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

The junior sister's palms were slightly cold and wet.

It was cold, maybe because the temperature in Ouyang Rong's palms was too high at the moment, so he felt that her hands were cold.

As for the water stains on their palms, it doesn't seem to be his...

Why do you sweat so much? Do you have a body that is prone to water loss?

Just as Ouyang Rong's thoughts were running wild, he suddenly felt a warm current coming from his little junior sister's hand.

The warm current flows from the Shaoyang meridian of the hand into Ouyang Rong's body.

It travels all the way up, bit by bit, and finally gathers at the temporal part of the ear, that is, near the temple.

Ouyang Rong only felt that the temples on both sides of his head were bulging, like drums being beaten on a battlefield.

"This is……"

"Senior brother, stop talking, concentrate, and look far away..."

Xie Lingjiang's pretty face tightened and she said seriously, as if this serious look meant that ordinary things like nervous and sweaty palms had nothing to do with her.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked over the small lonely mountain on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, a hundred miles away.

His face was stunned.

He saw a brand new world.

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

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood that there was something extra about him.

"Is this Wang Qi... But what the hell is the Liu family doing? Is this a vision? The Ding Sword is about to be born?"

…

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

Go to bed early.

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

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

No matter what, after staying up all night for half my life, I finally had a normal routine on the last day.

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

At dawn in the morning, the old swordsmith opened his eyes and walked down the mountain still dressed in sackcloth. He walked to the familiar breakfast shop and sat down in the corner to wait for breakfast.

In addition to waking up early, the old swordsmith also talked a bit more today.

Really rare.

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

The old swordsmith asked calmly to Sister Cheng who was bringing the noodle soup.

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

"I haven't come back. Miss Ah Qing seems to be living in a noble family on Luming Street now. The high walls of the courtyard there are old-fashioned. I think she doesn't need to work here anymore. Her brother has the ability."

You can support your family."

After a pause, Sister Cheng moved a new wine jar and placed it on the old swordsmith's table. Before turning back to the kitchen, she recalled:

"Ah Qing also asked me to send a message, saying that I would take good care of the things you sent back after receiving them. In addition, he also asked the old gentleman to pay attention to safety. He said that there may be bad people here. If there is danger, you can come to her. She

Go and ask for help from someone noble."

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

Sister Cheng returned to the kitchen to work.

The sun is shining brightly above the head, and the weather is good, but for some reason today, the steward of the sword shop informed the swordsmiths that they are on vacation today and do not need to work, but they have to go to their respective sword furnace rooms to wait during the day.

Therefore, there were not many people who came early in the morning, and the breakfast shop had very few people. Sister Cheng finished her work and came out quickly.

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

Sister Cheng quickly cleared away the tableware and chopsticks, and waited until she reached the table in the corner where old man Mai was eating.

He said softly "Eh".

The woman looked around and saw that the table was empty.

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

Don’t you have to give him a drink tomorrow?

…

The old swordsmith slowly walked into the room.

He carried the wine jar with one hand and dragged a small wooden stool with the other.

He sat down in front of a sword-making furnace that had been out of service for many years.

He put his hands on his knees, took a sip of wine, murmured a few words, and turned his head to look silently at the sword-making furnace in front of him:

"Junior brother, junior brother, I'm asking you for your head and sword, so you cut off your own head without saying a word and hand-deliver it to me along with the embryo of the sword.

"I have often dreamed about this scene over the years... Do you trust me so much?

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

"But now it seems that the Zhou Dynasty is not bad. It has peace and prosperity, and there is no shortage of ambitious people. Isn't the Ding Sword about to be released?

"Master and junior brother, you don't want to make swords for careerists, but you have forgotten one thing. Isn't the swordsmith a careerist?

"If you don't have ambition, then what's the point of forging a sword? Isn't it the greatest ambition to allow myths to be born from the mortal world?

"What a butterfly stream, what a group of Wuyue men, who lost countless good heads in order to forge a sword."

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

"Oh, you ask me what I like to watch? After my junior brother gave me his head, I did have a drama that I will never get tired of...

"That little girl with the tattoo, I am destined to be you, so what if I give you a future?

"No one would have thought that a great master swordsmith would be inspired by an ordinary female embroiderer to forge swords.

"However, it may be because of this that you, a little girl, accidentally became such an arrogant person.

"Because of daily contact, I was affected by her Qi, and it was also subtly affected when I forged the sword. In some way, the person and the sword grew symbiotically, so he was naturally a person with strong Qi? It's so mysterious.

"However, the new county magistrate is a bit strange. It's obviously not the case, but why is Dingjian greedy for his energy? Is it someone with strong energy from other Dingjian? It doesn't look like..."

The old swordsmith shook his head and smacked his lips:

"It's a pity that it is a body with leakage of Qi. It is full of Qi but leaks. This does not naturally attract Qi practitioners to 'watch', and it is difficult to retain the opportunity to make wedding clothes for others..."

He took out a metal cube wrapped in gray cloth from his arms, threw it on the table, and sighed:

"Back then, at the Lotus Pagoda of Donglin Temple, three families made an oath on the cauldron... A promise made by the cauldron will never break the promise... This blood oath is truly efficacious.

"Those Lian Sect practitioners at Donglin Temple have tried their best, but in the end, they failed to reach the Lotus Pagoda Alliance and still received the curse of breach of contract and their Taoist lineage was severed.

"My disciples are about to die, the Mei family has been wiped out long ago, and I am the last one left.

"It's just a pity that this Lulu sword-making skill has made almost half of the second tripod sword since it was first made...

"However, there is one more skill. In the Qin Dynasty, he created the first tripod sword for the virgins of Yue and the assassins of the Six Kingdoms. I wonder if it is left behind?"

After muttering for a moment, the unknown old swordsmith looked south at Yunmengze upstream and nodded in the distance:

"In the Palace of the Female Sovereign, I made the sect's covenant back then. Just like the bald donkeys of Donglin Temple, I have tried my best to return the tripod sword. If you destroy your veins, just destroy your veins. You will have a clear conscience."

In front of the sword-making furnace, the old man turned around and said:

"This sword has been delayed for too long, I, my master, my master's master, three whole generations.

"It doesn't matter, I know you're tired of hearing it in the furnace, so I won't nag you anymore.

"Last night I turned over the almanac and said it was a good day."

After saying that, in the empty room, the old swordsmith smiled, took a sip of wine, and suddenly reached out his hand.

"Go out and let the Qigong practitioners in the world take a look at you."

There was a "shaking" sound.

The sword-making furnace is open.

Empty.

The door opened automatically without any wind.

outside the door.

A hundred miles in radius, the sun shines brightly.

But in the eyes of certain people...
Chapter completed!