In the sword-casting room, everyone couldn't help but whisper as they listened to Mu Qingke announce the rules of the competition.

In Zhao Xiangzi's era, the sword represented the pinnacle of bronze sword casting technology, and it achieved excellence in all aspects.

But after all, it is only a commemorative sword, and it has not been used for combat since the day it was born, so it is not very difficult to imitate it with the current sword-casting process.

If measured by the grade of today's weapons, the Clothes Slashing Sword can reach the upper grade of the trial level at most.

And forging a trial-level high-grade longsword, a swordsmith with a little bit of Taoism can do a good job, and even the quality of the imitation will be even better than the real thing.

But as the saying goes, the simplest is often the hardest.

Since it is impossible to distinguish the obvious superiority in the casting process, it is the swordsmith's own heritage that determines the outcome of this competition.

This involves the swordsmith's understanding of the bronze sword, the understanding of the aesthetics of the ancient era, the control of the ancient casting process, and the swordsmith's own cultural cultivation.

And most of these are unquantifiable and ethereal, just like a layman looking at the calligraphy of everyone, it is difficult to see the wonders.

However, when these ethereal things are skillfully integrated into the sword by the swordsmith, they will produce a wonderful quality that will give the whole sword a transcendent quality.

This is the role of the essence, which can be the finishing touch, can turn decay into magic, and can be deafening without saying a word.

Only those who have the foundation can give a sword a true soul.

From this point of view, there is no doubt that Ye Changsheng has suffered a loss.

It is said that when Ye Changsheng was in the Principality of the Divine Eagle, he began to become interested in bronzes, and if he was given another ten years, maybe he would still have the strength to fight with Master Zhuang.

But now, how can a sixteen-year-old boy compare to a swordsmith who became a swordsmith thirty years ago?

Moreover, Mu Qingke only gave the two of them a day, and even if Ye Changsheng wanted to be opportunistic, he didn't have that opportunity.

It can be said that from the moment Mu Qingke announced the rules of the competition, Ye Changsheng had already lost.

In front of the furnace on the left, Liu Bufan's lungs were about to explode, but they couldn't say anything, and it was like swallowing a fly and wanting to vomit but couldn't vomit, and it was indescribably disgusting.

Mu Qingke stood on the high platform, glanced at Ye Changsheng, and said with a straight face: "Ye Changsheng, the old man has made such an arrangement, in fact, he has greatly reduced the difficulty, if you choose a topic that is too difficult, it will be really difficult for you!"

Ye Changsheng said expressionlessly: "Thank you Mu Lao for taking care of you, but you won't be able to win the next victory." ”

Mu Qingke pretended not to hear the ridicule, and smiled: "Promoting the juniors is originally our due duty, but it is our unshirkable responsibility to eliminate some black sheep." Ye Changsheng, whether you are a junior worth promoting, or a black sheep who sells your reputation, you can see it today. ”

Ye Changsheng smiled loudly: "Then first congratulate the elder, there is actually nothing wrong with the solemn master retreating bravely, lest the Sword Forger Guild hold on to the defects, but in the end it will become a joke." ”

"Ye Changsheng, you are presumptuous!" Mu Qingke's face was just gloomy, but the rest of the Sword Forger Guild couldn't help it, and they all glared at Ye Changsheng angrily.

Ye Changsheng chuckled again: "When you are young, you are presumptuous, but you are old, where is the cultivation on weekdays?"

Mu Qingke saw that his subordinates were still arguing, and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Okay, it's useless to talk more, let's see the real chapter under my subordinates!"

After saying that, he looked at Chen Laoji on the periphery of the pool, and suddenly changed to a smiling face, and said humbly: "Old Chen, take this opportunity, why don't you point to me and other juniors?"

This was a bit insensitive, Mu Qingke's age was at least twice as old as Chen Laoji, and Su Tianmu couldn't help frowning.

Chen Laoji smiled faintly and strode towards the high platform, Mu Qingke was overjoyed, hurriedly walked down, and greeted Chen Lao.

He didn't feel that he was too flattering at all, any swordsmith facing the Maple City Ye family was naturally three points shorter.

Chen Laoji climbed the high platform, picked up the sword with his hand, and said: "The casting process of this sword seems to be ordinary, but it is not unusual at all. ”

"First of all, this sword is made of copper and tin as the main material, and it has been synthetically cast many times, and the body and hilt of the sword are cast separately, and then cast as one. Secondly, the sword body is also a synthetic casting, using soft bronze to cast the spine to facilitate the absorption of damage caused by collisions, while the blade is made of harder bronze to ensure the sharpness of the chop. ”

"Of course, the lethality of ancient bronze swords is mainly reflected in the puncture, so the shape of the tip of the sword is prismatic, and the softness and hardness of each edge of the tip of the sword are different, which are the result of a lot of calculations, which is especially important to pay attention to. ”

Everyone in the sword-forging room, especially the magnates and officials, didn't know if it was for cheering or if they were really frightened, and they all gasped.

Sure enough, it was like a mountain across the rows, and they really didn't expect that a seemingly simple ancient bronze sword would hide so many mysteries.

Chen Laoji paused for a moment and continued: "Also, when Yu Rang turned into a beggar, he hid the saber in the bamboo joint, so the hilt of the sword is bamboo-shaped, and the bottom of the sword handle is a concentric circle depression base, which can adjust the balance of the sword body through filling. ”

Carefully putting down the long sword, Chen Laoji said with a smile: "To take all the details into account in just one day, it can best test a swordsmith's deduction ability, and in terms of technology alone, this is the most difficult part." ”

Everyone thought deeply and nodded their heads, only then did they notice that Zhuang Zheng and Ye Changsheng, as well as the swordsmiths who assisted them, all took out their notebooks and were writing and drawing quickly.

What Ye Changsheng had in his hand seemed to be a wooden board, erased it after writing, and then continued to write, the speed was jaw-dropping.

Chen Lao stepped back from the high stage and ushered in a round of applause.

I have to say that the people of the Ye family in Fengcheng are not ordinary, Chen Lao is just an ordinary steward in Fengcheng, not even a swordsmith, he just picked up the sword and looked at it, and he actually saw so many Taos.

For the sake of fairness, Zhuang Zheng and Ye Changsheng came to the stage once and personally tasted the sword of slashing clothes.

Everyone suddenly realized that Ye Changsheng was only afraid of another secret loss.

The Clothes Sword is a treasure collected by the Sword Forgers Guild, and I am afraid that I have studied this sword before!

Just looking at the solemn and careful way of holding the sword, probably he is not as loyal and honest as outsiders think.

Ye Changsheng didn't look at it for long, put down his sword and walked down the high platform.

Rumble!

Two tall stoves ignited at the same time, and the flames burned brightly.

The competition officially kicked off.