The scenery of the East China Sea is beautiful, the four seasons are everyspring, when you climb high and look far away, it is all emerald green and tender red.

The Burning Heaven Gate was built on many islands, and the territory can be described as the most extensive sect in the world. Numerous islands of all sizes are dotted in the turquoise sea, countless ships are moored beside each island, and the winding waterways are like a labyrinth of flowers.

On the largest island stands the tallest building in the sea, the center of power of the Burning Heaven Gate, where the head of the Burning Sky Gate lives when he hears the thunder.

However, it is also one of the most deserted islands in the sea.

Wen Jinglei sat silently on the throne of the head of the house, listening to the two subordinates next to him tell him in detail about the matters in the door, and some straight eyes revealed that he was in a trance.

"The 3,000 people of the Left Flame Banner have arrived at Yushui Pass, and the Hall Master of the Right Aurora Banner returned to the sect yesterday, bringing scrolls containing the hidden forces and numbers of each sect, as well as maps of some sects, including some secret tunnels; The main body of the Flame Banner Hall sent a return report......"

"Wait a minute......" Wen Jinglei suddenly interrupted them.

"Yes, Master." Ah Feng clenched his fists and said respectfully.

"Valley of Flowers ......"

"The people of the Valley of Troubled Flowers are blocked in the east, and there are one or two hundred of them, as if they have come to test the situation. The door owner is relieved that the water valve moat has been lowered, and they can't get in. ”

"Hmm......" Wen Thunder bowed slightly, the cyan gemstone ring on his right index finger reflected the light shining through the window, and it took a long time to remember what he was going to ask, "So...... Are they looking for her any longer? ”

Ah Feng thought hard for a while before realizing what Wen Jinglei was talking about, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, door master, you know, it has not stopped all these years. ”

An indescribable emotion appeared in Wen Jinglei's eyes: "Still no news?" ”

Another subordinate, Ah Qi, said: "Where is there any news. Door Master, it's been so long, she should have died......"

"Ahem!" Ah Feng glared at Ah Qi, but he didn't have any eyesight.

Hearing the thunder, he sighed heavily, and pressed his fingers to his temples tiredly: "Go down." Either way, don't give up. ”

Ah Feng and Ah Qi glanced at each other and retreated silently.

Wen Thunder held on to his chair and slowly stood up, the empty hall did not even have a single maid or guard, the tightly closed doors and windows blocked most of the sunlight, and there was a hint of cold air in the air.

Wen Jinglei walked into the inner hall, which was the study where he usually handled affairs. Tall bookshelves filled the room, filled with books carefully sorted and released. Wen Jinglei walked to a bookshelf, touched the partition with some wizened fingers, fiddled with it a few times, and opened a dark compartment.

There was a long wooden box in the dark grid, on which a thin layer of ash had fallen. Wen Jinglei opened it carefully and took out a scroll of paintings from the wooden box.

He walked over to his desk with the painting in his hand and slowly spread it out.

It was a picture of a beautiful woman, wearing a rich pale yellow robe, smiling in front of a cluster of peonies that were growing very well.

The beauty is delicate and feminine, with long eyebrows and eyes, a bun like a cloud, and a little bright red cinnabar between the slender eyebrows, like a drop of blood piercing, scorching and shining. On the right side of the painting is inscribed a poem:

The snow is condensed, and the pearl is dotted with lips.

There is a line of small characters at the end: July 18 of the year of Renwu was made in the West Garden of the Falcon Sect.

Wen Jinglei's face was complicated, and for a while, the memories of his wife and children in Chenghuan's home came to mind, and his fingers wearing cyan gemstone rings slowly stroked the picture, and he couldn't help but tremble when he touched that line of inscriptions.

This is the woman he loved most in his life. It is also a dead person who will never be seen again in a lifetime.

He couldn't forget that scene for the rest of his life, the Northern Punishment and the Ranflower Valley fought into the Heavenly Falcon Sect together, the disciple of the Northern Punishment Palace pointed his sword at her neck, and the beloved died tragically in front of his eyes, the hot blood splashed his face, his eyes were split, and his throat roared to the point of collapse, but he couldn't do anything, he stood there and watched them kill her with his own eyes! He can't do anything! Can't do anything!

