Chapter 230

Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight: Sword Name Craftsman

The slaughter at the foot of the mountain continued.

A sword furnace room stood isolated halfway up the mountain, calm and tranquil. Outside the door of the Jia-grade sword furnace room.

More than a dozen corpses lay scattered, all wearing green servant uniforms.

The facial expressions of these trusted family soldiers brought by Liu Zian before they died were either calm as usual or stunned and surprised.

At this moment, seven or eight people were standing among the piles of corpses, either lowering their heads to wipe daggers and waist knives, or bending over to work together to move the bodies and throw them off the cliff.

The seven or eight survivors outside the door were also dressed in green servant uniforms, but their expressions were cold, methodically finishing up and cleaning the scene.

At the same time... they turned a deaf ear to the painful groans vaguely coming from inside the door.

After cleaning up, the eight green-clad servants turned around with their hands behind their backs and stood guard in front of the sword furnace room door.

At this moment, inside the sword furnace room they were guarding. Ouyang Rong immediately shook his head, clenched his fist, and pounded his chest, saying:

Liu Zian pondered: "The details of the birth of each tripod sword are only briefly mentioned in official and unofficial histories..."

"I used to work at the sword shop and helped the old man buy a lot of yellow wine; it was cheap and affordable, so I owe him half a favor. I might as well repay a little before I leave."

But Qiu Shenji's shrimp-bow posture looked more like he was clutching his belly and laughing, looking sideways with contempt.

"Eh, if you hide long enough, even the stupidest turtle's brain can grow a bit smarter. Third Young Master Liu is still too modest. Where is this shallow water? You are really a good turtle now; you can enter deeper water."

"Alright, get up." "Take another look?!"

He turned a deaf ear, his smile unchanged, and he even nodded significantly:

At this moment, he saw Ouyang Rong's fawning, bootlicking appearance, pulled up the corners of his lips, and revealed a look of mockery.

"A newly born tripod sword can only appear after it recognizes its master.

The Qi Refiner smiled and nodded: "It's Zhai Tian, it's the Prince Wei mansion." "Not everyone has to accommodate you." He said.

Zhai Tiansheng saw this, a look of great satisfaction flashed in the depths of his eyes, his interest quite high, and he said casually:

But immediately, he loosened slightly.

"I heard you say your mother is of advanced age. Go home and stay well, serve your elders, and don't run around everywhere like today. Remember that."

This unrestrained, unconventional, big-shot exclusive willful operation left everyone stunned.

"I know what you are waiting for. For a tripod sword forged with one's own hands, the swordsmith knows too much. Only by seeing him die with one's own eyes can the sword-wielder be completely at ease and truly possess the tripod sword, hahahaha..."

He said to the old swordsmith: "However, to turn the virtual into reality, there must be an 'object to contain the virtual'."

"Killing one or two is fine; it's just fighting and killing in the Jianghu. Finding some special methods to offset it isn't like being a legendary Celestial of the Divine Land, involving too much karma."

Also looked over with some suspicion.

The old swordsmith nodded casually, pointed to a wooden sword case lying quietly on the table, and said: "Laughing at a shallow-water turtle." Qiu Shenji smiled and nodded, honestly saying.

The room was empty. Only furnace ash remained. Everyone had equal opportunities.

"Third Young Master Wei has grace toward me and the Liu family. What is a kowtow? If Third Young Master Wei has any business in the future, please feel free to order! I will go through fire and water, through a thousand difficulties and dangers, and will not refuse!"

He suddenly changed the subject:

Everyone heard this and retreated to the door.

"If you can't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Is seeing really believing? If you don't even have this bit of comprehension, how are you any different from that idiot Wei Shaoxuan?"

Moving his gaze away, the Qi Refiner walked in front of Qiu Shenji, clapped his folding fan, and asked indifferently:

He glanced at the tearfully grateful Liu Zilin and narrowed his eyes:

The wine wetted the old swordsmith's messy, graying beard. He put down the yellow wine and said drunkenly:

"An ordinary... craftsman's work."

