Bai Zhizi looked at Lin Yuan: "Say it, I really can't afford to mention it!" Lin Yuan also knew all about his past.

Lin Yuan smiled slightly, but did not speak according to the meaning of Bai Zhizi: "Seven years ago, my predecessors poured all their wealth into Lunzhi Mountain, abandoned their wives and children and went to the mountain to forge swords, but I didn't know that in the past seven years, time has changed, and things are wrong!" ”

Bai Zhizi's face changed greatly: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Seven years ago, the predecessors met by chance with a young hero who had the world in mind, and was overwhelmed by his style, and vowed to cast a sword of the Son of Heaven comparable to Tai'a and Chixiao for him. Lin Yuan couldn't help but sigh when he talked about the past, and there was a faint regret in addition to the emotion.

Bai Zhizi nodded slowly: "That's right! Bronze casting sword, iron ying forging sword, iron sword is just the flow of rivers and lakes, bronze sword is the sword of the Son of Heaven, and serving Mingjun with divine soldiers is the highest state of sword casters! ”

As a falling child who fights in the rivers and lakes, he unceremoniously scoffs at it.

Lin Yuan glanced at Luo'er with a smile, shook his head, sighed lightly, and said, "It's a pity that the young hero who was regarded as a generation of Ming Jun by his predecessors is no longer there!" ”

"What did you say?" Bai Zhizi got up suddenly, and his reaction was greater than when he was taunted by Luo'er just now.

Lin Yuan's eyes had a hint of pity, and he sighed softly and said, "Tang Xi is dead!" ”

Luo'er looked back in surprise and saw Lin Yuan nodding at her, a sneer on her face.

As if he had been hit by a thunderbolt from the sky, Bai Jizi froze in place, unable to move for a long time.

Seven years ago, in the troubled times, he met the Tang family's sister-in-law in the south of the Yangtze River, under the conversation, he was shocked by the heavens, only felt that the Lord of heaven descended from the sky, it was the blessing of the world, so he made an appointment, and when Tang Xi obtained the world, he presented the sword of the Son of Heaven to take the princes of the eight directions, for this promise, he abandoned his wife and children, and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but he did not gain anything for seven years, and his heart was inevitably anxious, but the covenant of the Son of Heaven was still in his ears, and he could not relax every day.

However, seven years, seven years of perseverance waited for such news, which was even more unbearable for him than his sword-forging skills being denied and questioned!

"Impossible!" Bai Zhizi looked at Lin Yuan with red eyes, and said categorically, "Tang Xi's posture is an unborn hero, how can he be defeated?" Who is it? At whose hands did he lose? Like whose world is it today? ”

There was a clear sneer from there, and Bai Zhizi looked at Luo'er, only to see her eyes as bright as ice, with a sneer on her face, and said in a light tone: "It's me, it's me who killed him!" ”

Since Lin Yuan proposed to forge a sword for Luo'er, Bai Zhizi has been questioning Luo'er's martial arts, but when Luo'er admitted that he killed Tang Xi, Bai Zhizi couldn't have the slightest doubt, just looking at her eyes at the time, Bai Zhizi felt breathless, there was no murderous aura as sharp as a blade, and even at first glance it looked very calm, but when he was looked at like that, Bai Zhizi even suspected that he was about to die in her hands.

The song is beautiful and soft, and the straight is the cold light of the soul, it is a simple practice on the waist, and it is also a magic weapon in the hand, which can be poured into the heart and killed!

Soft sword, when so!

"Tang Xi is no longer the Tang Xi of seven years ago, even if Luo'er didn't kill him, he wouldn't be worthy of your Sword of the Son of Heaven!" Lin Yuan said with some reluctance, "Six years ago, Tang Xi was declared emperor in Jiangnan, and two years later, Tang Xi signed a contract with the Xihai Jin clan, the Huaining Yu clan, the Hanoi Chen clan, the Qingbei Wei clan, the Xuanbei Helian and the Zhu clan, becoming seven points in the world!" ”

"After the war was suspended, Wen Renyi was expelled, Tang Yu retreated, Tang Xi hired Yao's daughter as the queen, Su and He as concubines, allied with the family, a corner of peace, indulged in power and calculation, Tang Xi is no longer the Tang Xi who was determined to be in the world back then!" In the end, Lin Yuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Luo'er sneered: "Tang Xi in order to envelop the power of the rivers and lakes, once allowed me to take the position of concubine, this is not the first time he has done this, his harem, not only has the daughter of the Jiangnan family, but even the daughter of a wealthy businessman, this kind of man who relies on women to take the throne is the posture of heaven in your eyes, the hero of the world?" ”

Whether it was Lin Yuan's gentle narration or Luo'er's cynicism, Bai Zhizi didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Luo'er and Lin Yuan also discovered his abnormality and subconsciously exchanged glances.

