Sword Casting (Folk Tales)

Qionglong Mountain is a good mountain, with ancient trees towering in the sky, thick shade, clear mountain springs, flying waterfalls like practice, wild beasts, and fewer people at home.

The sword hero hit this place and thought that the Dome Mountain was a good place to forge swords. He built huts in the mountains, started stoves, and lived down.

Jian Xiong's greatest wish in this life is to forge a sword like a hero in the combined attack of the heavens, a sword that has been passed down from generation to generation. For this wish, Jian Xiong has visited the famous sword casting masters in the Central Plains, traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and finally settled on the Qionglong Mountain. He had decided that the Dome of the Rock would be his homecoming, and of course, the glorious stroke of his life would be written here.

Jianxiong is very famous in the world of sword casting, and there are generals, warriors, officials, thieves who look for him to forge swords... There are all kinds of people. The sword male can avoid and avoid, can push and push, he thought, how can I spend my life on ordinary swords? It is necessary to cast a famous sword that is unparalleled in the world and unique in the sword world.

Jian Xiong lived in Qionglong Mountain for ten years, and in ten years he had forged three good swords, named Tianling, Dibao, and Renjie, but he was still not satisfied. Because after he tried the sword, he thought that the Heavenly Spirit was too soft and domineering; Dibao is too rigid, tough enough; Ren Jiegang is soft and soft, elastic and sharp, and has the effect of cutting iron like mud, but Jianxiong always feels that he still owes a fire, and he can't tell which link is still in the fire.

Perhaps it was because Jian Xiong's fame was too great, and those who searched for him eventually knew that he lived in seclusion in the Dome Mountain. And the local King Wu was a good swordsman, and he was even willing to exchange the name of the city with the other side for a sword. Now that he heard that the most famous sword-casting master in the Central Plains had arrived at the Qionglong Mountain under his jurisdiction, he was really overjoyed, and immediately sent a special envoy into the mountain to declare his will, asking Jianxiong to cast a famous sword in the world for him, which could be completed within one year. You want money and money, you want things and things, you want people, the day the sword is formed, and there are rewards.

Jianxiong's wife said to him, "This Wu King is addicted to good swords, if you forge the world's first good sword for him, will he still let you live in this world?"

Ken-hsiō caressed his wife with his old hand and said, "I don't know!" But this is a good opportunity, the so-called opportunity must not be lost, the time will not come again. I'm going to take advantage of this to fulfill my life's wish. ”

Confidant Moro's wife. The wife said nothing more, and with tears in her eyes, she walked to the stove, pulled up the bellows, and the flames in the hearth immediately burst out.

After 9981 days of smelting and hammering, the sword has been formed, and the next sword grinding is a laborious and time-consuming task.

King Wu had sent envoys to urge him several times.

Jianxiong only said one sentence: "The ancients knew that ten years to sharpen a sword." I've only been grinding for less than a year, early. Where can a real famous sword be sharpened without time?"

The wife said to Jianxiong, "The sword has been forged, and you have wished." Let's go fast and fly high. Otherwise, you will be poisoned by King Wu!"

Jian Xiong said calmly, "Do you think we can still escape?" King Wu is a generation of adulterous males, can he not guard against it?"

The one-year deadline finally arrived, and King Wu passed down his will that the day could not be postponed any longer.

The day of the sword sacrifice has finally arrived.

King Wu carried out a very solemn sword sacrifice ceremony, and he wanted to use this to tell the world that the world's first famous sword was specially forged for him by Jianxiong, and what a good story it was to pass it on.

In full view of everyone, Jian Xiong calmly went to the temple.

King Wu asked Jianxiong: What is the name of this sword?

Jianxiong replied, "I forge a sword with a sword, and the sword is called a sword." Only because the great king was too anxious, this sword still had a flaw, that is, the pattern of the sword body was still a little less spirited. ”

"What? A famous sword lacks the spirit of spirit, so what is the name of the sword?" King Wu's face changed color when he was angry.

Jian Xiong pulled out his sword, shaking his sword body and shining in the sunlight. He stared at the blade of the sword, slowly stroked the body of the sword with two fingers, and said in a very sad tone, "I will immediately give it a spirit!" After saying that, he suddenly turned around and wiped his neck, and Yin Hong's blood suddenly gushed out. Before falling to the ground, Jian Xiong used his last strength to spit out such a sentence: "I wish to die!"

In honor of this sword-casting master, the sword was named: "Sword Hero".

In later generations, many people in the martial arts once stepped on iron shoes to find this sword, but unfortunately there was no trace. The sword did not know the end.