The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 27 Ma Xianhong

Biyou Village has beautiful scenery, with mountains, water and forests, and the neighbors are very harmonious.

Beside a stream in the back mountain, a man sat on a rock, staring at the flowing stream, lost in thought.

The man was wearing white clothes and was barefoot, with long light pink hair. He was Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village.

Suddenly, the grass behind him surged like water waves, and then a man wearing square-framed glasses jumped out of the ground.

"Master, someone is coming to the village entrance."

"I've told you so many times, don't call me leader." Ma Xianhong rubbed his forehead and said, "Just find a place for him to stay."

"Okay, Master." Zhang Kun nodded and said, "But this time it's different. The people coming here are the same as us."

Hearing the words "a kind of people", Ma Xianhong turned around and his expression changed slightly.

Then the two men came to the entrance of the village and saw a young man in black clothes with a backpack standing on a high slope, looking at them from a distance.

Ma Xianhong walked forward and took a look at this stranger. He had an upright figure, a full aura, and at first glance, he had a sharp aura, and there was a faint smell of blood on him...

"My friend, what brings you to Biyou Village?"

Qin Ye looked at the young man in white in front of him, and his mind was like a dragon ball's combat power detector, and the man's information emerged.

Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village.

The inheritor of 'Divine Machine Hundred Refinements', one of the Eight Great Skills.

Combat capability: Unknown, estimated to be among the best of the younger generation.

"You must be Village Chief Ma, right? Isn't Biyou Village recruiting talents? Let me take a look."

Ma Xianhong nodded meaningfully. The man in front of him didn't look like someone who came to seek refuge, but he didn't refuse. Biyou Village was indeed short of "talent" now.

He turned sideways, raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation:
"Please come in there."

Inside a wooden house.

The two of them sat opposite each other on a small stool, in front of them was a table, a pot of tea and two teacups.

After Ma Xianhong filled his cup with tea, he slowly said, "Brother Qin, you don't just want to join my Biyou Village, right? Why don't you just speak frankly?"

Qin Ye drank the tea in the cup in one gulp. It was herbal tea, sweet and refreshing, and it washed away the dryness in his mouth.

"Okay, then I'll be frank. I want to ask Village Chief Ma to make me a sword."

"Go find a blacksmith to make weapons. Why are you coming to Biyou Village?"

"This sword of mine cannot be forged by ordinary people. Only a weapon refiner can do it."

Ma Xianhong narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering, "Brother Qin, how did you know I'm a weapon refiner?"

Qin Ye grinned: "Actually, I am a time traveler. Your world is originally a comic book."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong's brain froze for a few seconds, and then black lines appeared on his forehead. Judging from his appearance, he thought that the other party was a cold-blooded master with a strong purpose, but he didn't expect that he was also a coward.

Why does his Biyou Village only recruit people like this? Thinking of the people with the best aptitude among his own people, Ma Xianhong couldn't help but feel a headache.

As for how the other party knew that I was a weapon refiner, I guess there is no wall that is impenetrable.

Ma Xianhong rubbed his forehead and said, "Brother Qin, you're joking. It's not impossible to refine weapons, but I don't know what Brother Qin can offer in exchange."

I wanted to get it for free.

Qin Ye thought so, but said: "If you have any needs, please feel free to tell me, Village Chief Ma."

Ma Xianhong did not respond immediately, but walked out of the room.

A moment later, the door was pushed open: "Brother Qin, please follow me."

When Qin Ye walked out of the room, he saw another person following Ma Xianhong. Judging from his aura, he was an ordinary person.

It is self-evident what the other party wants him to do.

In the back mountain, Qin Ye and Ma Xianhong walked side by side on the bluestone road, and the ordinary man followed behind them.

"Brother Qin, when you first started practicing, how long did it take you to sense Qi?"

"One day." Qin Ye said.

"Then you really are a genius." Ma Xianhong chuckled. "Some people can feel Qi after just a few days of practice, and some are born with a sense of Qi. But, Brother Qin, do you know that there are some people who can't even detect the existence of Qi in their entire lives? They are a group of people abandoned by fate."

"Yeah, just an ordinary person." Qin Ye nodded.

"However, it's not that absolute." Ma Xianhong kept walking and brought the two of them to an attic. There was a plaque hanging on the attic with the words - Xiushen Hall.

"You know I'm a weapon refiner, but you may not understand my weapon refining methods. I wonder if Brother Qin has ever heard of the Eight Wonders?"

"I've heard a little bit about it, it's a relic from Jiashen."

"Oh? I didn't expect that Brother Qin is quite knowledgeable at such a young age. That's right, my weapon refining method is the Divine Machine Hundred Refining, one of the Eight Wonders of Jiashen."

After Ma Xianhong finished speaking, he just stood there and stared at Qin Ye, as if waiting for his surprised expression.

However, Qin Ye's expression remained normal, and he complimented without a trace of genuine emotion:
"Yeah, it's awesome."

Ma Xianhong's mouth twitched, thinking, could it be any more fake? This kind of person is really suitable to be his top talent.
In fact, it’s not Qin Ye’s fault. He really has no interest in the Eight Great Skills. He can’t even handle more than a hundred avatars in League of Legends. Coveting other things will only add to his troubles. Now he just wants to refine his own sword.

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath and continued to himself:

"In the eyes of this Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, the greatest weapon refiner is fate. Everything in the world is a weapon refined by fate. Humans are also weapons and can be refined!"

As he spoke, he stepped into the Self-cultivation Hall first.

The interior of the Xiushen Hall is very spacious, and in the middle of it stands a huge instrument that looks somewhat like Laojun Bagua Furnace.

"This is one of the self-cultivation furnaces I forged. It can bring good fortune back to those unfortunate ones. However, it's still incomplete. As much as I hate to admit it, the 'roots' of those entering it are all of low quality. Their abilities and achievements depend entirely on the 'cultivator'."

"So the furnace operator must be extremely talented, and to perfect the self-cultivation furnace one needs sufficient and diverse examples to analyze past shortcomings."

"So I would like you to help me perfect the self-cultivation furnace. In return, I will use the best materials I have to help you refine your sword."

Qin Ye had no reason to refuse, he came here for this very reason.

However, looking at Ma Xianhong's fanatical expression and the big furnace in front of him, he felt a little emotional.

Ma Xianhong's original intention was good, and he had the heart of a saint. He made ordinary people become extraordinary people without asking for anything in return, just to fulfill the wishes of those who he called "fate" abandoned.

Think about it from another perspective. If you were an ordinary person and knew that there were superpowers in the world, would you want to get them?
The answer is definitely yes.

But you search through thousands of mountains and seas, and try your best but still can't step into the threshold. Just when you are discouraged, someone appears and can help you become an extraordinary person. At this time, this person is a "saint" in your eyes.

However, Ma Xianhong's behavior touched the bottom line of some "big shots", which is why the subsequent company sent temporary workers to clear out Biyou Village.

There is a fictitious thing in the alien world called the population red line.

That is to say, the ratio between ordinary people and extraordinary people cannot exceed a certain number. Qin Ye is not quite sure, but that's the case anyway.

But actually, in his opinion, this is a bit bullshit.

There is only one question: are the number of extraordinary people produced by the self-cultivation furnace in Biyou Village greater, or are the number of extraordinary people produced by the disciples recruited by the major sects and the extraordinary people reproduced by the major families every year greater?
Obviously the latter.

Therefore, the core reason for clearing out Biyou Village is not this at all.

(End of this chapter)