The sixteen plates of dishes exuded a moving aroma, but the two people who ate did not eat a few bites, they were more drinking.

Wine is a celebratory wine, and when you encounter a happy event, of course, you should drink to celebrate.

There are two people who drink, one old and one young, the old one is Ye Zhiqiu, and the younger one is Kong Yunjie.

During the day, Ling Chi executed Qin Xing, getting rid of the great trouble of the master and apprentice, and the two set up this banquet that night and toasted to celebrate.

As soon as Qin Xing died, no one in this world knew what they were doing secretly, and even if others heard Qin Xing's testimony, they would not take it to heart. Who would believe the words of a thief? Who would believe that a dignified hero can do those things that hurt heaven and reason?

No one will believe it, never.

Ye Zhiqiu twisted the white jade wine glass with his old but very ruddy fingers, looking at the lightly lit wine swaying, and suddenly felt that the rivers and lakes were like this glass of wine, which had been played with by him in applause!

"Master's trick to kill people with a knife is really beautiful, if it is up to us to capture Qin Xing, I don't know how much more hands and feet it will take. Your old man used a little trick to use the power of the beggar gang to find Qin Xing, and easily caught him, saving us a lot of trouble. Kong Yunjie raised his wine glass and said with a smile.

"It's not so much that the beggar gang found out Qinxing, but that the beggar gang forced Qinxing out. Being targeted by the beggars, the pressure on his body is too great for anyone to bear. Qin Xing is just a lustful thief who covets beauty, but he doesn't have such a strong will. Ye Zhiqiu said leisurely.

"After getting rid of Qin Xing, we can sit back and relax while I take care of the trivialities. Then we will set off back to the 'Sun Moon Palace'. We're losing too much time these days. Martial arts are almost wasted. ”

"Go back so soon?" Kong Yunjie asked with widened eyes.

"What? Haven't you been out enough? Ye Zhiqiu asked rhetorically with his old eyelids.

"That Zhao is killing me in the ring. almost took my life, and made me show my appearance in front of the world, and cut off my two love swords, so that I don't even have a good sword to take advantage of now. I can't wait to eat his flesh raw, thirst for his blood, and if I don't kill him, I will never return to the Sun and Moon Palace! Kong Yunjie gritted his teeth. It was the first time he had suffered such a big loss since he was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes. His killing intent towards Zhao Zheng was even far greater than his killing intent towards Qin Xing.

"Your mood can be understood by the teacher, and he has promised to avenge you, but not now, but when the time is ripe. Now the Sword Casting Villa is protecting Zhao Zheng, and the team is full of good players, and there is no chance to make a move at all. And everyone knows that you have a holiday with Zhao Zheng, and after killing Zhao Zheng, it is inevitable that someone will suspect you. To be on the safe side. The matter will be discussed after the autumn. Ye Zhiqiu persuaded leisurely.

Kong Yunjie himself understands this truth. But he was really unwilling. He gritted his teeth so hard that his otherwise handsome face became eerie. He slapped the table heavily and said hatefully: "It's really cheap Zhao Zheng, just let him live a few more days." ”

"Don't worry, revenge is wrapped up in the teacher, as short as a few months, as long as two or three years, I will definitely find a way to help you eradicate Zhao Zheng, a shame, and the custody made him die very miserably." Ye Zhiqiu assured. Few of the people he wanted to kill would live long.

"I don't just want him to die, I want him to be tortured in other ways, I want him to see his beloved die in front of him, and I want him to be ruined!" Kong Yunjie gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, since you hate him so much, when I have the chance, I will find a way to frame him." Ye Zhiqiu sneered, raised his glass and took a sip of wine, as if he was drinking the blood of the enemy, "I guarantee that he will become the second Qinxing." ”

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The old man was waiting with his eyes closed, and so was the pitch-black sword in his arms. It is not a pleasant thing to wait for others, but he has patience, and older people always have some patience that is difficult for young people to achieve.

