With a beckoning hand, Xumi is shattered, the sun and moon change, and the heaven and earth change.
Outside the guest house, there are the most ordinary green mountains and green waters. The mountains are high, the forests are dense, and the grass is green. Especially the water is wide and the breeze is blowing. It is a nice lake. After staying for a few days, everyone felt that the scenery was pretty good. At most, it was more common and not so outstanding.
However, when the disguise on the outer tank wall was removed, revealing the real Jiugao Mountain and the real Zhuoyu Villa, everyone suddenly realized.
There is a difference between authenticity and fakeness.
Although the canned landscape is beautiful, it is like a bonsai. It is more neat and calm, but it lacks the spirituality of true nature. What's more, Jiugao Mountain has its own soul and temperament.
The soul of Jiugao Mountain is the boundless swamp that seems to cover all the valleys.
The swamp is no more turbulent than the lake and the sea. It is very quiet. The water is clear and shallow. The depth of the water is as quiet as a mirror. When the water emerges, it forms sandbars and quagmire. The edge of the swamp is covered with green and yellow reeds. Although they are lush, they are not fresh. , pale in color and cold in temperament.
However, the swamp is also lively. There are graceful birds and wading birds swimming on the water surface with their feathers stretched out. There are herrings and shrimps swimming leisurely under the water surface. Jinlin is lively. There are lazy turtles and crocodiles lying on the sandbar. The handsome white crane rests on the back of the ugly crocodile. The black and white are clear, contrasting and unexpectedly harmonious.
The cold swamp is pregnant with vitality, and even the white mist and water waves are gentle. This is the temperament of Zhuoyu Villa. There are needles hidden in the cotton and flowers in the dark willows - this is really a fairy mansion with beautiful bells and graces.
Wang Fei was stunned for a moment and was very surprised: Tang Zhao produced many works full of strange power and imagination. His style was unique and full of the explosive power of youthful pride. He thought that Tang Zhao came from some wild place where cultures blended and the weather was violent. Who was born, didn’t expect to come from such a gentle paradise? So how did he come up with so many unique and fantastic ideas?
After just a moment of doubt, he had no time to think about it.
His mind immediately focused on the edge of the swamp, in a white mist.
The sword furnace is right there!
This is not what his eyes tell him, but what his heart tells him.
There was an inexplicable presence moving in the white mist, affecting his mind, causing his spirit to vibrate, vibrating into his soul. He hadn't felt this way for a long time, as if he had returned to his childhood when he was full of inspiration but lacked defense. At that time, he was just a gifted young man with innate inspiration. There were many beings in the world that could stimulate his mind. The world was rich and full of dangers for him.
Later, when he followed the steps, learned Xuan Gong, and became a swordsman again, this kind of excitement became rare. It was like closing his other eye, unable to see those terrible things, but it was a little less. color.
Today, this eye has opened again.
However, there is only one thread.
This kind of vibration should have reached the true depths of the soul, but then another kind of vibration offset this kind of vibration.
The sword behind him suddenly vibrated, and it hummed in the absence of wind. The hum was so low that it was almost inaudible, as if it was in harmony with that. And when the sword trembled, his heart quickly calmed down.
What is it?
What's the thrill? What is the sword sound?
"Hey, can your sword protect you?" said a familiar voice next to him.
Wang Fei turned around, startled, and said, "When did you come?"
It turned out that Yun Xiyan, whom he hadn't seen all day since yesterday, came to him again silently.
Yun Xiyan said categorically: "I've been here all along. I went up the mountain with you."
Moreover, I even took you up the mountain.
"I knew how could Brother Tang, such a spiritual person, live in such a vulgar place? It's so nice here. The swamp is so beautiful that it's worthy of him."
Wang Fei had doubts about his memory for a moment. Why didn't he remember that Yun Xiyan was always there? But then he shook his head, looked at Bai Wu, and said, "You said the sword is protecting me?"
Yun Xiyan explained: "This is the inspiration impact of the birth of the sword, and it is also the sword seeking resonance. The more inspired people are, the more shocked they are. But I heard that if the inspiration matches the sword, you will have a more wonderful feeling, not uncomfortable. , On the contrary, it makes you feel happy physically and mentally. Of course, I have never caught up with it, so I don’t know what it feels like to resonate with the sword."
Wang Fei nodded. In terms of background, he was better than Yun Xiyan. However, after all, Yun Xiyan came from a powerful swordsmith. The chance of seeing the sword being made was far better than Wang Fei. He had seen a lot and was naturally knowledgeable.
"However, when you become a swordsman, you will not feel this impact. The sword will protect you more closely, but will protect you quite actively." Yun Xiyan smiled and said, "My master said, The Divine Sword has spirit. You are already a swordsman. If you have a sword, the sword will not allow you to experience the benefits of other swords at close range. Swordsmen should be a little bit worse, but you are protected so quickly, which means you are not far from being a swordsman. .”
In fact, she didn't say anything. In fact, mental stimulation is also one of the quick ways to learn swordsmanship. If the newly born sword can resonate with Wang Fei, it may suddenly stimulate him to become a swordsman. Less so. A lot of hard work.
