leave, his figure gradually disappeared in the drizzle.

(End of this chapter)