Angie is a knife maker, the only knife maker in the mountain city.
Mountain city is not a city, but a small town.
The town is surrounded by mountains, and there is only a canyon in the northwest, which is the only way to get in and out of the town.
Angie's home is the nearest place to the canyon, even closer than the nearest neighbor.
Angie's name is not Ann. No one knows his original surname.
At that time, grandpa four didn't say anything, nor did blacksmith An ask.
Angie's name is not Angie. A blacksmith died six sons, so Angie's name is Angie.
I remember that it snowed heavily that winter, and it rained continuously for more than ten days.
There are only white, white mountains and white cities in the mountain cities.
It is in this piece of white that Grandpa Duan came to the mountain city when he was young.
When Grandpa Duan came that day, people and horses were covered with blood. Only the long knife in his hand was washed clean by snow.
As soon as I entered the mountain city, I saw blacksmith An, and blacksmith An also saw him.
Blacksmith An is his only friend, and he is blacksmith An's only friend. There is no need to say anything between friends.
Grandpa Duan left, leaving only one sentence, saying that the child should never practice martial arts and never leave the mountain city.
Grandpa Duan didn't say why, and blacksmith An didn't ask, not even Angie's life story.
Angie is the son of a blacksmith. This is his life experience.
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Angie has been smart since she was a child. He can remember the names of everyone in the mountain city, and he can also remember the days when every household built or repaired iron fittings.
The blacksmith never told Angie the skills and know-how of striking iron, but Angie's iron tools are more durable than the blacksmith's.
After a long time, Shancheng gradually gained the status of Angie, no longer like a person with a physical surname.
The surnames in the middle of the mountain city are the most popular. It is said that the ancestors were subordinates of Ran Min, the King of Wu Ai, who took refuge here and unified duang.
People in duang practice martial arts and don't ask the Jianghu.
Ask the Jianghu, the ancestral temple will be demolished.
If it weren't for that, Grandpa Duan wouldn't have gone back to the mountain city.
Rivers and lakes don't ask mountain cities.
Because I dare not.
Duang's people practice knives, and the knife method is passed down from generation to generation, so is the surname.
Angie wants to practice knives, but a blacksmith won't let him.
So Angie can only watch.
Look without practicing, steal without practicing.
I didn't practice until Angie the blacksmith died.
When blacksmith An died, he left only two words, and he could not leave the mountain city without practicing knives.
Angie didn't ask why, but kept it in mind.
Angie didn't go out of town, but married a woman outside the city.
Angie has two sons, the first one inherited the blacksmith's shop, and the second one is in the Jianghu.
After the blacksmith shop was handed over to her eldest son, Angie was idle for a while, but later she was busier-busy casting knives.
He made the knife not for himself, nor for selling money, but for Mr. Zhang.
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Mr. Zhang is not a mountain man, nor is his name Mr. Zhang. His name is Zhang Yin.
Because he taught in a private school for several years when he was young, others called him Teacher Zhang.
Mr. Zhang also practices knives, but never fights with others.
There was once a swordsman who traveled thousands of miles to the mountain city for World War I and was turned away by Mr. Zhang.
The swordsman lived in the mountain city and waited for three months.
Three months later, Mr. Zhang still refused, but made an exception and allowed him to watch himself practice knives.
Teacher Zhang never allows anyone around him when he practices knives. He is not afraid of others stealing art, but few people can understand it.
Even if you don't understand, it's no different from playing monkey.
The swordsman knew something about knives, but left the mountain city after drinking only half a cup of tea. Later, he became famous in Taishan Knife Club and never came again.
People often ask the swordsman who learned it from, and the swordsman always shakes his head silently.
-Angie casts a knife, just for Mr. Zhang.
He knows Mr. Zhang's knife method, and Mr. Zhang also knows the knife he cast.
Before Angie saw duang practicing knives, he could see clearly which ones were one inch taller and three points shorter, which ones were fast, which ones were slow, which ones were not strong enough and which ones were blocked.
As time went on, Angie stopped observing.
It's not that I'm tired. It's just that the knives of those people are no longer in Angie's eyes.
He is not a casting knife-Liang's "Ma Bole", and he has read Boya in his childhood.
If no one can dance a knife, why should they cast a knife?
It was not until that day that Angie happened to see Teacher Zhang practicing knives that she had the idea of casting treasure knives again.
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That day, Angie said something by accident.
Mr. Zhang couldn't hear what others said when he was practicing knives, but that sentence was related to knives, so Mr. Zhang heard it.
Not only did I listen, but I also thought Angie was right.
So they became friends-Mr. Zhang allowed his friends to watch him practice knives.
Friends should also drink.
Mr. Zhang is a good drinker, but before he met Angie, it was only once a month.
Angela is a moderate drinker, but after meeting Mr. Zhang, she often gets drunk with him.
Once drunk, Mr. Zhang told a secret.
Although teacher Zhang was not drunk and rude, Angie asked after waking up.
It's not that Angie doesn't trust her friends, it's just that what Teacher Zhang said is too unbelievable.
Mr Zhang said that he was an apprentice of Giddens Ko's ancestor.
