Chapter 56, Broken Sword?

Lin Feng has been following Zhuo Donglai for three years.

Three years ago, he was unruly, because he killed a local bully in Yizhou, and then died in the world, and finally met Zhuo Donglai on the way out of Yizhou. There is no so-called sympathy, only killing and being killed. At that time, Zhuo Dong came to Yizhou to purchase goods, and he, an outlaw who had just killed someone, thought about getting some gold and silver, so that he could live more comfortably on the way to escape, so he hit Zhuo Donglai with his idea.

The first time he saw Zhuo Donglai, it was summer, and Zhuo Donglai was wearing a purple gown, which looked unspeakably expensive. In Lin Feng's opinion, such a noble person must be afraid of death, and if he threatens this person with death, he will definitely gain a lot. At that time, Lin Feng was even ready to kill Zhuo Donglai.

He had already killed one life, and he didn't mind carrying another life.

That night, he carried out his plan, but when he used the incense to charm the guards according to the original plan, and broke into Zhuo Donglai's room, thinking that he was done, he was not greeted with gold and silver.

For the next three years, he couldn't help but look at his fingers whenever he thought about it.

His fingers are very thick, the roots are like sycamore branches, but there are only nine fingers, and the index finger of his left hand was cut off by Zhuo Donglai's sword that night, he broke the martial arts, but he couldn't see Zhuo Donglai's sword clearly. Zhuo Donglai's sword was faster than the limit of his naked eye, so he only felt the white light flash away, and looked down to see his index finger dripping blood on the ground, and then the sharp pain swept through his body, and the wail sounded.

Then those who were supposed to be fascinated stood in the doorway with torches.

That day, he thought he was going to die, but Zhuo Donglai did not kill him, he saw Zhuo Donglai very elegantly inserted the sword into the scabbard and said, "I can not kill you." But you have to promise me one condition. ”

At that time, he agreed, at that time he just wanted to live, and only by living can people take revenge.

But in the following months, he didn't want to take revenge, he deeply felt Zhuo Donglai's strength and wisdom, he almost couldn't believe how there could be such a terrible person in this world? Immediately, this reverence gradually changed qualitatively over time, and turned into respect.

Zhuo Donglai does not compromise his opponents, kills them all, and does not leave any troubles, but he can be regarded as a clear reward and punishment for his subordinates who do their best. is full of grace, and Lin Feng, who has always had a grudge against Zhuo Donglai, has to praise this.

A year later, Zhuo Donglai suddenly threw him a heavy burden full of at least twenty ingots of gold, and said to him, "Now you can leave." He was stunned for a while, but in the end he didn't leave, and returned the gold to Zhuo Donglai, and he chose to stay.

Lin Feng, who had been living in fear of Zhuo Donglai, suddenly found that he had not died in the world all these years, and his life seemed to be more comfortable and fulfilling than before. He understood afterwards. If he had left that day, he would have died.

"Strangling the crisis in the cradle!" This is one of Zhuo Donglai's principles. Lin Feng has always thought that Zhuo Donglai is a heroic figure, because Zhuo Donglai has no love words on his face and heart, and he has a thorough understanding of people and things. How is it that such a person is not a tyrant or even a hegemon who stirs up one side??

But as he stayed by Zhuo Donglai's side for a longer time, Lin Feng found that Zhuo Donglai was not ruthless, but that Zhuo Donglai's love was all used on one person, a person he had never seen before.

Zhuo Donglai has three carrier pigeons. These pigeons are fed by Zhuo Dong and no one is allowed to touch them. Lin Feng rarely saw these carrier pigeons rarely fly out, but he has seen many carrier pigeons fly back.

Two years ago to now. In two years, there are now seven pigeons in the pigeon basket, two of which have died of old age. Lin Feng had the heart to witness the scene when Zhuo Donglai saw the carrier pigeon flying from the sky, and at that time he even thought that he was hallucinating, and Zhuo Donglai actually showed a very innocent smile on his face?

At that time, Lin Feng knew that the owner of this carrier pigeon was a person that Zhuo Donglai attached great importance to! Zhuo Donglai is also the Zhuo Ye in the hearts of their group of people. For the people that Zhuo Ye values, almost everyone is very curious, but no one asks about this matter, even if she has the best relationship with Zhuo Ye, the butterfly girl who treats Zhuo Ye like a sister does not dare to ask, let alone others?

There is no hatred in his heart, does he remember who the person Zhuo Ye values is, he hopes to see this person one day.

As the days around Zhuo Ye grew, he gradually understood some things that ordinary people did not understand, such as Zhuo Ye created a drunken building in the world, the restaurants are all two-story structures, and there is always a room on the second floor that is empty, except for the people who go in to clean every day, no one is allowed to enter.

Once he saw Zhuo Donglai enter Jiangxi Qiankun drunk, took a look at the empty room, and saw that the room was not clean, but simply waved his hand, and ordered someone to invite the person who cleaned the room to leave Qiankun and get drunk.

The subordinates who were drunk knew very well that Zhuo Donglai was very tolerant of the subordinates, never scolded and beat them, and even sometimes brought a very soft smile when passing in front of the subordinates, so inviting the subordinates to leave Qiankun and getting drunk was already Zhuo Ye's biggest anger.

