In the early morning of the next day, the first high-level meeting of the Sword Forgers Guild was held on time.

President Mu Qingke first announced the topics, mainly two points, the management regulations and articles of association to be introduced, and the upcoming swordsmith exchange conference.

In the huge conference hall, more than 100 middle and high-level members spoke freely and discussed enthusiastically, but Liu Bufan dozed off with his head hanging as if he hadn't rested well.

"The establishment of the Southeast Branch, the old man thinks that the establishment of the branch in the Tianfeng Principality is the best,"

An old vice president said in a rough voice, "The Principality of the Heavenly Wind has a large number of talents, and there are constantly emerging master-level figures, which can be described as having a profound background, and among the vassal countries in the southeast region, the national strength of the Principality of the Heavenly Wind is the strongest, as long as the branch is set up in the Heavenly Wind City, the influence of the guild can spread rapidly." ”

Many people nodded one after another, especially those who supported the old man, and they even echoed vigorously.

Liu Bufan, who had been dozing off for a long time, suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up, and said loudly: "I support Vice President Leng's proposal, the branch will be set up in Tianfeng City, and it is best to invite Ye Beishan's seniors to serve as the president of the branch." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, and Vice President Leng glared at Liu Bufan viciously, and his teeth that were about to fall out were gritted with a loud sound.

This Liu Bufan is really a-stirring stick, which pot is not opened.

The establishment of the Sword Forger Guild was to avoid the implicit authority of the Maple City Ye family, so as to retain the greatest right to speak.

Who is Ye Beishan, he is the patriarch of the Tianye family, and the Tianye family is a branch of the Beifeng lineage of the Ye family in Fengcheng.

If Ye Beishan is made the president of the branch, will the branch listen to Fengcheng or the general guild?

As expected, Vice President Leng's proposal was rejected on the spot.

Liu Bufan nodded with satisfaction, retreated, and continued to doze off with his head drooping.

In the next process, everyone finally understood the power of Liu Bufan's-stirring stick.

But whenever it comes to the Yunlong Principality and the Sanchuan Ye family, even if it is touched, Liu Bufan, who is dozing off, is like being beaten with chicken blood, possessed by the god of war, arguing with reason, pretending to be stupid, and messing around.

The angry swordsmiths and adults gritted their teeth with hatred, secretly scolding Liu Bufan for being a villain, and the kid was rampant, but there was nothing to be done.

After all, Liu Bufan is one of the four major deacons, and he has one decision-making power, they can't get around it if they want to, and naturally they don't dare to offend him to death.

Mu Qingke, who was presiding over the meeting, twitched the corners of his mouth, and his head was splitting, he really regretted it, he knew that this was the case, he should have let Ye Changsheng be this deacon.

In fact, this is nothing, everyone has interests, everyone is fighting for their own best interests, all debates, quarrels, are part of the game.

Isn't the guild bringing everyone together here to seek common ground while reserving differences and to clearly divide their respective interests?

Just when Mu Qingke was impetuous, a subordinate stepped forward and whispered in his ear for a moment.

Ye Changsheng came, not to participate in a meeting that was more lively than the vegetable market, but to exchange sword casting experience at the solemn invitation.

Mu Qingke and other bigwigs are naturally happy to see it, how good is this, Ye Changsheng came to ask for advice with an open mind, and Master Zhuang carefully instructed the juniors, and it was a good story to spread it.

Just last night, the sword that the Sword Forgers Guild gave to His Royal Highness the Second Prince was not returned, which shows that His Highness no longer cares about them.

This is also thanks to Ye Changsheng, he specially carved a jade carving to dedicate to the second prince, so that the second prince let go of his dissatisfaction with the guild.

To be precise, he let go of his dissatisfaction with Mu Qingke alone.

Mu Qingke was very pleased, and his mood was much better, looking at Liu Bufan, who was spitting and spraying people, he suddenly felt much more pleasing to the eye.

The meeting continued to quarrel, and the Sword Forger Guild outside the venue was like a great enemy because of Ye Changsheng's arrival.

Although the guild claimed to the outside world that Master Zhuang and Ye Changsheng had a tie, this was because Zhuang Zheng had a heart of love for talent, so he deliberately retreated.

This deceives outsiders, how can people inside them not know the truth?

That day in the sword-casting room, Master Zhuang was so badly defeated that the swordsmith and disciples who were waiting outside heard the cry coming from inside.

So as soon as they saw Ye Changsheng coming, there was only one thought in everyone's minds: the smashing field is coming!

However, the next scene almost shocked their eyes.

The solemn master, who has always been unsmiling, actually came out to greet Ye Changsheng in person, and the two of them talked and laughed and walked together, where did they look like enemies?

It wasn't until the two of them entered a sword-forging room that they couldn't see it anymore, and everyone didn't come back to their senses.

In the sword-casting room, in front of the blazing furnace, Ye Changsheng ordered the solemn disciples to be busy with this and that, and cast another sword.

The same impeccable imitation.

Ye Changsheng looked at the solemnity with a lost face, and said with a smile: "Senior Zhuang, how simple the conditions for casting swords in ancient times are, the long swords cast by the ancients with ancient methods are bound to have many flaws and omissions, and you are too much in pursuit of perfection, and consciously or unconsciously eliminate these flaws, so when you imitate them, you suffer a loss." ”

The solemn disciples thought so, and nodded one after another, feeling a lot better.

A few days ago, they didn't pay much attention to it, but today they followed Ye Changsheng to forge a sword, only to find that when Ye Changsheng was dealing with some details, instead of striving for perfection, he was deliberately pursuing some flaws and defects.

In the sword forging they know, this is absolutely not allowed, but if it is said that it is an imitation of an ancient sword, it is understandable.

Therefore, their teacher did not lose in the sword-casting technique, on the contrary, it was the teacher's sword-casting technique that was too extraordinary, so he lost to Ye Changsheng.

It's a bit of a mouthful, but that's the truth.

Master Zhuang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master Ye, you don't need to comfort the old man, it is the realm of free retraction, the reason why the old man lost to you is because he owes some skill in collecting words." ”

Ye Changsheng suddenly said: "How long has it been since my predecessors received customized orders?"

Customized order?

Zhuang Zheng didn't expect Ye Changsheng to suddenly ask such a question, so he couldn't help but pause for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

A trace of enlightenment arose in his heart, and he arched his hand towards Ye Changsheng and said, "Thank you Master Ye for waking up!"

Each swordsmith has his own style, his own preferences and paranoia, but this style and paranoia can sometimes become the biggest obstacle to self-improvement.

In order to strengthen his style, solemn would rather not take orders from outside, but he also lost the opportunity to communicate with the outside world and correct himself.

You must know that those who place orders have a real demand for swords, and when the sword is in their hands, it reflects the use value of a sword.

A sword, even if you sublimate it into a work of art, can never be separated from the attributes of a tool.

Retract and release freely.

Release, is the burning and bursting of talent, receiving, is self-restraint and restraint.

Only by doing these two points and finding the balance between the two can we truly achieve free retraction!

While pondering solemnly, Sledgehammer stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Childe, the people of the Xingyue Sect have already arrived ten miles outside the city. ”