He had been waiting in this barren mountain for two days, and it was said that the convoy of Sword Forge Villa was about to pass through here, so as long as he waited, he would definitely be able to wait. During these two days, he ate only some dry food, drank some wine, and did not eat anything else. The lack of food did not make him weak, and his old body had decades of accumulated strength, and even if he did not eat or drink for a month, he would not die easily.

There was a sudden tremor on the ground, which gradually strengthened from small to large. The tremors were caused by the trampling of many horses' hooves and the crushing of the wheels, suggesting that a large convoy was approaching the area.

It's finally time to come.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and two points of essence bloomed under his eyes, even a young man could hardly have such an aggressive gaze! When he opened his eyes, the pitch-black sword throbbed like a hibernating beast crawling out of a cave, and the demons of hell breaking into the sun.

His hearing was unusually acute, and although he could hear the sound of a convoy moving forward, the convoy was actually miles away, and it would take some time for the convoy to arrive.

Before the convoy arrived, there was a person who flew here first, and from the perspective of light skills and body methods, his cultivation was not low, at least above the Fifth Heaven.

The old man glared at the man, whose figure slowly enlarged in his deep pupils.

Outwardly, the man was dressed very plainly, a bit like a bodyguard, the fabric all over his body was dark red, and there was a sword-shaped embroidery on his left chest. This embroidery is the symbol of Sword Forge Villa. It seems that this should be a farmer in Sword Forge Villa.

Even a small Zhuang Ding has a five-fold heavenly cultivation, which shows how strong the power of Sword Casting Villa is.

In fact, the person who came was not only Zhuang Ding of Sword Casting Villa, but also a spy of the team, who was responsible for exploring the way in front. He rose and fell all the way, jumped a foot away from the old man, stood on his heels, and looked the old man up and down. He saw that the old man's bearing was extraordinary, and the sword in his hand was also strange, so he didn't dare to underestimate it, so he immediately changed to a respectful look. In this respect, he was much smarter than the three robbers who had died at the hands of the old man not long ago.

"The old gentleman is above, please accept the next bow. I am a Zhuang Ding of Sword Casting Villa, and I am on the orders of the second master of the sword slave. Specially come here to explore the way. Soon after. The convoy led by the second master of the sword slave is about to pass through here. The large team of cars and horses will inevitably kick up some smoke and dust, I hope that it will not affect your elderly at that time, and I hope you can bear with me. The spy bowed deeply and said politely.

"It's okay, the old man is sitting here, just to wait for Guizhuang's convoy to pass here, and a little smoke and dust will not get in the way." The old man slowly stood up. The hem of the robe fell to the ground.

"It turns out that the old man is waiting for our convoy, this is really a coincidence, I don't know who the old man's surname is, who is the surname, can you tell me, if you are a friend of the village, I will go back to inform the second master of the sword slave." The spy's eyes lit up, and he immediately raised his vigilance.

"The old decay does not change its name, sits or changes its surname, its surname is Shen, and its name is the chief. On weekdays, I like to build some blades, thanks to the love of friends on the rivers and lakes. gave him the nickname 'Divine Fire Zhurong'. ”

"You are the famous Divine Fire Zhurong?" The spy's eyes trembled, and he looked so shocked that even his voice changed. It's no wonder that he is so stunned, if it comes to the skill and fame of sword casting, the divine fire is Zhu Rong. Gong Shen is second only to Tie Xuanfeng, the owner of Sword Casting Villa, and he is also a very remarkable figure in the rivers and lakes.

"If the little brother doesn't believe it, you can look at my head, I have a 'divine fire' as a memory." As he spoke, Gong Chang Shen transported a special fire element internal force and forced it to the top of his head, and the fire element internal force penetrated out of his body and ignited in the center of the bald head, forming a warm flame that whirred and jumped.

There will be more or less special places on the martial arts, and it is rumored that Gong Shen always likes to put a flame on his head, especially when forging swords or fighting, some people call the flame above his head a divine fire, which is also the mark on his body.

Even if the people on the rivers and lakes can't recognize the old face of Gong Shen, they can still recognize the divine fire above his head!

