With a beckoning hand, Xumi is shattered, the sun and moon change, and the heaven and earth change.
Outside the guest house, there are the most ordinary green mountains and green waters, with high mountains and dense forests, green grass, especially the wide water surface, and the cool breeze. It is a good lake. After staying for a few days, everyone felt that the scenery was not bad. At most, it was relatively beautiful.
Common, not that out of the ordinary.
However, when the disguise on the outer tank wall was removed, revealing the real Jiugao Mountain and the real Zhuoyu Villa, everyone suddenly realized.
There is a difference between authenticity and fakeness.
Although the canned landscape is beautiful, it is like a bonsai, more neat and calm, but less truly natural and spiritual. What's more, Jiugao Mountain has its own soul and temperament.
The soul of Jiugao Mountain is the boundless swamp that seems to cover all the valleys.
The swamp is no more turbulent than the lake and sea. It is very quiet. The water is clear and shallow. The depth of the water is as quiet as a mirror. When the water emerges, it forms sandbars and quagmire. The edges of the swamp are covered with green and yellow reeds. Although they are lush, they are not fresh.
, pale in color and cold in temperament.
However, the swamp is also lively. There are graceful birds and wading birds swimming on the water surface with their feathers stretched out. Under the water surface, there are herrings, shrimps and lively Jinlin. On the sandbar, there are lazy turtles and crocodiles. The beautiful white cranes are standing there.
On the back of the ugly crocodile, black and white are clear, contrasting and unexpectedly harmonious.
The cold swamp is pregnant with vitality, with white mist and gentle water waves. This is the temperament of Zhuoyu Villa, with needles hidden in the cotton and flowers in the dark willows - this is really a fairy mansion with beautiful bells and graces.
Wang Fei was in a trance for a moment and was very surprised: Tang Zhaoduo produced works full of strange power and imagination. His style was unique and full of youthful and proud explosiveness. He thought Tang Zhao came from some wild place where cultures blended and the weather was violent.
Who was born, I didn’t expect to come from such a gentle paradise? Then how did he burst out with so many unique and whimsical ideas?
After just doubting it for a moment, he no longer had time to think about it.
His mind immediately focused on the edge of the swamp, surrounded by white mist.
The sword furnace is right there!
This is not what his eyes tell him, but what his heart tells him.
In the white mist, there was an inexplicable existence throbbing, affecting his mind, and his spirit vibrated, shaking into his soul. He hadn't felt this way for a long time, as if he had returned to a child who was full of inspiration but lacked defense.
Era. At that time, he was just a young man with extraordinary talents and innate inspiration. There were many existences in the world that could stimulate his mind. The world was rich and full of dangers for him.
Later, when he learned Xuan Gong step by step and became a swordsman again, this kind of excitement became rare. It was like closing his other eye, unable to see those terrible things, but it was a little less.
color.
Today, this eye has opened again.
However, there is only one line.
This kind of vibration should have reached the true depths of the soul, but then another kind of vibration offset this kind of vibration.
The sword behind him suddenly vibrated, and it hummed in the absence of wind. The hum was so low that it was almost inaudible, as if it was the same harmonious sound. And when the sword vibrated, his heart quickly calmed down.
What is it?
What is the excitement? What is the sound of the sword?
"Hey, can your sword protect you?" said a familiar voice next to him.
Wang Fei turned around and was startled, asking: "When did you come?"
It turned out that Yun Xiyan, whom he had not seen all day since yesterday, came to him again without any sound.
Yun Xiyan said categorically: "I've been here all along. I went up the mountain with you."
Moreover, I even took you up the mountain.
"I knew how could Brother Tang, such a spiritual person, live in such a vulgar place? It's so nice here. The swamp is so beautiful that it's worthy of him."
Wang Fei had doubts about his memory for a moment. Why didn't he remember that Yun Xiyan was always there? But then he shook his head, looked at Bai Wu, and said, "You said the sword is protecting me?"
Yun Xiyan explained: "This is the inspiration impact of the birth of the sword, and it is also the sword seeking resonance. The more inspired people are, the more shocked they are. But I heard that if the inspiration matches the sword, you will have a more wonderful feeling, not uncomfortable.
, on the contrary, it makes me physically and mentally happy. Of course, I have never caught up with it, so I don’t know what it feels like to resonate with a sword."
Wang Fei nodded. In terms of background, he was better than Yun Xiyan. However, after all, Yun Xiyan came from a powerful swordsmith. His chances of seeing swords being made were far better than Wang Fei's. He had seen a lot and was naturally knowledgeable.
"However, when you become a swordsman, you will not feel this kind of impact. The sword will protect you more closely, but will protect you quite actively." Yun Xiyan smiled and said, "My master said,
The Divine Sword has a spirit. You are already a swordsman. If you have a sword, the sword will not allow you to experience the benefits of other swords at close range. Swordsmen should be a little bit worse, but you are protected so quickly, which means you are not far from being a swordsman.
.”
In fact, she didn't say anything. In fact, stimulating the mind is also one of the quick ways to learn swordsmanship. If the newly born sword can resonate with Wang Fei, it may suddenly stimulate him to become a swordsman. Less so.
A lot of hard work.
