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Chapter 228
Ouyang Rong frowned.

He glanced at the horizontal skirt knife between him and Xie Lingjiang.

Still not connected.

Ouyang Rong restrained his expression, and said to the serious Xie Lingjiang:

"Let's talk about...the worse news first."

Xie Ling and Jiang Ning raised eyebrows:
"Eldest brother, we were all deceived by Liu Ziwen and the Liu family!"

"Guyue Sword Shop is just a cover, Liuzi's family found an old swordsmith who is a craftsman and master of Taoism, secretly cooperated with the Wei family of the current dynasty, and jointly forged the tripod sword for many years!
"Over the past few years, the uncharacteristic flooding in the lower reaches of the Butterfly Creek is mostly related to the tripod sword in the furnace in the Gu Yue Jian Shop, which absorbs water vapor and disturbs the water veins."

Xie Lingjiang said indignantly:

"The female fairy Yucheng also revealed that the Liu family used the first-hand information obtained from the old swordsmith that the tripod sword affected the water veins, waited for the flood to pass, and made a lot of money in the year of disaster.

"The Digong gate that collapses every four years in a weird pattern is caused by Liu Ziwen and the Liu family, and the burning sky shark oil was also arranged by the Liu family's commanding fairy Yuchen.

"Eldest brother, when you were lying in bed in Donglin Temple in April, the flood gate collapsed, that's what happened."

Her face was anxious, and she spoke faster and faster, shaking out the secret affairs of the Liu family that she had obtained from the fairy Yucheng, like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

Ouyang Rong's face gradually became solemn, and he suddenly asked:

"The female fairy Yucheng has been in a coma for so long, and Liu Ziwen is already dead. Could this tripod sword have stopped..."

Ouyang Rong's words suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, Xie Lingjiang pursed his lower lip, and tacitly said for him: "Yes, it is very likely that Liu Zian is still secretly forging swords."

She turned her head and saw the senior brother frowning, he was pacing and turning in circles, as if talking to himself, a whisper came:
"All these years, the Liu family has been secretly forging the tripod sword? Is it with the Wei family? Is it supported by the forces in Luoyang? Then... this makes sense, Liu Ziwen, Liu Ziwen, no wonder you are so bold.

"For the sake of the Liu family, you really can do anything, you can bear anything, even if you are suspected of being unjustly killed by your own brother, you don't reveal half of it...

"So, now Liu Zian is taking over the casting of the sword. That's right, it should be like this. Liu Zian is the current head of the family. Back then, I united with everyone to dismember the Liu family. No wonder he was willing to sacrifice most of his important family property, lose face, and keep Gu Yuejian Shop, and later still so flattering me and the county government.

"Liu Zian, Liu Zian, what a forbearance and humility, you are different from the wolf-like Liu Ziwen, you are more like a poisonous snake, wanting to lurk and bite...

"Then who is the person you want to take a bite of now, um, it should be me, you and the Liu family have been waiting for the birth of Ding Jian?"

Xie Lingjiang saw the complex expression of senior brother frowning and suddenly realized

She lowered her head slightly, with a look of shame on her face:

"Eldest brother, the guess you told me earlier was correct, and it's all because of my junior sister's slowness, you don't know how to practice qi, so you can only ask me to advise you.

"But I firmly denied it at the time. I felt that the Dingjian was too far away and desolate. How could the Liu family in a small Dragon City swallow an elephant... In the end, I misled you, senior brother, and missed the truth."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"It's not all your fault, if it weren't for the participation of the Liu family, no one would have thought that the Liu family could forge the legendary tripod sword.

"Besides, last time, I was worried. I still searched the sword shop, but I returned empty-handed? Liu Ziwen and Liu Zian hid this Xinding sword too deeply."

He bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then realized something, turned around and asked:

"Then the strange torrential rain at the end of the rainy season and the rising water in the upper reaches were also caused by this unformed tripod sword?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded without much hesitation on his face:

"Very likely! The time when Yunmeng flooded last time was too close to now.

"Eldest senior brother, after the Yucheng female fairy woke up, she confessed a very important piece of news.

"After she woke up, she asked me about the date, and revealed that Liu Jiayu and Wei Shi agreed to pick up the sword on the fifteenth of this month.