"You kid got it wrong. I didn't ask you to bring that young girl with the character 'Yue' embroidered on her forehead."

Qiu Shenji lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

"Old Grandpa!" Aqing's delicate face was covered in tears: "Please, save my master..."

The tone was playful. Bang--!

Justice.

"I would like to ask the old gentleman one last time, which tripod sword is this exactly, and how many uncast tripod swords are left?"

Only to see Liu Zian shake his head slightly: He smiled strangely:

Liu Zilin suddenly dropped Liu Zian's corpse.

On the other side, ever since Qiu Shenji followed the group to stab Wei Shaoxuan, he had been holding Aqing's hand, blocking in front, and standing together in the corner of the room.

"Go quickly, go quickly, I have nothing to give. See the guests out, see the guests out."

"You are a turtle with a master now, not the same as the wild ones. You have to be careful and watch your master's face."

Ouyang Rong immediately got up and followed closely behind Zhai Tiansheng. The old swordsmith laughed softly:

The muscles at the nasolabial folds on Zhai Tiansheng's face twitched. The Qi Refiner and others:...

Ouyang Rong's face flushed red, he drew his sword and rushed forward, the hilt fiercely stabbing Qiu Shenji's stomach, the blade held against his neck, threatening fiercely:

"Master, Junior Brother, old friend of the Mei family, I am coming."

He laughed a couple of times, then suddenly turned his head and said to Liu Zian, who was watching coldly:

"You were caught by your master, but he didn't kill you directly. You turtle are timid, unsure in your heart, and want to figure out your master's attitude first. That's not impossible."

Since then, there have been no more swordsmiths in the world who have mastered the Lulou sword-casting technique. Qiu Shenji raised his head, his expression calm:

"Alright."

Zhai Tiansheng lowered his head:

A "thump" sound.

"As for that young brat named Ouyang Lianghan, you can deal with him as you please, just don't dirty my room."

"It's not the battlefield, nor is it the Jianghu. It's easy to dirty the foster father's hands. Those tripod pressures are no joke. The higher you go, the more so it is, unless you are like those crazy fangshi, breaking the pot and running to the North Sea..."

The old swordsmith didn't answer, only glanced at the familiar moonlight long sword at someone's waist that he had cast casually before.

"Oh, almost forgot."

Ouyang Rong's face looked like blood-red rage, wanting to draw his sword to hack someone.

"Liu Ziwu, Zhai Tiansheng, Ouyang Rong... Heh, your father gave you interesting names. You name them after what you lack, right?"

"Zhai Tiansheng is just bad in this one way. Those hundred or so fearless young civilians just now were the same; they could only be knocked out. It's really troublesome. If you want to die, go die somewhere else..."

"Actually, it's all the same. Once Third Young Master Wei recovers this new tripod sword and becomes famous throughout the world, won't the name of Third Young Master Wei be linked to the Prince Wei mansion? Just wait a little longer... why worry about not becoming the person in charge of the Hemp Clothes."

Qiu Shenji heard this, his expression quite surprised, looked at this old craftsman he had met once before, and wondered in his heart why he saved him.

With his bottom line completely exposed, the veins on Ouyang Rong's forehead bulged. He really deserves to die, Ouyang Lianghan!

"Two brothers are dead. From now on, you are the new head of the Dragon City Liu clan, replacing the Liu family to continue cooperating with our Hemp Clothes. Kneeling to this young master so directly, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

"If you want to behead me, please hurry up. What's this 'take another look'? I've never heard of such a stupid request. Are you playing like a little kid?"

Qiu Shenji climbed up, lowered his head, and patted off the dust without speaking. What a piece of justice.

"But the most helpless thing is that before this, whether it was princes and nobles or the mythical Liu Zilin, everyone had to beg the swordsmith."

Wanting to hack. "It's called Craftsman's Work."