Therefore, as soon as Qiankun got drunk, no one dared to perfunctory clean the room that had been empty at will.

Lin Feng had been by Zhuo Ye's side for more than two years, and at that time he vaguely understood that maybe in Zhuo Ye's eyes, getting drunk was nothing, and it was just the vacant room that mattered.

He had always wondered if the room was empty, just as he had always wondered who the owner of the pigeon was, but today he got the answer. He followed Zhuo Ye from a distance, and Zhuo Ye walked into the empty room with Jun Xiaoran with a sincere smile on his face without any merchant look, and pushed it away.

The room was very simple, with a chuang, a desk, a wooden chair, and a sword hanging on the wall.

"I hope one day you can stay here for one night, I'm sure you'll love it." Zhuo Donglai looked at Jun Xiao with a smile and said.

At this moment, Lin Feng knew that the owner of the pigeon was the person in front of him, and the thirty-six Qiankun were drunk, and the room that was always empty in each Qiankun was also prepared for this person......

Lin Feng knew that the thirty-six rooms distributed in all states and counties in the world were drunk, and no one was allowed to enter each spare room that had to be cleaned, so he stood honestly outside this room, guarding Zhuo Donglai and Jun Xiaoran who walked into the door like the other three.

It's a very ordinary and even a little shabby room, if Lin Feng didn't know what Zhuo Ye was thinking about in this room, I'm afraid he really thought that Zhuo Ye was deliberately snubbing this guest from afar?

The door was closed by Zhuo Donglai himself. Not to mention anything else, let's talk about treatment, and there is only one copy in the world.

At the door, Lin Feng heard a sonorous voice.

It was not difficult to see that the sonorous sound in this simply furnished room must have been taken down by someone who had taken down the sword that hung on the wall.

Jun Xiaoran took down the sword hanging on the wall, this sword is undoubtedly much better than the sword on Jun Xiaoran's body, both in terms of material and casting process, it can be regarded as a top product, but Jun Xiaoran only glanced at it a few times, then inserted the sword into the scabbard, and said, "What is the name of this sword?" ”

"Graphite."

"Graphite?"

"Yes, it's the Graphite Sword."

"Who forged this sword?"

"I forged it."

"You can forge a sword now?"

"Not being able to do it for a while doesn't mean that you won't be able to do it for a lifetime, sometimes if you like something, you will naturally learn it, and I'm a little smart." Zhuo Donglai chuckled.

How clever is it? If sword forging can be learned only by a few smarts, then how can there be only so few famous swordsmiths in the world?

If a swordsmith wants to forge a good sword, in addition to his own talent, hard work and other internal and external factors, it is also related to the right time and place, otherwise he will definitely not be able to forge a sword that has been famous for thousands of years.

It is not difficult to see that Zhuo Donglai spends a lot of time on sword casting. As for whether Zhuo Donglai was deceiving him, he never thought about it. It's not because Jun Xiaoran trusts Zhuo Donglai too much, but Jun Xiaoran has never given a chance to a friend, and if a chance passes, then a friend is not a friend.

Zhuo Donglai is a person who knows how to weigh the pros and cons, and it is different that he will not pity this.

If Lin Feng knew Jun Xiaoran's thoughts, he should think so! Indeed, in addition to being busy with business, Zhuo Ye, who was the supreme person in their hearts throughout the year, spent almost two-thirds of the remaining time on sword forging.

Over the years, Zhuo Donglai has successively forged thirteen swords that are quite satisfactory in his eyes. None of these swords were for sale, but hung on the wall of a room in a drunken building in Qiankun that was never open to the public.

"The name of the sword is too elegant, I don't like it very much, but this sword is a good sword like the sunshot I saw earlier." Jun Xiaoran hung his sword on the wall.

A touch of loss flashed in Zhuo Donglai's eyes, and he smiled bitterly: "But you still don't look down on this sword, do you?" ”

"It's not that I can't look down on it, but I haven't met a sword that I like more than the sword in my hand now!" Immediately, Jun Xiaoran pulled out the sword on his waist, Zhuo Dong came to look at Jun Xiaoran and drew the sword, he has always been rich in words, and it is difficult to describe Jun Xiaoran's technique of drawing the sword, maybe in short, it should be elegant and sharp!

From Zhuo Dong's point of view, in all fairness, this kind of sword drawing technique is unmatched among the swordsmen and swordsmen he knows. Perhaps only Ye Gucheng, who had not drawn his sword in front of him, could be compared.

Zhuo Donglai did not lose his mind, he knew that Jun Xiaoran did not draw the sword to him temporarily, how elegant, sharp, and fast the sword was, but to let him take a look at the sword in his hand.

This is a sword in the middle of the material and the top in the casting process.

This sword has been following Jun Xiaodye for almost two years.

Zhuo Donglai was engrossed, staring at the sword carefully, and after a long, long time, he sighed deeply: "This is a sword that is about to break. ”

This sentence landed, and suddenly, a buzzing sound sounded in the drunken building. (To be continued......)