Chapter 231

Two Hundred and Thirty-Nine: Scholar's Sword Technique

It was empty.

That Jia-grade sword furnace room that affected the interests of all parties was finally empty.

Ouyang Rong, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin, and the others turned around in silence and walked out of the main door.

It was just past 12:15 PM.

Above the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain, the clear blue sword Qi that had originally shot straight into the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.

As if it had never appeared. White clouds, blue sky, sunny for ten thousand miles.

The people who walked out of the sword furnace room one after another did not notice that when the Hemp Clothes old man turned his back to throw himself into the furnace, he was holding a metal square seal in his hand.

All vanished into smoke and clouds together.

They were still digesting the real name of the new tripod sword left by the old swordsmith.

Qiu Shenji opened his eyes slightly, gradually adapting to the dazzling sunlight. At that moment, he suddenly saw a tiny white dot in the blue sky above his head.

Even if later, he told himself that he was very disappointed in this world and regarded it as hell.

"Listen to Ouyang Rong, drag him over and behead him, don't let the blood splash on the noble." He put away the Buddhist scripture and flicked his snow-white narrow sleeves:

The Qi Refiner didn't look at the young magistrate who had clearly been mourning in his heart but was suddenly provoked into a rage by him.

"Candle in the Snow! How did you come?"

But when Qiu Shenji learned from Junior Sister that Longcheng still needed him, he still took the skirt-sword and couldn't wait to return to "hell."

"Leave it to me. You go do your work, I will share your worries. Also, that little girl Aqing, I will send people to send her down the mountain right now."

"No, no, no, I respect the old gentleman very much, so I didn't break my promise. I just promised I wouldn't kill her, but I didn't say I would stop others from killing..."

Qiu Shenji grabbed Kang Qi's hand, lowered his eyes, and coughed.

Only when dying does one see one's true heart.

At Zhe Yi Canal, it should have been him, the Longcheng Magistrate, who walked out. High-spirited.

"Ouyang Rong, I'll go take that little girl down the mountain and release her now. But sometimes, people never go to see the distance in their whole lives."

It was what this matter itself represented. He suddenly turned his head and said to Wei Shaoxuan:

Wei Shaoxuan looked at the sword case on Qiu Shenji's back, nodded with a very satisfied expression, and reached out to touch the cold wooden body of the sword case.

Kang Qi suddenly understood a rule of this world with extremely low priority.

"Liulang, remember this sword name. Before the tripod sword enters the world and meets a powerful sword master, it is too influenced by the swordsmith."

"You two be honest." Qiu Shenji smiled.

"Aqing has always remembered it!" Facing death, Aqing trembled all over, unable to restrain herself: "From the moment Master held Aqing and put clothes on Aqing, Aqing has... has..."

"If the Liu family head wants to kill, please hurry, I'm in a rush." Donglin Temple's expression stiffened. Just as he was about to speak again. Kang Qi didn't know what he was thinking, muttering in a daze.

On the side, Liu Zilin and Liu Fu hurriedly congratulated him. She tilted her head and didn't look at him.

Qiu Shenji laughed loudly.

His military path disdains talking to ants.

Qiu Shenji didn't look at this hypocrite who treated human life like grass anymore, his eyes staring fixedly at Kang Qi.

Qiu Shenji frowned and turned his head.

From vomiting blood and being seriously injured at the foot of the mountain to being beheaded under the knife now, beneath his calm expression was endless guilt and self-blame.

Held down by several green-clad servants, he struggled desperately, raised his head, and gritted his teeth: "No, no, no, behead this Ouyang Lianghan right now, Young Master, don't be anxious, I will do it myself."

Wei Shaoxuan and the Qi Refiner looked straight ahead.

But if he wanted to stay for a long time, the bloody reality would inevitably force his high-held head down and make him look straight at this rule.

Donglin Temple turned his face again, grabbed Aqing's back collar with his big hand, lifted the crying and resisting little girl up, nodded, and said:

Later, he started looking for reasons to leave. Wei Shaoxuan pondered:

"It should... be related to that Wei Young Master temple next to it." He suddenly turned his head again and fawned:

The Qi Refiner was calm and composed, shaking his paper fan:

"It's not comfort."

Donglin Temple nodded hurriedly while fawning, suddenly reached out to grab the moonlight long sword at Qiu Shenji's waist, tucked it into his own waist, then turned his head and signaled to the nine green-clad servants behind him:

Aqing reached into her sleeve to grope for something, wanting to speak but stopping. Qiu Shenji frowned and shook his head, interrupting her voice.

Aqing wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, which was stained with weeds:

Especially after participating in the stabbing of Liu Zian in the sword furnace room, Master seemed to have become even more... calm.

"Too much nonsense."

But why... was there not much regret?

"Many thanks for the foster father's guidance. What a 'Craftsman's Work', low-key enough."