Isn't it too exciting, right? Luo'er looked at Lin Yuan suspiciously.

Lin Yuan shook his head and observed thoughtfully.

Although Bai Zhizi looked sluggish and his eyes were straight, he was not the kind of lost soul, but as if he was attracted by something, as if ordinary people had seen a peerless beauty.

But—

Lin Yuan glanced at Luo'er, it was impossible for Bai Zhizi to find out that Luo'er was a beauty until now, right? Even if he is, he's not a color-heavy person!

"Master?" Ou Changxuan finally couldn't help but scream cautiously.

Bai Zhizi suddenly woke up, and his eyes fell on Ou Changxuan blankly.

"Master, are you alright?" Ou Changxuan asked worriedly, Rao is he is a pure and kind person, and at this moment he also has a complaining mood towards Luo'er and Lin Yuan and others, how much the master expects from the sword of the Son of Heaven is only he knows best, for that sword, Bai Zhizi almost tried all the ores on Lunzhi Mountain, so cautious that he did a seven-year test, and he was not willing to start officially, but the shadow of the sword has not yet been seen, but it has brought such a devastating news, and the blow to the master can be imagined.

Bai Zhizi's gaze gradually condensed, gathering brighter and brighter, and finally grabbed Ou Changxuan's hand vigorously, and said excitedly while dragging it away: "I know what kind of soft sword I want to forge, quick-"

Xiao Ou and Zhishu hurriedly stepped forward to pull and stop, and finally reminded Bai Zhizi of Ou Changxuan's injury.

But in the previous daze, he seemed to have gained a lot of inspiration, and he didn't want to put it aside for a moment, and he was going to retreat to make iron now, but at this time, Ou Changxuan's leg injury was not healed, and the retreat was too reluctant.

Luo'er thought for a while and said, "I'll come!" ”

Bai Zhizi looked at her twice, although it had been confirmed that Luo'er did understand some theoretical knowledge of sword forging and sword forging, but such a delicate little lady was not suitable for such rough work as smelting and forging no matter how she looked at it.

Luo'er ignored Bai Zhizi's questioning gaze, picked up the rope tied to the bamboo basket on her tiptoes, held it gently and skillfully in her hand, circled it around the palm of her hand, nodded to Bai Zhizi, and said lightly: "You go and prepare other materials, I'll go and light the fire first!" ”

Bai Zhizi subconsciously corrected: "Don't be in a hurry to start a fire, these ores still have to be broken and ground!" ”

The process of forging iron swords is very repeated, after mining the ore, to smelt iron, and before smelting, it is necessary to crush the ore and grind it into powder, then sinter it into a block, and then start a furnace fire, put the fired iron ore and charcoal into the blast furnace together, smelt raw iron, and then after repeated forging and quenching, in order to smelt a piece of steel that can be used as a blade, this is the steel of a hundred tempering.

The production of the soft sword is more complicated than the ordinary iron sword, and a special material needs to be added to the steel to make the steel soft and tough, and this special material is not perfect because the refining technology is not perfect, the amount used is extremely subtle, it can be said that the difference is a millimeter, and it is a thousand miles away, even if it is the descendant of Ou Yezi, he has never obtained an exact best formula, which is equivalent to saying that the forging process of the soft sword is still being explored.

Hearing Bai Zhizi's words, Luo'er leaned over and picked up a piece of gravel and put it in the palm of his hand, closed it tightly, and then loosened it slightly, and the powder fell from the middle, faintly visible the metallic luster in between.

Luo'er spread out her palms, and it was already empty.

Bai Zhizi was dumbfounded, and he had nothing to say.

"Hurry up!" Luo'er lightly admonished Bai Zhizi, looked at the ore in the bamboo basket, pointed at Ou Changxuan, and said, "These are not necessarily enough, you guys take this one to pick some more!" ”

Lin Yuan nodded and said, "Don't worry!" ”

Luo'er said "um", pulled a basket of stones and walked towards the stone room.

Zhang Yang couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and muttered to himself: "I don't dare to fight with her anymore!" ”