In April of the nineteenth year of Tianxi, the entire Lin'an City lost the prosperity of the previous years, the streets were full of vegetarian food, the whole imperial city was crying, and even the bright red Spring Festival couplets pasted during the New Year were replaced with white background couplets, selling themselves to bury their fathers, selling themselves to bury their sons, occupying the streets and alleys of the city, the oblique wind and drizzle fell on the corners of the robes, thousands of miles of lonely graves, and there was nowhere to talk about desolation.

Su Changqing forcibly appropriated the qi of Xilin Zhenguo, which led to the violent death of the people in Xilin one after another, and many Xilin people who died at home did not even know how they died in the end.

The rain is like scales beating and smashing on the beam, the sound of rain is endless, heavy and gentle, such as rain hanging curtains, knocking sounds, rain, crying and finally turning into sadness, for the sudden tragedy of the people in the west, the people of Yinguo applauded, all the coffin shops seem to have communicated in advance, and they do not sell a coffin of the people of the west, the door of the coffin shop is closed to death, and the door is the palm print of the people of the west.

They don't care about their lives, their deaths, even themselves.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, even if Lin'an City has been completely blocked, but the news is countless to reach people's ears, so before Emperor Yin Chu Xiaohua returned, the raid of the rebels in the west was in an uproar, and the monarch of the Golden Horde died violently in the city. This made the people in the city have a huge sense of crisis, and they have to go to Emperor Yin to detain the prince of the Golden Horde in the city, so that the Golden Horde ** team with unknown circumstances will not dare to rashly launch an attack on the Yin State, and when this matter is over, Su Weiyin can correct the law, and only then will they be allowed to return to the grassland.

Compared with the people in the city who don't know the depth of the water, the hundred officials of the court have felt the burning heat of burning their eyebrows, His Royal Highness the Third Prince of Da Yin was taken away by Su Weiyin, the Great Prince was hit hard and is still lying on the bed, the Xilin rebels broke through the defense line of the Weizhou defenders with the help of the Supreme Sword Sect, and even arrived at the border of Xilin, and the bad news spread all over the palace one after another, and the people were panicked.

In this way, on the other hand, the Yinguo Iron Cavalry, which has the most money, is so vulnerable in front of the Supreme Sword Sect, they have been riding across the Northern Continent for hundreds of years, and it is the first time they have encountered these flying sword locusts, and they are powerless to deal with it except for self-defense, and the shortcomings of the Yinguo Iron Cavalry are undoubtedly revealed at this time, they are the cavalry emperor on land, but they are ants in the eyes of the sword locust.

At the same time, the court officials who were scholars also began to naturally slander the fragility of the Yinguo Iron Cavalry, and they had previously entered the Great Red City in the battle of the West, and now they let Su Weiyin break out of the Yinguo with an army of thousands of people, and even the Yinhuang above the 10,000 people also complained, and now when Su Weiyin assassinated the third prince of Chu, you were not in the city when you were the old man, and now the son was taken away, and even his own army couldn't stop a Su Weiyin, it was really a shame to throw it to the city gate.

At this time, the west is bordered by Guxia Mountain, and it rains heavily.

In the continuous rain tide, the cowhide tent swayed like leaves in the torrential rain, Guo Yu warmed a pot of wine, in the curling warm smoke, he leaned on the low couch, and looked thoughtfully at everything outside the window.

Chu Xiaohua hadn't given it to him for a while

The letter came, and now that they have discovered the entrance to the Xilin Sword Warehouse, Chu Xiaohua should immediately send additional people to explore, but now let alone manpower, not even a carrier pigeon is missing.

He vaguely felt that something was going on in Lin'an City, maybe he missed his daughter a little, no matter what, the entrance to the Xilin Sword Arsenal must be guarded by him, and no one should be allowed to get half a step close to here.

In these days of free time, he copied the forbidden spell on the gate of the sword library and studied it repeatedly, and he couldn't find the slightest clue about the words on it, and the king of Xilin was also cunning, this kind of text was only used by Wu You, and he actually thought of using this kind of text as the forbidden spell of the gate. There are very few people in the world who can understand these words, maybe his master who drove the crane to the west can understand it, or maybe he can find clues from the notes he left behind.

Seeing Guyun Ning Yi coming in, Guo Yu put down his wine glass and beckoned him to sit in front of him, the other party took off his muddy straw sandals and sat cross-legged opposite Guo Yu, with a solemn face.

"The Great Priest came to me, what's the matter?"

Guo Yu thought for a while: "It's okay, I just want to chat with you, don't run to the gate of the sword depot in this ghost weather, anyway, we don't have the ability to open it at the moment, everything is waiting for His Majesty the Emperor's order." ”

Gu Yun Ning Yi nodded, took out a cigarette gun from behind him, groped for the flint in his arms with the other hand, and after he gently sprinkled the tobacco into the bowl, Guo Yu motioned for him to hand the cigarette gun over, only to see him snap his fingers lightly at the bowl, Mars appeared in vain, a wisp of pale blue smoke rose faintly, the other party took a deep breath, slowly tasted the fragrance of this fine tobacco, and said slowly: "Warlock is good, the wind and rain are omnipotent, and mortals like me can only envy." ”

"It's not a good thing to call for wind and rain, it's going to be a long life. ”

Even though the wind and rain were strong, the mood of the two was not low, and they talked one after another.