"The female fairy Yucheng also analyzed that the tripod sword will be released tomorrow at the latest, and it will not exceed twelve o'clock..."

Ouyang Rong wandered around twice, turned his head and interrupted Xie Lingjiang's words:
"I said why the rising water is moody... Then what are you waiting for, let's go down the mountain quickly, don't dawdle!" He frowned greatly: "The sword has not yet been made, it's like this, the sword is made, and it's still worth it? Wouldn't the water flood the golden mountain, Can Broken Wing Qu stop this kind of mythical power..."

Involved in the flood, he swept away his hesitation, grabbed the skirt knife handed by his junior sister with his big hand, and tied it around his waist.

Touching the familiar skirt knife, Ouyang Rong subconsciously touched the jade handle with his palm, and took a deep breath on the spot.

For some reason, he stretched out his hand again to take over the heavy burden "passed" by his junior sister, and he suddenly felt relieved and refreshed.

It's like sitting in a drowsy morning reading class when you were a student, and suddenly there was a crisp bell for the end of get out of class outside, and the sleepiness was swept away.

Maybe...he found another reason to stay temporarily because of his reluctance?

Seeing this, Xie Lingjiang hesitated to speak: "Eldest brother..."

"Little Junior Sister, why are you still standing there in a daze? Let's go, stop the Liu family from making swords... Oh right."

Ouyang Rong wanted to charge with his saber, he took a rest, and suddenly said:
"You haven't said what the bad news is?"

Xie Lingjiang whispered:
"The female fairy Yuji, whom I interrogated yesterday, has been looking for you for about ten hours..."

Ouyang Rong:? ? ?

At this moment, a gust of morning wind blew in, highlighting the silence of the atmosphere even more.

In the Dagu Donglin Temple, which is a hundred miles away from Longcheng County, Ouyang Rong looked up at the sky.

The sky is blue and white, the sun is shining brightly.

Xie Lingjiang wanted to speak, but he caught something out of the corner of his eye, turned his head suddenly, and jumped up to the eaves on the top of the Buddhist hall.

Tapping the eaves with the tip of her right toe, she looked at the west bank of the Butterfly Creek far below the mountain, and the sky above the small lonely mountain that seemed to have a sword furnace on the mountainside.

Confucian book-turners look up.

Xie Lingjiang's eyes gradually widened: "Oops, this sword energy... Senior brother, we seem to be too late."

"What are you looking at?"

Below, Ouyang Rong tried to jump and looked in the direction of Xie Lingjiang's line of sight.

I saw the sky on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, blue sky and white clouds, nothing unusual.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly lowered his head and said, "Brother, you mentioned the side leak of vitality, have you fixed it?"

While speaking, she silently reached into her bulging breasts and folded her clothes, and took out a simple jade box.

Open silently.

Gently twist two onion fingers.

Ouyang Rong at the bottom was speechless, "What time is it, junior sister is still joking... Uhhhh!"

A red shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Ouyang Rong's words faltered, as if his mouth was blocked.

"Hmm..." He bent down, his Adam's apple bulged, he covered his mouth with his hands, and there was some difficult swallowing sound between his fingers.

Xie Lingjiang handed out the water bag. Ouyang Rong grabbed the bag like a life-saving straw and drank it up. He swallowed a certain round object whole. He covered his mouth and coughed, his mouth full of bitter taste.

"Cough, cough, you...you stuffed something into my mouth, what kind of strange smell, bah bah bah."

Ouyang Rong stared speechlessly, digging with his fingers, trying to retch.

Ke Dan has entered the stomach.

He paused slowly, and looked down at himself.

Do not know why.

It seems that something has changed.

But Ouyang Rong didn't know what it was.

His face gradually turned red, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to open the tight collar to let in some air.

"Why does it feel hotter and hotter?"

Ouyang Rong found that his whole body was warm.

This is not a kind of physical warmth, but a trembling warmth that goes deep into the bone marrow and even the soul.

His body was like a room with its doors and windows open, warm in winter and cool in summer, but now there was a sound of "shaking", and the doors and windows were closed tightly.

The space is closed and the temperature gradually rises.

