Inside the auction house, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard.
An old man was sitting on a wooden chair, sipping a cup of fragrant tea.
There is also an incense burner with cigarette smoke on the table. The small incense burner actually looks like a long sword. The simple patterns emerge on the long sword, and together with the continuous flow of cigarette smoke, it looks so elegant.
Behind the old man stood two men in black robes, one of whom was Yuntian whom Mo Tian had seen last time.
The old man has been sitting quietly in this elegant garden for an hour, and the person he is waiting for has not appeared yet.
The impatient Yuntian couldn't help but said: "Elder, how about I go and kidnap that kid back? It's been an hour and he hasn't come yet. Does he look down on my auction house?"
The old man was already accustomed to Yuntian's impatience. He took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Yuntian, I say it again, if you are so impatient again, please go back. Why do you have to come to my little monster village with so many places?"
A small auction house?"
Gritting his teeth, Yuntian said: "Uncle, why are you still unwilling to go back with me? Grandpa has passed away and dad has become the head of the family. Dad really misses you, and grandpa also called your name many times before he died.
He really wants to see you."
When he mentioned grandpa, the old man's eyes narrowed, with a cold light in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Didn't he think of this when he drove me out? Didn't he think of me until he died? I swore that since he came out, I would
Will never go again!"
"Uncle!" Yuntian said loudly.
"Shut up!" the old man said angrily: "I don't want to say it a second time. If you mention this matter again, I will personally kick you back! Don't think that because you are the son of the eldest brother, I won't dare to take action! Even if the eldest brother comes,
I won’t leave even if I’m gone!"
Looking at the angry old man, Yuntian's face was full of disappointment and his teeth were clenched.
He didn't know why his uncle, who had always loved him since he was a child, became like this.
What happened that night? After that night, my uncle completely broke with his grandfather and came to be the elder of the auction house in this small monster village.
Glancing at Yuntian, the old man sighed and said, "This is between me and your grandfather. Don't ask because you are young. You don't understand."
"Uncle, I'm already in my thirties. I'm no longer the little kid who followed you around. Can you please stop calling me young?" Yuntian said helplessly.
"In uncle's eyes, you will always be a child. And this matter, don't mention it again, don't ask it again, just listen to uncle." The old man said softly.
Looking at the old man, Yuntian bit his lower lip. He seemed to be back when he was a child, the little Yuntian who always followed his uncle to ask for sweets and hid behind his uncle for fear of being punished when he did something wrong.
"Is anyone here?" the old man asked in a deep voice.
The man in black robe who had been silent at the side said: "Here he is, right outside."
"Let him in."
"Yes, elder." The man in black robe said, turned around and walked outside.
When he came back, Mo Tian also walked in next to him.
Looking at this quiet and elegant courtyard, Mo Tian couldn't help but say: "Senior is so elegant."
"Little friend Mo Tian, come and take a seat." The old man looked at Mo Tian and said with a smile.
Mo Tian nodded and sat next to the old man without any pretense, and asked: "Senior, what do you want from me?"
"Yuntian, you two go down, I want to catch up with my little friend." The old man said with a smile.
"Yes, elder." Yun Tian clasped his fists, turned and left.
After waiting for Yuntian and the others to leave, the old man smiled and said, "You don't need to call me senior from now on, just call me Mr. Yun."
"Yes." Mo Tian nodded and said, "Mr. Yun."
"Your master, are you okay?" Mr. Yun asked.
"Everything is fine, Master. He is now the great elder of the inner sect of Tianjian Sect." Mo Tian replied.
"How far have you learned how to make swords?" Mr. Yun asked again.
Looking at Mr. Yun, Mo Tian suddenly looked wary. Mr. Yun had told him before that Te and his master Jian Lao were friends, but Mo Tian was not sure and just had a skeptical attitude. Now Mr. Yun told him that Te and his master Jian Lao were friends.
Mo Tian had to be wary of this question.
This matter of sword-making is not allowed to be told by Master. If Mr. Yun had not directly called Mr. Jian by his name and even understood some of Mr. Jian's unique habits, Mo Tian would not have told Mr. Yun that he would learn sword-making from Mr. Jian.
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Seeing that Mo Tian was silent, Mr. Yun said to himself: "There are five stages of sword making: body refining, soul refining, weapon refining, sword making, and divine sword. Judging from your appearance, you must have just gotten into sword making.
That is, body training."
"Old Yun, how do you know?" Mo Tian was shocked.
This is a division of stages that only those who make swords know. Outsiders only know the profession of swordsmith, but the real details cannot be told to outsiders.
Even Jian Lao would not tell outsiders about this kind of thing, even if it is just a stage division.
"If you really want to elaborate, you should call me uncle. The sword master, this old guy, is my junior brother." Mr. Yun said with a smile.
"What!" Mo Tian was shocked again. He never imagined that this Mr. Yun was actually the master's senior brother. In other words, Mr. Yun was also a disciple of the Sword Forging Sect!
"No need to be surprised." Mr. Yun waved his hand and said: "The Sword Casting Sect was destroyed for some reason. Since then, the surviving Sword Casting Sect disciples have left the Sword Casting Sect one after another, either joining those powerful families or entering small
The sect concealed its strength and lived in seclusion, but I chose to join the auction house as an elder, and from now on I will no longer be involved in worldly affairs."
"Uncle Master, can you tell me why the Sword Forging Sect was exterminated? Isn't the Sword Forging Master the rarest profession in the great domain? If the Sword Forging Sect was destroyed, where would those soldiers come from? Should we just continue to use them?
Soldiers passed down from ancestors?" Mo Tian couldn't help but ask.
Mentioning the Sword Forging Sect, Mr. Yun showed a sad look like Mr. Jian, and sighed: "Don't ask about this matter. If your master doesn't tell you, I can't tell you. I originally wanted to ask this time."
I asked how your master's situation is, but now, I'm curious about what step the sword master has taught you now?"
"Hmm..." After thinking for a while, Mo Tian asked: "Mr. Yun, don't blame Mo Tian for being suspicious. I don't want to tell you if I'm not sure that you are really from the Sword Forging Sect."
"Hahaha." Seeing Mo Tian like this, Mr. Yun couldn't help laughing and said: "You kid, you have the same virtue as your master, and you are very suspicious. To be honest, I am a third-level swordsmith, who is better than your master."
One level lower. Back then, he and I
They are all disciples of the Sword Forging Sect’s leader, and are also known as the two geniuses of the Sword Forging Sect. Alas, it’s a pity that the Sword Forging Sect was destroyed. Otherwise, I might have reached the fifth level of Sword Forging Master, and your master might have already reached the fifth level.
A sixth-level swordsmith."
As he spoke, Mr. Yun flashed the ring in his hand, and a small sword-shaped sign appeared in Mr. Yun's hand.
Looking at the small sword-shaped sign, Mr. Yun's eyes were filled with memories.
"This is the Sword Forging Sect disciple token. You should have seen this token on your master, right?" Old Yun said.
Mo Tian nodded. Before, he saw Jian Lao wearing a small sword-shaped tag on his waist, but Mo Tian didn't know what it was at that time, and thought that Jian Lao was the inner sect's elder order at that time.
Look at the word 'forged sword' engraved on the small sword.
It was just two words on the token, but it invisibly exuded a powerful sword intention. The more he looked at it, the more powerful Mo Tian could feel the sword intention.
Under the word 'casting sword', there is another name. This should be Mr. Yun's name...