The old Wei man stood in front of the empty furnace, turned his head, and looked at the people who had tacitly stopped and were watching coldly in front of the door.

The furnace was empty.

The Qi Refiner waved his hand to interrupt, laughing and scolding:

Zhai Tiansheng turned his head to look at the old Wei man who was watching the show and sipping wine with relish on the rocking chair beside him.

"'Scholar's' sword technique." He said lightly. Liu Zian suddenly asked:

In front of the empty furnace, the old swordsmith lowered his head, patted the dust off his hem, and grabbed a red lotus sword seal from the table.

"Ugh!"

The old swordsmith's eye corners twitched, and everyone frowned in silence. At this moment, everyone retreated.

The Qi Refiner scanned up and down:

Regarding the favor of wine, the old man was exceptionally talkative.

During this time, he silently listened to the conversation between this young master-dressed Hemp Clothes disciple and Ouyang Rong—for him, it was information-heavy talk.

The Qi Refiner's eyes lit up, not doubting him: "Many thanks for the old gentleman's guidance!" "No wine to drink. Going now."

The Qi Refiner's voice came.

"The reason I didn't kill this kid who led the way is that the old gentleman sent a message asking me to bring back a live one."

Pausing, he squeezed a smile onto his face, his tone pretending to be casual:

"It's troublesome for you to fix this broken sword next time. Pick a place with no people. Don't disturb the villagers working and sleeping. Floods and mountain torrents one moment, fighting and killing the next, is it very interesting?

In front of the door, the Qi Refiner, Ouyang Rong, Zhai Tiansheng, and Aqing and others heard this, their expressions showing both heat and astonishment.

The old man stood up straight and waved impatiently at the crowd: "No matter, I can understand."

Qiu Shenji:

Qiu Shenji heard this and turned his head, frowned, and looked at the unfathomable Xianbei man in front, pursing his lips.

"Not familiar."

The young magistrate, who was coughing blood and laughing, now, because of the action of turning his head, had a blood line appear between his neck and the blade, getting deeper and deeper.

"As of now, it hasn't been accurate once. I hope our Third Young Master Liu can be slightly accurate."

The tragic atmosphere that had been brewing in the air for a long time suddenly vanished.

Clearly, this kid was looking up from bottom to top, but it gave Ouyang Rong the feeling that he was the one being looked down upon.

The hunched body in an extinguished furnace turned into flying catkins like a dandelion in the wind.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhai Tiansheng was confused: "But there is no sword in the case." The hand gripping the hilt tightened fiercely.

Corrected slightly.

Ouyang Rong immediately withdrew his hand, snorted coldly at Qiu Shenji who was sneering at the corner of his mouth, turned around on the spot, and lowered his head respectfully:

The Qi Refiner frowned, turned his face, and looked at his foster father for instructions.

The Qi Refiner laughed loudly, pointed at Qiu Shenji, and said to the people in the room: "Interesting, a good official!"

Zhai Tiansheng saw the guest off to the end, nodded, and guaranteed:

He gripped the hilt with his hidden hand and punched Qiu Shenji's stomach again, who was sitting calmly in front of him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he knelt on one knee toward Wei Shaoxuan, buried his head, and sobbed:

Qiu Shenji clutched his belly like a bent bow, but his eyes rolled upward, still staring at the furious Ouyang Rong, and said solemnly:

The Qi Refiner smiled and waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, yes, I will do anything for the Hemp Clothes and Prince Wei, even if I die!" "Get up, it was just a casual act."

"I heard from my foster father that you brought a bunch of people who didn't fear death and carried a pile of Heaven-Burning Shark Oil up the mountain. Are you preparing to blow up the sword furnace? To perish together?"

Junior sister hadn't mentioned some knowledge about Liu Zilin, perhaps because she thought he wouldn't need it before.

Ouyang Rong rolled his eyes to look at the Qi Refiner's expression, immediately cupped his fists, and corrected:

"Craft... man's work?"

"No, no, no!"

