If you want to say why Longquan Villa has such a reputation in the rivers and lakes, it is mainly the founder of the villa, Master Ou Yezi. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Ou Yezi, a master of sword refining, traveled all over the world, and when he arrived in Longquan, Zhejiang, he found a lake water, which was sweet and cold and clear, and there were seven wells by the lake, just like the Big Dipper in the sky.

It was at this time that Ou Yezi forged the male and female swords of 'Longquan' and 'Tai'a' in this place.

In terms of sword-casting technology at that time, 'Longquan' and 'Tai'a' have become the world's divine weapons.

With the passage of time, the swords cast by Longquan Villa are all highly respected, and the place where Master Ou Yezi once discovered the seven wells has long been turned into Longquan Villa, also known as Sword Casting Villa.

From ancient times to the present, whether it is the Han Dynasty, the Sui Dynasty, or today's Qianyang, the people in the rivers and lakes are often swordsmen, which is because since the Qin Dynasty, whether it is the emperor and the general, or the literati and inkmen, the chivalrous plume, and the civilian pawns, they are admired by them.

A famous sword not only highlights a person's status and status, but also shows the person's elegant character and so on.

This has created the reason why there are too many swordsmen in Qianyang, not to mention the people of the rivers and lakes, some scholars who go to Beijing to take the exam will also have the habit of wearing swords.

Riding a horse into Yuhang, where people came and went, Fang Yun and Song Changdao got off the horse one after another, and went home to get the sword, there is no need to be so public, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World has no aura of hatred, and some idle people, when they see his dress and mount, they are often timid first, and they don't give him a chance to show his skills.

Song Changdao was not far from him, kept a certain distance, walked for a while, and then rushed to the palace, this group of princes and princesses did not leave, and Fang Yun did not like to go home, otherwise he would have to get together with them to drink tea and chat, it was very boring, and when he was talking, the princes had to show their loyalty to their father from time to time, or if there was any great kindness, Fang Yun was simply disgusting to death.

This time, Fang Yun didn't see those Fang Kai and the others, I heard that he went to find some talented and beautiful people to get together, His Royal Highness the Prince didn't care, he met his father, and then ran to the Scripture Pavilion with two bottles of bamboo leaves.

Fang Yun and the dumb fourth uncle sat on the steps of the scripture pavilion, drinking in silence, when Fang Yun saw him again, he rarely spoke, maybe for a mute, it was much better to drink in silence than to listen to a person narrate the story.

The fourth uncle couldn't speak, and often could only gesture with his hands, or write on the ground, and the fourth uncle asked him after drinking: "Do you like to practice swords?" ”

Fang Yun didn't dare to lie in the face of the fourth uncle who had worked hard to steal the sword, but he didn't dare to tell a lie, and smiled bitterly: "I don't know if I like it or not, I just think that the person who uses the sword is very handsome and powerful." ”

However, after the fourth uncle was slightly silent, there was no unhappy look, Fang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and the fourth uncle immediately let him follow and enter the small house where he usually slept.

His Royal Highness looked around and felt that this house was not only simple, but even simple, but he only sighed slightly, and there was nothing he could do.

I didn't know the fourth uncle's body before, but now someone told him that the former second young master of Longquan Mountain, eighteen years ago, Longquan Villa received a holy decree to create a new Shangfang sword for the emperor, and after nine hundred and eighty-one days of construction, the old owner asked the fourth uncle, that is, the second young master of Longquan Villa, to lead a team to give it to the saint.

As a result, there was an accident, Shang Fang's sword was lost, but the promise of the emperor was not delivered on time, it would not be simple, and the young owner who was to be executed was let go by the old owner, but he was also chased by the six doors for a long time, and finally the old owner died for him.

Since then, the new owner of Longquan Villa is his own brother, Ou Lianxin.

As for what the fourth uncle's name was, since he came to Yanwang's Mansion, Fang Yun felt that it didn't matter, just call him the fourth uncle, maybe the fourth uncle didn't want to mention his former name, the fourth uncle picked up the black sword box at the head of the bed and slowly handed it to him.

Fang Yun held it in his arms with both hands, only to find that this black sword box was ebony engraved with a large seal, the sword box was nearly six feet long and six inches wide, much larger than the ordinary sword box, it felt quite heavy to hold, and the hilt of the sword was not outside, but inside the sword box, Fang Yun didn't know if it was a sword or multiple handles inside.

Originally, he wanted to open the sword box, but the fourth uncle shook his head and asked him to go back and open it by himself, Fang Yun just nodded obediently, and didn't ask why.

Fang Yun, who was carrying the big sword box, went to say goodbye to King Yan, and also met Zhuge Wuhou and Yang Zaixing, several people looked at themselves in surprise, and felt that Fang Yun, who was a little thin, walked with the big sword box on his back.

His Royal Highness, who couldn't stand this kind of gaze, said hello to them, and hurriedly retreated, and rushed to Leifeng Pagoda with Song Changdao.