"It turns out that you are Shen senior, disrespectful, disrespectful, you just kept saying that you were waiting for the convoy of Honjo here, I don't know what is going on?" The spy asked tentatively. As the so-called peers are enemies, Gong Chang Shen is a famous swordsmith, and although he is not a friend of Sword Casting Villa, he has no friendship. People who don't have a friendship come to look for Sword Forge Villa, and nine times out of ten nothing good happens.

"You don't need to ask what the specific matter is, you just need to pass the word to the sword slave for me, and say that I, Gong Shen, ask to see him, and let him deign to be on the road with me for a while." Gong Chang Shen said lightly.

The spy spoke softly, and he couldn't afford to offend a big man like Gong Shen, so he could only obediently swallow a stomach of questions, say goodbye to Gong Shen, and turn back to the convoy to deliver the letter. His light skills were very good, and he soon sent the message to the ears of the sword slave.

After hearing this, the sword slave frowned, raised his right eyebrow, and wondered: "Gong Chang Shen and our two brothers of the Tie family have never dealt with each other very much, and there was a conflict because of the matter of sword forging level, what is his idea of stopping my convoy halfway?" ”

"The little one once dared to ask about this, but Senior Shen refused to say it, and he had to wait for you to pass before he was willing to reveal the truth." The spy knelt on one knee and replied honestly.

Zhao Zheng sat on the side and could hear clearly. He knew the person of Gong Chang Shen and had a certain understanding, but he also couldn't guess Gong Chang Shen's thoughts. His trip is not within the known events of the rivers and lakes, it is full of unknowns, and he may encounter someone and something.

Participating in the known events of the rivers and lakes will make him feel like he is in control, and participating in such unknown events will make him feel a little more thrilled.

Now that Gong Shen has drawn a path for the sword slave, the sword slave has no choice but to go down this road.

"Let the convoy move on, I'm going to see what this old boy does." The sword slave waved his hand, lowered the curtains, and sat back in place with his lips pouted.

Soon the sound of the coachman shouting and shouting sounded all around, and the convoy moved forward again.

At this time, as long as you wait and see what happens, so Zhao Zheng didn't ask much, and waited patiently by the side.

The convoy walked a short way forward, and the sword slave suddenly picked up the sword in his arms and slapped it twice in his hand. He felt that this sword was a little unwieldy in front of Gong Shen, and it would be a shame for the Sword Casting Villa, so he withdrew the sword into the huge sword box. His sword-forging level is limited, and he can't forge the best sword, which is a cut worse than Tie Xuanfeng, and a cut worse than Shen Gongchang. Despite this, he was still unwilling to show weakness in front of Gong Shen, even if his face was swollen, he had to be this fat man.

"Brother Sword Slave, I know you're in the convoy. If you have time. Please see you when you get off the bus. ”

The convoy walked and walked. Suddenly, the voice of Gong Shen came from the opposite side, and the voice was as loud as a mountain song, and it was heard far away in the plain, and it lasted for a long time.

"Captain Shen! No need to shout, I'll come out! The sword slave reached out and slapped the car door on the left-hand side, grabbing the huge sword box and jumping out. He stomped in mid-air, slamming the sword case on his thin back as he advanced.

Zhao Zheng felt that there was excitement to see. Holding the Zichu Sword in his hand, he also jumped out. He didn't have the ability to fly in the air, but he had no problem taxiing all the way, and he could land every few feet.

In order to protect the sword slave and Zhao Zheng, several good players came out of the team and secretly followed behind these two people.

The sword slave flew in mid-air for a while, and finally saw Gong Shen who was blocking the middle of the road, and made a "cloud flip" and landed on the ground. Zhao Zheng followed closely behind, made a "fallen ladder", and his body spun and fell to the ground. It looks chic and elegant. As for the others, they fell behind the two of them one after another, and they were all in good spirits. Stand still.

