Solemn and solemn, the sword has been cast, Gong Ji Xuan stood in front of his sister Lingyun, holding a long sword in both hands, this is a sword created by his grandfather, it took ten years, in his heart, his grandfather is the strongest sword caster, and he will also inherit the craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation by the Gong Loser.

Ten years ago, when Manichaeism was destroyed, Wu Yueya rescued the public loser Shan Mai, so he was voted by the public loser.

After several twists and turns, the Gongyi family finally decided to go to Chang'an, hoping to get the approval of the royal family.

But when I arrived in Chang'an, I found that no matter where the craftsman was, his status was inferior, and he found the palace craftsman Xu Zhucheng, hoping that the other party could introduce them, but they were arranged to work in a small room and were excluded.

Grandfather even bent over to find Li Linfu, who was in power at the time, but unfortunately, not only was he not appreciated, but he was also severely beaten.

So far, three generations of ancestors and grandchildren have been in Chang'an, and they have no aspirations.

Although Gong Xuan was young, he kept these things in his mind, and he did not forget the hesitation of loss on the face of his grandfather on that snowy day, and overheard that there was an ancestral meteorite Xuantie at home, which could be built into a divine weapon, and if the divine soldier was dedicated to His Majesty, he would definitely be able to enjoy the glory and wealth.

However, this is also a matter of deceiving the ancestors and betraying the ancestors, the ancestors have had their last words, only the true emperor is worthy of the public loss family to use this meteorite to make an imperial weapon.

Since entering the princess's mansion, the young Gong Ji Xuan has noticed that the smiles on the faces of his grandfather and father have become more and more.

Until one night, he overheard a conversation between his grandfather and father outside the door.

"Father, the princess is kind to us, why do you have to entrust the ancestral things? It will take at least ten years to build! ”

This is the father's voice, the public Ji Xuan eavesdropping at the door, and through the crack in the door, the father's bewildered and angry face can be seen.

"Do you think the princess is a woman and is not worth it? Should this weapon be given to the Tang Emperor, who is about to run out of energy in the eyes of his father? ”

For the first time, Gong Ji Xuan saw his grandfather's serious wrinkled old face, and carefully recalled the dispute between his father and grandfather, princess?

It was a good impression that a beautiful face came to mind and the candy handed over.

Every time I see the princess, I receive delicious sweets, which taste sweet and have the fragrance of goat's milk.

Gong Yi Ji Xuan felt that the princess was a kind big sister and was easy to get close to.

The day after the argument, in the scorching blacksmith's workshop, my grandfather started work, but my father was not there.

Gong Xuan quietly hid from a distance and watched, this is impossible, his father will always follow his grandfather to learn from experience or chat, smile at each other, understand and help each other.

Gong Ji Xuan felt that it was not good, so he took off his round-necked clothes with a strong bookish atmosphere, changed into rough craftsman's clothes, and cowhide gloves with a fishy smell, and helped his grandfather forge a sword.

Day after day, day after day, day after day, deformed by hammering, put in the furnace to roast, take it out and beat it again.

Because the princess was using a sword, her grandfather also asked the princess what kind of sword was the best, and the princess gave a blueprint.

Gong Ji Xuan commented in his grandfather's words, this design drawing is amazing, even the current court craftsman Xu Zhucheng can't do this.

The wide and straight sword body, the sharp and narrow blade, and the thick grip can be seen through the design drawing, and the style of the entire sword can be seen through the design drawing, which is a Han sword.

Drum the bellows, add charcoal, and hammer out of the oven.

It wasn't until five years later that the dark iron was tempered, and the question was how to melt it and pour it into the mold.

Ordinary stoves don't work anymore, at least in the eyes of the public transport machine.

At this time, my father, who had run away from home, came back with a new stove, which was somewhat identical to the hat when it was built.

And for the prejudice of the grandfather, the father seems to have let go.

So the sword was cast, and after the mold was successfully melted, the prototype of the sword was completed, and the next step was to polish it smoothly and carve the pattern.

Because of Xuantie, these steps were not easy, and my grandfather's fell ill a few times.

Gong Ji Xuan wanted his grandfather to rest for a while, and the process could be handed over to them, but no matter what, his grandfather did not agree.

Year after year, Gong Xuan and his father were outside the blacksmith's workshop, drinking cold ale and chatting together.

"Ji Xuan, do you want to take the test to gain fame? If you want to be an official, how about going directly to Yang Youxiang's mansion and exchanging ten pieces of gold for a nine-grade official? ”

Gong Ji Xuan felt that his father was very cheerful today, not rigid at all, maybe drunk.

"Father, what is the use of this fame now? It's better to stay in the princess's mansion and serve the princess! ”

Gong Ji Xuan looked at his father and nodded with satisfaction, and he didn't see the drunkenness on his father's face, he was serious.

"You know, at first I didn't approve of making the ancestral black iron into a long sword and offering it to the princess, but in recent years, I have followed the princess to the north and south, and gradually realized some things, so I came back."

Gong Ji Xuan poured his father full of ale wine, the white foam slipped out of the bamboo tube and slid on the back of his father's rough hand, raised his eyebrows, wiped it with his hands, but touched the hard callus on his father's hand, and involuntarily remembered what his father said many years ago, don't forget your old job.

"What's wrong?"

"Not much," Gong Ji Xuan hurriedly retracted his hand, but it didn't seem to escape his father's eyes, so he diverted the topic, "I heard that I lost a set of distillation equipment a few days ago, and the red-nosed old man in the brewery seems to have exploded." ”

"Don't talk about other things, in fact, Ji Xuan, grandfather is afraid..."

Gong Ji Xuan comforted his father at first that his grandfather would be fine, but he watched his grandfather's body collapse day by day, just to forge a sword.

Ten years later.

The blower whirred, and the bus machine Xuan pulled the bolt desperately, wanting to cry but couldn't, watching his grandfather spitting blood in his mouth while smashing the tip of the sword with a hammer.

"Don't cry, Ji Xuan, you're already a man, and you're married!"

"Father!"

"Grandfather!"

The white beard was stained with blood, which had just splattered out of his mouth, but the hammer in his hand never stopped, and the tip of the sword was perfect!

"Grandfather, you can't be fine!"

Gong Ji Xuan howled excitedly, and his facial expression could no longer maintain normal.

Burst!

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and the auspicious cloud pattern of the sword body was stained red by blood, turning into a bright red flower.

"Don't come here, just one last hit, the strongest swordsmith will use their last life to create a peerless divine weapon! Passed down through the ages! ”

While!

The last hammer fell, and the sword was completely formed, this was a Han sword, and Wu Ruixiang gathered in the sword body and turned into a bewitching red flower imprinted on the sword body.

Gong Ji Xuan saw his grandfather frozen in place, his eyes were split, and he was about to rush forward, but his grandfather glared at him with his eyes, turned around and immediately put the sword into cold water to cool down.

The blood-stained pattern was forever imprinted on the sword.

"Yundan...."

Gong Ji Xuan stepped forward to support his grandfather with his father, only to hear these intermittent four words, until now kneeling in front of his grandfather's tomb with a long sword, he is still chanting.

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