The old man came over holding a long object wrapped in silk. When he walked to Li Qiuluo, he nodded slightly as a greeting to her. He looked at Xia Mi and Chu Zihang again, and glanced at Xia Mi who was holding a Mongolian scimitar.
Mi, then his eyes shifted to Chu Zihang, and he asked in a low voice, "Is it him?"
"Yeah." Li Qiuluo, who was standing aside, nodded.
The old man approached and faced Chu Zihang. When he stood in front of Chu Zihang, he was a whole head taller than Chu Zihang. His mountain-like body cast a shadow. His height was about 2.1 meters tall.
Supported by his upper frame and strong muscles, his unruffled self-confidence gained in his old age can almost crush people.
For a moment, Chu Zihang felt that the person standing in front of him was not a "person", but a dragon in human skin.
He had to raise his head slightly to look at the old man. After looking up and down at Chu Zihang in silence, the old man handed over the long silk-wrapped strip held in his right hand.
Chu Zihang didn't know why, so he could only stare at the old man who was much taller than him in silence, and took the things solemnly with both hands.
"The knife is very good, don't let it down." The old man stared at Chu Zihang who was holding the long silk strip, and nodded slightly to acknowledge the young man.
After saying these simple words, he stepped back, turned to look at Li Qiuluo and said slowly, "There are still important things in the furnace for tempering, so there is no need to delay."
Afterwards, he said to the person in charge of the project team who was in the quail-like tin can not far away, "Come to my casting room later."
After saying that, leaving the project team leader with a sad face, the old man turned around and walked towards the elevator where he came from without looking back.
The moment he took the long silk strip, Chu Zihang actually understood what was in his hand. His expression was slightly touched, but he did not untie the silk immediately until Li Qiuluo on the side said slowly, "Open it, this is
Your principal personally sent a letter to the orthodox Tianji Pavilion. Please trouble us to repair something. I think its original owner will be very satisfied with its current appearance."
Chu Zihang glanced at Li Qiuluo, lowered his head and slowly untied the silk on the long strip, and took out the famous sword with a new scabbard from it.
It is made of steel butcher's knife. The blade pattern is called "Inazuma" and has an electric light-shaped fold. This sword was once sung by the playwright Kottei Maqin in the Edo period of Japan in "The Legend of the Eight Dogs Nanso Satomi". The Goddess
Knife Murasame.
"The gold-titanium alloy and the original alchemical metal are re-melted through the folding and forging process. The knife is still the same knife, but it has been melted and forged almost from scratch, from zero to whole, the broken parts are integrated into one, and then re-forged.
Shaping, completely erasing the history of the 'Destroyed Sword'. The craftsmanship that can be so perfect that even the owner of the weapon cannot feel the slightest difference can only be accomplished by the minister of Tianji Pavilion," Li Qiuluo said.
Amidst the sound of clear water flowing, Chu Zihang pulled out Murasame from the scabbard. It was exactly the same as the imperial sword that he had maintained and oiled more than a thousand times in his memory. From the weight to the curvature of the blade, it was undergoing repairs.
There has been no increase or decrease since then. The fracture that was originally broken by the King of Earth and Mountain is as brand new without any trace. The only difference is that the electric light-shaped folds are now the color of dark gold, which also shows that
It seems that today's Murasame Renai is no longer pure, but has added some new "creations".
"Uh, this is senior brother's thing? Has it been broken before?" Xia Mi was concerned, with a look of understanding and confusion.
"It broke during the battle with the King of Earth and Mountain." Chu Zihang said.
"You deserve to die." Xia Mi sighed.
"Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded, Xia Mi scratched his head and didn't know what to say.
"Has it really been reforged?" He looked at Li Qiuluo, completely unable to imagine the scene described by the other party, because the feel of the knife in his hand was no different from the memory of those years. For a lover
For those who use knives, they know all the details of the knife. When he learns the truth that the old knife has become a new knife, the first thing he bursts out is disbelief.
