The fighting at the foot of the mountain continues.
There is an isolated sword furnace room halfway up the mountain, and the weather is calm.
Outside the door of the A-shaped sword furnace room.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying horizontally and vertically, all wearing blue domestic slave uniforms.
The facial expressions of these trusted family soldiers brought by Liu Zian before their death were either calm as usual, or shocked.
At this moment, seven or eight people were standing among the piles of corpses, either lowering their heads to wipe their daggers or waist knives, or bending down to work together to carry the corpses and throw them under the cliff.
The seven or eight remaining people outside the door were also dressed in cyan house slave uniforms, but they had cold expressions and were finishing up and cleaning up the scene in an orderly manner.
At the same time... they also turned a deaf ear to the faint moans of pain coming from the door.
After cleaning up, the eight Tsing Yi servants put their hands behind their backs and turned around again, standing in front of the sword furnace door.
At this moment, they were guarding the sword furnace room behind them.
The new head of the Liu family...no, he should be called the former head. The painful moans of the former head Liu Zian are gradually disappearing and falling into silence.
In the sword furnace room, the atmosphere became quiet for a while.
"Plop" sound.
Liu Zilin suddenly dropped Liu Zian's body.
In full view of everyone, he knelt down on one knee towards Wei Shaoxuan, buried his head and choked out:
"Thank you very much, Mr. Wei Liu, for helping my eldest brother avenge himself and cleaning up the unfilial descendants of my ancestors of the Liu family."
Wei Shaoxuan waved his hand:
"Get up and do whatever you want."
Then he glanced at Liu Zilin, who was crying with gratitude, and squinted:
"My two brothers are dead. From now on, you are the new head of the Liu family in Longcheng. You will continue to cooperate with our Wei family in place of the Liu family. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to kneel directly to me like this?"
The tone is playful.
Liu Zilin immediately shook his head, clenched his fists and beat his chest:
"Young Master Wei Liu is kind to me and the Liu family, so kneeling down to express your gratitude is nothing. If you have something to do with Young Master Wei Liu, please feel free to give me your orders! I will go through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and I will not hesitate to do anything!"
Liu Fu glanced sideways and glanced at Liu Zilin.
Wei Shaoxuan smiled and nodded: "It's the Wei family, the palace of Prince Wei."
A small correction.
Liu Zilin rolled his eyes and looked at Wei Shaoxuan's face, and immediately clasped his fists and corrected:
"Yes, yes, I will fight to the death of the Wei family and the King of Wei!"
After a pause, he forced a smile on his face and said in a casual tone:
"Actually, it's all the same. When the Sixth Young Master Wei regains the new tripod sword and becomes famous all over the world, wouldn't the name of the Sixth Young Master Wei be linked to the Palace of the Prince of Wei? Wait a little longer... Why can't he become the Wei family's talker? "
"Okay, get up."
Wei Shaoxuan waved his hand to interrupt and cursed with a smile:
"You are already the head of the family, and you are still trying to flatter him? My father once admired Liu Ziwen very much. In the future, you should learn more from your dead brother, especially when it comes to keeping one's own integrity."
He raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't learn from your second brother again."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Liu Zilin stood up immediately and followed Wei Shaoxuan step by step.
When Wei Shaoxuan saw this, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he was very interested. He said casually:
"Liu Ziwen, Liu Zi'an, Liu Zilin...heh, it's interesting for me to name you. You should pick whatever you are missing, right?"
He laughed teasingly and joked to Qiu Shenji and Liu Fu in the room:
"At the moment, it's not accurate. I hope our Young Master Liu San can be a little more accurate."
Liu Zilin lowered his head:
"I don't dare to take it, I don't take it. I was born in this small place, but I am just a bastard in shallow water. Young Master Wei Liu is the real dragon and phoenix among people, the Linzi of the Wei family! The dragon lurks in the abyss, and it can fly to the sky in just a few days!"
On the other side, since Ouyang Rong had just stabbed Liu Zian with the gang, he held Ah Qing's hand, blocked the front, and stood together in the corner of the room.
During this period, he silently listened to the words of the Wei family disciple dressed as a noble prince and Liu Zilin - words that were extremely informative to him.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and squinted his eyes, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
At this moment, he saw Liu Zilin nodding and bowing in a flattering manner, and raised the corners of his lips with a hint of sarcasm.
"why are you laughing?"
Liu Zilin glanced out of the corner of his eye, suddenly turned his head, and glared at Ouyang Rong fiercely.
"It's just a shallow-water tortoise." Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded, saying honestly.
Liu Zilin blushed, drew his knife and rushed forward, stabbed Ouyang Rong in the stomach with the handle of the knife, put the knife on his neck, and said fiercely:
"You take another look?!"
Ouyang Rong covered his belly with his hands like a bow, but his eyes rolled up, still staring at the angry Liu Zilin, and said seriously:
"If you want to behead, please do it quickly. What's the point of saying 'take another look'? I've never heard of such a stupid request, and let this little brat fight?"
The young county magistrate was coughing up blood and laughing. At this moment, because of the movement of turning his head, a line of blood appeared between his neck and the blade, which became deeper and deeper.
