Seeing Lu Lieyang's head, the young man felt that it was a bit unreal.
How long had it been since this person had been gone that Lu Lieyang was dead?
"You, how did you kill him?" the young man asked in a trembling voice.
"One sword cut off his head, but his swordsmanship is really good." Zhang Yange said sincerely.
But after killing Lu Lieyang, the Eight Formations of the Burning Sun emerged...
"Is he really dead?"
"died!"
The young man looked at Zhang Yange and then at Jian Chen and said, "Don't kill me, I won't tell anyone!"
He obviously misunderstood and thought Zhang Yange was acting secretly.
"Let's go." Zhang Yange waved his hand.
"I really won't tell anyone!" The young man naturally didn't believe it and knelt down crying.
When he raised his head, both of them were gone.
The young man touched the gold in his arms, determined to find a stable place, please his wife, live a good life, and never wander around in the world again...
Ou Yewang was sitting on the threshold of the hall as before.
Ou Yewang's reputation was so famous that Zhong Mei, the swordsmith at the Sword Worship Villa, even studied with him for a period of time.
However, Ou Yewang felt that Zhong Mei's qualifications were dull, so he let him study with him for three years and then dismissed him.
Until Lu Lieyang came to him and asked him to make a knife for him.
At that time, Lu Lieyang had already gained a reputation as a chivalrous person in the world, so Ou Yewang did not refuse and spent seventy-seven forty-nine days to forge the long sword Fierce Sun for him.
When the sword was ready, Lu Lieyang killed his entire family.
At that time, Lu Lieyang had already contacted Watanabe. Watanabe didn't want too many knife-making masters in the Central Plains!
Then he asked Lu Lieyang to kill Ou Yewang as a token of approval for their cooperation. At that time, Lu Lieyang only wanted to get fame, money, and power!
He agreed without hesitation.
Making knives is fake, but killing people is real!
Ou Yewang survived by feigning death. However, his famous Daolu and his family were destroyed at the hands of Lu Lieyang.
He recuperated in the mountains for two years. When he came out, Lu Lieyang had become a righteous Guanzhong hero.
He asked Prince Xia's Mansion for help, but was betrayed by Prince Xia.
If he hadn't escaped quickly, he might have died in Prince Xia's Mansion. Later, he gave up completely and refused to believe anyone, hiding in this temple to survive.
He could only place everything on gods and Buddhas.
Doing a hexagram every day has become his habit. Today, he seems calm on the surface, but the urgency in his heart cannot be described in words.
Because he got signed again today!
Over the years, he has made fortune predictions twice.
The first time was today, and the other time was the morning when Zhang Yange came to him to make a knife.
Ou Yewang seemed to hear the chirping of birds at the foot of the mountain.
After lighting the incense, he saw Zhang Yange and Jian Chen arriving hand in hand.
And that head!
He staggered up to Zhang Yange, and Ou Yewang was almost leaning against Lu Lieyang's head to watch.
"It's him! It's him!" Ou Yewang cried.
Zhang Yange handed the head to him, and Ou Yewang threw the head hard on the ground. All these years of resentment made him pick up a stone!
Hitting that head again and again...
I don't know how long it took, but Ou Yewang finally finished venting...
"Have you finished venting?" Zhang Yange asked with a smile.
Ou Yewang felt a little embarrassed. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yange guiltily.
"Let's go." Zhang Yange turned around and prepared to leave.
Jian Chen looked at Zhang Yange in confusion, "Uncle Zhang, you don't want to forge your sword anymore? You don't want to practice your sword anymore?"
The joy in his voice was annoying.
"I won't train anymore," Zhang Yange said. "But I still need to practice my sword skills!"
"I'm sorry, I lied to you..." Ou Yewang was about to kneel down, but Zhang Yange lifted him up with a wave of his sleeve.
"It's okay." Zhang Yange smiled.
Over the years, Ou Yewang's skill in forging swords has long been wasted. In addition, the tendon in his right hand was severed that time at Prince Xia's Mansion.
Last time he deliberately hid his hands in his sleeves, but Zhang Yange saw it right then.
"You discovered it right then?" Ou Yewang asked tremblingly.
"Yeah." Zhang Yange nodded.
"Then you are still willing to help me?"
"You have a grievance. I happen to have time. Why not help if I can?" Zhang Yange said nonchalantly, "Besides, I killed a bastard this time and got a knife... I just don't like the style."
The shape of the scorching sun is very similar to drinking snow.
After hearing this, Ou Yewang kowtowed to Zhang Yange three times seriously.
Zhang Yange helped him up and said, "Let's go."
"Wait a minute!" Ou Yewang said.
"Can you let me see the blazing sun again?"
Zhang Yange handed him the knife, and Ou Yewang immediately became angry when he drew the knife.
"My dear friend, this Lieyang is my most satisfying work." Ou Yewang gently stroked the blade, "To be honest, I'm afraid I can never make a better knife than it.
And I can no longer forge the knife, but if you just want to change its appearance, I can do it!"
"Really?" Zhang Yange said happily.
Jian Chen…
"Well, I have a secret method that can do it!" Ou Yewang said with a smile. "My dear friend, please tell me your requirements."
After Zhang Yange finished telling Tang Zhidao's request, Ou Yewang nodded slightly, "It's true that an ordinary blacksmith can't do it. My dear, let me look at your hands!"
Zhang Yange stretched out his hand, and Ou Yewang looked at it carefully.
He also found a wooden stick and carefully measured the length of Zhang Yansong's fingers and palm.
"My benefactor, pick up the knife in three days!"
Zhang Yange suddenly stopped and said, "Don't risk your life because of the sword making. My helping you is secondary. The most important thing is because Lu Lieyang deserves to die."
"Now that Lu Lieyang is dead, I plan to go down the mountain to find a wife and a baby to inherit my mantle." Ou Yewang said with a smile.
This Ou Yewang is in his fifties this year.
But he looks like he is seventy or eighty years old...
In the end, Zhang Yange and Jian Chen waited at the foot of the mountain for three days. When they returned to the ruined temple three days later, they found a Tang straight sword stuck in the yard.
The knife is three feet long and the blade is straight!
Before, Lieyang's blade was red, but now it is normal and exuding bursts of cold air.
Ou Yewang sat weakly on the threshold of the hall. He saw Zhang Yange smiling apologetically, "I'm sorry, my benefactor, I lied to you again.
I have really lived enough. Once Lu Lieyang dies, I have no reason to live anymore. I want to go to that life to see my family."
"Where are your family members buried? I will bury you together." Zhang Yange asked.
Ou Yewang named a place, then leaned against the door of the hall and slowly closed his eyes.
Seventy-eight days later, Zhang Yange stood in front of Ou Yewang's grave.
According to his wish, Zhang Yange buried him and his family together.
Jian Chen glanced at the long knife at Zhang Yange's waist, and placed the tributes and paper money neatly.
"Let's go." Zhang Yange said.
"Yeah." Jian Chen glanced at his little Uncle Zhang.
At this time, he had a sword hanging on his waist.
The knife is longer than the sword...
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