The bell rang sharply, and a tall horse galloped under the mountain. Wang Si, who was filled with deep hatred and hatred, slapped the horse's buttocks hard.

At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from the mountain. Wang Si reined in his horse alertly and looked up, only to see the trees falling down one after another. The speed of cutting down trees was actually faster than harvesting rice! The face of a man

The old woodcutter was swinging the woodcutter easily.

The woodcutter's woodcutter attracted Wang Si firmly.

The woodcutter shone with a strange blue light, and chopping down a tree was as easy as chopping off a rice straw. Moreover, every tree with moist branches and leaves immediately turned into a bare dead tree as soon as it was chopped down.

Wang Si was pleasantly surprised. Wasn't he traveling around the world looking for a magic weapon to take revenge? His enemy relied on that big ax that shone with blue light. Without this magic weapon, how could that old guy defeat him?

?If you can find the maker of this hatchet and ask him to forge a sharp blade for you, will you still be afraid of that old guy?

He turned over and dismounted vigorously and greeted the woodcutter: "This uncle..."

The woodcutter was displeased: "Don't call me that, I'm not twenty yet." The wrinkles at the corners of the woodcutter's eyes were as deep as the wrinkles of a steamed bun, and he was actually one year younger than Wang Si?

Surprised, Wang Si apologized quickly and asked the woodcutter about the maker of the hatchet.

"It's a swordsmith who lives here in seclusion. I heard from him that he has lived here for seventy years."

"Then can you please take me to see him?"

The woodcutter looked at the young man in front of him carefully and said: "Looking at you, you are someone that the master would welcome."

Wang Si looked at the brocade robe and jade belt on his body and the leather boots inlaid with silver on his feet, and understood what the woodcutter was thinking.

Under the guidance of the woodcutter, he found the cave where the swordsmith lived. He tied the horse to a stone pillar. The horse was snorting white air from its nostrils and scratching the ground with its hooves, seeming a little uneasy.

The swordsmith came out! To Wang Si's surprise, the swordsmith had lived in the mountains for seventy years, but his hair was black, his skin was moist, and he didn't look old at all.

This wonderful phenomenon convinced Wang Si that the swordsmith must have miraculous powers, so he kowtowed to him devoutly until his forehead bled, and then he burst into tears and said: "My enemy defeated my father with a magic axe.

The old man died in depression. I have had my weapons cut off several times when I took revenge. Please ask the master to forge a weapon for me to avenge this hatred!"

There was no special expression on the swordsmith's face, he just said: "Okay." He took Wang Si into his sword material library and asked him to choose a material to make the sword.

Opening a door of the warehouse, there was a square piece of metal lying inside, with a cold surface and patterns, like colorful clouds and running water. The swordsmith said: "This is iron, which is a good material for making swords."

Wang Si shook his head: "Master, this is not tough enough. My first few weapons were all made of iron, and they were cut by the enemy's ax like onions."

Opening the second warehouse door, a bright light stung Wang Si's eyes. The swordsmith tapped his fingers lightly on the dazzling plate, and the sound was like jade. He said: "This is a fine ingot. It is like casting a sword and cutting iron.

Like peeling mud."

Wang Si touched the cool surface of the board, shook his head and said, "It's not good yet. It's made of the same material as my fourth sword, and my sword has been cut into four pieces."

The one in the third warehouse was Black Iron. Wang Si was still not satisfied: "My fifth sword is Black Iron, and it can't withstand that axe." He had already made up his mind to find the blue woodcutter.

material.

The swordsmith took Wang Si to the fourth warehouse. This warehouse was different from the first three. It was shaped like a large Western clock. The swordsmith opened the bell jar, and Wang Si was shocked by the scene inside. The material was not one piece.

There is nothing lying on the ground, but a rapid stream of blue light, overflowing the entire space. It is more permeable than water and is pervasive. It is more active and flexible than electric light. It flows on the hourglass and between the walls of the clock.

Flying and spinning on the sundial.

"A weapon made of this material will be indestructible and will never fail," the swordsmith introduced.

Wang Si was extremely surprised and praised repeatedly: "It is really a divine thing! Master, what on earth is this?"

"Its name is: Time."

"Ah? Where did you get all this time?"

"From man."

"People? What people?"

"People who waste time in meaningless reincarnation."

"The passage of time is unstoppable, how can the master limit it here?"

"I imprison it with timers such as clocks, hourglasses, and sundials."

"Can a sword forged from time guarantee victory?"

"Think about it, who in this world can escape time? However, I advise you not to waste your life on hatred."

"No, I will do whatever it takes to avenge this!"

"Don't you regret it?"

"If you can defeat that old guy, you will have no regrets in this life!"

"Okay. Tell the truth, it will cost a lot."

"I have plenty of money. I don't care."

"What I want is not money."

Wang Si walked out of the swordsmith's residence holding a broad-mouthed sword with flashing blue light. He suddenly felt tired as never before, his waist and shoulders were sore, and his knees were as clumsy as rust. He bent down and wanted to take a rest.

He took a break, but found that his leather boots were cracked, the uppers were covered with moss, and the silver inlay turned into pieces of black residue. A few strands of long white hair fell to the ground from his half-bald head.

Not far away, a pile of horse bones were scattered beside the stone pillar.

Behind Wang Si, the swordsmith stood at the door, his face radiant, as if he had become a few years younger.

A year later, another young man said to the swordsmith in front of the fourth warehouse: "The old guy used a broad-mouthed sword that was extremely powerful. My father's ax was cut off, causing great damage to his reputation and depression.

He died. I want to ask the master to use 'time' to forge a magic weapon for me so that I can avenge my father!"

"I advise you not to waste your life on hatred."

"No, I will do whatever it takes to avenge this!"

"Don't you regret it?"

"If you can defeat that old guy, you will have no regrets in this life!"

"Okay. To be honest, the price is high." The childlike voice of the swordsmith was very pleasant.

In the mountains, a woodcutter who is getting younger and younger is cutting wood. He has opened a road leading to the swordsmith's residence. He is waiting to lead the way for the next young man. The master promised him that as long as he leads another young man
Chapter completed!