The next day, they set off home. The waterways in the capital were very developed, especially the water transport for transporting grain. They returned to Xuzhou within a few days. Xuzhou is an iron-producing place, and it is easy to obtain pig iron of various qualities.
As soon as he got home, Yang Sheshe stayed in his room all day long, meditating alone. He never touched the tea and meals sent by his family.
At night, he didn't know what he thought of. There was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room. Soon it became calm, and then there was a series of wild laughter.
On the third day, Yang Sheshe finally left the room, rushed directly into the sword-making hall, and started a fire.
At noon, he suddenly called his maid loudly.
The family members were very curious about Yang Yanshe's behavior, and they all pulled the maid who was called away by Yang Yanshe and asked what the master had ordered.
The maid said fearfully: "Master wants a bowl of sheep's blood."
The family were all surprised. This was a strange behavior that Yang Yanshe had never done before.
"The master looks very strange. He looks very happy, but he seems too happy..." The maid suddenly shook her head: "No, I have to leave. The sheep that the master wants to slaughter immediately must not be cold." Yes." After saying that, he hurried to the kitchen.
Soon it was night again.
Yang Yanshe asked his maid to call his eldest son Yang Yan Jingye to the sword-making hall.
The sword-making hall is like Yang Sheshe's second home. There is a big stove, a big furnace, many weird tools and trial works. Although the sword-making hall is very big, it is as hot as a steamer.
Yang Yan Jingye didn't know why his father asked him to go in, but he never resisted his father.
As soon as he walked into the sword-making hall, he felt something cold penetrate his forehead. He wanted to turn his head, but his head was stuck. He was surprised to see his father holding a sword from the side, and the blade of the sword was in his head. , then the hot plasma dyed the cold sword red, and steam came out.
Yang Yanshe picked up the eldest son's body, took a look at the horror and confusion condensed on his face, nodded with satisfaction, and threw the body into the furnace.
The extremely hot molten iron took some time to turn the body into ashes and then mix it into it.
For five whole days, Yang Sheshe never left the sword-making hall, and the maids delivered Su's meals as ordered every day.
No one suspected that something had happened to Sheeptongue Jingye.
They thought that Yang Sheshe was finally going to pass on his lifelong skills to his eldest son, while Jingye was still practicing!
A full month later, Yang Sheshe walked out of the sword-making hall angrily, his eyes covered with red threads, and angrily called his maid to fetch his second son, Yang She Longwen.
Sheeptongue Longwen heard that his father's call was urgent, so he hurried over.
He ran towards the sword-making hall and saw his father standing in front of the door where smoke was constantly coming out. Yang Yanshe looked at his second son Long Wen in ecstasy, and the sweat on his body flowed faster.
"Come on, come on!" Yang Yanshe urged: "Otherwise, we won't be able to make it in time!"
When Yang Tongue Long Wen saw that his brother was not there, he felt suspicious and was about to ask why he was late.
"Here we come!" Yang Toishe shouted and took out a big knife from behind. Before Yang Ton Long Wen had time to think clearly, his mind could no longer think.
The broadsword just cut off his Tianling Cap.
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"It's true," the maidservant was shaking all over and couldn't stop. She said in horror, "The master killed the second young master like this... I think the eldest young master also..."
Yang Yan Tieli felt that his whole body was swollen by the strong air flow. He couldn't control his excitement and rushed to the sword-making hall.
The door of the sword-making hall was tightly closed, and there were still smelly blood stains on the ground at the door.
Yang Yan Tieli felt very uneasy. He knew that his father had gone crazy, and he was worried that he might be killed. Now he really didn't know what to do.
He looked at the door, listening to the sound of fire burning and the sound of iron being struck inside, and he made a decision: wait for his father to come out.
He waited another month.
Sometimes, he would wait at the door of the sword-making hall, sit and have a meal not far from the door, and sleep behind the big tree next to the verandah - to prevent his father from killing him as soon as he opened the door.
Sometimes he would tell his maid to wait and notify him as soon as the door opened.
Finally one day, Yang Yanshe pushed open the door of Zhujian Hall. His face was blackened by the fire, his eyes were red from the heat, and even his teeth were burnt yellow. When he saw the astonished Mo'er, the muscles on his face squeezed upward and he smiled extremely excitedly.
He also held a sword in his hand, a sky blue sword with restless textures.
"Did you see that, Tie Li?" Yang Yanshe said with an excited smile, "I successfully cast this 'Dragon Wen'." Then he looked up to the sky and laughed.
