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"I dare not." Ou Chuyang made a haha, changing the subject, "I'll go clean up and buy some daily necessities tomorrow."

"I'll clean it up, just sweep the yard." Mu Wanqing said as she went into the house to clean it up.

As soon as Ou Chuyang picked up the broom, several young people walked in at the door.

"I heard that a young swordsman came today. Is it you?" A woman in red dress said to Ou Chuyang.

Ou Chuyang turned around and glanced at a red dress, and was stunned.

"That's great! I finally have a younger junior brother. I'm shouting from my uncle all day long, as if I have a big beard." Mei Aoxue reached out and pinched Ou Chuyang's face, "The skin is quite tender, it's fun!"

In an instant, Ou Chuyang seemed to have returned to the day when he first met his senior sister.

"Hey! Miss Chen is asking you, why are you so rude?" Several young men like stars around the woman in red dress shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Where did the local buns come from? I've seen my eyes straight. I'm afraid I've never seen such a beautiful lady like a young lady."

"I have seen the eldest lady, Mei Aochu, who is the new swordsman." Ou Chuyang came to his senses. Although the woman was quite pretty, her face and expression did not look like Mei Aoxue at all. She just glanced at a red dress in a trance and made him feel illusioned.

"I am new to you and don't understand the rules, so I'll spare you this time." Miss Chen said proudly: "Don't stare at me without my permission in the future."

Ou Chuyang was too amused and too lazy to talk nonsense to these people, so he said, "I understand. If there is nothing else, please come back. I will clean the yard."

"Oh! He actually issued an order to expel the young lady." Several young men started to yell, "Do you think this sword-making hall was opened by your family?"

"This is not a countryside. Is a swordsman very amazing?"

"Haha." Miss Chen smiled gently, "Do you think that pretending to be indifferent can make me look at you with admiration? Unfortunately, your eyes have betrayed your heart."

Ou Chuyang was even more speechless. He really couldn't communicate with these funny young people who lived in his world all day long. He said patiently: "I don't think there is anything great about me, nor do I want you to look at you with admiration. I just want to clean up early and let my wife rest early."

"No wonder you're so arrogant. It turns out that you have a family." Miss Chen said relentlessly: "I want to see how beautiful your wife looks and can make you look so arrogant and look no longer than others."

The other people also started to make a fuss, "Yes, yes, please invite your wife out for everyone to see her. As long as you have half the beauty of the young lady, we will lose. We will give you a drink to apologize to the evening."

When I met such a person, I couldn't say anything and couldn't beat him. Ou Chuyang lowered his head helplessly and said, "I lost... My wife is not good-looking and can't compare with the eldest lady..."

Before Ou Chuyang finished speaking, Mu Wanqing came and smiled slightly, "Mr., are there guests at home?"

Several young men around Miss Chen all opened their mouths and bulged their eyes, as if they had turned into a group of toads looking up at the swans. Her face was even redder than a red dress.

Ou Chuyang looked at the people who were in a panic and retreated in a panic, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Woman...

Mu Wanqing captured Ou Chuyang's expression and asked, "Are you blaming me for showing up in public and causing trouble?"

Ou Chuyang replied, "It was a little bit just now, but now there is nothing left."

"Oh?" Mu Wanqing continued, "Did you think of something?"

"I'm thinking, why do we learn swordsmanship work hard for us?" Ou Chuyang asked and answered: "It's not just for the sake of the swordsmanship, to avenge the world, to be free and free. If you are afraid of this and that fear, then what kind of sword will you practice? So, don't worry too much, it's best to be clear-minded."

Mu Wanqing felt something and pondered without saying a word.

"Clang!" Ou Chuyang drew his sword in his hand and pointed straight at the sky. "The sword is the king of all soldiers. He is straight and sharp, straight and straight, and is the most noble. Those who practice swords should be upright and upright, and move forward bravely. Let him be difficult and obstacles, and I will cut it open with one sword!"

"Good words!" Mu Wanqing also drew her sword in her hand, chanting while dancing: "Dancing and brushing the long sword, all the seats raised their eyebrows, drunkenly took off their swords, and sleeping in the high hall. She whistled at night, and her ambition was thousands of miles a day, and her crown sword was on the phoenix palace, and the tower ship served the dragon pool."

Ou Chuyang's heart moved, and seemed to have realized something, so he waved his long sword and danced with Mu Wanqing. The figures in the courtyard were graceful, with clothes and sleeves flying, and the sword light was erratic, and the hardness and softness were in harmony, and they were beyond the world and could not be divided into things.

The two of them had a heart-to-heart relationship, and at the same time they were intoxicated by a mysterious artistic conception, as if they had touched a trace of Taoist rhyme. The swords in their hands were dancing faster and faster, and they felt more and more happy in their hearts, as if they had been dancing the swords like this, and they would finally reach the other side of the road.

...

The next day, Ou Chuyang went to see Master Chen and listened to his arrangements for the sword casting.

Master Chen said lightly: "What you learned before is not consistent with my sword-casting method. So you need to refine the material for three years and then forge the material for three years before you can start making the sword."

"Haha." Ou Chuyang turned around and left.

Three years and three years, it’s still wool. The Chen surnamed clearly couldn’t tolerate him, and could not help Di Zhenjie’s face, so he took the guise of “Doing Different” to dismiss Ou Chuyang.

...

"Young Master," said the confidant subordinate: "Mei Aochu left the sword-making hall the next day, rented a house, set up his own door, and named it 'Mei Xintang'."

"As expected," Di Zhenjie smiled softly, "Master Chen is stubborn and cannot tolerate others, for fear that Mei Aochu will succeed in his studies and then replace him; Mei Aochu has high talent and broad ambitions, and is unwilling to be inferior to others; the two fights can promote each other more, which is a good thing."

"Young master's skill in controlling his subordinates is really brilliant, and I admire him." The confidant asked again: "Then let us let it go and wait and see what happens?"

"No." Di Zhenjie waved his hand and said, "Everything is difficult at the beginning. Mei Aochu has just started and needs help. When you come to visit, try to satisfy the funds and sword materials he needs."

"Yes, I'll do it right now."

...

After renting shops, hiring helpers, purchasing tools, and after a lot of trouble, Ou Chuyang got tens of thousands of crystals obtained by killing the scarred man in Pantailing. The start-up funds and sword-casting materials sent by Di Zhenjie were a timely help, which solved his urgent need.

Before making the sword, Ou Chuyang first built a simple human-driven generator, allowing eight assistants to step on eight wheelless "bicycles" to provide power output, and implemented his electrolytic water-generating oxygen-enhancing combustion method.

"Swish--" Ou Chuyang directly inserted the red-hot sword blank in his hand into the thick ice, and a large ball of water vapor emerged. Without the cold spring of Meiqixin, Ou Chuyang used the materials locally and used huge ice cubes as quenching agent. Although the effect was worse, it was good enough for a masterpiece with fine steel wrought iron as the main material.

Without Mei Aoxue's assistance, Ou Chuyang could not cast treasures alone, so he could only settle for the second best and devote himself to casting excellent quality craftsmen.

Although the value of a superb craftsman is several times worse than that of a good-quality treasure, it is the most productive and widely used mass products. After all, there are very few swordsmen who can afford to use treasures, and most people's lifelong pursuit is to get a superb craftsman.
Chapter completed!