Gong Shen had flames on his head, glanced at the sword slave, and said with his fists clenched: "Brother sword slave, unconsciously, three years have passed since our last goodbye, how have you been doing all these years?" ”

"It's all an old bone, what's good or bad, just deal with life. I heard that you have mixed well in the past two years, and some people say that you have climbed the high branch of the powerful and began to cast weapons for the imperial court, I wonder if there is such a thing? The sword slave asked casually.

"There is indeed such a thing, thanks to the emperor's fancy, let me be the royal swordsmith."

"It's amazing to be able to cast a sword for the imperial court, admire, admire."

"The imperial court provided me with sword casting materials, and I sold this sword-casting ability, and the two sides took what they needed from each other, and there was nothing to admire. I'm not as imposing as your Tie brothers, and I have a huge mountain villa as a backing. A lonely person like me, if I don't have the support of a single force, I can't even get together those expensive sword-forging materials. ”

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and I have no right to ask. Okay, Chief Shen, don't beat around the bush with me, just say what you have to say. You came all the way here and stopped me halfway, you couldn't have come to gossip with me. The sword slave waved his hand, interrupting the meaningless greetings.

"Since you are quick to speak, then I will say it as it is. The reason why I came to you is because I heard that you have recently forged a high-quality sword, the First Sword. I want to use a high-grade sword that I recently forged to compare with your Zichu Sword. As the saying goes, you can't miss when you meet a master, and it's the same when you meet a good sword, I really don't want to miss it. Elder Shen's eyes narrowed slightly, swallowing the cold light, and the pitch-black sword in his hand was already eager to try.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they had figured out the purpose of Gong Shen's visit, it turned out that this old swordsmith was here to come over to "fight swords"!

Just like fighting dogs, cockfights, and crickets, swords can also be fought, and there are many kinds of fighting, with many rules and exquisiteness. The lower and middle grade swords are often fought in terms of quality and sharpness, while the upper and best swords are often fought by the sword spirit.

It is difficult for ordinary people to get a good sword, and the people who can have the capital to fight the sword are often some princes and nobles, heroes of the rivers and lakes, or famous swordsmiths.

Back then, Gong Chang Shen had a high-grade sword fight with Tie Xuanfeng, but he suffered a fiasco, and the sword released was like a defeated rooster, and it was cut to pieces.

Jian Nu estimated that Gong Shen was holding a grudge, so he came to find a place today. If it was a top-grade sword, he couldn't take it easily, and he didn't want to borrow it from his brother, but he was still not afraid of fighting a top-grade sword. What's more, Zi Chu Sword is the best among the top-grade swords, and even the famous sword like the Jiuyang Sword can be easily cut off, and it is difficult for a top-grade sword to match.

"Okay, since you want to fight, I'll just accompany Zi Chujian. Tell me, what kind of fighting method do you want? The sword slave took it down, blew his beard and glared.

"You just do things simply, even your brother can't compare to this, it's really heroic." The flames on Gong Shen's head suddenly rose sharply, and a meaningful smile appeared on the old face. He came to the fight today, but he came prepared and was completely sure. Once Zi Chujian is defeated, he will not only be able to lose his shame, but also make the black sword in his hand famous, which is really killing two birds with one stone.

"Don't pat yourself on the back, just scratch it off, I may be afraid of you in other aspects. I'm not afraid of sword fighting. ”

"Actually, I didn't think of any special fighting methods. Just follow the usual fighting method. You take out your Zichu Sword. I took out my superior sword, and the two of us threw it into the air, letting the two swords fight themselves in the air. If any sword is injured first, it will be considered a loss, what do you think? ”

"I think it's okay, this fighting method is the best." The sword slave's gaze swept and fell on the black sword in Gong Shen's hand, "Is the high-grade sword you want to use the sword in your hand?" ”

"That's right. It's this sword! Coincidentally, this sword, like Zichu Sword, was also cast recently, but it is not as famous as Zichu Sword, it is just an obscure sword. Gong Shen admitted.

"If your sword can defeat Zichu Sword today, it will soon become famous all over the world." The sword slave snorted coldly.

"When a true person does not tell lies, I have this intention." Gong Chang Shen said confidently and proudly.

"Famous generals don't kill nameless ghosts, what is the name of the sword in your hand, report it."

