empty.
This A-shaped sword furnace room that affected the interests and hearts of all parties was finally empty.
Ouyang Rong, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin and others turned around silently and walked out of the door.
Just after a quarter past noon.
Over the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain, the blue sword energy that originally shot straight into the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.
It's like it never happened.
White clouds, blue sky, clear sunshine.
The people who walked out of the sword furnace room one after another did not notice that the old man in sackcloth was holding a metal square seal in his hand when he turned his back and threw himself into the furnace.
All disappeared together.
They are still digesting the true name of the new tripod sword left by the old swordsmith.
"Is it made by a craftsman? It's interesting."
Wei Shaoxuan nodded excitedly.
Qiu Shenji carried the Mohist sword box on his back and turned to look at his crooked right shoulder. He seemed to feel that the shoulders were uneven. He shook his shoulders and suddenly nodded:
"There is so much sword energy in the box."
The man in sackcloth turned his head and said:
"Liu Lang, remember the name of this sword. Before Dingjian came into the world and met a powerful sword master, he was greatly influenced by the swordsmith.
"The true name given by the swordsmith is the entire true meaning of the sword, and even the sword techniques that may be born in the future can be glimpsed from the true name."
"Thank you, foster father, for the tip. What a craftsman, low-key enough."
Wei Shaoxuan looked at the sword box on Qiu Shenji's back, nodded with satisfaction, and reached out to touch the cold wooden body of the sword box.
On the side, Liu Zilin and Liu Fu quickly congratulated him.
However, a few people did not notice the surprised expressions on Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing's faces behind them.
Is this weird tripod sword called Craftsman? Why is it so familiar?
Ouyang Rong frowned and turned his head.
How come there is a... feeling of déjà vu when I encountered the final question in the examination room in my previous life, only to find that I had read it yesterday and knew the answer.
But right now, what matters is not knowing the answer in advance.
But what does this matter itself represent?
Ouyang Rong turned his head silently and looked at each other with the pretty girl who had received a gift from the old swordsmith and was just a joke to the old man.
"master……"
Ah Qing put her little hand into her sleeve to fumble for something, but stopped talking. Ouyang Rong frowned and shook his head, interrupting her.
"You two be honest."
Liu Zilin suddenly turned his head and frightened the two of them.
Ouyang Rong grabbed Ah Qing's hand, lowered his eyes and coughed.
Wei Shaoxuan did not look at them at all, and he flipped through the ancient Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures in his hands with great interest:
"Father, the old man just said that this is the sword technique of the 'Hanshi'. Is it true? How can it be a Buddhist scripture?"
Qiu Shenji pondered:
"Normally, the sword technique was created by every legendary sword holder in history after understanding the true meaning of the tripod sword. There are all kinds of strange forms.
“It could be a mental or oral solution, a ballad, a poem, or even a painting, it’s all possible.
“It’s not surprising that Han Shi’s Sword Art is from a Buddhist scripture.
"It should... be related to the Donglin Temple next to it.
"It is recorded in the book that 'Hanshi' was born in the Eastern Jin Dynasty four hundred years ago, and is the fifth tripod sword in history.
"If I remember correctly, this Donglin Temple was also built around the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and Donglin Temple originally had a unique mythological line."
"The tripod sword and any sword manual are important conditions for promotion to the sword wielder Juemai.
"Since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Donglin Temple has been famous for this mythical line. In addition to its close relationship with the Mei family and other swordsmith families on the Butterfly Creek side, the core of the sect may be this sword art of the 'Hanshi' .
"It's just that we went to see it a few days ago. Donglin Temple has long been cut off. As for the sword technique of 'Hanshi', we don't know how it fell into the hands of this old gentleman."
Wei Shaoxuan was thoughtful. After a while, he smiled heartily:
"No matter, adoptive father, we just accepted it. I didn't expect that the old gentleman would give us a big gift before he left."
