Fox Demon: Start with Tushan Fox Demon’s childhood sweetheart

The sword casting process that normal people need at least ten days to complete can be completed in one day in Lin Yan's hands.

For Lin Yan, the most time-consuming operations such as polishing and forging are only for a moment, and refining is actually troublesome.If the iron block had already been refined, he was confident that he could cast the sword within a day.

Even if it is still incomparable with the works of those professional craftsmen for one or two years, there is no problem in casting a sword of high quality.

Today Lin Yan has to fight 21 swords, one more than yesterday.

And this first sword was made by Lin Yan for himself.

With a powerful sword intent, he had to create a new sword for himself to match his level of swordsmanship.

"Boom...boom!"

With two forging strokes understatement, the fine iron that ordinary people need to hammer thousands of times has already been punched out by Lin Yan with water-like dark lines.

Of course, the process of forging the sword blank and sword spine was effortless for Lin Yan, but quenching took a little time.

During the waiting time, several of his colleagues had already arrived at their workstations.

In the past, colleagues would start their busy day without stopping, but today they discussed what they had seen not long ago.

"Tsk tsk... Lao Li's daughter died last night..."

The two blacksmiths chatted.

"Old Litou? The one selling candied haws skewers in Xishan Town?"

"Ah."

"How did you die?"

"It wasn't that Daoist Qian of Hunyuan Temple who killed him."

Hearing the movements of 'Daoye Qian' again, Lin Yan couldn't help paying attention while beating the iron, listening to the dialogue between the two quietly.

"Qian Daoye? The new patron of Hunyuan Temple?"

"Yeah. He went to drink at the restaurant in the town last night. Old Li Tou just closed his stall and went to the south side. When the Daoist ran into Lao Litou and his daughter, he became malicious. His daughter refused to obey, Qian Daoye Get angry and kill her with a sword."

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

"How could it be? I also heard from Old Li's nephew this morning. He is my childhood friend, and he is very honest."

"Tsk! Daoist Qian is really so lawless that no one cares about killing people?"

"What do you do? He was advised by Han Yujian and Shi's family, and with a random sword strike, he knocked down that master brother of Hunyuan Temple, bleeding all over the ground! Daoist priests dare to do it, but ordinary people don't want to Just kill it?"

"Hanyu Jianshi's family?! Everyone in this Dao League has something to do with him?"

The tall blacksmith sighed:

"Tsk tsk... This Taoist master has a really big temper, can Taoist Xu not deal with him?"

"That's not true! Even if he doesn't go to the Taoist Temple every day, and just runs outside, Daoist Xu dare not say a word of no, unless they don't want to hang out in the Taoist League at the Hunyuan Temple."

"Isn't he just rich? Is there really such a big crowd in Daomeng?"

"Oh. The Dao League is full of cultivators. Where do you usually get the money? Apart from killing monsters to collect money from the common people, isn't it just relying on the support of these local rich men? Indeed, his family is the same as the Shi family in the Dao League. It can’t be compared, but Daoist Xu really can only obey him in the Daomeng.”

The blacksmith who was talking coughed a few times, and looked trembling, as if he was worried about whether anyone around him could hear him talking. After a long time seeing no one around, he got up and took a sip of hot tea and said:

"It's okay for Daoist Qian to kill the daughters of other Daoist masters before. His father forbade him to go to Tianxian Yuan, so he sent him to such a poor place to quiet down."

"If you have a daughter by your side, you should be more careful!"

"If this kind of tyrannical Daoist kills the children of ordinary people like us, what do we have to use to argue with him, to fight with him... It's like God's punishment, you can't even get angry, you can only admit that you are unlucky."

After the booing, the conversation gradually decreased, and everyone had a sad look on their faces.

Whether he was listening to their conversation or not, Lin Yan's work was going on at the same pace.

Lin Yan clamped the sword body into the furnace to quench it. After the sword body was burnt red, Lin Yan clamped the sword into the water with pliers, and went back and forth for several rounds.

After bursts of white air surged, the steel became harder and harder.

Half an hour passed, Lin Yan raised the tempered sword.

It is about three feet two inches long and weighs nearly eight catties.

This weight of eight catties, for a martial arts practitioner, it is impossible for a martial arts practitioner to slash and chop fifty times in a row, but Lin Yan feels as light as a rattan in his hand.

'Do you think you are unlucky...'

"Candied gourd skewers...Southern Foot...Xishan Town...Hanyu Jianshi Family..."

The information in just a few words flashed in Lin Yan's mind. He felt the environment he was in, and there were many connections between what happened last night and the original plot he had read.

These tragedies did not arouse much pity in him. From the day Mr. Qian came to this dilapidated village, Lin Yan had already expected such a result.