Now that the matter has come to this, there is no need to hide it. Gong Shen held the black sword horizontally in front of him. Pull out a section of the sword slightly, and the sword body is actually the same as the scabbard. It is also pure black, with a slight matte texture. He admired the sword he loved, and introduced: "This sword is made of obsidian as a raw material, it took a full nine hundred and eighty-one days, the sword body is as black as ink, and it is natural, I named it 'Phantom'." ”

"Phantom Sword, good name, what grade is it?" The sword slave asked.

"You really ask this question, Zichu Sword is a top-grade sword, of course I have to fight with a top-grade sword, is it possible that I can still bully Zi Chujian with the best sword?" Gong Shen raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully.

"People are old and treacherous, horses are old and slippery, who knows what bad water you have in your stomach. I'm so scared of being deceived in my life, I really have to guard against it. ”

"Since you don't believe it, then check it yourself, and after you confirm that it is correct, we will compare it." Gong Shen returned the sword into the sheath, flipped his wrist, pushed the phantom sword forward, and handed it to the sword slave.

In line with the principle of villain first and then gentleman, the sword slave really stepped forward, took the phantom sword in his hand, and carefully checked it up and down. He has been dealing with swords all his life, and his judgment of the grade of the sword is extremely accurate, and he never looks away.

In addition to the hardness, sharpness, toughness, etc., the biggest difference between the top-grade sword and the top-grade sword is the activity of the sword spirit. The sword spirit of the best sword is far stronger than the sword spirit of the top grade sword, and it can come out of the sword, revealing its true nature, and even directly injuring people. The concept of a sword spirit out of its sheath is similar to a person's soul out of the body.

Zichu Sword is only a line away from the best sword, and the difference is in the sword spirit aspect, and it is impossible to make the sword spirit out of the sheath. Fortunately, there is hope that this point will be made up for the day after tomorrow, and after a small number of high-grade swords have been used for a long time, the sword spirit can become stronger and stronger, until it reaches a level where it can be out of the body. If the sword spirit of the Zichu Sword can also be unsheathed in the future, it will be able to leap into the ultimate sword.

There are two ways to judge the strength of a sword's sword spirit, both internal and external. The external way of judging is to let the sword directly release the sword spirit, if you can do this, it is naturally the best sword; The inner way of judging is to feel the activity of the sword spirit quietly and silently through the feeling of the heart, and if the sword spirit is active to a certain extent, it can also be judged as the best sword.

The sword slave held the phantom sword in his hand, pulled it out of its scabbard, and felt the cold air on the sword. Although he didn't deal with Gong Shen, he had to admit that this sword was indeed of extraordinary quality, and it could be seen at a glance that it was a rare good sword, and the quality was close to Zichu's sword. He nodded secretly, and reached out to caress the back of the sword, just like rubbing his lover's jade muscle when he was young, and felt it carefully.

He quickly got the result, the sword spirit of this Phantom Sword was very ordinary, and it was far inferior to Zichu Sword in terms of activity!

If these two swords are allowed to fight, Zichu Sword will undoubtedly win.

Since it is a duel that is sure to be won, what else is there to be afraid of.

"I've checked it, this is indeed a top-grade sword, not a top-grade sword, and we can start fighting swords." The sword slave returned the phantom sword to Gong Shen and said happily.

Gong Shen was also laughing, and he was laughing more happily than the sword slave. He smiled and agreed: "The sword is in my hand, and I can fight at any time, and now I will send your Zichu Sword." ”

"Zichu Sword is by my side, and it can also be used at any time." The sword slave turned his head as he spoke, and ordered at Zhao Zheng, "Boy, lend me your Zichu Sword, and fight with this old guy's Phantom Sword to see whose sword is more powerful." ”

Zhao Zheng didn't hand over the Zichu Sword immediately, but frowned and said: "Sword slave senior, this is absolutely unacceptable, you have fallen for the plan of the Shen Gong, his phantom sword is not a top-grade sword, but a top-grade sword!" (To be continued......)