"Oh, I almost forgot."
He ignored it, his smile remained unchanged, and he even nodded sharply:
"You are a bastard with a master now. You are different from ordinary wild ones. You have to watch your master's face carefully.
"Your master captured me, but you didn't kill me directly. You bastard is timid and unsure. You want to find out your master's attitude first, yes or no.
"Hey, if you have been stubborn for long enough, even the stupid bastard can grow smarter. The third young master of the Liu family is still humble. Where is the shallow water? You are really a good bastard now. You can go into deeper water."
His underwear was completely uncovered, and the veins on Liu Zilin's forehead popped out.
The hand holding the handle of the knife clenched tightly.
Want to cut.
But immediately, he relaxed slightly.
boom--!
"Well!"
He held the handle of the knife in his dark hand and punched Ouyang Rong in the stomach again, who was calm and composed in front of him.
But Ouyang Rong's bow posture is more like holding his belly in laughter and squinting in contempt.
The muscles in the nasolabial folds on Liu Zilin's face twitched.
For some reason, he hated Ouyang Lianghan's eyes very much, especially when he looked at him.
It was clear that this man was looking up from the bottom up, but it gave Liu Zilin the feeling that he was the one being condescended to.
You deserve to die, Ouyang Lianghan!
Liu Zilin's face seemed to be full of blood and anger, and he wanted to draw a knife to kill someone.
"okay."
Wei Shaoxuan's voice came.
Liu Zilin immediately stopped his hand, snorted coldly at Ouyang Rong, who was sneering at the corner of his mouth, turned around, and bowed his head respectfully:
"It was Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiu who were so powerful that they captured this boy alive! It's embarrassing to say that I and my family have been tricked by him many times before, but they couldn't do anything about it, so when we met, I was a little emotional..."
"It's okay, I understand."
Wei Shaoxuan smiled and waved his hand.
However, he glanced sideways at the grumpy Liu Zilin in front of him, his eyes unreadable.
Liu Zilin didn't dare to move at all.
Looking away, Wei Shaoxuan walked up to Ouyang Rong, folded his fan and clapped his hands, and asked lightly:
"I heard from my adoptive father that you brought a bunch of desperate people and carried a pile of Burning Sky Shark Oil up the mountain. Are you planning to blow up the sword furnace? Are you going to destroy both the jade and the stone?"
Ouyang Rong got up, lowered his head and patted the dust, but said nothing.
Wei Shaoxuan glanced up and down:
"I'm quite curious. Does the old gentleman have a grudge against you, or does he hate the Liu family and hate the whole family? You're all right, why did you blow up this A-shaped sword furnace? Could it be that you don't like me and the Wei family, and you want to harm us? A good thing?"
Ouyang Rong raised his head, his face calm:
"Please, next time you repair this broken sword, pick a place where no one is around. Don't disturb the fellow villagers from working and sleeping. Sometimes there will be floods and floods, and sometimes they will kill people. Isn't it interesting?
"Not everyone is going to accommodate you," he said.
Wei Shaoxuan laughed, pointed at Ouyang Rong, and said to everyone in the room: "Interesting, he is a good official!"
He laughed for a moment, then suddenly turned to Qiu Shenji, who was watching coldly, and said:
"Such a good official, no wonder my adoptive father couldn't kill him directly."
Wei Shaoxuan looked slightly embarrassed, sighed, and spread his hands:
"That's the only bad thing about Qi Practitioners. The same thing happened to the hundreds of stupid young civilians who were not afraid of death just now. They could only be knocked unconscious and restrained. It was really troublesome. If you want to die, just die...
"It's not a battlefield, nor a river and lake. It's easy to dirty the adoptive father's hands. Those pressures are no joke. The higher you go, the more so. Unless you're like those crazy alchemists, breaking jars and smashing them, running to the coast of the North Sea. …”
Ouyang Rong turned his head when he heard the words, frowned and looked at the unfathomable Xianbei man in front of him, and pursed his lips.
There is some knowledge about Qi Practitioners that the junior sister has not mentioned, maybe she thought he wouldn't need it before.
Qiu Shenji shook his head slightly:
"It's okay to kill one or two. It's just fighting and killing in the arena, but you can find some special ways to offset it. It's not the legendary divine being from China. It involves too many causes and effects.
"The reason why I didn't kill the leader was because the old gentleman sent a message asking me to bring him back alive."
Qiu Shenji turned to look at the old man Mai sitting on the rocking chair beside him, enjoying watching the movie and sipping wine.
Ouyang Rong looked quite surprised when he heard this. He looked at this old craftsman who had met him once before and wondered why he saved him.
Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin and others frowned.
He also looked at him suspiciously.
Unexpectedly, the old swordsmith held up the wine jar, shook the wine in the jar and said:
"You made a mistake, I asked you to bring this little girl with the word 'Yue' embroidered on her forehead."
The old man said indifferently:
"She used to work at a sword shop and helped me buy a lot of rice wine. It was cheap and affordable. She owes me half a favor. Please pay back some if you can before leaving.
“So just keep this one alive.
