What did he say? He really heard it. He said that he made the sword. He heard it correctly. It would be such a coincidence. Although he came to this town to find the name of the sword in his hand, he seemed to have no confidence to find the answer.

Bailong looked at the sword in his hand, and the old man Bai looked at him.

"You really made this sword?"

He didn't look up at the old man, and asked this question with his head down. It's not that he didn't believe the old man's words. Bai Long also had some thoughts. He thought that if the sword in his hand was really made by him, then he would not be able to stop him from speaking back. After all, this was a sword he had worked hard to create.

But thinking about it, I came here by chance. I heard that this is a place where skilled craftsmen gathered, so I came to find an answer. I didn’t expect to find it, but now the answer is in front of me. Isn’t it that I searched for without any effort? God’s will, even if the sword is taken back, why should I stop it? It’s worth knowing the name of the sword.

The answer is right in front of you. It is when you touch it. Maybe the name of the sword is the key to regaining your memory.

Old Man Bai's vicissitudes of life were filled with answers and what Bai Long wanted to ask.

"I won't want your sword back. Although it was made by me, I can't take away what I love. Young man, I'm just old. Don't be too careful when I talk to you."

When Bai Long heard Old Man Bai say this, he raised his head. Although he had no expression on his face, he was very happy and surprised that the old man could penetrate his inner thoughts.

"Old man, how do you know what I think in my heart?"

Old Man Bai stroked his beard and his wrinkles were squeezed together.

"Haha. I started casting iron tools with adults when I was six years old. It has been sixty years since then, from all over the country, from famous heroes to gangsters in the world. I have never seen any kind of people I love for weapons at a glance."

"It's really not easy for the old man to have such energy. If that's true, I believe you made this sword."

Old Man Bai lit the tobacco pipe again, took a sip, the wrinkles on his face suddenly sootheed, and he vomited a cigarette ring. Bai Long saw him like this, suddenly remembered the fist bones. This old man loved cigarettes, and fist bones loved wine. If these two things were gone, these two people would be gone.

The old man smoked and became energetic. The light of the years flowed through his eyes was revealed. He wanted to tell stories. The Bailong had seen this kind of look before, probably when an old man told him a story.

"The sword in your hand is called Zhibai Sword. It is the last sword I forged in my career in casting weapons. It can be said that I have devoted all my life skills and hard work. Although I don't know how you got it, since the sword is in your hands, I must be destined to be a destined person."

The old man began to tell the story of this sword. Bai Long listened very carefully. The answer he wanted and his memory might be here.

Twenty years ago, it was also this rainy season. It rained a lot.

One day, a middle-aged man suddenly came here to find me and asked me to help him shoot a sword. I was over 60 years old and had already decided not to cast weapons anymore, but the man told me that he got a piece of meteorite from the desert and took it to me. When I saw that it was indeed a metal ore that had never existed in the world. As a blacksmith, I really couldn't refuse that kind of self-instinct. I wanted to challenge it.

If I knew what happened later, I would not have helped Bai Ruowen to refine the sword.

Bai Ruowen?

The name suddenly flashed into Bailong's head, and his head hurt a little again, but Bailong did not interrupt the old man's story. He continued to listen to him. The woman who led Bailong here just now made some tea and served it up. She stood quietly beside her, without saying a word, Bailong even suspected that she was a mute.

The story of the old man continues.

At that time, I asked him what kind of sword he wanted? He didn't say anything, just told me that he had picked up a baby boy, who was saved by him, and didn't say anything else, just told me that the baby boy would inevitably be alone in the future, hoping to cast a sword for him, which would be considered a companion. For this reason, he even took out the piece of meteorite found from the desert.

