After dinner, his father took medicine and rested on the bed. Wei Jing leaned against the door rail to blow in the wind, called the old dog Ah Xi to lie at his feet, took out the eight hands, pulled out the scissors, and trimmed Ah Xi's stray hairs.
"Black steel, black steel, dark and shiny, it's a pity, it's a pity that the best sword steel in the world is not you." Wei Jing murmured to himself, and then added: "Even my father, my uncle, My second uncle doesn’t know, I’m afraid even my grandpa doesn’t know, only I know…Only I know…”
When Wei Jing said, "Only I know," he looked confused. He didn't know why "only he knew," but he didn't think too much about it. He just thought it was a secret that he was born with. He continued to mutter, as if speaking casually or reciting something: "To make the sharpest and strongest weapons in the world, use not black steel, but moon iron."
"Thirty-seven percent flowered copper, 25% gray iron, 16% red silver, and 22% human bone gold are burned with fire from the core of the earth for thirty days, and then mixed with starfish sand, cat blood, and boar bones. Refining nearly pure moon iron." Wei Jing looked at the moon and trimmed Ah Xi's miscellaneous hair while humming a tune and murmuring the string of sentences.
"I'm dreaming again. Let me ask you, where can I find Yue'ertie?" Wei Wen appeared at the door at some point and touched Wei Jing's head. He was also holding a bundle of long swords of different lengths in his hand. , a total of four handles.
Wei Jing was a little surprised and stood up quickly and said, "Dad, what are you doing out here? It's windy outside and your condition is going to get worse again!"
Wei Wen smiled and asked: "What is the first material for sword making?"
Wei Jing answered without thinking: "Wugang."
Wei Wen nodded and asked, "What's so good about Wu Gang?"
"Among all kinds of materials, black steel is the hardest, full of toughness, and not brittle. It can be a big advantage when it collides with weapons made of other materials. The black steel sword is tempered to the extreme, and the blade has great toughness. It can withstand heavy blows. It doesn't shake your hands, it's the best sword to use." Wei Jing responded quickly, this was the sword-making knowledge he had under the guidance of his father Wei Wen since he could remember it.
"Yes!" Wei Wen lifted up the knot that bound the four long swords. The scabbards of the four long swords were of different colors. Wei Wen pulled out the second longest sword. The blade was shining silver, and in the moonlight Under the illumination, bursts of silvery light are reflected.
This is a black steel sword. The sword is coated with silver paint to make it more beautiful. Although the silver paint will reduce the sharpness and murderousness of the black steel sword, Mr. Wang is not a swordsman after all, so he bought a pure sword from Wei Wen. For collection, to celebrate my seventieth birthday. Wei Wen mixed four kinds of silver paint to make this black steel sword extremely shiny and silver, which is an extremely superb skill.
"Then what's so good about Yue'ertie that you talk about all day long?" Wei Wen put the silver-white black steel sword into its sheath and looked at Wei Jing with a smile.
Wei Jing was stunned and shrugged: "I've never seen it, so I don't know what's good about it. But I remember that there is natural moon iron hidden deep in Ruyun Mountain on the border of Haitang Kingdom and Yinzhou Kingdom."
Wei Wen laughed: "You have only been to Lake City once. You were just a one-year-old baby at that time. How do you know about the mountain on the border between Haitang Kingdom and Yinzhou Kingdom? I have never heard of this mountain. where!"
"Dad──" Wei Jing retorted unconvinced: "There are a lot of things you haven't heard of!"
Wei Jing reached forward to draw one of the swords from Wei Wen's hand. Wei Wen turned sideways and drew out the shortest of the four swords, which was a long sword with a red scabbard.
The body of the red sword is a deep burgundy color, and when reflected in the moonlight, it shines bright red, like jewels and jade.
"Wow──!" Wei Jing was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a beautiful sword before, and asked repeatedly: "Why is it not so beautiful when I see it in the daytime? Dad, can you paint it?"
Wei Wen smiled: "Where can such good-looking paint be found? I mixed seven kinds of safflower colors into the copper melt. This is not good for the sword itself, and will also reduce some toughness, but the color is very beautiful. As a Ornamental swords are most suitable.”
Wei Jing was dazzled by the flowery bronze sword and couldn't help but ask: "Dad, does this sword have a name?"
"Of course not. This is a sword to be sold to Mr. Wang. Of course, he will take the name. We are just country swordsmiths. Why should we imitate other people's arty style?" Wei Wen said as he pulled out two other swords.
A broad sword was plain gray and very thick, while a dark green long sword had no light and some lines were engraved on it.
"Pure steel and green iron are both practical swords, and they are almost as easy to use as black steel swords! Pure steel is durable and cannot be broken no matter how hard you hit it. If it is broken, it can be repaired and joined easily; green iron has great toughness and is suitable for making. The thin sword is extremely sharp. It does not hurt when being stabbed or chopped off. If your hand is cut off, you have to lift it up to see. This kind of sword is the favorite of assassins!" Wei Jing opened his mouth and shouted loudly, I wish I could take those swords and swing them around wildly.
Seeing Wei Jing grinning from ear to ear, Wei Wen took out four seals from his robe pocket and pasted them on the juncture of the sword hilt and scabbard.
"Ah!" Wei Jing looked disappointed, knowing that he would not be able to draw his sword to play on the way.
"Don't yell, I won't let you play with Mr. Wang's sword. This is a sign of respect for the guests. You have to understand that this is the same for ordinary guests, not to mention that Mr. Wang is our great benefactor." Wei Wen warned again.
"Yes, dad, I understand." Wei Jing responded casually, took out his eight hands again, pulled out the black steel short knife, and dangled it.
