Chapter 219: 227. Golden Pill Shedding Mortality

227. Golden Pill Shedding Mortality

Ouyang Rong frowned.

He glanced at the skirt knife held horizontally between him and Xie Lingjiang.

Still not taken.

Ouyang Rong's expression converged, and he said to Xie Lingjiang, whose face was serious:

"Tell me... the worse one first."

Xie Lingjiang knitted her brows:

"Ru Shixiong, we have all been deceived by Liu Ziwen, by the Liu family!"

"The Gu Yue Sword Shop was just a front; the Liu family didn't know where they found an old sword-casting master of the craftsman Daoist lineage, secretly cooperating with the current Wei clan to cast tripod swords for many years!"

"For these years, the abnormal flooding of the Butterfly Creek downstream has mostly been related to the tripod sword in the furnace of the Gu Yue Sword Shop, absorbing water energy and disturbing the water veins."

Xie Lingjiang said indignantly:

"Immortal Lady Yuzhi also revealed that the Liu family used the first-hand information about the tripod sword affecting water veins obtained from the old sword-casting master, waiting for the flood to pass, to make a fortune in the disaster year."

"The Di Gong Gate, which collapses according to a strange rule every four years, is the Liu family playing tricks, and that Burning Heaven Shark Oil was also directed by the Liu family for Immortal Lady Yuzhi to arrange."

"Ru Shixiong, the flood and gate collapse that occurred when you were lying in bed at Donglin Temple in April was exactly the same."

Her face was anxious, her speaking speed getting faster and faster, shaking out all the secrets of the Liu family she had obtained from Immortal Lady Yuzhi like bamboo tubes pouring beans.

Ouyang Rong's face gradually became solemn, and he asked suddenly:

"Immortal Lady Yuzhi has been in a coma for so long, and Liu Ziwen is already dead. Could this tripod sword have stopped..."

Ouyang Rong's words paused suddenly.

Seeing this, Xie Lingjiang pursed her lips and tacitly said for him: "That's right, it's very likely that Liu Zi'an is still secretly casting the sword."

She turned her head and saw the senior brother's brows tightly locked, his complex expression of sudden realization, and murmurs came:

"For these years, the Liu family has been secretly casting tripod swords? Colluding with the Wei clan? Is there support from forces in Luoyang? Then... this makes sense. Liu Ziwen, ah Liu Ziwen, no wonder you are so bold."

"For the sake of the Liu family, you really can do anything, can endure anything, even being suspected of being wrongly killed by your own brother, without revealing half a word..."

"So, now it is Liu Zi'an who is taking over the sword casting. That's right, it should be like this. Liu Zi'an is the current head of the family. When I united everyone to dismember the Liu family, no wonder he was willing to sacrifice most of the important family property, throw away his face, and also protect the Gu Yue Sword Shop, and later was so flattering to me and the county government."

"Liu Zi'an, ah Liu Zi'an, what a hidden and humble person, you are different from the wolf-like Liu Ziwen, you are more like a poisonous snake, wanting to lurk and bite people..."

"Then the person you want to bite now is me, right? Hmm, it should be me. You and the Liu family have been waiting for the tripod sword to be born?"

Xie Lingjiang saw the senior brother's complex expression of locking his brows and sudden realization.

She lowered her head slightly, her face showing shame:

"Ru Shixiong, that guess you made a long time ago was right. It's all because the junior sister is dull and slow. You don't understand Qi refining, so you can only let me advise you."

"But I firmly denied it at the time, feeling that the tripod sword was too far away and absurd, how could a small Longcheng Liu family swallow an elephant... As a result, I misled the senior brother and missed the truth."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"This matter is not entirely your fault. If it weren't for the people involved in the Liu family, no one would have thought that the Liu family could cast the legendary tripod sword."

"And last time, I was not at ease, and still went to search the sword shop, but didn't I still return empty-handed? Liu Ziwen and Liu Zi'an hid this new tripod sword too deeply."

He lowered his head to ponder for a moment, reacted to something, turned his head and asked:

"Then the strange heavy rain and upstream rising water at the end of the plum rain season some time ago were also caused by this unformed tripod sword?"

Xie Lingjiang did not have much hesitation on her face and nodded directly:

"Very likely! The time when the Yunmeng water rose last time was too close to now."

"Ru Shixiong, after Immortal Lady Yuzhi woke up, she also revealed a very important piece of news."