Yang Tou Tie Li's expression changed drastically: "Why is it called 'Long Wen'?"
Yang Tushe sneered: "Because he is your second brother Long Wen."
Yang Yan Tieli's lips trembled: "What about eldest brother?"
"That sword failed, just like him." Yang Yanshe was a little unhappy, but quickly returned to a smile and looked at the sword in his hand intoxicatedly: "But I finally finished it."
Yang Yan Tieli was very excited. He looked at the sword in his father's hand. It was a sword that sent out bursts of cold air, as if it was constantly shouting for injustice. He wanted to scream madly, but he held back: "Dad, is this your highest state?"
Yang Yanshe's face darkened. He played with the "Long Wen" sword carefully for a while, and then sighed: "Yes, I think it's time for me to die." He suddenly opened his eyes and said to Yang Yan Tie Li Xiao said: "But I want you to inherit me, and I want you to kill me."
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
"Unless you kill me, I will kill you," Yang Yanshe went crazy: "Yes, how about killing the whole family and forging a sword for each person?"
"No! Dad!" Yang Yantieli took a step back: "I will never do such a treasonous thing!" He begged: "Dad, put down the sword and retire. You have reached the pinnacle and left your name in history. You can retire. ."
"If I don't die, I will want to go to the next level." Yang Yanshe gasped excitedly: "If I don't die, I don't know what I will do next." He raised his voice: "If I don't die, I It will be more painful, and I will want to make a better sword!" Finally, he yelled with red eyes: "If I don't die, you will die!"
"You can't do this!"
"I──can." The sword was slashed down, and the sword wind hit his forehead.
Yang Tou Tie Li dodges in a hurry, but Yang Tou She can't kill him with one sword. The tip of his sword points at Yang Tou Tie Li and chases after him.
Yangtou Tieli was startled, and with a thought in his mind, he ran into the sword-making hall. What he was thinking was: "There are weapons in the Sword Forging Hall, which can at least injure dad and prevent him from committing crimes again."
Yang Sheshe also ran into the sword-making hall and said with a smile: "My child, you are finally going to kill me."
Yang Tieli picked up the sledgehammer on the iron frame and found it difficult.
"Okay! I'm here!" Yang Toishe shouted, ran towards Tie Li, raised the newly made "Long Wen" sword, and chopped off Tie Li's shoulder with all his strength.
Yang Ton Tie Li felt anxious and used all his strength to swing the sledgehammer towards Yang Ton She She.
"Long Wen" suddenly stopped in mid-air, exuding a sad air. Yang Yanshe couldn't control the sword and cursed angrily: "Long Wen! You don't obey your father's orders?" Between the electric light and flint, Yang Yanshe's head Broken.
Yang Yanshe's brains flowed out and he fell to the ground.
"Longwen" vibrated slightly on the ground and made a mournful sound.
Yang Ton Tie Li stood there blankly with a sledgehammer hanging in his hand.
The madness on Yang Yanshe's face has disappeared, and he is unable to straighten his twisted body, but he still smiles with satisfaction, ignores the bloody head, and reluctantly says the last words: "There are several ancestral swords in the bag. Books, must be read...throw me into the furnace..."
"Long Wen" lay on the ground, silent.
Yang Tou Tieli dropped the hammer and stared at the silent sword, the sword that contained the soul of his second brother Yang Tou Long Wen.
"Hurry...throw it into the furnace...or it will get cold..." Sheep Tongue murmured, her voice getting weaker and weaker.
Sheeptongue Tieli picked up his father in pain and threw him into the furnace that was as big as two people hugging each other. The extremely high heat quickly turned the skin and flesh into ashes and the bones into powdery sand, which was mixed into the molten iron.
He opened his eyes wide and watched his father's body disappear in the furnace, first the shoulders, then the chest and abdomen, and finally the two legs.
Tie Li saw a cloth bag on the ground, and there were indeed several ancient books in it.
These books are exactly the books for making swords.
The book that made Yang Toshe decide to use people to forge swords.
The book that caused the tragic deaths of two brothers, Yang Yan Jingye and Long Wen.
The book made Yang Tie Li's hands tremble after reading it.
The molten iron in the furnace lost the heat from the bellows and the fire, and its temperature gradually dropped. Yang Tontie Lixue carefully tilted the furnace as his father usually did, and poured the molten iron into the sword mold. The molten iron cooled, folded, and solidified, turning into a green-brown sword.