"Don't be disappointed. When you come back this time, I will let you make a sword by yourself." Wei Wen said.
"Really?" Wei Jing's eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked again: "Dad, you mean the kind of formal sword, like the sword you make for guests? I can use black steel, Is it made of flowered copper or pure steel?"
"The remuneration given by Mr. Wang is very high, enough to feed us for several years! There are still some materials left in the workshop, plus what you bought from the city this time, you can do whatever you want. But I want to receive satisfaction from Mr. Wang You will be allowed to make your own sword only if you receive an answer." Wei Wen said.
"After all, you are still worried that I am causing trouble in Laihu City!" Wei Jing protested loudly, but he could not hide his happiness. After all, sword-making materials such as black steel and flowered copper are very expensive, and these swords are very sharp. They are all powerful weapons. For many years, Wei Jing has never had a sword of his own. The Eight Hands, which are like children's playthings, are the maximum allowed by the father.
Now his father has agreed to let him make a sword by himself, which is a big event worth celebrating. Wei Jing turned somersaults again and cheered loudly. He suddenly thought of something and said, "Dad! It's been a long time since I've seen you make swords so seriously. The four swords you made this time are really good. Didn't you say that?" Does everyone in Lake City have a good sword? Your craftsmanship is so good. I don’t think it is any worse than the two uncles. Why don’t you wait until you recover and use Mr. Wang’s reward to open a shop in Lake City? You will definitely make a name for yourself soon. Ha ha!"
"What's the use of being famous?" Wei Wen stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scabbards of the four swords. With an indifferent expression, he raised his head and stared at the moonlight and said, "You grew up here since you were a child, and you have grown healthy and lively for more than ten years. Little one. The original village is leisurely and peaceful, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and you are carefree. Wouldn't it be nice to live in peace here for the rest of your life?"
"A lifetime!" Wei Jing stuck out his tongue and touched his nose: "That's a long time..."
"This place may be a bit boring, and it would be extremely difficult for you to live here for the rest of your life. Ah Jing, of course I know you will get tired of it. Your personality is just like your dead mother's, fun-loving, trouble-making, fighting against injustice, and loving the most. Noisy..." Wei Wen looked at the moonlight, as if recalling the past, and smiled lightly. After a long moment of silence, he sighed deeply and suddenly coughed again and again.
Wei Jing quickly helped his father back to the room.
The moon was full and bright, and the clouds in the sky were moving like water. Wei Jing was lying by the window in the room, unable to fall asleep. From time to time, he would open his eyes and look around, at the moon outside the window, at Ah Xi outside, and at Looking at the sword-making workshop, I started to decide whether to make a dark black steel sword or a beautiful flower-copper sword like the one just now. It was really difficult to choose.
The night passed and the sky gradually grew brighter.
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"Sister Yu Xue! I repaired the grid again. It's very easy to use!" Wei Jing carried three grids on his back and panted through several alleys until he ran to Dr. Wen's house.
The old dog Ah Xi followed closely behind, shaking his tongue and panting.
From a distance, she could see Wen Yuxue and her mother putting dried vegetables into a large jar in a corner of the yard, adding salt and various seasonings.
"Here comes Little Wei." When Wen Yuxue saw Wei Jing running towards him, he stood up and washed his hands and stepped forward to greet him. He saw that Wei Jing was carrying a big baggage on his left back. It was his luggage for coming to Lake City, and on his right side he was carrying a big baggage. A long package, containing the four swords.
Wei Jing put down the net frame, gasped repeatedly, and then explained to Wen Yuxue how to use the net frame.
"Thank you, Xiao Wei!" Wen Yuxue took out a beautifully sewn little doll from her arms and handed it to Wei Jing.
"Huh?" Wei Jing looked at it and asked, "Sister Yu Xue, this is not you! I want a doll just like you to take with me on the road!"
Wen Yuxue smiled bitterly and said, "This is not me, this is you!"
"Uh!" Wei Jing looked at the little doll carefully again, and it turned out that it was somewhat similar to him. His originally slightly disappointed expression suddenly became happy again, and he shouted: "This is not bad, Sister Yu Xue, I Come to the lake market, you make another doll, make it look like you, put the two dolls together, it will look like our husband and wife!"
"You're talking nonsense again!" Wen Yuxue said with a bitter smile: "Xiaowei, don't try to meddle with me! You are good-looking and a famous swordsmith. You must have grown taller and stronger in a few years. The heartthrob of the village, sister and I will become an old woman by then, and if you are willing to call me Sister Yu Xue, I will be satisfied."
"How can anyone age so quickly!" Wei Jing retorted, "No matter what! I am destined to marry you, sister Yu Xue, as my wife. That's it, I will give the sword to Mr. Wang. Very soon I will be back soon, and when I come back, I will make a sword by myself, the best sword in the world, and then I will show it to you, and you will definitely fall in love with me!"
Wei Jing said loudly and squinted at the sun. The time for the multi-carriage ride was about to pass. As he spoke, Wen Yuxue sighed, looked at Wei Jing with a smile, and watched him leave.
"If that unfaithful person treated me like Xiao Wei, I would be willing to die." Wen Yuxue murmured in a very low voice.
The betrayer that Wen Yuxue spoke of left Xiaoyuan Village seven years ago and went to Laihu City to conquer the world. He has not returned yet. According to his family, the man had found a new love in Laihu City, started a small business, and had no plans to come back.
Seven years ago, Yu Xue was only sixteen years old, and she and that man were childhood sweethearts.
Wei Jing was only eight or nine years old at the time, so naturally he didn't know much about what happened. He only knew that there used to be a brother in the village who was very close to sister Yu Xue. After that brother left Xiaoyuan Village, sister Yu Xue also became less fond of her. laugh.