If Murasame was really forged from the beginning to the end, then the old man who could perfectly restore it to pieces must have reached a level of "uncanny" forging skills.
"You can give it a try now." Li Qiuluo suggested.
"Are you cutting the air?" Xia Mi asked, "Or do you have a grass target here for senior brother to chop?"
"There are no straw targets, but there is one iron target." Li Qiuluo looked at Xia Mi.
"What are you looking at me for? Uh" Xia Mi said halfway when he suddenly realized that the other person was paying attention to the Mongolian scimitar in his hand.
"Wait a minute, we are still waiting to send the machete blade to the laboratory for analysis of new steel materials." Before the anxious tin cans could finish their words, Li Qiuluo stepped forward and took it from Xia Mi's hand.
She stood upright with the Mongolian scimitar, flipping the wrist of her right hand at will, and the special curvature of the scimitar blade easily spun out dazzling white wings in the air.
She looked at Chu Zihang and gave him a look. The latter only took half a step back with his left leg, already assuming a quite solid posture.
The project team members wearing iron cans originally wanted to step forward to stop them, but were instantly forced back by the vigor that arose between the two of them, which was a precursor to action.
Li Qiuluo and Chu Zihang didn't communicate much at all, and they almost drew their swords at the same moment.
Chu Zihang took a front-on chopping posture in the kendo. Starting from the middle position, he held the knife high, and then broke it down against the cassock, steady and heavy. Li Qiuluo dragged the knife with both hands, using the Mongolian cavalry's dragging method to lift it from bottom to top.
, the momentum was more sharp and fierce than Chu Zihang! The arc light connected with the arc light in mid-air, and then there was a creepy and crisp knife sound. At that moment, the people present seemed to see a clear spring and flowing water under the waterfall.
, a scene where a moss-covered boulder suddenly cracks, and trickling water washes out of the cracks in the boulder and flows into the pool.
The sword-fighting was completed in an instant, and the two of them passed each other.
There was no scene where a knife broke as imagined. Li Qiuluo, who was half staggered, held the scimitar in his hand behind his back and threw it back to the distressed project team leader.
Chu Zihang on one side also gradually stopped using his sword. His right arm was completely paralyzed. Without recovering his bloodline, the reason why the Murasame in his hand was not blown away by Li Qiuluo was because the opponent had withdrawn most of his strength.
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He looked at Murasame in his hand. There was no crack on the blade of the knife. On the other hand, the Mongolian scimitar in the hand of the distressed person in charge had a crack on the blade. Cracks as small as spider silk followed the crack to the entire middle part of the blade.
In the air, such a sword made of gold and broken jade has become a scrap product that needs to be remanufactured.
"Remember to maintain it regularly." Li Qiuluo said, "In some places, this knife will be different from before, but the minister of Tianji Pavilion never gives any explanation for the weapons made by him. He believes that the user needs to
Only by exploring the appropriateness of the weapon yourself can you fully understand the secrets inside."
"Thank you." Chu Zihang took Murasame back into the scabbard and held it by his side, and thanked Li Qiuluo solemnly.
"If you want to thank, thank your principal, or if you want to thank, thank your friend. Hilbert Jean Angers alone does not have the dignity to let the minister of Tianji Pavilion forge weapons by himself. Only yours
Only that friend can receive such treatment in the orthodox society." Li Qiuluo said calmly.
"Now, senior brother, if I use this sword against the Dragon King, will it be broken?" Xia Mi asked curiously.
"No one can guarantee it, but now that this knife is mixed with a certain proportion of gold and titanium alloy, it will definitely not be broken as easily as before. I heard that the best performance of this knife against the Dragon King is to let the opponent see it.
If the blood is lost, then maybe we can cut off some limbs next time." Li Qiuluo said, "That's a bit much. Now that the primary purpose of coming to Tianji Pavilion has been achieved, we should leave. We can't just stay here all the time.