Listening to these dialogues of the blacksmiths, Lin Yan felt that there were some problems that were difficult to solve with the development.

Although as I expected, I hurt Mr. Qian and solved a problem smoothly,

But sure enough.According to this man's virtue, he will definitely not let this area be peaceful for too long.

Lin Yan put down the iron block he was ordering, pressed his sword from the forging platform, and began to polish it one by one.

Whenever the sound of the stone rubbing against his sword came, a slight sense of uneasiness hit his chest.

Lin Yan seemed to have a premonition that he would not be able to stay in this area for long.

Although there are no monsters in this area, and the past seven years have been smooth sailing for me, but since the person surnamed Qian moved here, his premonition began to grow, and it became stronger and stronger.

The sword has been sharpened.

In the past, when casting swords, Lin Yan would inlay red copper, gold, silver and other materials on the sword to make the sword shine brilliantly, but for his own sword, he didn't want to inlay anything.

A well-sharpened sword can shine brightly in the sun, and that's enough.

Lin Yan tied the sword around his waist, and his colleagues also started their own busy work, but no one paid any attention to him.

On this day, Lin Yan did not have any communication with his colleagues. He quickly finished the order in hand and returned home quickly.

Chapter 16

Lin Yan finished work early, and when he got home, before he opened the door, there was still that scent of herbs.

After several years of training, Tushan Qingye has been able to make the taste of medicinal food very delicious, and she is familiar with what spices can be used to cover up the taste of herbs.

It is precisely because of this that as long as he smells this smell, Lin Yan knows that Tushan Qingye must be at home now, passing firewood into the stove.

It's a reassuring smell.

"Qingye, I want to tell you one thing, and I hope you agree. During this period of time, there is no need to prepare medicinal meals at home in advance. As long as I go out, you can go with me."

Having dinner side by side, Lin Yan said to Aoba.

"Accompany you to the blacksmith shop, and then go home together?"

"Correct."

"Hey...but if you go home and make it like this, it must be very late, right?"

"It doesn't matter, you can add the base material in advance, and then you sleep well, and I will do the rest."

Tu Shanqingye looked at Lin Yan, nodded after a little consideration.

Although she didn't understand Lin Yan's intentions, she noticed that Lin Yan's eating speed slowed down today, as if something was on his mind.

Late at night.

It was time to turn off the kerosene lamp and go to sleep.

"I'm going to wash up, Lin Yan, go to bed too~"

"Wait, I'll go with you."

"Ah."

If Lin Yan and Tushan Qingye need water, they need to fetch water from a nearby stream.

Lin Yan used to run here a lot when mining those iron sands.

One person and one demon walked to the creek with two small wooden barrels in this way. After fetching water, they sat on the rocky beach and put their feet in the cool water of the stream.

It's dog days now, and there are four distinct seasons in the Tushan area, and the high temperature can only be relieved by the stream.

The evening wind from the mountains was blowing, and the surroundings were silent, except for the occasional rustling of summer cicadas.

But the rustling seemed to grow louder, and louder, until it was another sound altogether.

It's footsteps.

There were more than one person walking through the reeds on the opposite bank, and they were responsible for the rustling.

Lin Yan and Tu Shan Qingye have lived in this area for seven years, and they have almost never seen anyone outside their house. Occasionally, some playful children would break into this place by mistake during the day, and would return soon in the evening.

It was too weird to come to such a place where humans and demons were separated in the middle of the night.

Then, the voices of two men came from the dense forest across the stream.

"It's really unlucky, I ran into that broom star! It made me have to travel a long way to bury someone here!"

"Brother Qian... we really can't afford to offend 'Jade Faced Lord'..."

"Nonsense! I don't need you to tell me! If he bumps into him and casually tells Daomeng, will my father give me a tael of silver?"

Lin Yan put on his rattan shoes, squatted down and looked across the stream for a while, frowning slightly.

'Is the one surnamed Qian and the elder brother? '

The jewels on the robe can be seen clearly at night.Beside him, the white bandages around the man's chest in the Taoist robe are very eye-catching.

Even if you don't recognize the appearance, Lin Yan doesn't have to think about who it is just by the voice.

The two of them carried a black bag and walked here step by step.

Tu Shanqingye also quickly noticed the strangeness, imitating Lin Yan's appearance and not making any sound.

At this time, Mr. Qian and the elder brother suddenly stood still, untied the black bag, and dragged out a long-haired woman with blood on her face.

At this moment, the rustling stopped abruptly.

Instead, there was the sound of the shovel hitting the woman's face and breaking the soil.

"Boom! Boom! Puchi!"