Chapter 201 Worry-Free (2)

Chai Sang stumbled to the general's mansion, but the son of the general's house was arrogant, pointing at him and sneering: "I killed your daughter? Who saw it? Is there any evidence? Don't slander people casually, your own daughter. He died indiscriminately, and he still wants to depend on this young master, dreaming about you!" He suddenly lowered his head, his eyes were full of malice, and whispered in Chai Sang's ear: "What if I really killed him? It's not that she doesn't know how to be funny, this young master just sees how beautiful she is and wants to play with her. If she has to resist, she will have to be hard."

He stared at the craftsman condescendingly, his voice was as trivial as stepping on an ant, without the slightest guilt, and jokingly said, "When she died, she kept calling her father to save me."

Chai Sang let out a scream.

He was beaten to death by the servants of the General's Mansion and dragged out like a dead dog. Those who watched the fun surrounded him, either sympathizing or showing pity, but no one dared to step forward. In the end, the neighbor who was acquainted couldn't see it and took him back to his home.

On the New Year's Day, every household laughed and laughed happily, but his family was deserted and silent.

Chai Sang lay on the bed, buried his face in his palms, and whimpered in pain.

It's not that he never tried to sue the officials, but when the officials heard that it was about the General's Mansion, they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to take the case. The witness who saw the carriage of the General's Mansion simply hid. He has sounded the drum of injustice, stopped the carriage, and even made trouble in front of the general's door, but all of them were ineffective.

The people in the General's Mansion did not kill him, and seemed very happy to see his embarrassed appearance with no way to ask for help. The anger of a humble commoner like him was like a tiny grain of sand thrown into the sea, and it couldn't even lift a splash.

How sad.

Even more frightening is that rumors began to spread.

They say that Wuyou is not clear with the man, and thus was killed by the adulterer. Guessing what happened to Wuyou the night before her death, she quickly turned from a poor victim to a talkative talker, and became a topic of conversation in people's mouths. Not being respected, not being sympathized with, but being trampled over and over again.

The family who got married with Wuyou has quickly declared that they have nothing to do with the Chai family. That gentle and gentle fiancé never came to the door again. The former friendship was like a trace on the snow, but it disappeared overnight.

Also, for a deceased fiancée who lost his innocence, it is not a wise thing to offend the powerful general's mansion.

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It's just that the most beautiful wedding dress in the city has not yet been embroidered.

In order to collect the betrothal gift, he was busy making iron and casting swords every day, even if he dragged the sick body, he had to do more work. Now that the water grosgrain has been bought, it is placed on the desk in his daughter's boudoir, but he will help himself rub his knees, There were no more girls who would scold him without caring about her body.

She died in fear.

The memory is so dark, always a vast gray fog covers the head. Chai Sang buried his daughter next to his wife's tomb in Houshan, and bought dozens of jars of spring wine to sit in front of the tomb.

He didn't speak, just drank silently, as if hoping to die of drunkenness here. This short and ugly man has nothing and has no courage to live anymore.

He can't take revenge, and he can't seek justice for his daughter, he is so incompetent, like a waste.

It seemed that she accompanied her daughter to the temple fair when she was a child, and when she saw someone pretending to be a ghost at the temple fair, the little girl was so frightened that she hid in her father's arms and screamed again and again.

"Don't be afraid, it's fake, it doesn't matter if it's real, Dad will protect you." He awkwardly comforted the daughter in his arms.

"Liar! Dad can only cast swords, but he doesn't know martial arts. How can he protect me!"

"Daddy's ancestor is the most famous swordsmith in Yuezhi Kingdom. In the future, Daddy will make a sword for you that can drive away bad people. With this sword, you will not be afraid of anything."

"Dad think I'm a three-year-old child, how can there be a sword in the world that can drive away bad people?" The little girl pouted in disbelief: "Dad fooled me again."

"Yes, um, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once said that as long as the sword of the sword spirit is born, the master can be protected."

"Sword Spirit? What is that?"

"As for the sword spirit, the sword has its own consciousness, just like us, it has its own joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys."

The voice gradually faded, and the man sitting in front of the tomb looked confused and kicked away the empty wine jar.

He broke his promise, he did not make a divine sword that could protect his daughter. He is just an ordinary swordsmith with ugly appearance and ordinary talent. After losing his father, mother, and wife, he has only one daughter who is the jewel in the palm of his hand, but his last light in the world has also been rudely taken away. He wanted to take revenge, but he couldn't even touch the door of the enemy's house and was dragged out.

He cannot be the greatest swordsmith in the world, nor the most ordinary father in the world.

Fate is impermanent, and it is not up to anyone to decide.

The wind blew indifferently across the distance, swaying the flowers and plants in front of the grave, as if giving birth to an illusory spirit, ignorantly having its own mind.

The drunk craftsman watched, his expression suddenly changed.

Sword Spirit

Sword Spirit, that is a spiritual tool that exists in legends. A mortal man cannot forge a sword with a sword spirit. Most of the spiritual tools with sword spirits are naturally raised, and it is unusual from the raw materials of the sword.

Not to mention his ordinary talent, even if he is extremely talented, it is impossible to forge such a divine sword with ordinary iron.

However, there may be exceptions.

It seemed that the alcohol all over his body was sobered up in an instant, when Zan Xing saw that Chai Sang seemed to have thought of something, he stood up suddenly and ran home desperately.

There are still New Year's peach charms posted all over the house, but the floor of the tables and chairs is covered with a thick layer of dust-since Wuyou died, the place has lost its vitality.

Hairpin Xing followed behind him, and when he saw that he ran back to the house like crazy, he dragged out a few boxes from the bottom of the bed. These boxes are filled with tablets left by Chai Sang's father, which are said to be sword-casting maps handed down from their ancestors. Wu Wuyou often went in and looked at it when he was a child, and then gradually lost interest. Some of the graphs here are very old and can't be used at all now. Some are even scraps, piled up in a mess, like a wad of waste paper.

Chai Sang buried his entire body in these tablets, not knowing what he was looking for.

The hairpin star looked at him curiously.

After he finished flipping one book and threw it aside, he flipped open another book, and after an unknown amount of time, the sky turned from day to darkness, and then ushered in the sunrise from night.

The morning light shines through the window of the small courtyard and onto the ground in the house.

"I found it." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The hairpin star was shocked and looked back into the house.

Chai Sang knelt on the ground, a small stalk of sunlight shone on his face, illuminating his bloodshot eyes clearly, and there was a strange frenzy in those eyes at the moment.

The craftsman held a tablet tightly in his hand and murmured, "I found it."