The light soared into the sky, and experienced people including Shao Jian and Yun Xiyan were a little confused.
Forging a sword...is there such a light?
This doesn't look like the light of a forged sword, but rather...sunlight?
Brilliant, pure platinum, what else is there but sunshine?
Is it Gangqi?
Gang Qi mixed with sunlight... Tiangang?
Such a mighty Gangqi is rare in the world!
Immediately afterwards, before the light dissipated, a wave of air swept around with the light as the center. Everyone felt as if they were being swept by this air.
Yun Xiyan was not surprised but happy, secretly thinking: This time it’s right!
This is the sword-making style!
That kind of oppressive air wave is not Qi or Gang, it is sword energy!
Sword essence is a power that exceeds the level of internal force and Gangqi. It has reached the realm of "water". It has strength and quality. It is the highest level of "force" in the world now. It also exists in the sword from the beginning, waiting for the swordsman to absorb the power.
, is the "source of power" used by swordsmen to move mountains and seas.
When the sword was forged, the huge sword element condensed for the first time and was injected into the sword body. It was not yet stable, and it did not feel that part of the power was escaping to the outside world. This was just a part of the scraps of the condensed sword element, similar to what mist does to the sword.
Boiling water is still thrilling, because it is an essential crushing of Gang Qi and internal force. It is a baptism of power that can annihilate life and drive away souls.
When the sword-making wind rises, the sword-making furnace goes out.
The sword is forged!
Everyone didn't even see the shape of the sword furnace clearly before they saw the light and air waves settling down. The fire in the sword furnace was completely extinguished.
Immediately afterwards, there was a period of silence after the storm. This silence actually only lasted a short time. The gravel and dust blown up from the sky did not have time to fall to the ground, but the people watching outside felt that it had been a long time, as if it had passed.
A few days are normal.
Finally, Yun Xiyan was overjoyed and said loudly:
"Congratulations!"
Almost seven or eight people spoke at the same time, with different voices, different accents, and different tones, but thousands of words came from all directions, and in the end they only turned into one sentence:
"Congratulations!"
Congratulations for what?
Naturally, congratulations for the fact that there is one more swordsmith in the world. There will be one more swordsman in the future, one more strength to fight against evil, and one more hope for the people suffering in the disaster.
From this point of view, as long as you are still a human being, you should abandon your emotions and stance and sincerely say "congratulations" to the birth of a sword.
Boom!
The sound of "congratulations" seemed to open the valve that stopped time, and everything returned to normal. The light dissipated, the air calmed down, and the roofs and walls blown up by the air waves turned into broken walls and fell down, forming a rough wall again.
, blocking everyone's view of the sword.
Everyone was speechless for a while - what is this? He came out after calling for thousands of times, but still half-hiding his face with his pipa in his arms? Do you have to get close and peel off the stones to see the true face of Lushan Mountain?
"Quick, move the boat over!"
Amid everyone's urging, the strange-looking ship approached the pier at the end of the boardwalk.
Hula la——
The ship docked, and a large group of white cranes flew over and landed on the bow of the ship. They looked graceful, as if they were welcoming children, greeting guests for the owner of the villa. Immediately afterwards, young people came from the plank road, dressed cleanly and neatly, although they were not wearing red.
Hanging green, but with a somewhat festive color, they are the disciples of Zhuoyu Villa. They are not only the hosts who welcome guests, but also the witnesses who are excited.
Xue Yeyu, Fu Qinghuan, Qin Haizhou, Deng Chong, and Jiang Shenyi were all there. There was even a woman in red wearing a veil. Although her face was still hidden behind the gauze, she was undoubtedly with the disciples.
Xue Yeyu led his disciples forward, made a "please" gesture, and said loudly: "Welcome all distinguished guests to come to Zhuoyu Villa to witness our sword-making!"
After that, all the disciples saluted together. These disciples were all young and handsome, and they saluted neatly, just like a landscape.
