When the show started, Bu Shuai's voice became even louder: "This is the latest 'Gua Xiang Sword' cast by Hua Laizi." Bu Shuai's announcement immediately made the banquets burst into excitement. What surprised them was that this set of swords had not been released yet. The sword that many people have been vying to buy has fallen into this man's hands!
The palace commander had a gloomy look on his face, and he was calculating in his mind. He and Bu Shuai were both the heads of the three yamen, and their monthly salaries were the same. If Bu Shuai could afford Hua Laizi's sword, he must have joined the imperial army like him. He moved his hands up and down in the paycheck, wondering how much he had touched off to achieve today's scene?
"There are eight 'Gua Xiang Swords' in total, each belonging to the Bagua," Bu Shuai said: "Before the sword is unsheathed, please forgive me, I have to turn out the light first."
The servants used candleshades to extinguish the candles, and the banquet hall suddenly became dark.
The sword boxes were opened one after another, and exclamations were raised one after another.
The first sword box was opened, and soft light immediately merged into the air. It was a "dry sword" that glowed extremely red, and its strong breath flowed into everyone's heart. No one could not feel its majesty and be deeply moved.
"Kun Sword" revealed a gloomy yellow light, and people suddenly felt cold. I saw red and yellow lights blending with each other, and the surrounding atmosphere immediately became peaceful.
Other sword boxes were opened one after another, revealing different auras.
"Zhenjian" made a shocking rumbling sound, and a green light came out of the sword box; when "Xunjian" came out, the wind started blowing in the banquet hall, and a pleasing white light slowly poured out; when "Kanjian" came out, The banquet hall immediately became freezing cold, and jet-black energy flowed out; "Li Jian" flashed purple light in the violent electric light, which was shocking.
Everyone knows that each sword will be a surprise, but they still can't help but marvel.
As soon as "Gen Sword" came out, heavy fog appeared, and a light yellow air mass poured out of the sword box; finally, as soon as "Duijian"'s sword box was opened, the banquet hall immediately became bright, like daylight. The light it emits surrounds other lights, intertwining into ever-changing brilliance in mid-air.
With a "pop" sound, the surroundings fell into darkness again.
It turned out that the eight sword boxes were closed at the same time.
The candlelight lit up again, illuminating the banquet hall, and people suddenly returned to reality from their obsession.
Some people were so happy that they saw the peerless sword that they gasped, while others were moved to tears.
Someone was laughing.
Bu Shuai asked in confusion: "General coach, what is so funny?" It turned out to be a general coach who specializes in military training.
The chief instructor stopped laughing and sneered: "What I'm laughing at is that such a good and wonderful sword, but it's a pity that it can't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and it has no spiritual energy."
"Chief Coach," Bu Shuai still smiled and said, "Hua Laizi has been making swords for forty years. His swords can no longer only kill enemies on the battlefield, but can summon ghosts and gods and command the aura of heaven and earth. ”
"It's an exaggeration, how can you believe it?" The head coach snorted.
During the banquet, a person suddenly stood up and glared at the head coach coldly: "Ignorant boy, you are talking arrogant words?"
The head coach took a look and saw that it was Yang Yanshe, also known as Hua Laizi, and couldn't help being stunned.
Hua Laizi has a serious appearance, a flushed face, and thick arms. Although he is wearing short clothes for work, he is still majestic and makes people hold their breath.
Few people have actually seen Hualaizi, and when he appears, people become quiet.
At that time, both Wang Anshi and Sima Guang had been dead for several years. Their followers were divided into two parties, the old and the new. They were brewing power in the court and were waiting for opportunities to overthrow each other at any time. Although Yang Toishe is not a court official, he is very comfortable in both parties. Even the prime minister respects him, let alone the chief instructor?
The head coach straightened up his face, stared back at Yang Toishe, and said loudly: "If you really have such ability, why not give it a try?"
"Okay," Yang Tuishe said proudly, "Why don't the head coach come and try it himself?"
Everyone was looking at the head coach, expecting something good to happen.
The chief instructor did not want to lose face, so he put on a straight face and agreed: "Okay, my dignified chief instructor..." Before he could finish his words, Yang Toishe reached out to the soldier on the side and said: "Kun Sword." The sword box containing the Kun Sword was immediately brought up. Yang Yanshe held the sword box with one hand and pushed open the lid with the other.
A yellow chill flowed out.