"She asked about the date after waking up, revealing that the Liu family and the Wei clan agreed to take the sword on the fifteenth of this month."

"Immortal Lady Yuzhi also analyzed that the tripod sword will be out of the furnace tomorrow at the latest, no more than twelve hours..."

Ouyang Rong paced back and forth in place, turned his head and interrupted Xie Lingjiang's words:

"I said why the rising water is moody... Then what are we waiting for, let's go down the mountain quickly, don't dawdle!" He frowned deeply: "The sword is not yet formed, and it is already like this. If the sword is formed, what will it be like? Can the Di Gong Gate withstand this kind of mythological power..."

Involving the flood, he swept away the hesitation in his heart, grabbed the skirt knife handed by the junior sister with his big hand, and tied it to his waist.

Touching the familiar skirt knife, Ouyang Rong's palm subconsciously touched the jade knife hilt, and he took a deep breath in place.

I don't know why, after reaching out to take the burden "handed" by the junior sister again, he suddenly felt a sense of relief and spirit.

It was like sitting in a sleepy morning reading classroom during student days, suddenly a crisp bell for the end of class came from outside the room, and the sleepiness was swept away.

Perhaps... he had found another temporary reason to stay for not being able to part with it?

Xie Lingjiang saw this and wanted to speak but stopped: "Ru Shixiong..."

"Junior sister, what are you still standing there blankly for? Go, go prevent the Liu family from casting the sword... Oh, right."

Ouyang Rong was about to rush with the knife, paused slightly, his face dazed:

"You haven't said what the bad news is?"

Xie Lingjiang whispered:

"I have been looking for you for more than ten hours since I interrogated Immortal Lady Yuzhi yesterday..."

Ouyang Rong:???

At this moment, a morning breeze blew, increasingly highlighting the silence of the atmosphere.

In this Donglin Temple on Dagu Mountain, one hundred miles away from Longcheng County, Ouyang Rong looked up at the sky.

Blue sky and white clouds, bright and sunny.

Xie Lingjiang wanted to speak, but her peripheral vision suddenly caught something, and she jumped onto the flying eaves of the Buddhist hall.

Her right toe tapped the flying eaves, and she looked into the distance at the sky above the small isolated mountain on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, where there seemed to be a sword furnace.

The Confucian book-flipper looked up and watched the Qi.

Xie Lingjiang gradually widened her eyes: "Something is wrong, this sword Qi... Ru Shixiong, we seem to be too late."

"What are you looking at?"

Below, Ouyang Rong tried to jump, looking in the direction of Xie Lingjiang's gaze.

Only to see the sky on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, blue sky and white clouds, ordinary and strange.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly lowered her head and said, "Ru Shixiong mentioned the leaking vitality just now, is it repaired?"

During the speech, her hand silently reached into the intersection of the clothes on her round and bulging chest, taking out an ancient jade box.

Opened silently.

Two scallion-like fingers gently picked it up.

Ouyang Rong below heard this and was speechless, "What time is it, junior sister is still joking... Hmm hmm hmm!"

A red shadow flashed before his eyes, Ouyang Rong's words stalled, as if his mouth was blocked.

"Hmm hmm..." He bent down, his Adam's apple bulged, his two hands covered his mouth, and some difficult swallowing sounds came from between his fingers.

Xie Lingjiang handed over the water bag, Ouyang Rong grabbed it like a life-saving straw, drank it with his head tilted, swallowed the round object whole, covered his mouth and coughed, his mouth full of bitter and fishy taste.

"Cough cough cough, you... what kind of strange thing did you stuff into my mouth, what kind of strange taste, ptoo ptoo ptoo."

Ouyang Rong stared blankly and speechless, his fingers digging, trying to vomit it back.

But the pill had entered his stomach.

His words stalled slowly, lowering his head to look at himself.

Don't know why.

It seemed that something had changed.

But Ouyang Rong didn't know what it was.

His face gradually flushed red, and he couldn't help but reach out to pull open his tight collar to get some air.

"Why does it feel hotter and hotter."

Ouyang Rong found that his whole body was warm.

This was not a physiological warmth, but a trembling warmth that went deep into the bone marrow, and even the soul.

His body was like a house with open doors and windows, warm in winter and cool in summer, and now with a "bang," the doors and windows were tightly closed.

The space was closed, and the temperature gradually rose.