"You can do whatever you want with that brat named Ouyang Lianghan, just don't dirty my house."
Ouyang Rong:......
Wei Shaoxuan and others:...
"Old uncle!" Ah Qing's pretty little face said, "Please, please save my master..."
"Not familiar."
The old swordsmith shook his head, not squinting.
After a pause, he added:
"I heard you said that my mother is old. She should go home and stay well, serve in the high hall, and stop running around like today. Remember that."
The old man was particularly nagging in the mood of drinking.
Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji and others were not too surprised. After all, today was a special day and the old gentleman had no children.
Wei Shaoxuan sent Buddha to the west, nodded and promised:
"Don't worry, old gentleman, I won't kill her. I'll send her a gift down the mountain."
He suddenly changed the subject:
"Old sir, it's 2:00 noon!"
The old swordsmith nodded casually, pointed to a wooden sword box lying on the table and said:
"The sword is inside."
Wei Shaoxuan was confused: "But there is no sword in the box."
The old swordsmith chuckled:
"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean you don't have it. Seeing is really believing? If you don't have this bit of understanding, how are you any different from that idiot Liu Zian?"
Wei Shaoxuan frowned, turned his face, and asked his adoptive father for instructions.
Qiu Shenji pondered: "The details of the birth of each tripod sword are only mentioned in a few strokes in official and unofficial history..."
He said to the old swordsmith: "To turn the imaginary into reality, there must be something to pretend to be imaginary."
The old swordsmith curled his lips and said, "This is the sword box. Otherwise, why would I ask you to go all over the world to find the Mohist sword box?"
Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji choked.
The old swordsmith's messy gray beard was wet with wine. He put down the rice wine and said drunkenly:
"The newly born Cauldron Sword can only appear if it recognizes its owner.
"Except for those with strong energy, the conditions for recognizing the master... Ninth grade, sword skills, plus the true name, can appear in the world."
After speaking, he bent down, took out a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture from under the table, and threw it to Wei Shaoxuan:
"The sword technique of 'Hanshi'." He said lightly.
This unconstrained and eclectic boss' exclusive willful operation shocked everyone.
Wei Shaoxuan's eyes suddenly lit up, no doubt that he was there: "Thank you, old sir, for your support!"
The old swordsmith shook the wine jar again and put it back on the table. He looked at the sky with a disappointed expression and sighed:
"No wine to drink. Go away."
The old man stood up straight away and waved impatiently at everyone:
"Come on, come on, I have nothing left to give. I'll see you off, see you off."
After hearing this, everyone retreated to the door.
Qiu Shenji suddenly asked:
"I would like to ask the old gentleman one last question, which cauldron sword is this, and how many cauldron swords are left that have not yet been forged?
"Did the stolen bite from the Mad Emperor turn into a tripod sword?"
The old swordsmith didn't answer, and only glanced at the familiar moonlight sword on someone's waist that he had casually forged before.
At this moment, everyone retreated.
The house was empty.
The furnace is empty.
The old man in sackcloth stood in front of the empty furnace, turned his head and looked at the people who had silently stopped in front of the door and looked on with cold eyes.
He smiled surprisingly:
"I know what you are waiting for. The swordsmith knows too much about the tripod sword forged by his own hands. Only by seeing him die with his own eyes can the sword holder feel completely at ease and truly own the tripod sword hahahaha...
"But the most helpless thing is that before this, no matter whether they are princes, generals, or mythical Qi practitioners, everyone has to rely on the swordsmith."
Ouyang Rong interjected: "Why is it the same as my father-in-law marrying a pretty daughter?"
The old swordsmith's eyes twitched, and everyone frowned and was speechless.
The tragic atmosphere that had been brewing in the air for a long time suddenly disappeared.
The old man laughed and shook his head. The next moment, he suddenly said:
"Are you all going to ask about its real name?"
One after another, eyes were fixed on him.
The old swordsmith smiled and said:
"My master once had an ancestral saying that myths are born in the mortal world, and I forge swords the same way, so...
“It’s called craftsmanship.
"A mediocre... work of craftsmanship."
The old swordsmith faced the young men and girls at the gate.
I don’t know who I’m looking at and giving the instructions, or... I’m talking to everyone?
In fact, the old swordsmith once liked these two words that a certain young county magistrate once proposed.
justice.
What a fair deal.
Equal opportunities for everyone.
In front of the empty furnace, the old swordsmith lowered his head, patted the dust on his clothes, and grabbed a red lotus sword seal on the table.
"Master and junior brother, I am an old friend of the Mei family. I am here."
The old man in sackcloth threw himself into the furnace without looking back.
The rickety body turned into flying catkins like a dandelion in the wind in a flameout furnace.
Only ashes remain.
Since then, there has been no swordsmith in the world who has mastered Lu Lu's sword-making skills.
Thousands of years ago, when the First Emperor forged the second tripod sword in the world, the Lulu sword-making technique, which was born through the efforts of thousands of craftsmen, came to an end.
In front of the door, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin, Ouyang Rong, Ah Qing and others heard this, their faces were either hot or shocked.
"Made by craftsman?"
(End of chapter)