Qiu Shenji's calm expression suddenly twisted: "Qi Refiner! How did you promise the old senior just now? Going back on your word, doing things to the extreme, don't you even want your face?!"

At first, he was looking for reasons not to leave.

"If I remember correctly, that Wei Young Master temple was also built after the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and Kang Qi once mastered a mythical extinct meridian."

"Sure enough, I didn't guess wrong. Old gentleman, oh old gentleman, the more you specially protect it, the more you deserve to die. A person with exuberant Qi, even if it's just a little girl who hasn't grown up and has no cultivation, just in case, you know."

"In the case, such heavy sword Qi." "What... is all the same?"

A-Shan stood out. She said happily.

Is it time to die? I haven't had time to exchange for that blessing of returning home.

"How could I not remember? You even misunderstood me, foolishly taking off clothes."

The bird was snow-white all over, looking exceptionally strange, as if... it had more than two legs and two eyes.

The Qi Refiner stood in the mountain wind on the lawn, his large sleeves flying, and he looked up and took a deep breath.

A blonde Yue woman came from the sky.

He tried his best to look up, wanting to take one last look at the sky.

Donglin Temple nodded hurriedly, put down the delicate young girl who was struggling, drew his sword, and walked toward Kang Qi.

Kang Qi's expression changed, he lowered his eyes slightly:

The noon sun was too fierce, burning the wings? Wait, that's not fire! That's a cluster of... golden hair blown by the strong wind!

"Person with exuberant Qi?"

Even when we were preparing to blow up the sword furnace just now and were captured one-sidedly on the mountain road by that Hemp Clothes man who looked like a god of war, Master was like this, with no joy or sorrow on his face.

Donglin Temple grinned: "You'll be begging for mercy in a moment."

He was actually clear in his heart about these subtle changes in thought. Donglin Temple turned his head back and stared fiercely at Qiu Shenji's eyes again:

"It could be a mental cultivation formula, a ballad, a poem, or even a painting. All are possible."

Kang Qi tried hard to squint, and in the narrow field of vision between his eyelids, his eyes were dazed.

The Qi Refiner glanced at Donglin Temple, who seemed to have just reacted from his astonishment, hurriedly stepped forward with a fawning smile, preparing to execute the prisoner.

"I know your bottom line is low, but I didn't expect there to be none at all! Now you won't even let go of a little girl who has no power to truss a chicken!"

"What's the point of begging for mercy? Death isn't scary, but if it's too painful, I'll just shout for mercy. But does that affect you being a useless waste? This turtle brain circuit, when others beg for mercy, you aren't a shallow-water turtle anymore?"

Kang Qi was stunned.

"Elder brother is gone, Master is leaving, and Kang Qi is unwilling to live alone, but I can't bear to leave Mother. Fortunately, the sister-in-law elder brother liked is a good person and should take care of Mother."

And what made him feel strange was that there seemed to be a cluster of... golden candlelight on the back of this bird?

He found reasons not to leave again.

But immediately, Qiu Shenji widened his eyes, witnessing a scene he would find extremely unforgettable for the rest of his life...

"Master, it doesn't matter, it's all the same."

A cold voice belonging to a woman came from nowhere, as if speaking in the ears of everyone on the lawn.

"According to the book, 'Scholar' was born in the Eastern Jin Dynasty five hundred years ago, the second tripod sword in history."

The Qi Refiner sighed: "I said, behead both the big and small heads." Donglin Temple's words were choked, and he nodded vigorously instead:

The swordsmith died, the tripod sword was obtained, and an unexpected precious sword technique was added, plus a foster father who was a top-grade Liu Zilin accompanying and protecting the way.

"Leave the tripod sword, you roll, or die." She said.

In his previous life, he found it hard to notice this rule, and after coming to this world, he had been busy trying to go home, so he could ignore this rule in the short term.

"No... no!" Donglin Temple's expression stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head in agreement: "I will kill her."

However, a few people didn't notice the surprised expressions of Qiu Shenji and Aqing. "Craftsman's Work, huh... Interesting."

It was just that he had always been unwilling to admit it.

Aqing said, getting up, and suddenly asked:

The Qi Refiner's smile remained unchanged: "I said, behead them." Donglin Temple's words were stuck, and he nodded vigorously:

Qiu Shenji carried the Mohist sword case on his back, turned his head to look at his slanted right shoulder, as if feeling the two shoulders were uneven. He shook his shoulders and suddenly nodded:

"Aqing, it was Master who was too arrogant, underestimated the temptation of this broken sword, and ignored the existence of Liu Zilin... Master shouldn't have carelessly brought you."

On Wei Shaoxuan's face, which was as unchanging as ten thousand years of ice, his brows gathered slightly, but immediately relaxed and became indifferent.

"Do you so-called Liu Zilin only do these despicable and shameless things?! Breaking faith, bullying the weak, trampling on justice!"

Wei Shaoxuan nodded excitedly. Donglin Temple was stunned.