Xie Lingjiang took out a lavender handkerchief, and silently wiped the mouth of the elder brother who no longer "leaked his vitality".

Ouyang Rong frowned and lowered his head, he didn't react for a while when his junior sister Xiangpa wiped his mouth.

He even temporarily ignored the source of the smell of pickled radish in his mouth after being wiped with the Lavender Fragrance Handkerchief.

It wasn't until Xie Lingjiang put away his handkerchief and grabbed Ouyang Rong's big hand with his plain hand that he turned his head and frowned.

"Brother, come and see for yourself."

Xie Lingjiang interrupted Ouyang Rong, who was hesitant to speak, grabbed his palm, jumped up to the eaves together, and looked into the distance together.

Junior Sister's palms were slightly cold and wet.

It's cold, maybe it's because Ouyang Rong's palms are too warm at the moment, so she thinks it's her bare hands that are cold.

As for the wet spots on the palms of the two, it doesn't seem to be his...

Why so much sweat?Water-prone physique?
Just when Ouyang Rong's thoughts were flying wild, he suddenly felt a warm current in the hands of his junior sister.

The warm current enters Ouyang Rong's body from the Shaoyang meridian.

It goes up all the way, dripping, and finally converges to the ear and temporal area, which is near the temple.

Ouyang Rong only felt bulging temples on both sides of his head, like drums beating on the battlefield.

"This is……"

"Elder brother, don't talk, concentrate and look far away..."

Xie Lingjiang's face was tense, and she said solemnly, it seemed that ordinary things like tense palms and sweating had nothing to do with her.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the sky over Xiaogu Mountain on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, a hundred miles below the mountain.

His face was startled.

He saw a whole new world.

In other words, it is the essence of this world, which was blindfolded by gauze before.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood what was wrong with him.

"Is this hopelessness... But, what the hell is the Liu family up to? Is this a vision? The tripod sword is about to be born?"

……

The old swordsmith surprisingly didn't stay up last night.

Go to bed early.

Although I lay down early last night, I was only half asleep and half awake, not sleeping soundly.

But old people always feel shallow, but it doesn't hinder the spirit of the next day.

No matter what, after staying up all night for half of my life, I finally got back to normal on the last day.

The old swordsmith nodded and rewarded himself with an extra jug of wine.

In the early morning, the old swordsmith opened his eyes, still dressed in sackcloth, went down the mountain, walked to the familiar breakfast shop, sat down in the corner, and waited for breakfast.

Besides waking up early, the old swordsmith also talked a little more today.

It's really rare.

"You helped me deliver the things, did that little girl never come to the sword shop again?"

The old swordsmith calmly asked Sister Cheng who brought the noodle soup.

Sister Cheng, who was about to turn around and leave, turned her head curiously, looked at the strange old man who spoke actively, and wiped her hands on the apron:

"I haven't come back again. Ah Qing seems to be living in a noble family on Luming Street. The high walls in the yard over there are old-fashioned. I see, she shouldn't come here to work. Her elder brother is capable. I can support a family."

After a pause, Sister Cheng moved a new wine jar and put it on the table of the old swordsmith. Before turning around and returning to the kitchen, she recalled:

"Ah Qing also asked me to bring a sentence, saying that I will take good care of the things you sent back, and also told the old man to pay attention to safety, saying that there may be bad people here, if there is danger, you can find her, she Go ask the nobleman."

The old swordsmith nodded, sitting behind the table, drinking rice wine alone.

Sister Cheng returned to the kitchen to work.

The sun was shining overhead, and the weather was good, but for some reason today, the steward of the sword shop informed the swordsmiths that they would be on vacation today, that they would not need to go to work, but they would go to their respective sword furnaces to wait during the day.

So there were not many people who got up early in the morning, and the breakfast shop was quite light, so Sister Cheng came out quickly after finishing her work.

At the open-air booth, most of the guests left, including the eccentric old man in sackcloth, who also left with today's new wine jar.

Sister Cheng tidied up the dining table and chopsticks in a hurry, and when she walked to the table in the corner where the old man in sackcloth ate.

There was a soft "Huh".

The woman looked around, and the table was empty.

The bad-tempered old man did not leave an empty wine jar and new money for tomorrow's rice wine.