He hated the North Punishment Palace, hated the Flower Valley, hated it for seven whole years, hated every moment every day, he hated it in his dreams, how could he not hate?!

There was not a moment when he didn't want to pick up his sword and immediately kill those famous and decent families, the hatred of destroying the door, the deep hatred of the sea of blood, and it had been corroding his brain and heart all the time for seven years. He simply hated the justice that those hypocrites kept saying, and they did the most inhumane things in the name of so-called justice.

There are more than 5,000 people in the Falcon Sect, all of whom died tragically overnight, even if he heard the thunder and had many sins, what was the fault of his wife, his children, and those fragile family members? The Ranhua Valley is famous, eradicating the traitor, but in fact, the wolf ambition of the Central Plains, the disgusting greed is really disgusting.

"Valley of Flowers...... North Penalty Palace...... Wait for me there......" Wen Jinglei chuckled coldly, his cloudy eyes cruelly red.

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Yun Tang put a chopstick dish into the bowl, stared at the bowl for a while, looked around, and still sighed and put down the chopsticks.

As usual, the master and apprentice ate together on the stone table in the snowy courtyard, and the sumptuous dishes were faintly steaming. But the atmosphere was strangely silent.

The silence was a little depressing.

Zi took advantage of the crooked sitting on the other side, his eyes fixed on the dishes on the table, and the chopsticks kept sending them to his mouth, biting the green vegetables clucking rhythmically. This is quite normal, and usually the senior brother only cares about eating like this and a pig.

Yun Tang looked at the master on his left again. Nan Yang sat upright, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, eating very elegantly and politely, with light-colored eyes like tea hanging low, and there was no love at all.

As always, Master doesn't like to talk nonsense, there is never an expression of joy or sorrow on his face, and he follows the ancestral teachings of the ancients when he eats.

Everyone is not different, but only if there is a lack of Qinghuan, there will be a loss of popularity.

Usually, Qinghuan always chirped and talked non-stop at the dinner table, she always pestered the master for a while, and then turned her face to entangle Yuntang, waiting for Yuntang to coax her, her face was cute and cute, and her aura was overflowing.

It turned out that there was no light joy, and the dinner table seemed so boring. Yuntang almost forgot that when Qinghuan didn't come three years ago, their master and apprentice also ate like this.

"Master, don't you have time to see my sister today?" Yun Tang couldn't help but ask.

Nan Yang swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, as if he didn't pay attention to it at all: "I'm not free today." I'm going to the swordsmith pool. ”

"Master, I really want to see you when I leave, if you don't go to see her, the more I think about it, the more sad my sister will become, I'm afraid that there will be a gap between you and my sister." Yuntang felt that the emperor was really in a hurry to die as a eunuch.

"If she is so narrow-minded and thoughtful, there is no need for me to spend my time on such an apprentice." Nan Yang put down the dishes and chopsticks. Bian Zi secretly gave Yun Tang a look and told her not to say more.

Yun Tang directly ignored the sidelines, why was the master so unkind: "Master! Qinghuan is your apprentice, even if you sent her to Hongfei Pavilion for her, you can't just ignore her! Qinghuan is just a child, Master is so ruthless, does he treat her as your apprentice?! ”

"Yuntang!" Bian Zi took advantage of the hurry to stop her, Yun Tang was concerned and chaotic, and he didn't choose what to say, it was too nonsense.

Nan Yang glanced at Yuntang lightly, stood up, and his tone was still not impatient: "Then you can go and see her on my behalf." I'm going to the swordsmithing pool first. ”

After speaking, Nan Yang brushed his sleeves and left. A cold voice came slowly and smoothly with the wind: "As a teacher, I want to retreat with Rong Huaizun, maybe I can't go out for ten days and half a month." The son took advantage of it and took care of the Rong Ku Pavilion on behalf of the teacher. ”

"Master!" Yun Tang was so anxious that he stomped his feet, did the master really not care about Qinghuan at all!

"Yuntang, Master has her own plans, don't be impatient." Bian Zi patted Yuntang's shoulder.

