Ding Ding, Dang Dang!
In the hot and unbearable secret room, countless craftsmen are busy making various weapons and equipment with sledgehammers and bellows.
Ye Qingxuan followed the old man's footsteps and walked slowly.
Craftsmanship Division.
The best blacksmiths, the best materials, and the most talents in the Northern Dynasties are all here.
In particular, there is also a world-renowned swordsmith—Ouyang Shuo.
The five most famous swordsmiths in the world are Yelu Yahai from Beidi, Zhangqiu Taiyan from the Magic Weapon Pavilion, Murong Zhuhai from the Murong family, the old swordsmith from Zangfenggu, and Ouyang Shuo, the first-rank swordsmith. .
Ouyang Shuo is the least well-known of the five great swordsmiths, because he doesn't know anything else except forging swords, he doesn't like anything, he doesn't do anything...
Fortunately, he still listened to the court's order, so Ye Qingxuan didn't need to ask Huangfu Taixin, as Eunuch Fu had already done it for him.
Not far away, Ye Qingxuan saw a group of big men sweating profusely and knocking on the ground.
The head of the strong man was unusually burly, with only an apron on his upper body, exposing his muscular spine. Because he had been roasted by charcoal fires all year round, his skin was not only dark and shiny, but also covered with various burn scars.
This is a dedicated reckless man, even if the celebrity in front of the emperor, Eunuch Fu, arrives, the other party will not raise his head.
Bang!
A slightly formed knife blank was thrown in front of the two of them.
The big man finally turned his head, glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and asked, "Is this what you want?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded, looking at the knife blank that was supposed to be burnt red, but now it was glowing with a strange blue light, and couldn't help being a little surprised.
"Don't worry, it's using Shenjing Iron."
Ouyang Shuo grabbed a large handful of beast crystal nuclei, threw them into the red charcoal fire, and then put the saber blank into the fire, and the raging fire kept melting the saber blank.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but nodded.
Eunuch Fu glanced at Ye Qingxuan with a smile, and asked, "Didn't you originally want to make some kind of embroidered spring knife? Why did you suddenly change the style?"
Before Ye Qingxuan could answer, Ouyang Shuo had already replied in a deep voice, "That's because this knife is better."
Taking the knife blank out of the furnace, Ouyang Shuo respectfully placed it in front of him as if holding a sacred object, and sighed: "I can fully satisfy the shape you want, but I never thought that this knife would be so ... miraculous."
The blue light is brilliant, like a crescent moon.
"If I have time, I can make it into a magical weapon!" Ouyang Shuo said firmly.
"You don't have time." Ye Qingxuan sighed, "Although I don't want to, but I will probably use it tonight."
"you sure?"
"Definitely." Ye Qingxuan was extremely firm.
Ouyang Shuo nodded, "That's good! Although time is tight, there is a secret method that can allow you to quickly achieve the unity of human and sword."
"How?" Ye Qingxuan asked in surprise.
choke!
The knife blank was handed to Ye Qingxuan.
"Use your blood to temper it!"
…
When Ye Qingxuan reappeared, it was already two hours later.
His face was slightly pale because he had injected too much blood just now.
Unexpectedly, that Ouyang Shuo used human blood to temper the knife, and used so much at one time. Ye Qingxuan donated blood three times, and now he is a little dizzy.
but…
Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, stroked the knife on his waist, and felt a sense of blood connection. Pull it out of the blade, everything in the world is not as charming as this knife——
The black scabbard and curved handle are like night, like a demon; the green blade is like a mountain, like a tree, like a lake in the eyes of lovers.
This is an indestructible knife, this is a knife that frightens the world, a knife that shocks the world... On the body of the curved knife, there is a poem engraved-"The small building listens to the spring rain all night".
Full moon scimitar.
Ye Qingxuan put the sword back into its sheath, with never-before-seen confidence lingering in his heart.
The taste of the world is as thin as gauze in the past few years, who made the horseback come to Jinghua
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty.
The low paper runs obliquely to make grass, and the clear window plays with fine milk to share tea.
Don't sigh in plain clothes, it's still possible to get home until Qingming.
…
Ye Qingxuan chanted this song "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty, but what flashed in his heart was the love tragedy between Qiu Xiaolou and Sun Chunyu.
Because of his persistence, this poem was also engraved on the blade.
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night".
With this poem, this knife can be regarded as a full moon scimitar.
Maybe tonight, it will usher in its first battle.
…
Hang Suya never imagined that she had just left for a few days, and the newly arrived Yuan Zhiruo died tragically in the room—the room she had at the beginning.
Now, the corpse has been encoffined and taken away by the Yuan family.
For such an untimely death, even her family would not want to set up any dojo, and would just bury the matter silently and hastily.
This kind of thing really shames another family that intends to become a big family.
Hang Suya sneered again and again, thinking back then, she was so naive that she was proud of stepping into a wealthy family, or even controlling a wealthy family, but now that she thinks about it, these people know the world's best, and at the same time, they are the most inhumane. In their eyes, only benefits, own interests.
After Heng Suya's return, she couldn't even see Yuan Zhiruo for the last time. She felt sad and remembered what she said to her back then, still ringing in her ears. With a love that cannot be turned back, he just wasted his youth day by day until he died tragically.
Could it be that I will be like this in my life
Or at the mercy of the master, become a pawn in a deal, and marry into the wealthy family that he hates the most
Zhao Qingting's annoying face flashed in front of her eyes, and Heng Suya couldn't help being upset, she got up suddenly, and wanted to leave this sad small building.
At this time, she saw a person coming in from the outside—
"Handsome Tianfan".
"Special Envoy Heng, long time no see."
"Shuai Tianfan" smiled slightly, revealing his beautiful white teeth.
Hang Suya was taken aback, snorted, and said, "I'm not a special envoy now. I'm a handsome guy... When did you know how to be polite? Don't call me 'Yamei' anymore?"
Since the real Shuai Tianfan knew Jiang Feiran, the special envoy of Lingyun Palace, he had also met Heng Suya, the special envoy of Fengyi Pavilion.
Almost causing disaster, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, smiled awkwardly, was too busy talking about him, and covered it up: "Sister Ya, don't laugh, I'm looking for you for business, brother?"
Hang Suya smiled lightly, her deep and black eyes flashed with a bright light, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ye Qingxuan's face was serious, and he asked in a deep voice: "Have you seen Yuan Laizhou?"
Hang Suya was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.