The two young eunuchs looked at each other and made up their minds. Although the two were young and not necessarily outstanding in strength, they thought that they represented the official orthodoxy and their status meant that they should not fall behind others, so they could not help but push forward.
Go, plan to disembark first.
Fortunately, no one competed with them. No one, including Wang Fei, particularly wanted to be the first to get off the boat.
However, just as the two of them approached the bow of the ship, Xue Yeyu suddenly smiled and made an apologetic gesture, and said loudly: "Second senior brother, since you are back, you will not stand with us, but you have to be a guest for me.
Will they welcome you?"
Everyone was stunned, and finally someone in the crowd sighed: "Ye Yu, can't you pretend you can't see me?"
The crowd naturally divided, and someone walked out from behind. He was tall and thin. If you look carefully, you can see that this man is not very old, less than thirty, but he has already left five strands of long beard, and he has sculpted eyebrows and handsome eyes.
At first glance, he looks a bit like an immortal. If he were not dressed in common clothes, but instead put on a Bagua Taoist robe and a seven-star crown, he would instantly be called a "real person".
Xue Yeyu smiled and said: "Because my little sister understands you. If you dress like a cow-nosed old man, I will naturally treat you as an expert who has come out of the world and respect you. But if you wear this simple look, don't you want to be in the same family as us?"
Get close? Come down, my brothers and sisters all miss you."
The second senior brother, that is, Xu Zhongnan, Xue Xianyun's second disciple, was called out by Xue Yeyu. With a slightly embarrassed and resentful expression, he finally jumped off the bow of the ship and landed like a feather.
He was gentle and gentle, spreading his wings like a crane, and his upright gestures showed his grace. If a white crane flew on his shoulder at this moment, who wouldn't say in admiration: "I am banished to the immortal"?
When he came down, he smiled at Xue Yeyu and then said to the woman in red: "Third Junior Sister, are you okay?"
The woman in red, Zhu Ying, said: "It's okay. Senior brother has grown up." Her voice was actually quite lively, and she didn't sound like a stay-at-home girl at all.
Finally, the seven disciples lined up according to their order and said: "Please disembark the distinguished guests and go to the venue to appreciate the sword."
The two young eunuchs did not hesitate anymore, strode to the front row, and said: "We are the young eunuchs of Xuanshui Prison, and we have been ordered to come here to inspect the sword today. Master Xue Zhuang is successful in forging swords, which is a great thing for the country and the people. If
If Supervisor Xuanshui approves the imperial edict, no one in the world will be dissatisfied with it, and Zhuoyu Villa will naturally become famous all over the world."
Xue Yeyu hesitated for a moment. The two young eunuchs had revealed their identities to the reception desk when they went up the mountain. She had known about them, but she was still hesitant about how to deal with them. After all, the relationship with the imperial court was the most difficult to deal with, and
She had never communicated with Xuanshui Prison. The person who made the decision was not here, so it was hard for her to express her position.
Fortunately, Xu Zhongnan was at the forefront at this time, and he said with a smile: "Since you are the envoy of Xuanshui Prison, please get off the boat and have some tea. The envoy has arrived, and the villa is in full bloom."
Both young eunuchs returned the courtesy and said, "I don't dare, I have seen Master Xu."
That's right, Xu Zhongnan has the duty of protecting the country in Jiutian Dao Palace. He is a member of the National Preceptor, and the official is in the fourth rank. He and Xuanshui Supervisor are both within the imperial court system. They have their own set of etiquette between them, and they are not afraid of making mistakes.
Wrong. Xue Yeyu also understood this, and safely passed on the matter of dealing with Supervisor Xuanshui to Xu Zhongnan - obviously the second senior brother was one of his own, and although he was polite just now, he didn't agree to anything.
The two young prisoners disembarked, and the rest also disembarked in no particular order. Ju Tianxuan, who was as noble as Wang Fei, as old as Xun Nuxia, and as high-ranking as Long Yuan, disembarked at will. Only Xing Ji was at the end, and so on.
