"So," Shuijun looked at the scholar with a face as bright as gold, "Actually, even if you can't bring me anything to exchange for this Lancang water, I will give it to you."
Trying his best to regain his composure, Liu Qing asked doubtfully, "Senior, why is this happening?"
Since he has informed the scholar of the Great Secretary, Sui Lord will naturally not hide such a small matter, so he said bluntly, "I have tried too many methods to find the solution to the extreme realm. If I try more, it is not a bad idea. .”
Shuijun, who looked like a god on earth, smiled suddenly, holding a teacup in his hand and gently twirling his beard, "I want to see if the direct disciple of Wu Shuang in Nangong Mountain can survive with such inferior meridians after receiving the water of Lancang." How far."
As early as the time when he was wielding thousands of water waves, Suijun, the most reclusive person in the current spiritual world and ranked at the top of his Taoist practice, had already noticed that there was a trace of extremely subtle sword energy on the long sword that the young man carried.
Although the sword energy is rare, it is so majestic that it is difficult to find anyone like it in today's world.
More than ten years ago, when Suicune was visiting a friend in Qi, he went to Chitunaan with that friend. They had not seen each other for many years. They sat across from each other by a large lake hundreds of miles away from Na'an and talked about Taoism. They had a hearty conversation about all the emotional things they had not mentioned to each other for many years, and the wonderful things they had gained from countless years of practice. Everything you know about the Dharma is revealed, and nothing is hidden secretly.
The two of them were in the middle of their high spirits when they saw a sword light, as bright as a sea of stars hanging upside down, from within the walls of the Na'an city in the capital, soaring straight into the sky and smashing into the clouds. However, they were forcibly suppressed by several people in mid-air with great force. He stayed there, rushing left and right, but couldn't break it for a while. In the end, he had no choice but to head towards the outskirts of the imperial city.
Although several people worked together to block it, the sword light was so powerful that the flowing sword energy that escaped almost shattered the surrounding sea of clouds.
There have never been many young people who can catch Shui Lord's eyes. After all, judging from the long years of the former's practice, all kinds of Taoism are difficult to catch. But Wu Shuang, who has an unparalleled swordsmanship and is willing to die for his old friends, is one of them.
Although there had been no trace of them for ten years and the two had never met, Shuijun still saw a seemingly inconspicuous clue from the ordinary sword on the young man's waist. It was because of this clue that Liu Qingshi was curious in his heart. Shuijun, who had come out of nowhere, suddenly realized something, and then felt relieved.
Perhaps in today's world of cultivation, only those talented young men who use swords can teach such an interesting disciple who has already become a master of formations.
Just ten years. It seems that in Shuijun's eyes, he is just a small barrier in the mountains and rivers, but the young man who used the sword to fight against the five extreme realms back then seems to be able to be called the master of the Immortal Sect.
As soon as his thoughts stopped, Shuijun looked at the scholar with a complicated expression on the side, "Don't worry, I have been a close friend of your master for a long time. Now that I know that you are Wu Shuang's disciple, I will not make it difficult for you, but I am willing to give you a gift." People are made by fate. Apart from Lancangshui, you said you wanted to come here to ask for a good sword for your junior brother. I wonder if there is any blacksmith in Qinshui Town who has such extraordinary skills. I will ask for it on your behalf. Either way."
Having said this, Liu Qing had no choice but to tell the truth. After all, the person in front of me has been around for a long time, has empty eyelashes and hair, and is of an astonishing seniority. Looking at him from left to right, it is obvious that he is not a wise choice.
"It's the blacksmith shop facing the ancient willow at the end of the bridge. The man in the shop said that his master was out traveling and it would take some time before he could come back. That's why I waited here with my junior brother." Liu Qing smiled bitterly, at first it was a sword, Then came Lancang Shui, but whoever expected to meet such a powerful person in the current world of cultivation, vaguely told him the secrets of cultivation, which made his originally calm state of mind also have ups and downs at this moment.
However, Shuijun's expression was even weirder than Liu Qing's at this moment. He suddenly laughed and said, "It's fate that you and I met each other. Did you know that the soft-spoken blacksmith in the shop was the one I was working for?" The chosen disciple in this world.”
Ignoring the scholar's daze, Suijun waved his robe sleeves and used the Qiankun in the Sleeve technique to cover the former directly into his sleeves. He hurriedly said to the door, "It's cold outside. I'm going out to do some personal things. You If you have nothing to do, why not come to the ancestral hall to rest for a while, the threshold is too high, so don't freeze to death outside."
The next moment, a wave of clear water quickly escaped, and in just a breath, it was in front of the ancient willow tree.
"Disciple, my master has returned. Come and greet me quickly." When Liu Qing walked out of Qiankun in the sleeves, the rough man with a soft voice was already standing in front of him. He bowed respectfully to Suijun in front of him. "Welcome back, master."
But at this moment, Suicune's face had changed from the handsome middle-aged man he had just been to a skinny old man. Between his brows and eyes, he seemed to have a slight resemblance to the old man guarding the ancestral hall.
The scholar raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Start the furnace, select good cold iron, and forge a sword for me today." The old man's tone was very sharp. Just looking at his face and his expression at the moment, he was very different from the calm and calm Suicune just now. , it looked like a work of craftsmanship, which made Liu Qing confused for a moment.
"Senior, there is no need to be so impatient." Seeing Shuijun moving the iron in a hurry, Senior Brother Nangongshan felt dumbfounded for a moment. When he reached out to help, he said to Shuijun, who had transformed into an old man, "Forging a sword is not a matter of time. Kecheng, since senior has been traveling for a long time, why not take a rest before mentioning it later."
"Boy, tell me what you have to say. I have been arguing with you for a long time, not just to listen to your flattery. I don't need to think about my words at all, but I am in a bad position." After the old man transformed, his whole person seemed to have changed. There was no sign of being ethereal and pure. On the contrary, he spoke bluntly, and he really sounded like a craftsman in the market.
"Why don't I bring my junior brother here?" Liu Qing asked tentatively, "It's a good thing that the senior is willing to make a sword for my junior brother. When the junior returns to the mountain, he will report the matter to the master truthfully. However, the junior thinks that the sword-making matter It is probably best not to seek to be the best in the world, but to adapt your sword to your heart and skill. It is better to bring the rightful master now, so that the senior can know what he is doing when he forges the sword."
As for the soft-spoken man on the side, the two of them ignored each other's words from beginning to end, and his movements were extremely swift. Before Liu Qing could speak again, he had already lit the fire in the furnace, and with his gaunt muscles, he pulled the bellows like molten gold. Sparks fluttered along with the debris in the furnace and landed on his shoulders. The action didn't stop at all.
It seems that only when it comes to forging swords can this strong man, who is extremely delicate in both words and deeds, be somewhat heroic and wanton.