It seems that this new sword does not match Wang Fei's sword at all.
Wang Fei was very surprised, both for himself and for Tang Zhao, and asked: "So, the sword of Zhuoyu Villa has been forged?"
Yun Xiyan looked at the blurry white mist and said, "It should be so. There is a swordsmith from Zhuoyu Villa."
Compared to Wang Fei's surprise, Yun Xiyan was only slightly relieved. The swordsmith was really not surprised by her. There was more than one in her family. Moreover, it was just Tang Zhao's elder and not Tang Zhao himself, so it was not worth being happy. Only
I was just happy to see that Tang Zhao had spent all his energy on the layout, tried his best to mobilize, asked for help from all sides, and spent all his favors. Finally, his energy was not in vain, and he safely forged this sword.
The white mist is so deep that we can’t yet know what’s going on. Only the impact that hits the mind shows that the sword is about to come out. The guests on the boat are in various shapes. Some are not protected by the sword, and they can’t help but lose consciousness. Those who are not affected, remain
Those who live in Qingming can be divided into two categories. One is like Yunxi geese protected by swords, naturally able to talk and laugh happily. The other is like some warriors who have no inspiration at all and have no chance to feel the malice of the world.
"Oh, it looks like it's been cast." The young female supervisor glanced at her companion, "It's a good thing that there is a swordsmith in Yunzhou. We won't care about it for a while, let's go up and claim that he is under the supervision of Xuanshui.
Become a member of the Northern Swordsmiths' Guild."
Her companion, a young male prisoner who is slightly younger than her, nodded. This is what they came for. In fact, among the four major prisons, the Northern Xuanshui Prison is really in decline, so much so that it has lost its authority. Otherwise, they would not take the initiative to come to the door.
.In the southeast, anyone who has the opportunity to forge swords has already respectfully paid tribute to the Qingmu Prison and the Red Fire Prison, and asked the prison guards to come and correct their names. It is not surprising that even the young prison guards who are on a mission have to pay homage to them. How can they be like them?
Are you taking the initiative to put opportunities in your face like this?
But since it has been sent, there is not a single swordsmith who refuses to agree - what's wrong with joining the organization? Your money will be confiscated. There are also benefits. How many taels of silver is left in the imperial court's sign?
The female young prisoner asked: "By the way, have you found out the direction of the sword?"
The male young prisoner held a ring in his hand. The ring was transparent, with countless carvings on the outside. A transparent bead inside kept turning, and said: "Not yet. This is a sword made by a novice, and the control of the sword's intention is not too good."
If you are strong and have too many worries, it should be chaotic and unpredictable...ah?"
The female juvenile prisoner was about to agree, but suddenly she stopped looking at the beads.
"Okay." She sighed.
You must know that the most basic thing for a swordsmith to make a sword is to completely cast a sword. As for the direction of the finished product, the sword's intention is left to fate, which is already contained in the sword. But a more skilled swordsmith can influence the sword.
Meaningful.
Yes, it's not about creating the sword intention, nor choosing the sword intention, but affecting the sword intention.
Sword intention is the essence of the sword, and it is almost exclusively related to the type of sword. At most, it is mixed with a little bit of the swordsman's will when mastering the sword, and will not be distorted by other factors.
But a sword type does not only contain one kind of sword intention. On the contrary, most sword types are chaotic and difficult to understand. They have multiple directions of sword intention, with different priorities. They just use stable materials to cast them into swords.
That will make a sword with unknown direction, wide adaptability, difficulty in progress and low upper limit. At the beginning, the number of swordsmen was small and there were even fewer people with inspiration. Forging swords in this way can increase the number of swordsmen and increase the immediate combat power.
, there is still a market. But nowadays, Xuan Gong is becoming more and more popular, and people with inspiration and talent are springing up in endlessly. The number is no longer a problem. It is best if a swordsman with a greater future and a higher ceiling can appear at a time.
The current sword-making theory generally believes that a capable sword-smith should make the sword's intention purer and its direction clearer through material matching, sword-making techniques, etc. in the sword-making process, so that the most suitable swordsman can be found.
Soar.
However, that method requires considerable skill, knowledge, experience and even luck. A swordsmith who is making swords for the first time should not ask for more. Therefore, the girl stopped so easily when she saw the direction of the sword.
The supervisor was still a little surprised.
"So the direction is..."
"Fire direction."
"Fire bias..."
"Not biased." The male juvenile prisoner confirmed again and again, and Fang said in disbelief, "Pure fire direction."
The female young prisoner was stunned and said: "What a coincidence..."
Just as he was talking, he saw the clouds and fog in front of him gradually dissipating, revealing a blast furnace tower that looked like a torch.
"Sword furnace, sword furnace appears."
"It's still on fire. It seems that the sword has not been successfully made yet."
"Ha, that means there is still a chance..."
Amidst the whispers of various onlookers, Yun Xiyan's heart began to chirp more and more.
It was clear that I was about to succeed, but the more I got to this point, the more frustrating it became.
A journey of a hundred miles is half-ninety, and these are the last few steps. Success or failure lies in...
Suddenly, a ray of light shot up into the sky and opened the roof of the sword furnace. It was like breaking through the dark clouds and seeing the sun!