He put away the Buddhist scriptures and waved his snow-white wide sleeves:
"Let's go, let's change the plan a little. Let's try Sanskrit first. How about Sanskrit? Then go to Donglin Temple to find a monk to translate. If it doesn't work, we plan to go back to Beijing as usual and observe Emperor Wen."
The swordsmith died, and the cauldron sword was obtained, along with an unexpected and precious sword art, and the foster father of a top-grade qi practitioner accompanied him to protect him.
Wei Shaoxuan stood on the lawn in the mountain breeze, with heavy repairs flying around, and raised his head and took a deep breath.
High-spirited.
At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly said:
"Mr. Wei is so happy, but don't forget the old man's last words just now, let A Qing go and send her down the mountain."
"Do you have a role to interrupt here?" Liu Zilin grabbed Ouyang Rong's collar.
He suddenly turned his head again and said flatteringly:
"Mr. Wei, this man is really hateful. Since it is inconvenient for Mr. Qiu to take action, Mr. Wei, you also have a bright future and it is not good to get your hands dirty...
"Leave it to me. You go and do your work. I'll take care of your worries. There's also this little girl named Ah Qing. I'll send someone to send her down the mountain right now."
Liu Zilin turned around and stared fiercely into Ouyang Rong's eyes:
"Killing me easily is an advantage for you, kid. I want to make your life worse than death, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Ouyang Rong looked calm and lowered his eyes slightly:
"That's a lot of bullshit."
Ah Qing looked at the old man with a haggard expression. Ever since the old man suddenly vomited blood in the sword shop, the old man has always had this calm and worrying expression.
Even if they were just about to explode the sword furnace and were captured on the mountain road by the man in sackcloth who looked like the god of war descending from the sky, the master was still like this, with no trace of sadness or joy on his face.
Especially after participating in the stabbing of Liu Zian in the sword furnace room, the master seemed to become more...calm.
The only difference is that he doesn't dare to face her and his mother.
Liu Zilin smiled grimly: "You will beg for mercy later."
Ouyang Rong nodded:
"What's the point of begging for mercy? I'm not afraid of death. But if it hurts too much, I'll yell for mercy a few times. But does this make you a useless waste? Is this the brain circuit of a bastard? If others beg for mercy, you are not a shallow bastard. Already?"
The young magistrate smiled as he talked.
Liu Zilin's face froze, just when he was about to speak again.
"No need to bother, just go ahead and chop off the head."
Wei Shaoxuan waved his hands without looking back.
He and Qiu Shenji did not leave immediately, but stood there, as if waiting for something.
Ouyang Rong's smile remained unchanged, "Your master has spoken."
Liu Zilin choked on his words and nodded vigorously:
"That's right. You can't have long nights and lots of dreams. Mr. Wei is still smart and cautious."
While Liu Zilin was flattering, he suddenly stretched out his hand to snatch the moonlight sword from Ouyang Rong's waist and pinned it to his waist. Then he turned his head and motioned to the eight Tsing Yi slaves behind him:
"Listen to Mr. Wei, drag him over and behead him. Don't let the blood spill on the noble man."
Liu Zilin turned his face again, grabbed Ah Qing's back collar with his big hands, picked up the crying and resisting little girl, nodded and said:
"Mr. Wei, I'm going to take this little girl down the mountain and release her now."
The smile on Wei Shaoxuan's face did not change: "I said, chop off the head."
"Yes, yes, chop off Ouyang Lianghan's head now. Don't be impatient, sir. I'll do it myself."
Liu Zilin nodded quickly, put down the delicate girl scratching the obstacle, drew his sword and walked towards Ouyang Rong.
Wei Shaoxuan sighed: "I am saying that all the heads, big and small, will be chopped off."
Liu Zilin was stunned.
Ouyang Rong's calm expression suddenly distorted: "Wei Shaoxuan! Why did you just promise the old man, go back on your words, do things to the best of your ability, and even lose face?!"