"I am quite curious. Do you have a grudge against the old gentleman, or do you hate the Liu family and hate the house and its crow? Why blow up this Jia-grade sword furnace for no reason? Is it because you can't stand me and the Hemp Clothes and want to ruin our good deeds?"

The painful groans of this new head of the Liu family... no, he should be called the former head, former head Liu Zian, were gradually disappearing and returning to silence.

Don't know why, he really, really hated the eyes of this Ouyang Lianghan, especially when looking at him.

The old Wei man, without looking back, threw himself into the furnace.

The old swordsmith curled his lips: "The sword case is not ordinary, otherwise why would I have you search the world for a Mohist sword case?"

But he didn't expect that the old swordsmith would raise the wine jar, shake the turbid wine in the jar, and say: The old swordsmith faced the young people and young girl by the main door.

Don't know who exactly he was staring at while instructing, or rather... was he saying it to everyone?

Zhai Tiansheng and Zhai Tiansheng choked.

"Such a good official, no wonder foster father finds it inconvenient to kill him directly." "Are you all wanting to ask its real name?"

"Except for those with exuberant Qi, the conditions for recognizing a master... Grade 9, sword technique, plus the real name, and it can appear in the world."

"Old gentleman, it's 12:15 PM!"

The Qi Refiner, Liu Zian, and others weren't too surprised; after all, today was special, and the old gentleman had no children.

"I dare not accept, I dare not accept. I come from this small place and am just a turtle in shallow water. Third Young Master Wei is the true dragon among men, the Qilin of the Hemp Clothes! A hidden dragon in the abyss, soon to soar to the nine heavens!"

After speaking, he bent down, took out a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture used to pad the table leg from under the table, and threw it to the Qi Refiner:

Liu Fu looked sideways and glanced at Ouyang Rong.

The old swordsmith shook the wine jar again, put it back on the table, his expression disappointed as he looked at the sky, and sighed:

A thousand years ago, when the First Emperor forged the second tripod sword in the world, the Lulou sword-casting technique explored and born by thousands of craftsmen was declared extinct.

"That one stolen by the Crazy Emperor, was it ever forged into a tripod sword?"

"My master's sect once had an ancestral instruction: myths are born in the mortal world, and my sword casting is the same, so..."

The old man smiled and shook his head, the next moment, suddenly said: The old swordsmith shook his head, looking straight ahead.

He teased, and joked to Liu Zian and Liu Fu in the room: Pausing, he added:

Ouyang Rong's peripheral vision swept, suddenly turned his head, and glared fiercely at Qiu Shenji.

Qiu Shenji interrupted: "How is it like marrying off a pretty daughter to an old man?"

"Many thanks to Sixth Young Master Wei for helping my elder brother avenge his death and cleaning up the unfilial descendants for my Liu ancestors."

"Old gentleman, rest assured, I will not kill you, I will send you down the mountain with courtesy."

The Qi Refiner's expression was slightly troubled, he sighed, and spread his hands:

He pulled up the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes: "Don't learn from your Seventh Brother again." "You are already the head of the family, and you are still fawning? My father used to appreciate Liu Ziwu quite a bit. In the future, learn more from your late elder brother; that is called keeping to one's duty."

Zhai Tiansheng, Ouyang Rong, and others frowned.

However, he looked sideways at the emotional Zhai Tiansheng in front of him, his gaze difficult to fathom.

One after another, gazes stared fixedly at him.

"It's still Young Master Wei and Mr. Qiu who have great magical powers, capturing this kid alive! Speaking of which, I am ashamed. My family and I have been harmed by him many times before, but we were powerless, so seeing him, my emotions were a bit excited..."

"So just leaving this live one is enough." "The sword is inside."

The old swordsmith said with a smile:

And inside the sword furnace room, the atmosphere quieted down for a while.

Actually, the two words that a certain young magistrate had proposed before, the old swordsmith had once liked very much.

Ouyang Rong didn't dare to move at all. The old man said indifferently: Wei Shaoxuan waved his hand: