Chapter 98: Boundless Sword Forging

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

The man who appeared in everyone's sight was not tall, short and stocky, about forty years old.

But when he clapped his hands, everyone saw that he had a pair of big and powerful hands, which were somewhat inconsistent with his short body.

Hao Ren: "Who is this?"

"I am Wuya. I have learned little in my life, but I am good at swordmaking."

Wu Ya spoke modestly, but there was no trace of humility in his tone.

Especially when he spoke the last half of the sentence, he wished the whole mountain could hear it.

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the villagers who came from the underworld changed slightly.

Su Zhizhi pulled Wu Yingniang's sleeve and asked in a low voice:

"Mom, who is Wuya?"

Xue Che also cast a puzzled look.

Wu Yingniang also had a strange look on her face: "He's a well-known swordsmith in the martial arts world, but..."

Although she practiced spearmanship, she had heard of Wu Ya's name before.

It is said that the swords forged by Wu Ya can cut iron like mud and shine like a mirror. They are all good swords worth a lot of money.

But this guy has a problem with his brain!

Many people traveled thousands of miles to find him to forge swords, willing to exchange them for huge sums of gold.

Wu Ya scolded the man and kicked him out, saying that he had actually tarnished his sword-making passion with money that was as worthless as dirt?!

Later, someone went without bringing any money, saying that they wanted Wu Ya to forge a sword with a sincere heart, but was then driven out by Wu Ya.

Wu Ya scolded the man for trying to get something for nothing, not even willing to spend money, and how could he have the nerve to ask him to forge a sword for free?

Later, someone came to ask him to forge a sword, neither with money nor empty-handed, but with treasures. He thought that he would not be driven away this way.

What's the result?

Wu Yafei said that it was a big taboo for people to step over the threshold with their left foot when entering the house, and he drove the person away again.

This time he got furious and turned against Wu Ya and started chasing him.

Wu Ya was good at sword-making, but his martial arts skills were not that great, so he could only flee and disappeared from everyone's sight for a while.

Everyone in the martial arts world who heard about this thought that there was something wrong with Wu Ya.

But now, on the top of the bandit mountain, a short middle-aged man stood among the golden flowers and iron filings and said that he was Wu Ya.

He also offered to help forge the sword.

Everyone was skeptical.

Bai Xun came close to Hao Ren and gave a brief explanation.

Hao Ren understood: "It would be a good thing if Master Wuya could help the village forge swords. We can go to the iron workshop to discuss it in detail later. We need to calculate the ironware we need first."

Wu Ya probably saw the suspicion in everyone's eyes, and said as he walked back to the crowd:

"You'll know later."

After the little episode, the villagers continued to speak enthusiastically.

Old man Qin’s little notebook is filled with notes of the iron tools he wants to make.

After Xue Che asked if he could make a sword, the villagers all wanted weapons.

After all, everyone is practicing martial arts, and when I see the masters have swords, spears, and long spears, I also want to practice with real ones.

Village Chief Hao looked a little worried and embarrassed, but in the end he said like a kind patriarch:

"Since everyone agrees, then I'll trouble the villagers at the iron workshop. However, weapons are dangerous, so they should be stored in the warehouse when not in use and retrieved when needed."

Village Chief Hao looked at Bai Xun.

Bai Xun said that the storage of ironware will be registered and managed by the security team according to the records in the book.

Hao Ren: "Due to the riot in Qianzhong Road, the imperial court has strictly cracked down on civilian weapon manufacturing. This matter should not be made public."

When the villagers saw that Hao Ren agreed, they all cheered.

They no longer believed in the government or the imperial court, nor did they believe in gods or Buddhas.

Heifeishan saved their lives, so they only believe in Heifeishan. They are people of Heifeishan, and only when Heifeishan is good can they be good.

They enjoy these good things by themselves in their own nest!

New Year's Eve has passed.

On the first day of the new year, the blacksmith workshop began to bang and bang.

This used to be Song Yu's small ink-making workshop, with several rooms connected in a row.

After the ink-making workshop moved to the foot of the mountain, this place was temporarily vacant and has now been transformed into a blacksmith workshop.

Everyone said auspicious words amid the sound of blacksmithing and ate candies and preserved fruits made in the kitchen.

When a new large iron pot was installed in the kitchen, the villagers happily went to watch and celebrate, thinking that the food cooked in the iron pot made in their village would be more delicious.

Soon after, the shovels, hoes and other farm tools the villagers wanted were also made.

After making all the tools needed for daily life and production, the workshop began to forge weapons.

There were six or seven blacksmiths in the workshop, four blacksmith apprentices, and one Wu Ya.

The blacksmiths gathered around Wu Ya and watched him forge weapons, and found that this man was really skilled.

The iron blanks he forged were pure and firm, the contours shaped by hammering were smooth, and the quenching time and temperature were also extremely well controlled.

The final polished sword was as silver as frost and snow.

The blacksmiths were all amazed.

Wu Ya himself was also very satisfied and chatted with the blacksmiths:

"We blacksmiths must pursue our goals and produce high-quality products."

Wu Ya is very proud of his ability to forge swords. His hands were born for forging swords.

Others said that he had a mental problem, but Wu Ya himself said that this was called character.

Back then, he accidentally became famous for his sword making skills, and many people came to him to make swords, regardless of whether they brought money or not. They all said:

"I want a peerless sword."

"I want a sword that is as precious as the Jade Blood Sword."

"You helped someone forge a Changhong sword last time. I want a better one."

Wu Ya felt annoyed when he heard this. A sword is a sword. Every one of them is a fine sword forged with his heart and soul. The winner is the man, not the sword.

Every sword he forged was for someone who really needed a sword, not for those who competed for fame and fortune.

He forged swords for the sake of sword-making itself, not for money.

Whether or not to cast it is entirely up to one's own will and is not subject to any regulation.

So he ran to the countryside in Qianzhong, hid his identity and worked as a blacksmith.

One day, a strong man with a bloody head came and took out a copper coin wrapped in rags and asked him if he could make a knife or a sword.

Wu Ya asked him, "What kind of sword do you want?"

The blood on the strong man's forehead flowed into his eyes. He said:

"I don't know anything about swords. I just want a sword that's sharp enough to kill the dog official."

Wu Ya looked at him for a while, took his dirty copper coins, and forged a sword for him.

Later, the strong man became one of the rebel leaders of the Qianzhong riot. He wielded the sword forged by Wu Ya and chopped off the heads of many corrupt officials.

When the government was busy catching rebels, they also wanted to catch Wu Ya, saying that he made weapons for the rebels and participated in treason.

So Wu Ya ran away again. When you are in the world, there is always a time when you have to run away.

Wu Ya ran to the Black Bandit Mountain this time, planning to rest here for three to five years.

I didn’t expect that an iron workshop would be opened in this mountain village.

Moreover, the iron ore in the workshop is of very good quality, with few impurities and high purity.

When Wu Ya asked Xue Che to come and get the sword, many villagers came to see.

Old Man Qin and Elder Zixuan both relied on their age to squeeze to the front row.

"Boy, this is your sword." Wu Ya pointed to a sword on the table.

Xue Che felt his blood boiling, as if the Xue family's battlefield bloodline was finally awakening in his body.

This is his first sword.

The sword was thick and heavy, and his eyebrows and eyes were illuminated in the cold light.

Xue Che looked at Wu Ya solemnly and admiringly: "Thank you, senior!"

Wu Ya smiled: "Why call me senior? We are from the same village, just call me uncle."

Su Zhizhi was even happier than Xue Che, as if she had obtained a precious sword:

"Ah Che, come on, try to chop this bundle of firewood!"

Su Zhizhi pointed at a bundle of firewood at the door.

Xue Che glanced at his master, Elder Zixuan, and saw his master nod to him.

He concentrated his mind and took a deep breath, ready to use the move of "Returning Wind and Blowing Willows".

"ha!"

Clang——

As everyone waited, the sharp sword tip smashed to the ground.

The sword was not swung.

Xue Che held the hilt of the sword, his face red as a tomato, and said awkwardly:

“…It’s too heavy. I can’t swing it.”