Towards the West Lake in the evening, the tourists were scattered, leaving only a red light from the west shining on the lake, Fang Yun held the ebony sword box that could be a hundred years or even a thousand years, and placed it by the lake.

The old monk was also beside him, and when Fang Yun came back, Fahai looked at the sword box, and the old monk who had never practiced swords sighed: "Your Highness's swordsmanship is average, I didn't think this sword is a treasure." ”

"Who said I had average swordsmanship?" Fang Yun's face was unhappy, I just practiced swords for a short time.

"His Royal Highness once said that he wanted to learn the Yijin Sutra, but that person asked you to be a monk, you were angry and didn't learn, how about I give you a chance?"

His Royal Highness was stunned, but squinted his eyes, touched his chin and said, "What chance?" ”

"I bet Your Highness won't be able to hold the sword in the sword box."

"What if you hold it?"

"I'll teach you the Yijin Sutra, help you wash the marrow and cut the veins, and improve your martial arts talent."

"What about what if you can't hold it?" Fang Yun wasn't unconfident in himself, but he also had to ask the old guy in the province what he couldn't do.

"I recently watched the sky at night, this year there is a lot of rain in Jiangnan and other places, and it is another disaster year, if the disaster victims pour into Hangzhou, not to mention let them enter the city, I only hope that His Royal Highness can save more people, do not let them starve to death for the better, save people's lives is better than create a seven-level floating slaughter, Amitabha." The old monk is not a character in TV or movies, in Fang Yun's eyes, he has always been a Fahai Zen master with good thoughts and compassion.

Fang Yun clapped his hands: "Okay, you said it, but even if you don't say it, I won't watch them starve to death, besides, I don't believe that this sword will fly, even if it flies away, this son will let him take me away." ”

The old monk was kind and unsmiling, as if he was waiting to see him laugh.

When the sword box was placed on the ground, Xiaohong also appeared on the surface of the water and looked at the two curiously.

The whole body is a black ebony sword box, the material is excellent, it can be exchanged for catties and gold, Fang Yun dialed the mechanism, only to hear a click, "It's very simple." ”

But as soon as Fang Yun was about to open the sword box, a transparent sword qi poured out along the sword box, and the qi was fast and full, and Fang Yun, who didn't have time to take away the palm of his hand, blood had already dripped on the lawn.

The old monk smiled and said nothing, and Xiaohong saw that Fang Yun was injured, and he was jumping non-stop in the water.

His Royal Highness the Prince frowned slightly, it seemed that it was a psychic sword, although his hand was pierced, Fang Yun was not discouraged, but became even more excited.

Fang Yun, who was secretly running the true qi, pressed on the sword box, and the sword qi came out again, but His Royal Highness, who had experience, opened the sword box, although he was injured by the sword qi again, he could be regarded as seeing this treasure of Zhenzhuang.

There is only one long sword in the sword box, the sword is three feet and seven inches long, the sword body is engraved with a large seal from the Spring and Autumn Period, the surrounding area is dark silver, and the hilt is dark black, but Fang Yun can see that the hilt of the sword is also ebony, but it is not comparable to the ebony of the sword box, the ebony on the hilt is black and bright, although it is all thousands of years of ebony, but this wood is also good and bad.

As for what the name of this sword was, he didn't know, Fang Yun saw a line of unknown seals engraved on the sword box, fortunately, Fahai recognized it, so he explained to him: "Although the old man Ou Yezi has built a giant sword with divine iron, there are still too many left, even if he casts a dagger 'dragon scale', it is also to deal with the imperial court, and the essence of divine iron finally let the old man cast this sword in his old age, just waiting for someone destined to take the sword." ”

Fahai didn't expect that with his two or three hundred years old, he could still see such a miracle, so he saw him recite the sentence: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

The old monk patted Fang Yun on the shoulder: "Well, this sword is still nameless, but the sword qi of more than a thousand years is not easy to take, if you don't want to die, try it." ”

Fang Yun swallowed his saliva and tried it, but as soon as he dared to touch the edge of the sword box, the raging sword qi poured out from the sword body, and he couldn't touch the long sword at all, let alone hold it.

"Your Highness has thrown in the towel?" The old monk smiled and said, Your Highness, you are still young, Lao Tzu has lived for more than 200 years, nearly 300 years old, you play with me?

"Not convinced." The stubborn Fang Yun looked at this sword with a cold face, a weapon was still dragged like this, how could Lao Tzu surrender a weapon?

Fang Yun, who was dressed in a green shirt, stretched out his hand to the void and held it, and the silver-black long sword flew out of thin air, and the pitch-black hilt was instantly grasped by him.

However, the crazy sword qi exploded in an instant, just looking at Fang Yun's sleeves directly turned into powder, and his clothes were also cut into silk threads, with Fang Yun as the center, the trees within a radius of ten meters fell one after another, and the grass was one layer shorter.

The sound of the sword sounded, and the low-frequency sound ran through the entire Jiangnan, and when it first appeared in the world, the sword intent rose from the ground and scattered into the sky.