"It's such a bad weather, it's really good to go back to Lin'an City now and find a warm tavern to drink two pots of wine." ”

The man who smoked exhaled a puff of green smoke and sighed in a low voice: "I have the same idea as the high priest, today is my father's death day, I should have burned paper money for him in front of his grave, but now I am trapped here by a rainstorm." ”

"I've heard of your father, Gu Yunshan...... At that time, one of the most trusted courtiers of the King of Xilin, the first sword-casting master in the Northern Regions, it is said that there are nearly 100,000 swords in the Xilin Sword Arsenal from his hands, and the sword embryos are all made by him alone, who made such a big deal?"

"The great priest has won the award, and most of the swordsmiths will start with the sword embryo before casting the sword, that is, to make a model for casting. The sword embryo is mostly shaped with mud, and then put into the kiln to be dried by fire, and then trimmed, the texture is like pottery, so it is called sword fan or sword pottery. The sword-making model is based on the design of the copper sword, and whether the shape of the copper sword can meet the design requirements, the whole of the sword embryo must be regular and harmonious, symmetrical and beautiful, this step is very critical, and finally determines the pattern cast on the sword body

The inscription, whether the sword is sharpened like clay, and whether the sword body is sharp enough, this step often determines whether the quality of a sword is superior. ”

Guo Yu nodded: "What about the Fallen God Steel Sword, why is it so favored by the world except that it is sharper than other swords?"

"Most of the swordsmiths who make the Fallen God Steel Sword will visualize the heavens and the earth before casting the sword, and look for the weather between the heavens and the earth that is commensurate with the sword body, this kind of weather can only be observed but not captured, a bit similar to the statement in the book that there is a golden house, and the meaning will be better than the eye. Once the swordsmith comprehends the sword spirit that is known as the natal soul, he can inject it into the sword embryo, but it is a Haoran sword body full of nature's breath, the so-called fallen mind is like this, and most of the cast Fallen God steel swords can be immortal for thousands of years, and they are gradually approaching the realm of famous swords by the luck of heaven and earth. Gu Yun Ning Yi slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings.

"It sounds like your family is a very powerful person. Guo Yu drank a glass of wine: "But I heard that many people say that your father bewitched the king of Xilin to forge a sword...... But that doesn't look like what a master swordsmith does. ”

"Our family is one of the oldest families in Xilin, almost dating back to the founding period of Xilin, there are only ten fingers of people in the world who really know the sword, especially the reputation of the Xilin Sword God is even louder, and the double sword of Annihilation and Ghost Lie he used is from my father's handwriting, but it is a pity that he did not come back when Xilin needed him the most......"

"Lao Tzu doesn't like to listen to the national hatred between Xilin and Yinguo, the matter has passed, you see that you Xilin people are actually very good in Yinguo. His Majesty the Emperor treats you as the same status as the people of Yinguo, you can have an identity like an ordinary person, a household registration, you can receive a monthly relief fund in the local official residence, your children can go to school, and every family can hear the sound of reading. ”

When he said it, Gu Yun Ning Yi laughed: "Haha, in fact, sometimes I think so, forget the identity of the Xilin people, since I finally survived the battle of the Xilin, I have to cherish my life, even if I live like a dog, it is better than death, are you right, Great Priest?"

Guo Yu said: "What you say sounds a little ...... Wrath. ”

"How can I not be angry?" Guyun Ning Yi whispered: "Everyone who has experienced the destruction of the country will have a fire burning in their hearts, our family has been forging swords for the western country for generations, conscientious, and has never had two hearts, we make weapons, and accompany the fire all day long. And the ministers of Xilin all day long for a little power and gold to break their heads and blood, brocade clothes and sachets, treasure cars and high houses, for their mediocre children and grandchildren to buy family business, they got so much, but in the end, when they learned that the iron cavalry of the Yin Kingdom was about to attack the big red city, they fled to the bottle country, and my family stayed in the city for the death order of the king of Xilin and accepted the slaughter of the Yin army...... What do we get in the end for what we have given so much?"

"And your father......"

"My father died many years ago, from his loyalty. The man said coldly.

"He's a good one

People, recognized as a good person, everyone likes him, respects him, has extraordinary talent, intelligence and perseverance, is proficient in Confucianism and Taoism, and sword casting is the world's first-class nature. It's a pity that he met such a mad emperor, and from then on his value was to forge swords, until he was finally killed by the sword he made. ”

Guo Yu was silent and slowly swallowed a glass of wine: "According to what you said, being a good person in this troubled world now does all kinds of harm and no benefit......

(End of chapter)