The Sword Forge Pool is located on the lower side, so it can't be considered a building technically. Because it was a cave carved out of a huge rock that exposed the earth, and the entrance of the cave was a heavy stone door, which was often closed.

When Nan Yang came, Rong Huai had already opened a crack in the stone door for her, and they met as usual. Nan Yang entered sideways, and something was being smelted in the sword casting pool, and a scorching heat wave rushed towards him.

It's not that she hasn't seen the uncomfortable environment when casting swords, but Nanyang, who is used to the cold air of the north, still can't help frowning.

Rong Huai sat on the side and saw Nan Yang with a smile in his eyes: "Coming?" Let's sit down for a while. ”

Seeing Nan Yang looking at the smelted things in the pool, Rong Huai said again: "You don't have to worry about that." The slots you want to use have already been vacated. Come here first, since you want to forge it yourself, I will tell you about the basics of forging a sword. As the master said before, the time is long, and you are afraid that you have forgotten it a long time ago. ”

Nanyang nodded and sat down beside Rong Huai.

Rong Huai said slowly: "The most basic sword-forging technique is divided into five steps: modeling, smelting, watering, repairing, and cutting. Most of the sword-forging techniques in the world are all this routine. As for the quality of the sword, it depends on the material used to cast the sword, as well as the heat during smelting. These two directly determine the quality of the blade. ”

"Hmm." Nanyang motioned for Rong Huai to continue.

Rong Huai looked at the sword casting pool: "An ordinary sword can be cast in less than a month, but a good sword needs to be refined for three or five years, and it takes a lot of effort from the embryo shape to the inlay decoration." After you started forging swords, you had to keep running to the sword casting pool for the past three or five years, and sometimes you couldn't get out for a month, do you really have that patience? ”

"I know. So I'm coming to you now. Nan Yang paused, "I hope that when she succeeds in her studies, she will have a good sword in her hand." ”

Rong Huai asked suspiciously: "Nanyang, your two apprentices are ready-made swords that they asked me for directly, and you haven't even bothered to make your own swords. Do you really like your little apprentice like that? ”

"First of all, Senior Brother is now busy refining another important sword, and he can't take care of my side. Moreover, Qinghuan's talent owes some to Zi Zhan and Yuntang, and he has an old disease in his right hand. I am her master, and forging a sword for her is one of the few things I can do for her right now. ”

Rong Huai thought for a while, and then asked, "So, why do you like her?" ”

Nan Yang replied lightly: "Senior brother, why do you like to forge swords?" ”

Rong Huai was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't expect Nan Yang to ask like this, and then smiled heartily: "You're right, I'm confused." Those who cultivate the Tao do not ask the origin, they all arise from causes. ”

"She is my apprentice, and I am her master, and this reason is enough." Under the reflection of the churning fire in the pool, Nanyang's eyes glowed with a soft and serious light.

Rong Huai stood up, walked to the stone frame on the side, took out a long box of special soil from the lowest layer, and looked back at Nanyang: "Then let's start." First of all, be a sword fan. ”

"Senior brother said, I'll listen." Nanyang looked at the box of dirt.

"That's the first step, modeling. The clay mold used to hold the molten liquid is made of clay, which is the approximate shape of the sword. The width and thickness of the sword body, as well as the lines to be found on the sword, and the space to be decorated with gemstones, should be taken into account. Imagine the liquid flowing into the sword, and the pattern must be convex and carved in turn, so that there can be a concave totem after the sword body is solidified. Can you understand? ”

"Yes." Nan Yang wrote it down.

"After making the sword fan, put it in the furnace fire and bake it at high temperature until it is hard and formed, and keep it for later when injecting molten liquid." Rong Huai briefly explained, and smiled lightly: "Actually, the appearance of the sword is not very important to the power of the sword, but it is used by girls, so you can take a good look." ”

Nan Yang chose a quiet corner and sat down, put the clay mold on his knees, rolled up the white cuffs, took the carving knife handed over by Rong Huai, and concentrated on carving.

The surging heat did not disturb Nanyang in the slightest, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. A drop of sweat slid down her pale cheeks and fell onto the clay mold, and in an instant it was evaporated by the heat and turned into a wisp of green smoke that disappeared in the air.