He didn't get off until everyone got off the boat, which also means breaking up.
Xue Yeyu wanted to take everyone to the designated venue. Although everyone agreed, they kept looking at the ruins of the sword furnace, where the sword was just born. Obviously, no one had the intention to go without taking a look at the freshly made swords and the swordsmith.
What venue can we have a seat at?
Xue Yeyu also felt that meeting the real person was the proper meaning of the question, so he didn't urge it very much. Then he saw the pile of big rocks move, and a stone was pushed open, as if a door opened.
The first person to walk out of the door was Xue Xianyun, wearing a crane cloak and neatly dressed. At this time, Xue Xianyun's face was red and he looked proud. His appearance was no different from half a year ago, except that he was slightly bald again.
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Everyone looked at his hands first and were disappointed when they saw that they were empty.
Xue Xianyun glanced at everyone, without saying anything in particular. At most, he turned to a few "old friends", and his pride was beyond words, and said: "Ah Zhao, come out quickly. Everyone is waiting to see."
A young man walked out from behind the stone gate. He looked tired but also excited. Because of his tall and straight figure, he still looked energetic.
When everyone saw him, they all applauded secretly, thinking: What a talented young man!
Xue Yeyu thought even more: Junior Brother Tang has gained a bit of immortality after not seeing him for half a year! Yes, he has lost a lot of weight and looks light and airy. It must be because of fatigue. It's strange, why didn't dad lose weight?
After praising Tang Zhao's talent, everyone noticed the sword in his hand.
It was a sheathed sword. The scabbard was dark in color, the same color as the hilt and calyx.
Everyone is not surprised. Wu Ke's sword is naturally self-obscuring, and it would not be very beautiful. However, the whole body of this sword shows a dark golden color. The golden color seems to be the same as the sunlight, and the dark color seems to blend with the earth. The low profile makes it more colorful.
, one cannot help but think that after the sword is unsheathed, it may be as bright and golden as the sun.
Although it was dark, when everyone got closer, they could feel the overwhelming momentum of the sword that had just been made. This was the sharpness of the new sword after it was quenched, and it was not as restrained. It showed that this sword was really newly made. The wave of sword making just now
The cause of the wind lies in this sword.
No wonder Xue Xianyun didn't hold the sword himself. It turned out that he asked his apprentice to hold the sword out. Also, a good apprentice is as worthy of showing off as a good sword. They just happened to appear together. This old man really knows how to put on an appearance.
Not to mention some people gritting their teeth secretly, several disciples stepped forward together and said: "Congratulations to my mentor!"
Xue Xianyun laughed loudly and said: "Same joy."
The two young eunuchs saw the sword and confirmed it. Thinking that the mission was important, they hurriedly stepped forward. The male young eunuch held out a brocade scroll and said: "Master Xue, congratulations on becoming the number one swordsmith in Yunzhou! Please
Signing in the Northern Sword Forging Record will give you the name of Forging Swords!"
Xue Xianyun was stunned for a moment and said: "Signature? "Records of Sword Forging in the North"?"
The female young eunuch said sternly: "Exactly. This sword-making record has been dedicated to recording the sword-smiths of the Jin Dynasty since the four great eunuchs in this dynasty. It has a history of nearly two hundred years. It records the names of dozens of sages, all of whom are
An instant choice to establish a sect. All sword masters in Shenzhou are proud to be on the sword-making record. Come on, sword-making masters, please sign your name!"
Although the two people spoke righteously, they were so anxious that they somewhat lost the dignity of the central government. The so-called rush is not a business. Among the people, those who were knowledgeable and concerned about Zhuoyu Villa could not help but frown secretly, wondering if there was something fishy in it.
Xue Xianyun hesitated and said: "That's right, swordsmiths have to sign..."
He suddenly turned his head, looked at Tang Zhao, and asked, "A Zhao, are you willing to sign?"