Don't you need to give him a drink tomorrow?

……

The old swordsmith walked into the room slowly.

Holding the wine jar in one hand, and a small wooden stool in the other.

He sat down before a sword-forging furnace that had been out of flame for many years.

Putting his hands on his knees, he took a sip of the wine, murmured a few words, and turned his head to silently look at the sword casting furnace in front of him:

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, this old man asked you to tease me for a head and a sword, and without further ado, you cut off your own head and handed it to the old man with your own hands along with the sword embryo.

"This scene, the old man has often dreamed about it these years... you trust the old man so much?

"Actually, I just want to simply forge a tripod sword. I have been thinking about it since I first forged iron when I was young. Unfortunately, it seems that I was born in the wrong dynasty.

"But now it seems that the Great Zhou Dynasty is not bad. There is peace and prosperity, and there is no shortage of ambitious people. Isn't the Dingjian about to be released?
"Master and junior brother, you don't want to forge swords for careerists, but you forgot one thing, isn't a swordsmith a careerist?
"Without ambition, what kind of sword is there? Isn't it the greatest ambition to let myths be born from the mortal world?

"What a Butterfly Creek, what a group of Wuyue men lost their heads to make a sword."

He lowered his head and looked at the turbid water swaying in the wine jar:

"Heh, you asked me what I like to watch? After the younger brother gave me my head, I did have a show that I can never get tired of...

"That little girl who was tattooed on the face, huh, the old man is destined for you, so what if I give you a bright future?

"No one would have imagined that a majestic swordsmith would be inspired by an ordinary female embroiderer to forge a sword.

"However, it may be because of this that you, a little girl, have accidentally bumped into such an aggressive person.

"Because of the daily contact, the old man is affected by her aura, and the sword is also subtly influenced when forging the sword. In the dark, it can be regarded as a symbiosis and growth of the sword, so he is naturally a person with a lot of aura? Mysterious and mysterious.

"However, the new county magistrate is a bit strange, obviously not, but why does Dingjian eat his Qi? Could it be someone with other Dingjian's aura? It doesn't look like..."

The old swordsmith shook his head and said:
"It's a pity that it's a leaky body. It's full of energy, but also leaky. It doesn't naturally attract Qi practitioners to watch. It's hard to keep the opportunity to make wedding clothes for others..."

He took out a metal cube wrapped in gray cloth from his pocket, threw it on the table, and sighed:
"Back then in the lotus pagoda of Donglin Temple, the three families made an oath...a promise was kept, and those who broke the promise would never... This blood oath is really effective.

"Those lotus sect qi trainers in Donglin Temple have tried so hard, but they failed to reach the alliance of the lotus pagoda, and they were still cursed for breaking the promise, and their Dao veins were cut off.

"The old master's sect is about to close soon, the Mei family has already been destroyed, and the old man is the last one.

"It's just a pity that this Lulu sword casting technique has been cast almost half of the time since the first casting of the second tripod sword...

"However, there is another one. Qin Shi created the first sword casting technique of the first tripod sword for the virgin of Yue and the noble assassins left behind from the Six Kingdoms. I wonder if it is left behind?"

Whispering for a while, the unknown old swordsmith looked south at Yunmengze upstream, and nodded from the air:
"Nvjundian, the covenant of the teacher's sect back then, the old man, like the bald donkeys of Donglin Temple, has tried his best to return the tripod sword. If you kill the pulse, you will kill the pulse. You have a clear conscience."

Before the sword casting furnace, the old man turned around:

"This sword has been dragged on for too long, too long, old man, old man's master, old man's master's master, a whole three generations.

"Forget it, I know you're tired of listening in the furnace, so I won't nag anymore.

"Last night I looked through the almanac and said that today is auspicious."

After speaking, in the empty room, the old swordsmith took a sip of his wine with a smile, and suddenly reached out.

"Go out and let the Qi practitioners in the world see you."

"Shaking clang" sound.

The sword casting furnace opened.

empty.

The door opened without wind.

Outside.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, the sun is shining brightly.

But in the eyes of some people...

There is azure blue sword energy, and the anger rushes to the Big Dipper!

(End of this chapter)