Xiaohong was so frightened that she hid in the water, and the old monk stood aside, not moving.

I don't know how many swordsmen there are in Jiangnan, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he surrendered, but it was like a declaration of war.

His Royal Highness, who barely held the long sword, knelt on the ground with a painful face, his right hand had turned into a bloody hand, although his arm was trembling and dripping with blood, he still held the hilt of the sword tightly, and never let go.

"Broken sword, you are releasing a sword qi, Lao Tzu will break you." Fang Yun's body was full of blood marks, the sword qi was surging, he was a little angry, he released his murderous aura, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and the tip of the sword with the other, he was about to break this sword.

What is surprising is that this sword is actually cowardly!

Fahai's eyes also widened, what is going on, the thousand-year-old sword that was originally very bullish is so afraid?

"No, how can this be?" Fa Hai rubbed his hands angrily, with the realm of Fang Yun's second-rate martial artist, he couldn't break this sword, how could this sword be coaxed.

Could it be that the yin and yang artistic conception of the great master scared it?

The old monk was very unhappy, he was nearly 300 years old, and he finally broke his vows to gamble once, but he still lost, which was really unpleasant.

After dark, the old monk carried the unconscious His Royal Highness the Prince in one hand, and returned to Leifeng Pagoda with the sword box in the other, and saw Fang Yun with blurred flesh and blood, Song Changdao knelt directly, yes, knelt.

I thought that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World had met the assassin again, and he was so frightened that he was about to cry, and he was injured like this, isn't it useless.

"Skin trauma, but it is easy to leave scars, you can give your son some medicine." The old monk glanced at Song Changdao lightly.

He vaguely heard Fang Yun say that the old monk was very powerful, so let him not mess with him, so he was relieved that His Royal Highness the Prince would go out with him.

Song Changdao took a closer look at Fang Yun's body and found that it was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly moved him back to the bed and rubbed the ointment.

As for how His Royal Highness the Prince of the World was injured like this, the old monk asked Song Changdao to ask His Royal Highness the Prince tomorrow, as a half-step great grandmaster, Song Changdao, the guard with a knife, looked at Fahai very seriously, and then honestly went to take care of His Highness.

He didn't sleep well that night, and he seemed to see in the eyes of the old monk that a golden-bodied Arhat was stepping towards the gate of heaven, and lotus was growing step by step under his feet.

The handsome and dashing Fang Yun was tied into a mummy, fortunately, the lower half of his body was not injured by the sword qi, otherwise Fang Yun would definitely melt the sword that did not have a name.

The damage of the small sword qi was not too great, but it was densely packed and scary, to avoid being exposed to the wind and cold, Song Changdao could only bandage Fang Yun.

Only his left hand can move, he has a very hard time eating, Song Changdao didn't dare to say the words of returning to Yanwang's Mansion, if he goes back, the most unlucky thing is still him, the guard, so he let the gloating Xiao Yuwen feed His Royal Highness.

Fortunately, they were all skin injuries, and after a few days, Fang Yun couldn't bear it, so he removed all the bandaged white cloths, and found that the wounds on his body were almost healed, but he didn't know if there would be scars.

In the future, there will still be dense scars on his body, and Fang Yun will definitely kick this broken sword with one kick.

"Yu Wen, what do you say I should name this sword?" Fang Yun sat quietly under the willow tree next to Leifeng Pagoda, and Xiao Yuwen on the side took care of him here.

"You said everything, you want to name him, can I count it if I say it." The little monk with white eyes said, and Fang Yun, who was smiling dumbly, was speechless.

"From the Spring and Autumn Period to Qianyang, this sword has gone through more than 1,700 years, it has always been the treasure of Longquan Villa, I can only say that I am also lucky, such a good sword has never had an owner." Even if Fang Yun was very angry with this sword, he had to say that getting such a divine weapon would definitely surprise some swordsmen.

"As for your name, let's call it 'Shocking Cloud'." Fang Yun still remembered that the long sword was born that day, and when it was held in his hand, the sword intent shook the sky and clouds, which made Fang Yun feel very deeply.

Not only the cloud in the sky was frightened, but also this 'cloud' on the earth.

"Xiao Yuwen, what do you think, what is this name?" Fang Yun picked up the dark silver and blackened the Shocking Cloud Sword, flicked the sword body, and emitted a slight sword sound, which was so pleasant to the ear.

"Okay."

"Huh?" His Royal Highness the Prince frowned, and Yu Wen instantly turned on the sycophant function.

"It's really good, look at this sword body, it's so beautifully portrayed, what a perfect size of three feet and seven inches, just matching His Highness's figure, if you want me to say, this sword is just worthy of His Highness, His Highness's appearance of talent .........."

"It's okay, you go to practice boxing, I'll take a look at this sword again." Fang Yun let go of Xiao Yuwen with a comfortable face, and caressed the shocking clouds, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but now he was unwell and couldn't make big moves, otherwise His Royal Highness would have to practice a set of swordsmanship and try this shocking cloud sword well.