Wei Shaoxuan calmly shook his paper fan:
"No, no, no, I respect the old gentleman, so I didn't break my promise. I just promised that I wouldn't kill her, but I didn't say that I would stop others from killing her...
"Master Liu, don't you think so? This is your territory, and you insist on killing this girl. How can I and my adoptive father stop me? We, the Wei family, will not do this kind of thing where guests bully our master, eh Please help yourself."
"Yes...yes!" Liu Zilin's face stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head in agreement: "I want to kill you."
Wei Shaoxuan did not go to see a young county magistrate who had already been silently mourning for a long time, but was suddenly aroused by him.
He suddenly turned his head and said to Qiu Shenji:
"A man of great energy?"
Qiu Shenji nodded indifferently: "A man with great energy."
Wei Shaoxuan said cheerfully:
"Sure enough, I guessed it right. Old sir, old sir, the more you protect me, the more you deserve to die. A person with a strong temper, even if he is a little girl, has not grown up and has no cultivation, but just in case. .”
Ouyang Rong stopped looking at this hypocrite who regarded human life as nothing, and kept his eyes fixed on Qiu Shenji.
Being held down by several slaves in green clothes, he struggled desperately, holding his head high and gritting his teeth:
"You so-called qigong practitioners, do you just do these despicable and shameless things?! Betrayal of trust, bully the weak, and trample on justice!
"I knew your bottom line was low, but I didn't expect it to be none! Now you won't even spare a defenseless little girl!"
Qiu Shenji's eyebrows were slightly raised on his face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, but then he relaxed and became calm.
He wouldn't bother talking to ants about his military skills.
Qiu Shenji and Wei Shaoxuan didn't squint.
Ignoring is the greatest form of contempt.
Ouyang Rong suddenly understood a very high-priority rule in this world.
It was difficult for him to notice this rule in his previous life, and after coming to this world, he was busy going home before, so he didn't need to care much about this rule in the short term.
But if he wants to stay for a long time, the bloody reality will inevitably press his head high and face this rule squarely.
Unfortunately, it's a bit late now.
But having said that, in front of a high-grade Qi practitioner, there is no use knowing it earlier. At most, he can run away alone?
This game of fighting for the new sword seems destined to be beyond the scope of ordinary mortal officials.
"If Master Liu wants to kill him, please hurry up. We're in a hurry."
Wei Shaoxuan glanced at Liu Zilin, who seemed to have just recovered from his shock and hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, preparing for execution.
Wei Shao
Liu Zilin led the Qingyi family slaves and stepped forward to drag Ouyang Rong and A Qing to the edge of the cliff.
Ouyang Rong, who fell to the ground, turned around and said in despair:
"Ah Qing, I am too arrogant. I underestimated the temptation of this broken sword and ignored the existence of Qi Practitioners... I should not have brought you here carelessly."
"Master, it doesn't matter, it's all the same."
"What...are all the same?"
Ah Qingqing burst into tears and tried her best to show a smile. She still had the same soft and endearing voice when Ouyang Rong first met her:
"If it hadn't been for the master's appearance, my brother, my mother, and many other families in Longcheng would have died in the flood long ago. Wouldn't it be the same to die now as to die then?
"Speaking of which, Master has allowed us to live for a long time!"
she said happily.
Ouyang Rong turned his head, still not daring to look at her.
From being seriously injured by vomiting blood at the foot of the mountain to being beheaded by a knife, his calm face showed endless guilt and self-blame.
In Zheyiqu, he, the magistrate of Longcheng County, should have stepped out.
Ah Shan stood up.
Those who hold wages for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.
But now, not only are the salary recipients freezing to death, but Ouyang Rong can't even take care of the salary recipients' relatives?
"Comfort the master's fallacy." Ouyang Rong muttered with his eyes closed.
"Not a comfort."