So I agreed to him that I would come to practice this sword in person. I spent my whole life to draw drawings, find materials, go up to the Yuntian Mountain to collect charcoal, and use the trend of the Yellow River to practice this sword. It took me half a year to go. In this half a year, I was obsessed with the mind and only wanted to practice the unique sword in the world. I actually thought of using human blood to practice the sword and sacrifice the sword. After half a year, I finally practiced this sword. It may be that the meteorite outside the sky was indeed a good thing, or it may be that my skill reached the pinnacle of casting weapons. The sword in your hand is soft and steel, hard and soft, and it echoed each other. There is even a terrifying light of the universe on the sword, which is a peerless sword.

I was ecstatic and wanted to tell Bai Ruowen the good news as soon as possible, but when I walked out of the sword training valley and returned home, I found that Bai Ruowen and my daughter were doing such a miserable thing. I couldn't stand it. I spent the past six months practicing sword for him, but he was confused with my daughter.

Old Man Bai said here, as if he was angry, his beard trembling violently.

I don't care whether they really love each other or not, I picked up the newly refined sword and slashed at Bai Ruowen. He didn't hide. I was determined to kill him, but just when the sword in my hand immediately cut him, the sword actually released a powerful force that prevented me from chopping down. I have made millions of swords in my life. The first time I encountered such a situation, the sword actually chose to kill the person I wanted to kill.

Bailong felt incredible when he heard this. He glanced at the sword in his hand. Could it be that this sword is so spiritual?

Since it means sword, Bai Ruowen should not be defeated. I saw that he and my daughter were in love with each other sincerely, and my daughter also had his flesh and blood. Siyun repeatedly agreed to the marriage. Bai Ruowen promised me to go back and prepare the betrothal gift, saying that when he came to the matchmaker to marry, he would come to get the sword back.

The sword stayed here with me. I pity my daughter, who wiped the sword every day. I knew she was not wiping the sword. It was obvious that she was watching the sword and remembered her lover.

Later one day, the Taoist priest of Yanyun Taoist Temple in the town fell in love with my daughter and came to propose marriage. I knew that my daughter was pretending to be Bai Ruowen in her heart, so she did not agree. Unexpectedly, they came to snatch people in the middle of the night and kidnapped my daughter. When I caught up, my daughter was already dying. Before I died, I asked me to hand the sword to his husband.

It was the day after my daughter died that Bai Ruowen came. After learning about the news of my daughter's death, he cried for three days, but he didn't ask the Yanyun Taoist Temple to avenge him. I guess the reason was that the damn Yanyu Tower had settled in this small town.

Before leaving, he asked me the name of the sword.

My daughter is Bai'er, and I hope he can remember the love between my daughter and him.

So he told him that the sword's name was Zhibai.

In order to refine this sword, I killed many people and the sins were so great that I lived in seclusion in the downtown area to rescue those who were bullied by Yanyulou, so as to repay my sins.

Old Man Bai said this, two turbid tears flowed down from his eyes, and pointed at the girl and told Bai Long that this girl was the child of her daughter and Bai Ruowen.

Bailong looked at the sword in his hand, and could not have imagined that there was such a miserable love story hidden on the sword. It turned out that this Zhibai sword also had feelings.

"Child, can you tell me how you got this sword?"

"Sorry, old man, I was traumatized and lost my memory some time ago. I came here to find an answer. If I can remember it in the future, I will come to tell you."

Old man Bai waved his hand and said,

"No need, I am old and can't live for a long time. The past has no meaning to me. I don't want to know anymore. Since I am a destined person, I will give this sword to you. I hope you can use this sword to be righteous and to practice swords for me. I'm here to ask me."

Bai Long heard the old man say this and suddenly held his sword and said.

"Young people must remember it."

"That's good, that's good, it's not in vain for me to refine this sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people broke into the yard.

"Stinky old man, you have repeatedly ruined my good things. Today is your immortal death."

A stern murderous aura suddenly filled the small yard.

To be precise, it came from afar. The white dragon could feel it was an arrow, a cold arrow, shot from behind the group of people.

(End of this chapter)
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