And the voice of this woman was slightly stiff, and her elegant speech was slightly unpracticed, just like a Hu person first learning Han language.

Just knowing it's there is enough... "Who?"

"Ouyang Rong, this kid is truly hateful. Since Mr. Qiu finds it inconvenient to take action, and you, Young Master, have a limitless future, it's not good to dirty your hands..."

It's just a pity, it's a bit late now.

The sword techniques that might be born can all be glimpsed from the real name."

Kang Qi's delicate face looked haggardly at Master's expression. Ever since Master suddenly vomited blood in the sword shop, Master had always had this calm expression that made people worry and fear.

"Forget it, foster father, let's accept it. I didn't expect the old gentleman to give us a big gift before leaving."

"Just... just be forever grateful for Master's kindness." Donglin Temple suddenly turned his head and threatened the five people. Ignoring is the greatest contempt.

"Who gave you the guts."

Only to see the clear sky for ten thousand miles, the noon sun piercing like needles. Hua Xuanji, he saw clearly it was a bird soaring with its head held high.

Qiu Shenji suddenly gave up all struggle, letting the two green-clad servants tie his arms behind his back and press him against the cliff.

And that blessing of the underground palace that was suspected to be the way home gradually turned into a spiritual sustenance in the distance.

The game of competing for this new tripod sword seemed destined not to be something that ordinary mortals and small officials could participate in.

He and Qiu Shenji didn't leave immediately, standing in place, as if waiting for something. "The sword technique of 'Scholar' is a Buddhist scripture, which is surprising."

Why is there a feeling... like encountering a final question in an exam in a previous life, but discovering that I had brushed it yesterday and knew the answer.

Qiu Shenji turned his head silently and met the gaze of the delicate young girl who had received a gift from the old swordsmith and only thought it was the old man's bad taste.

"Let's go, the plan has changed slightly, let's go try it first. Sanskrit? Then go to Kang Qi to catch a monk to translate it. If it doesn't work, the plan will proceed as usual, continue back to the capital, and observe Emperor Wen."

"If it weren't for Master's appearance, I, elder brother, Mother, and many families in Longcheng would have died in the flood long ago. Dying now and dying then, isn't it all the same."

The Qi Refiner didn't look back and waved his hand.

"Normal, sword techniques are created by the legendary sword-wielders of every tripod sword in history after comprehending the true meaning of the tripod sword. The forms are strange and varied."

The Hemp Clothes man turned his head and said again:

Kang Qi turned his head, still not daring to look at her.

But having said that, in front of a top-grade Liu Zilin, knowing early didn't have much use. At most, run away alone?

The Qi Refiner was thoughtful, and after a while, he laughed heartily: "Master..."

The five people stood in position at the edge of the cliff while talking in low voices.

But now, not only did the firewood-carrier freeze to death, but Qiu Shenji couldn't even take care of the firewood-carrier's relatives?

"Just what?"

This tiny white dot, at an extremely fast speed, became larger and larger in his field of vision. "Distorted logic to comfort Master." Qiu Shenji closed his eyes and muttered.

Strong wind filled the mountain.

At this time, Qiu Shenji suddenly spoke:

"Is that so? I am also very grateful to Aqing..."

But right now, what's important isn't the answer known in advance.

Liu Zian stood with his back to Kang Qi, his face extremely complicated. He and the green-clad servants beside him drew their knives together, looked at Qiu Shenji and Aqing huddled together, and then looked back at the Qi Refiner.

"Ouyang Rong, you've had enough fun, don't forget the old gentleman's dying instructions just now, release Aqing and send her down the mountain."

This weird tripod sword, is it called Craftsman's Work? Why is it so familiar.

"Foster father, the old gentleman just said this is the sword technique of 'Scholar'. Is it true or false? Why is it a Buddhist scripture?"

The young magistrate smiled as he spoke.

"Since the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Kang Qi has been famous for this mythical extinct meridian. Besides having a deep relationship with sword-casting families like the Mei family on the Butterfly Creek side, the core of the sect might be this 'Scholar' sword technique."

"Master, do you still remember the night at Wei Young Master temple when the slave girl kept you for dinner?"

Qiu Shenji nodded:

"Is there any room for you to interrupt here?" Donglin Temple grabbed Qiu Shenji's collar. The only anomaly was that he didn't dare to face her and Mother.

"It's just that we went to check a few days ago, and the Wei Young Master temple's Dao lineage had long been severed. As for the 'Scholar' sword technique, how it fell into the hands of that old gentleman is unknown."

Donglin Temple led the green-clad servants forward to drag Kang Qi and Aqing to the edge of the cliff.

Kang Qi lowered his head to flip through the Buddhist scripture sword technique, and together with Wei Shaoxuan who was carrying the case on his back, turned around and walked away to wait for the heads to fall.

The Qi Refiner was still looking around in surprise, Wei Shaoxuan suddenly raised his head, his expression changed greatly, and he blurted out: