With a clang, the empty wine can fell to the ground and broke into dozens of pieces.
"Storyteller, I have a story that will make you sing to death, watch out."
The storyteller was confused and before he could ask any questions, the blind old man had already walked out of the teahouse holding the broken knife. When he chased after him, he only saw a flash of knife light that pierced the sky and the earth.
He slashed towards the Moon Palace above the nine heavens, and the misty white clouds dispersed, revealing the most magnificent Guanghan Palace in the world.
The blind old man pulled out the broken knife, the blade was mottled, with many cracks and rust. He sprayed the last sip of wine in his mouth on the knife, and flicked it lightly, illuminating the world with a cold light.
"I was born young, and I left the village with a sword. Today I will test the sword in Guanghan Palace."
There was a lingering smell of alcohol on his mouth. He knelt in front of Guanghan Palace with his knees bent, holding the knife high in both hands, lowering his head and speaking in a high voice.
"Mo Yidao, I have been practicing cultivation under the grace of Changchun. I heard that the immortals are interested in all the magical powers in the world. I have a sword and I would like the immortals to see it."
The sound spread over a thousand miles, and countless cultivators cast their eyes in awe. It was incredible that after so many years, there were still people who were so ignorant of the danger that they jumped out to challenge the might of the immortal.
After a long time, a clear and pleasant voice was heard from Guanghan Palace.
"The immortal is in seclusion, please leave."
Mo Yidao did not obey and continued to kneel outside Guanghan Palace. He ignored the gazes of the world and the expulsion of the Moon Palace, and this lasted for ten years.
"Nice knife."
A calm voice came into his ears, and an ordinary Taoist priest appeared in front of Mo Yidao at some point and gently picked up the broken sword he was holding in both hands.
It contains all his life's learning.
The Taoist observed for a while, then swung his sword lightly and the sword flashed for thousands of miles, splitting the sky and the earth.
"A selection of sword techniques. What techniques, magical powers, or elixirs do you want?"
Mo Yidao tried his best to suppress his inner excitement and replied with a trembling voice: "I beg the immortal to grant me a bolt of lightning. I do not seek life, but only death."
After a few breaths, the Taoist slowly replied, "Yes."
The broken knife returned to Mo Yidao's hand. When he looked up again, the sky was covered with thunderclouds. The flickering lightning hit his face, reflecting his excitement and fear.
The knife rises and the thunder falls.
The heaven and earth shook, and there was no light for miles.
Mo Yidao held a broken sword and howled towards the sky. He was struck by lightning and finally turned into a god. However, he died in the blink of an eye after entering the Tao.
The sword master Jue Mo Yida died in thunder at the age of over 600. He had no sect or school, and only left behind a broken sword which fell under the Moon Palace, which became a holy place for sword practitioners.
In Guanghan Palace, the Taoist took a sip of tea.
"Don't use a knife, the knife is dead."
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Zhaodi, Jiushoutang.
Nine heads represent one of nine short and nine long ones. The head of the nine short ones represents the knife.
The knife is not as popular as the sword in the cultivation world, but there are still many people using it. Take the lower-level cultivators such as those who are building the foundation and practicing Qi as an example. Except for the disciples of the famous sword sects, most people's weapons are either knives or guns. As long as they have not left the mortal body, they basically will not use the sword.
The sword is not suitable for pure hand-to-hand combat. In comparison, the knife and the gun have great advantages.
Jiushoutang is a sect that uses swords. It is built on a spiritual vein in a deep mountain forest. The place that was originally full of thorns and trees was flattened by large machinery, and reinforced concrete buildings rose from the ground. In the center is a huge boiler, in which the spiritual fire is rolling, and every 10 seconds it will spew out heat waves of up to thousands of degrees, like the breath of a giant dragon.
In order to make the best use of resources, the Zhao government planned to build several thermal power generating units on the outskirts to supply electricity for this purpose.
Under the spiritual fire, there were knives of various shapes and colors hanging, including long-handled sabers, dragon-carved ring-handled knives, single-edged simple horizontal knives, crescent-shaped cold moon knives, and Buddhist swords.
when!
The crisp sound of hammering resounded through the towering boiler room. The huge black iron hammer fell, and the one-meter-thick alloy floor shook slightly. If an ordinary person stood here and was hit by a hammer, even if it didn't hit him, the vibration would be enough to damage his internal organs, just like the shock wave of an explosion.
The man wielding the black iron hammer was a two-meter-tall burly man with powerful muscles, bronze skin, a square face, and slightly raised eyebrows. From a distance, he looked like a tiger.
His name is Mo Yidao, the head of Zhaodi Jiushutang and the owner of Jiushutang Forging Co., Ltd. He has a registered capital of 100,000 yuan and is currently the only part-time blacksmith.
Because the government has successfully overcome the difficulties of weapon refining in the past year and trained a large number of weapon refiners, the price of spiritual weapons in Jiushou Hall has to be greatly reduced. The weapons forged by his disciples can only be sold through private channels. The government does not accept weapons such as swords.
It is said that the government is now using a 50-ton block of black iron, which is controlled by 10 people together. A person in the Qi training stage can kill a person in the foundation building stage like killing a dog.
Mo Yidao also admired the black iron block very much. It was useless in the Jindan stage, but it was invincible in the foundation-building and Qi-training stage. Not everyone could block a pure flying smash, let alone with a gun.
The government is very good at this kind of collective fighting.
Therefore, Mo Yidao had to work overtime to forge weapons to maintain the food, clothing and daily expenses of the entire sect. Although the low-end and mid-end magic weapons were impacted by industrial production, it had no impact on the magic weapons of the foundation-building period, and the magic weapons of the golden elixir period were even rated as strategic-level weapons.
He could make two foundation-building knives a day, and it was no problem to make five with additional processing. A knife could be sold for 3 million spiritual stones, and a better-quality one could be sold for tens of millions, or even 100 million. But unfortunately, those who could afford 100 million were all from aristocratic families, and they could not afford spiritual stones worth 100 million.
when!
When the last hammer fell, a flash of fire appeared on the ring-handled sword on the forging table, full of spirituality and shining brightly.
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