The head coach shuddered.
Yang Tushe raised the Kun Sword coldly and pointed the tip of the sword at the head coach.
The head coach said angrily: "How outrageous! What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything," Yang Sheshe sneered, "I don't know martial arts, how dare I do anything to the chief instructor?"
However, Yang Tonshe remained motionless, but the cold air continued to flow towards the head coach. The cold air flowed through the robe, penetrated into the thin inner clothes, and penetrated into the head coach's skin. The head coach couldn't help but tremble, and there was a sudden sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been immersed in ice water. His heart contracted suddenly. He screamed and fell to the ground.
The guests exclaimed, and Bu Shuai hurriedly asked the military doctor who was also a guest to come forward to check.
"Don't worry, I didn't hurt his life," Yang Yanshe said expressionlessly as he put the Kun sword back into the sword case: "However, the cold is attacking his heart, so he needs to recuperate."
People looked at each other, and what they were thinking was: At this moment, the struggle between the new party and the old party in North Korea is gaining momentum. This military attache has such a powerful sword. Once he is falsely accused of treason, it is easy to be implicated... Come tonight This party really came to the wrong place.
How could Bu Shuai not know? Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty has been very afraid of military personnel having power. This is because the founder of the country, Song Taizu, came to the throne in a shady way, and he was afraid of talented military personnel seizing power like him. In fact, during the great melee of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms before the Song Dynasty, the drama of military commanders killing kings and seizing the throne was constantly being staged, so Song Taizu would have a big backlash. As long as the military attachés had trouble, he would find ways to kill them, and even send troops. Using civilian officials to lead the army deliberately subordinated the status of military men to those of civilians.
Bu Shuai knew that he could not own the "Guaxiang Sword" for a long time, so he had to use it as a springboard for promotion.
"Have you seen this?" Bu Shuai said, facing the north: "I will dedicate all these eight hexagram swords to the emperor. Long live the emperor." He himself also knew that he could no longer possess it.
Yang Yanshe placed the sword box on the banquet table and walked out of the door without saying a word.
He rode on the rented donkey and returned to Didian where he had settled.
Back in the room, Yang Yanshe was drinking turbid wine alone, which relieved the depression in his heart.
Soon, his youngest son also came back and saw his father drinking in confusion, so he sat aside and put down a few buns he had just bought from the night market.
Sheeptongue took a glance: "What is this?"
"I just went to Zhouqiao Night Market. These are the famous Lujia steamed buns. These are rabbit meat and eel steamed buns. I didn't see them in my hometown, so I bought them for my dad to try."
Yang Yanshe took a bun and took a bite. Finally, he had something to soothe the alcohol he drank on an empty stomach. In fact, he hadn't even had a bite of delicious food at the banquet just now.
This son is his youngest son, only nineteen years old. His name is Yangyan Tieli. He also has the eldest son Yangyu Jingye and the second son Yangyu Longwen. The youngest accompanies him to Beijing to deliver the sword, and also visits the capital of a country to gain more knowledge.
"Daddy's business is done, are you going home?" The younger son knew his father was depressed and expressed his condolences softly.
Yang Sheshe shook his head and sighed, and after a long time he spoke: "After casting the 'Gua Xiang Sword', I really don't know what to cast."
Sheeptongue remained silent, waiting for her father to continue.
Yang Tou Tie Li loves reading and wants to seek fame. He has read ancient books and knows a lot about world affairs. His father wants him to learn to make swords, but he just refuses.
Yang Yanshe knew that he had the best qualifications among the three brothers, and he really hoped that his superb sword-making skills could be taught to Yang Yan Tieli instead of the less talented Yang Yan Jingye and Yang Yan Longwen, but it backfired.
Yang Sheshe said: "In the past, the swords I made were very ordinary. Most of them were contracted for military supplies, and I also made kitchen knives and farming tools to make a living. Later, I made up my mind to make good swords. I followed the methods of famous ancient masters and practiced quietly before making swords. Qi, as the days passed, the sword I forged gradually gained aura.
"But after my sword has aura, it can no longer make breakthroughs. My sword is getting better and better, and it can even solve people's hearts... But besides having aura, what else can be more special about my sword? ?”
"Dad, no one in the world can surpass you."
"But even I can't surpass myself."
They said nothing more that night. In fact, they seldom talked because Yang Yanshe spent most of his time making swords.
