It's not that Ye Changsheng came late, but that others came too early.

But when he saw that many of the magnates had stopped greeting and flattering each other, and that a few sycophants had stopped halfway through the shoot and looked at him with murderous eyes, he felt that he should have come a little later.

"Ye Changsheng, Xiao Wang is here to see your victory or defeat today!" The little prince of the Gongsun family stepped forward lazily, not hiding the gloating on his face at all.

This is the cuteness of the real villain, the Gongsun family's hatred for Ye Changsheng does not need to be hidden at all.

said it generously, but it was refreshing.

Ye Changsheng smiled loudly: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the little prince." ”

There are various titles for the children of the royal family, and the prince is even more divided into many kinds, Ye Changsheng has never been interested in these, and besides, he doesn't know the one in front of him.

Sitting in a wheelchair, how can there be so much etiquette, Ye Changsheng nodded to the crowd a few times, and it can be regarded as a greeting.

In the crowd, several members of the Ministry of Rites were so angry that they almost choked out their internal injuries.

Originally, they planned that as long as Ye Changsheng came, they would teach him the way of etiquette well, and then despise him with a condescending attitude.

It's good now, people don't cooperate at all.

Of course, they would not come forward to reprimand Ye Changsheng boringly, and give Ye Changsheng the reputation of a white-clothed and proud prince.

A tall and thin old scholar suddenly stood up, looked at Ye Changsheng with unkind eyes, and said proudly: "Ye Changsheng, you are lonely and unheard, in my federation, there are indeed twenty-one kneeling methods. ”

Ye Changsheng looked surprised, and what surprised him even more was that Lao Xue really knelt down in front of him, and began to kneel in a variety of ways.

Su Tianmu's face was dark, and several members of the Ministry of Rites were flushed, and they really suffocated their internal injuries now.

One person hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the old pedant who knelt in the twelve, and dragged him into the crowd.

The embarrassing time didn't last long, and Chen Laoji took the two descendants of the Maple City Ye family and walked into the sword casting room.

Everyone stepped forward to salute, and after Ye Changsheng knew the identity of the person who came, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he just cast a calm gaze.

Until Chen Laoji's gaze looked at him, Ye Changsheng hesitated for a moment, but still bowed slightly.

Although the old man concealed it well, Changsheng could still see a trace of excitement hidden inside.

Since he is from the Maple City Ye family, he must have met my father.

The girl with too big eyes was also looking at Ye Changsheng curiously, looking at Ye Changsheng's legs for a while, and looking at the white hair of Ye Changsheng's shawl for a while.

"The white hair is long, and the hair is really white. The girl muttered after a moment.

The brocade-clothed young man beside the girl was not so friendly in his eyes, and Changsheng could catch a trace of jealousy in his eyes.

Ye Changsheng is accustomed to this kind of jealousy, and it is not for him to be the focus of the audience, and it is not a good thing to be the focus, so what is there to be jealous of.

Wheelchair forward, carried down the steps by a sledgehammer, entered the square pool, and came to the front of Dading.

Liu Bufan and several swordsmiths stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Ye, since the swordsmiths of the Sword Hall can't come, I'll wait to help you." ”

This is a person worthy of respect, Ye Changsheng bowed his head: "Thank you!"

The six people returned the salute at the same time: "It's just a small effort." ”

Outside the door of the sword-forging room, today's other protagonist, Master Zhuang Da, finally appeared.

He was tall, with a square and cold face, and he strode forward, exuding a calm and incomparably calm momentum.

He was wearing a dark colored robe, which was in stark contrast to Ye Changsheng's white robe, and like Ye Changsheng, his whole body was plain, except for the ring he wore on his fingers, there was no decoration.

From beginning to end, solemnly didn't look at Ye Changsheng, walked straight down the pool, and came to the standing furnace.

More than a dozen swordsmiths wore uniform sword-casting uniforms, walked in a tiger's step, followed behind solemn with a high-spirited momentum, and after entering the pool, they dispersed and guarded their respective positions.

The people have finally arrived.

Mu Qingke gave an order, and the door of the sword casting room slammed shut, and the spacious indoor space began to have a somewhat tense atmosphere.

At the corner behind the two furnaces, a low platform was temporarily erected, and the two apprentices carried a tall shelf and placed it firmly on the platform.

After the two of them went down, Mu Qingke walked forward with wide clothes and big sleeves, and raised his hand to lift a piece of black cloth on the shelf.

On top of the sword frame, a bronze sword with a simple shape lay there horizontally, revealing its true appearance.

He picked up the ancient sword in one hand, raised it high, and said solemnly: "Bronze ancient sword, the sword is fifty-six centimeters long, four centimeters and six inches wide, the hilt is eight centimeters and four inches long, the sword weighs one catty, five taels and three, and there are four characters engraved below the sword grid: three leaps to cut clothes." ”

Chopping clothes three times, hearing these four words, everyone still doesn't know the origin of this sword.

The assassin swords included in the "Famous Sword Record", the slashing sword, ranked first!

The old pedant who knelt in the twelfth row looked excited, stood up again, turned on the somewhat weak voice to the maximum, and said proudly: "Three leaps in clothes, the allusion is from "The Legend of the Assassins". ”

In the ancient Warring States period, the three families were divided into Jin, and the actual ruler of the Jin State, Zhibo, was defeated and killed, and his head was made into a ritual weapon by Zhao Xiangzi, the head of one of the three families.

After that, Zhibo's deceased soldier Yu Rang began a twenty-year journey of revenge.

The first assassination failed, Yu Rang swallowed the coals of fire, destroyed his voice, rotted his whole body with lacquer, changed his appearance, pretended to be a beggar, and waited day and night on Zhao Xiangzi's passing road.

Since then, he has failed again and again, but Yu Rang has never given up.

The last assassination failed, Yu Rang fell to the ground and cried, and asked Zhao Xiangzi for a robe, he jumped high, stabbed the robe three times, and then killed himself with a horizontal sword.

The soldier dies for the confidant, and the woman is the one who pleases herself, this is the famous saying left by the assassin Yu Rang.

Zhao Xiangzi buried Yu Rang with the gift of a national scholar, and then imitated Yu Rang's stabbing sword, and specially sent someone to cast a bronze ancient sword, which is the origin of the sword of chopping clothes.

Even if the old pedant is not full of energy, but telling this impassioned story is also a bit sonorous.

There was silence in the room, and the old pedant, flushed and dressed roughly, retreated into the crowd with a satisfied expression.

Seeing the thumbs up quietly raised by his peers, the old pedant's face showed a childlike smile, and then he became unhappy again, he still couldn't figure out why he didn't let himself kneel twenty-one just now.

On the high platform, Mu Qingke raised the bronze ancient sword again, looked around at everyone, and said solemnly: "This clothes cutting sword is genuine, and the topic of today's solemn competition with Ye Changsheng is that the ancient casting method imitates the clothes cutting sword!"