Xie Lingjiang took out a light purple handkerchief and silently wiped the mouth of the Ru Shixiong who was no longer "leaking vitality."

Ouyang Rong frowned and lowered his head, not reacting for a while after being wiped by the junior sister's fragrant handkerchief.

Even the taste of pickled radish in his mouth after being wiped by the light purple fragrant handkerchief, he temporarily ignored the source.

Until Xie Lingjiang put away the handkerchief and grabbed Ouyang Rong's big hand, he turned his head and frowned, wanting to shrink back.

"Ru Shixiong, look for yourself."

Xie Lingjiang interrupted Ouyang Rong, who wanted to speak but stopped, grabbed his palm, jumped onto the eaves together, and looked into the distance together.

The junior sister's palm was slightly cold and damp.

Cold, perhaps because Ouyang Rong's palm temperature was too high at this moment, so he felt her clean hand was cold.

As for the damp water stains on the two palms, it didn't seem to be his...

Why so much sweat? Prone to sweating constitution?

Just when Ouyang Rong's thoughts were flying, he suddenly felt a warm current coming from the junior sister's hand.

The warm current entered Ouyang Rong's body through the hand Shaoyang meridian.

It went up all the way, not scattering, and finally gathered at the temporal area, which was near the temple.

Ouyang Rong only felt a burst of swelling in the temples on both sides of his head, as if a drum was being beaten on the battlefield.

"This is..."

"Ru Shixiong, don't speak, concentrate, look into the distance..."

Xie Lingjiang's pretty face tightened, serious, this appearance was so serious that even the trivial matter of her palm sweating nervously had nothing to do with her.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the strange phenomenon on the small isolated mountain on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, one hundred miles away.

His face was dazed.

He saw a brand new world.

Or rather, it was the essential appearance of this world, which had been covered by gauze before.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood what he had added.

"Is this looking at Qi... However, what on earth is the Liu family playing at? Is this a strange phenomenon? Is the tripod sword about to be born?"

The old sword-casting master did not stay up late last night, surprisingly.

Went to bed early.

Although he lay down early last night, he was only half-asleep and half-awake, not sleeping soundly.

But old people are always light sleepers, so it didn't hinder his spirit the next day.

Regardless, having stayed up late for half a lifetime, he finally had a normal routine on the last day.

The old sword-casting master nodded and rewarded himself with another jar of wine.

Early morning, the sky was just brightening, the old sword-casting master opened his eyes, still wearing hemp clothes, went down the mountain, walked to the familiar breakfast shop with ease, sat in the corner, and waited for breakfast.

Besides waking up early, the old sword-casting master also spoke a few more words today.

Really rare.

"After you helped me send the things, did that little girl ever come to the sword shop again?"

The old sword-casting master asked Sister Cheng, who brought the noodle soup, calmly.

Sister Cheng, who was preparing to turn and leave, turned her head curiously, looked at the strange old man who took the initiative to speak, and wiped her hands on her apron:

"Didn't come back again. Aqing girl seems to live in a noble family on Luming Street now, the courtyard walls there are very imposing, I think, she shouldn't need to come here to work anymore, her brother has the ability to support the family."

Pausing, Sister Cheng brought a new jar of wine and placed it on the old sword-casting master's table. Before turning back to the kitchen, she recalled:

"Aqing also asked me to bring a word, saying that she received the things you sent back, will keep them well, and also asked you, old gentleman, to pay attention to safety, saying that there might be bad people here, if there is danger, you can find her, she will go to ask for noble people."

The old sword-casting master nodded and sat behind the table, drinking yellow wine alone.

Sister Cheng returned to the kitchen to get busy.

The sun was bright overhead, the weather was good, but today for some reason, the sword shop manager notified the sword craftsmen to take a day off, no need to work, but they had to wait in their respective sword furnace rooms during the day.

So not many people came early in the morning, the flow of people in the breakfast shop was very small, and Sister Cheng quickly finished her work and came out.

On the open-air stall, most of the guests had left, including the hemp-clothed old man with a strange temper, who also left with the new jar of wine for today.

Sister Cheng nimbly cleaned up the dining table and bowls and chopsticks, until she walked to the table where the hemp-clothed old man had eaten in the corner.

She gave a light "eh."

The woman looked around, and the table was empty.

That smelly-tempered old man did not leave the empty wine jar, nor the new money for tomorrow's yellow wine.

