Green Furnace Hundred Refining

My dad is a blacksmith. He opened three shops in Qinglu Town, and he got up before dawn every morning to practice his sword - the tip of the sword could stop on the locust flower without being knocked off. But he never taught me swordsmanship. He only let me stand, strike, and learn on my own. Twelve years later, the first time I held a sword was because of a business deal I shouldn't have taken. Six Gates is investigating a Tianlong Sword that was stolen from Ouchi. The clue points to a blacksmith - my father. He took on a business of imitating swords, and the imitation happened to be the Tianlong Sword. I had just turned sixteen and was sent to Suzhou alone to deliver goods. The sword hasn't been sharpened yet. What awaited me on the road were an ambush in the dense forest, a smiling businessman who took your money, a lame veteran who touched your veins with a bamboo chopstick, and the undercurrent of the imperial court behind a bronze waist plate. My dad said: If it's crooked, it's crooked. The first one is crooked. ——This is the story of a blacksmith's son who turned the knowledge of blacksmithing into the art of swordsmanship.