Angie heard from Duan's family that Taishan Dao will be held once every five years, once it is king and the three realms are sacred.
For hundreds of years, Duan has produced 1 1 Taoist saints and 23 Taoist kings. Jianghu is disrespectful.
But at the age of 23, Giddens Ko's ancestor ascended the Sect for the first time and won it nine times. In the past 40 years, Duan's family has never been allowed to get their hands on Taidian again.
Jianghu will respect him as the ancestor of the Nine Doors Knife.
Daozu has no public disciples, but there are countless people who call themselves disciples of Daozu, but most of them are ugly.
Angela knows that Mr. Zhang is not a grandiose person, so she can't help asking several times.
Mr. Zhang just smiled.
Angie said, "Whether you look at it or not, you should be a disciple of Daozu. If you are not, no one is. " .
Mr. Zhang just smiled, and then began to practice the knife.
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Teacher Zhang practices knives whether it is winter or Xia Chunqiu, whether it is snowy, rainy or sunny, as long as it is clean.
Pure, he will be integrated with vegetation and heaven and earth.
Only when Taoism is natural can the highest state of knife method be realized.
Mr. Zhang's knife technique is the highest level.
The highest knife method is not flawless, but he can't see it himself.
Mr Zhang Can can't see it, but Angie can.
Angie can't use a saber, but she can read it.
His second son also rose to fame in the Jianghu with his family knife, but in his eyes, it was full of flaws and difficult to see people.
So he likes to watch Mr. Zhang practice knives. After a long time, you can see the shortcomings of teacher Zhang's knife method.
"This crane has flat wings, and its arms seem a little high. It is better to be half an inch shorter."
Mr. Zhang listened to Angie's words, and his strength was smoother.
"I think it's a little fast to chop Huashan, so it's better to slow down."
"Why?"
"I don't know, it's just a feeling."
Mr. Zhang smiled and thought it over carefully before he understood.
Ann seven way, "the authorities are lost, the bystander is clear. Others say that the knives I cast are good, but so far none of them have satisfied me. "
Mr. Zhang said, "You are too pursuing perfection. There is no perfect knife in this world, just like there is no perfect knife method. "
Angie said, "Your knife skills are excellent."
"Perfect, you can still see the flaws."
"Long time no see."
After 70 days, Mr. Zhang felt that his knife had not improved for ten days.
If Ann doesn't come for a month, Mr. Zhang Can won't be able to sit still.
After another half month, there is still no news from Angie.
Mr. Zhang can't help but come and settle down.
Angie is casting a knife.
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Snow is like goose feather and wind is like a knife, and there are few passers-by in the frozen mountain city.
Fifty-nine-year-old Angie wore only a short coat, dancing a 62-catty hammer in the snow and pounding a red-hot knife intently.
The tinkling sound resounded through the mountain city.
Mr. Zhang stood by and watched Angie cast the knife, just as Angie stood by and watched Mr. Zhang practice the knife as usual.
Angie didn't find Zhang Zhao, just as Zhang Zhao usually sees Angie after he closes the knife.
The knife was finally cast.
This is a good knife.
"There you are."
"I have been here for three days."
"Fortunately, I didn't keep you waiting too long."
"You finally cast a knife that you are satisfied with."
Angela nodded and gave the knife to Mr. Zhang.
Mr. Zhang picked up the knife, and suddenly his eyes were full of gods, and the knife in his hand seemed to be full of gods.
"One or two more, one or two less."
"See you practice for decades, naturally know the weight of your hand. Unfortunately, this knife came too late. "
Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "It's neither too late nor too late. If you hear the news, you will die at night. " I have a big nod, and I have no regrets in this life. "
But it's a little late. Soon, Bao Dao became Mr. Zhang's funerary object.
No matter how good the knife method is, you can't escape from birth, illness and death.
Angie no longer casts knives.
His 62-pound hammer became a symbol of settling down, and three years later, it was buried with him.
In the past three years, Li has never seen anyone practice knives, except the knife meeting that forced Mount Tai.
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At that Taoist meeting, the hot spots for hegemony were universal knife Wen Xiu and Sanjiang bully.
Two people, one south and one north, have reached the state of returning air and stopping water.
At the last knife meeting, the two men fought seven decisive battles regardless of the outcome, and finally they had to be honored as the next knife king.
A North Knife King and a Male Knife King.
Therefore, this year's Taishan Knife Expo is more eye-catching, and everyone wants to see the outcome of these two sword kings.
Angie is not interested and doesn't want to go against a blacksmith's legacy.
If his second son and grandson hadn't knelt at the door for three days and nights, he would never have come to Mount Tai.
No one in the Jianghu knows about Angie, but Angie's second son, called Xiao, said that if anyone in the world could see the victory or defeat of Wen and Jiang, it would be his father's time, and the legend of Angie began to appear in the Jianghu.
Few people in the Jianghu don't believe what Hou Wen said.
So Angie took the top spot in Taishan Knife Club.
There are talented people in the Jiangshan generation, and this year's newcomers are also very eye-catching, but the decisive battle is still not unexpected.