Don't need to get wine for him tomorrow?

The old sword-casting master walked into the room slowly.

Holding a wine jar in one hand, dragging a small wooden stool in the other.

He sat down in front of a sword-casting furnace that had been extinguished for many years.

Supporting his knees with his hands, he drank a mouthful of wine, murmured a few words, turned his head, and looked silently at the sword-casting furnace in front of him:

"Junior brother, ah junior brother, I asked you to discuss the head and the sword, and you cut off your own head without a word, and handed it to me together with the sword embryo with your own hands.

"This scene, I have often dreamed of it these years... Did you trust me so much?

"Actually, I just wanted to simply cast a tripod sword, I have been thinking about it since I first started blacksmithing when I was young, unfortunately, it seems I was born in the wrong dynasty.

"However, it seems that this Great Zhou Dynasty is not bad, there is a peaceful and prosperous age, and there is no lack of ambitious people, isn't the tripod sword about to be born?

"Master, junior brother, you didn't want to cast swords for ambitious people, but you forgot one thing, isn't the sword-casting master also an ambitious person?

"Without ambition, then what kind of sword are you casting? Isn't letting mythology be born from the mortal world the greatest ambition?

"What a Butterfly Creek, what a batch of Wu and Yue men, for the sake of casting a sword, I don't know how many good heads were lost."

He lowered his head, looking at the turbid water liquid swaying in the wine jar:

"Heh, you ask what I like to watch? After junior brother sent me his head, I really had a play that I never got tired of watching...

"That little girl with the tattooed face, heh, I actually have a fate with you, so what if I give you a future?

"No one would have thought that a dignified sword-casting master would be inspired by an ordinary female embroiderer to cast a sword.

"However, perhaps precisely because of this, you little girl accidentally became the prosperous person of this breath.

"Because of daily contact, I was influenced by her breath, and when casting the sword, it was also subtly influenced. In the dark, it can be considered that people and swords grow together, so naturally, it is a prosperous person? Mysterious and mysterious...

"However, that new magistrate is a bit strange, clearly not, but why does the tripod sword greedily eat his Qi? Is it another prosperous person of the tripod sword? Not quite like..."

The old sword-casting master shook his head and smacked his lips:

"It's just a pity that it is a leaking body, prosperous, and leaking, this naturally attracts Qi Refiners to 'watch', it is difficult to keep the opportunity, just making wedding clothes for others..."

He took out a metal block wrapped in grey cloth from his bosom and threw it on the table, sighing:

"Back then at the Lotus Tower of Donglin Temple, the three families pointed to the tripod and swore... One word is worth nine tripods, those who break the contract will die... This blood oath is really effective.

"Those Qi Refiners of the Lotus Sect of Donglin Temple have already tried their best, but they did not reach the Lotus Tower Alliance, and still received the curse of breaking the contract, and the Daoist lineage was broken.

"My master's sect is also fast. The Mei family was destroyed long ago, and I am the last one.

"It's just a pity for this Lu-Lu sword-casting technique, from the first tripod sword cast to the present, nearly half have been cast...

"However, there is still one sect. The first sword-casting technique created by the first sword-casting technique for the Yue maiden and the assassins of the six kingdoms during the Qin Dynasty, I don't know if it is left in the world?"

Murmuring for a moment, the nameless old sword-casting master looked south at the upstream Yunmeng Marsh, nodded in the air:

"Female Monarch Hall, the sect alliance of that year, I have already tried my best to return the tripod sword like the bald donkeys of Donglin Temple back then, destroy the pulse if it is destroyed, with a clear conscience."

In front of the sword-casting furnace, the old man turned his head back:

"This sword has been delayed for too long, too long, I, my master, my master's master, three generations of people.

"Forget it, knowing that you are tired of listening in the furnace, there will be no nagging in the future.

"Flipped through the almanac last night, saying today is auspicious."

After speaking, in the empty room, the old sword-casting master smiled and drank a mouthful of wine, suddenly reaching out.

"Go out, let the Qi Refiners of the world see you."

With a "clatter" sound.

The sword-casting furnace opened wide.

It was empty.

The room door opened without wind.

Outside the door.

Within a radius of one hundred miles, the sun was shining brightly.

But in the eyes of a certain type of person...

There was a blue sword Qi, rushing to the Big Dipper! ===== CHAPTER 220 =====