Ah Qing wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his weed-stained hand:
"My brother is gone, and my master is leaving too. Ah Qing doesn't want to live alone, but he just can't bear to leave his mother. Fortunately, the sister-in-law that my brother likes is a nice person and should be able to take care of my mother."
Ah Qing became happy as he spoke and suddenly asked:
"Sir, do you still remember the night when Nu'er's family stayed with you for dinner at Donglin Temple?"
"Why don't you remember? You misunderstood me and took off my clothes stupidly."
"Ah Qing always remembers it!" Ah Qing was about to die, trembling all over and unable to help himself: "From the moment the master hugged Ah Qing and put clothes on Ah Qing, Ah Qing... just..."
"Just what?"
"Just...I will always be grateful for my kindness."
She tilted her head, not looking at him.
"Really, I'm also very grateful to Ah Qing..."
Ouyang Rong didn't know what he was thinking and murmured in a trance.
The two of them whispered and took their positions on the edge of the cliff.
Liu Zian turned his back to Wei Shaoxuan, with a gloomy and complicated face. He and the Tsing Yi slaves beside him drew their swords, glanced at Ouyang Rong and A Qing who were leaning together, and then looked back at Wei Shaoxuan.
His eyes flickered.
Ouyang Rong suddenly gave up all struggle and allowed the two Tsing Yi slaves to hold their arms behind their backs and press them against the edge of the cliff.
He raised his head as hard as he could to take one last look at the sky.
All I could see was a clear sky, and the midday sun was as bright as a needle.
Ouyang Rong tried his best to squint, his eyes blurred in the narrow field of vision between his eyes.
Are you going to die? You haven't had time to exchange for the blessing of going home.
But why...but not much regret?
Ouyang Rong smiled.
In fact, he knows deep down in his heart. He has always been like this. He knows everything deep down:
At first, he was looking for reasons not to leave.
Later, he began to look for reasons to leave.
Even later, I told myself that I was very disappointed with this world and regarded it as hell.
But as soon as Ouyang Rong learned from his junior sister that Longcheng still needed him very much, he still took the skirt knife and couldn't wait to return to "hell".
He found another reason not to leave.
And the blessing that seemed to come home from the underground palace gradually turned into a distant spiritual sustenance.
But sometimes, people will never see the distant place in their whole life.
Just know it's there...
Ouyang Rong raised his head and laughed.
In fact, he was aware of these subtle changes in his thoughts.
It’s just that I haven’t been willing to admit it.
Only when you are about to die can you understand your true nature.
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes slightly and gradually adapted to the dazzling sunlight. At this time, he suddenly saw a tiny white dot in the blue sky above his head.
This small white dot grew larger and larger in his field of vision at an extremely fast speed.
Ouyang Rong was stunned.
Immediately he saw clearly that it was a large bird soaring with its head high.
The big bird is all white, and its appearance is particularly weird, as if... it has more than two legs and two eyes.
What also surprised him was that there seemed to be a ball of... golden candlelight on the back of this big bird?
The sun is too strong at noon, burning your wings? Wait, this isn't a flame! This is a ball of... long golden hair blown by the strong wind!
Ouyang Rong frowned.
"Who gave you the guts?"
A cold voice belonging to a woman came from nowhere, as if speaking into the ears of everyone on the lawn.
Moreover, this woman's voice was a little stiff, and her elegant speech was a little unfamiliar, like a foreigner learning Chinese for the first time.
"who?"
While Wei Shaoxuan was still looking around in surprise, Qiu Shenji suddenly raised his head, his face changed drastically, and he blurted out:
"Xuezhongzhu! Why are you here?"
"Leave the tripod sword here, get out or die," she said.
The young magistrate, who raised his head vigorously under the blade and faced the sun, looked confused. The words "candle in the snow" sounded slightly familiar.
But immediately, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide and witnessed a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life...
Strong winds filled the mountains.
A golden-haired Vietnamese girl came from heaven.
(End of chapter)