Wen Xiu and Jiang Xiongtian only played for half an hour in World War I, and Angie left and didn't come back for the next six days.
Strangely, they played for seven days, and it was cloudy for seven days and seven nights.
Dark clouds come down, rolling down, and pressing on the top of Mount Tai, as if deliberately leaving only a gap for one person. Sometimes it thunders, but it doesn't rain.
The whole sky is low in Wan Li, and it seems that there are hundreds of mountain soldiers hidden between thick clouds, secretly watching this peerless World War I. ..
The two of them played 26 games, each with more than 300 rounds, less than 156 rounds. Total * * * down more than five thousand rounds, but never the winner.
On the first day, people have already left more than half. The rest are people who have always been obsessed with knives. It seems that even if the sky falls, they don't want to miss their unparalleled elegance. It's just that their knife skills are not easy for ordinary people to understand. I can still see a little knife light, but I can only hear the tinkling sound, not to mention the meaning of the knife.
On the third day, someone couldn't help it, no longer cared about face, and quietly went down the mountain.
On the sixth day, there were only ten people left, all of whom were peerless masters who could understand the posture and meaning of two people.
On the seventh day, except Mr. Hou Wen 'an, Master Kong Yun, Taoist priest and iron-fisted old man, the other six people all went down the mountain in shame. It is not only these four people who can see the level of those two people, but the final result will eventually be verified by someone.
That night, the wind stopped. A red sunset rose into the sky, and everyone knew it was dusk.
Two knives stand across the sky again, just like two tired black dragons, motionless and full of Sha Qi.
Master Kong Yun first broke the silence, only said "Amitabha", slowly closed his eyes and sighed silently.
Dust dragon also dust, just gently shook his head.
The iron hand old man's eyes slightly opened and closed did not seem to move. He turned to ask Mr. An, "old boys, is this the seventh day?"
Mr. An sits like a stone Buddha. Hearing the iron hand man ask questions, he opened his eyes slightly and said, "It's the seventh day."
The old man with the iron hand asked again, "Can you work out the outcome of the two?"
Mr. An shook his head, turned to ask about Yunchen, paused and said, "I'm afraid they don't know the outcome of this battle yet."
The old man with the iron hand stretched himself and smiled: "What's the matter? The big deal is that there are two knife kings this year. "
As soon as this statement came out, both knives seemed to come to their senses. But I still can't get in or out.
Wen Xiu also wants to say something, but it's time to have nothing to say.
Jiang Xiongtian didn't say anything more, only looked at the knife in his hand bitterly.
I don't know how long it took, but the iron-handed old man suddenly asked Mr. An, "Where did your father go?"
Master An Da said, "My father has returned to the mountain city."
The old man with iron hand sighed, "It's a pity that your father left early, otherwise you might be able to tell the difference."
Sir Ann realized this and sighed, "I'm afraid my father has seen the end."
Everyone thinks that Mr. An is bragging.
But Mr. An knew his father. He just remembered the expression on his face when he was leaving.
That look is too familiar to him. Every time my father watches him practice knives, he always has that expression.
If rice meets gravel, drink water to the bitter spring.
So he firmly believes that his father has seen the end of Wen Hejiang.
What Mr. An said naturally convinced people. After all, Sir An's reputation in Jianghu for twenty or thirty years is not a hollow reputation.
Wen Xiu and Jiang Xiongtian naturally don't want to share the name of Tao Wang with others, so as long as they love Tao, they are all waiting for a word from Angie.
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The mountain city suddenly became lively.
All the people who love knives in the world suddenly came to the mountain city.
Anjia's door is also crowded with people. Not for the famous Mr. An in the Jianghu, but for Mr. An's father Angie.
Angie only called Wen and Jiang to the front.
A wick sweet time, the two of them out of the house, out of the mountain city.
No one calls himself the king of knives anymore.
Even after that, there is no magic sword in the Jianghu, and there is nothing to dominate Sanjiang.
It is said that both of them put down their knives, one went to Mobei and the other to Tianzhu.
Everyone wants to know what Angie said, but no one knows.
Mr. An asked his father several times by innuendo, but Mr. An didn't say anything.
Mr. An doesn't know, others can only guess.
Over time, it will go away.
Soon, Angie drove the crane west.
It is said that a few months before Angie left, he always liked to climb the highest peak of Nanshan and look into the distance.
People think that this person who has been integrated into another surname of the duang clan finally remembers the direction of his departure and arrival.
But they were wrong. Angie didn't leave. He never cared where he came from or what his original family name was.
Many years later, no one knows how Grandpa Duan rescued Angie in the blood rain.
No one knows who Angie's biological father is and who his enemies are.
Nobody cares.
After many years, the rivers and lakes are still unpredictable and talented people come forth in large numbers.
The names of Wen Xiu and Jiang Xiongtian are gradually forgotten by Jianghu.
Mr. An's name is gradually unknown.
No one remembers the ordinary casting knife maker in the mountain city.
But no matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, the two tombstones on the outskirts of the mountain city will never stand up.
A man with a knife engraved on his body is Zhang Yin.
One of them is engraved with Angie the Knife Maker.