It seems that this new sword does not match Wang Fei's sword at all.
Wang Fei was very surprised, both for himself and for Tang Zhao, and asked: "So, the sword at Zhuoyu Villa has been forged?"
Yun Xiyan looked at the unclear white mist and said, "It should be so. A swordsmith has emerged from Zhuoyu Villa."
Compared to Wang Fei's surprise, Yun Xiyan was only indifferently happy. The swordsmith was really not surprised by her, there was more than one in her family, not to mention it was just Tang Zhao's elder and not Tang Zhao himself, so it was not worth being happy. I was just happy to see that Tang Zhao had put all his energy into planning the plan, used all his strength to coordinate, asked for help from left and right, and spent all his favors. Finally, his energy was not in vain, and he safely forged this sword.
The white mist is so deep that we can't know what's going on yet. Only the impact that hits the mind shows that the sword is about to come out, and the guests on the boat are in various shapes. Without the protection of the sword, some of them could not help but become confused. Those who are not affected and remain clear and clear are divided into two categories. One is like the geese in Yunxi who are protected by swords and are naturally at ease and chatting and laughing happily. Furthermore, some warriors have no inspiration at all and have no chance to feel the malice of the world.
"Oh, it looks like it's been cast." The young female supervisor glanced at her companion, "It's a good thing that there is a swordsmith in Yunzhou. We won't care about it for a while, let's go up and claim that he is under Xuanshui supervision. Become a member of the Northern Swordsmiths Guild."
Her companion, a young male prisoner who was slightly younger than her, nodded, this was what they came for. In fact, among the four major prisons, the Northern Xuanshui Prison has really declined, to the point where it has lost its authority. Otherwise, they wouldn’t come to the door proactively. In the southeast, anyone who has the opportunity to make swords has already respectfully paid tribute to the Qingmu Prison and the Red Fire Prison, and asked the prison guards to come and correct their names. It is not surprising that even the young prison guards who are on a mission have to pay tribute. How can they be like this? Take the initiative to put opportunities in your face?
But now that it’s been sent, there’s not a single swordsmith who wouldn’t agree—what’s wrong with joining the organization? I won't take your money again. There are also benefits. How many taels of silver is left in the imperial court's sign?
The female young prisoner asked: "By the way, have you found out the direction of the sword?"
The male young prisoner held a ring in his hand. The ring was transparent, with countless inscriptions engraved on the outside. A small transparent bead inside kept turning, and said: "Not yet. This is a sword made by a novice, and he doesn't have much control over the sword's intention." Strong, too many worries, it should be chaotic and unpredictable...ah?"
The female young prisoner was about to agree, but suddenly her eyes stopped and she saw Zhuzi stop.
"Okay." She sighed.
You must know that the most basic thing for a swordsmith to make a sword is to make a complete sword. As for the direction of the finished product and the meaning of the sword, they are all left to fate, which is already contained in the sword type. But a more skilled swordsmith can influence the sword's intention.
Yes, it's not about creating sword intent, nor choosing sword intent, but affecting sword intent.
Sword intention is the essence of the sword, and it is almost exclusively related to the type of sword. At most, it is mixed with a little bit of the swordsman's will when mastering the sword, and will not be distorted by other factors.
However, a sword type does not only contain one kind of sword intention. On the contrary, most sword types are chaotic and difficult to understand. They have multiple directions of sword intention, with different priorities. Simply casting it into a sword out of stable materials would result in a sword with unknown direction, wide adaptability, difficulty in progress, and low upper limit. At the beginning, when the number of swordsmen was small and there were even fewer inspired people, there was still a market for making swords in this way to increase the number of swordsmen and increase their immediate combat effectiveness. But now Xuan Gong is becoming more and more popular, and people with inspiration and talents are springing up in endlessly. Number is no longer an issue. It is best if a swordsman with greater prospects and higher ceiling can appear at one time.
Current sword-making theories generally believe that a capable sword-smith should make the sword's intention purer and its direction clearer through material matching, sword-making techniques, etc. in the sword-making process, so that the most suitable swordsman can be found. Soar.
However, that method requires considerable skill, knowledge, experience and even luck. A swordsmith who is making swords for the first time should not ask for more. Therefore, the female young prisoner was a little surprised when she saw the direction of the sword and stopped so easily.
"So the direction is..."
"Fire direction."
"Fire bias..."
"Not biased." The male young prisoner confirmed again and again, and Fang said in disbelief, "Pure fire direction."
The female young prisoner was stunned and said: "What a coincidence..."
Just as he was talking, he saw the clouds and fog in front of him gradually dissipating, revealing a blast furnace tower that looked like a torch.
"Sword furnace, sword furnace appears."
"It's still on fire. It seems that the sword-making has not been successful yet."
"Ha, that means there is still a chance..."
Amidst the whispers of various onlookers, Yun Xiyan's heart began to chirp more and more.
It was obvious that he was about to succeed, but it became more and more frustrating at this moment.
After walking a hundred miles, these are the last few steps. Success or failure lies in...
Suddenly, a ray of light shot into the sky and blasted away the top of the sword furnace. It's like breaking through the dark clouds and seeing the sun!
