Chapter 366: Sword Forging

However, the old man known as Zhong Mei only owed a debt to Mrs. Ao, and frowned: "Mrs. Ao, my Zhong clan has an appointment with the owner of the Sword Worship Villa, and I should have forged this peerless sword, but now that the sword has not been completed, no one can take it away!" ”

"What if I have to take it?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Su Zimo smiled lightly and asked rhetorically.

As he spoke, he did not have the latter's angry eyes, and little by little, he pulled the peerless sword out of the sword altar.

"You ......"

Seeing this scene, Zhong Mei seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and sighed: "That's it, the hard work of three generations of my Zhong family is ruined today...... Ay! ”

In this regard, Su Zimo was noncommittal, shook his head and said: "Old man, you can't say that, do you think that this son came to this Sword Worship Villa with great fanfare, is it really just for this sword embryo?" ”

"Oh?"

Zhong Mei raised his head, and a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes: "What do you mean?" ”

"Choke."

A sword suddenly appeared, and it was handed to Zhong Mei.

"Since the old gentleman is a master of sword casting, then you might as well take a look, how about this sword?" Su Zimo said.

Hearing this, Zhong Mei subconsciously took the sword in front of him, frowned and began to look at it.

The Zhong family has served as a swordsmith in the Sword Worship Villa for generations, and has also seen all kinds of divine blades, and as the most outstanding swordsmith of the Zhong family's generation, Zhong Mei has also forged a lot of swords in his life.

Therefore, with just one glance, he saw the material of the sword in front of him, shook his head, and said, "It's just an ordinary sword...... Wait a minute...... This sword, it turned out to be ...... How is this possible to have a spirituality of his own! ”

"Why can't it be?"

Su Zimo asked rhetorically, and said with a light smile: "Mr. Zhong Mei, I believe you have also seen that my sword now has its own spirituality, but it is limited by the problem of materials and cannot give full play to its due potential, so ......"

"You're going to use this blade to reforge your sword?"

Zhong Mei was not stupid, and before Su Zimo finished speaking, he understood what the other party meant, and frowned: "But in this way...... This peerless sword. ”

"Not to mention that the peerless sword is now just a sword embryo that has not yet been formed, that is, it can be successfully cast, if there is no blood of greed, hatred, and idiot, if it is opened, it is just a useless piece of scrap iron."

Su Zimo smiled lightly, a trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes, and said faintly: "Does the old gentleman think that the blood of the three poisons is something that can be easily scraped together?" ”

"This ......"

Zhong Mei was speechless, after all, he was just a swordsmith, and all he cared about was whether he could cast this black cold stone into a world-class divine weapon.

As for what will happen to this sword and who it will belong to in the end, it is not something he cares about.

But after Su Zimo's "kind" reminder, he noticed this most critical problem...... If the sword that he had worked so hard to forge could not be successfully opened, wouldn't he have done useless work in vain?

"That'...... What does Childe mean? ”

In this regard, Su Zimo did not hide his plans, and said quietly: "I want to ask the master to recast this sword for me." ”

"Okay, the old man will promise you!"

…………

After convincing Zhong Mei, the rest of the things became much simpler.

After all, as soon as the Sword Demon died, now the top and bottom of the Sword Worship Villa are not Su Zimo's opponents, and Mrs. Ao is unwilling to fight with a master of this level.

Therefore, this matter of forging a sword is quite logical.

"Qiang, Qiang—"

Qing Yue's forging sound echoed around the sword altar.

This casting divine weapon will naturally not be like in some fantasy, after melting the dark iron and condensing it into a sword shape at will, it will be successfully cast.

The process is undoubtedly quite complex.

But fortunately, the object of casting this time is the sword embryo of that peerless sword.

This sword embryo, Baijian Villa, and even the Zhong clan have been preparing for a hundred years, so naturally everything is in place.

"Bang ——!"

The surging earth fire spread under the sword-forging platform.

For a while, the temperature of the entire sword altar was dozens of degrees higher.

Fortunately, Zhong Mei, who is in charge of forging, although his martial arts are average, but perhaps because of his long-term stay in this place, he has extremely high heat resistance.

Otherwise, if you come here as an ordinary blacksmith, I am afraid that before you can do it, you will be forced to get close by this scorching heat.

"Bell, bell."

A forging hammer the size of a human head danced, and the whirring sound of the wind pierced the air, which was probably enough to weigh a hundred catties.

The head was flattened, and it landed heavily on the golden-red sword embryo, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

The hammer surface and the long strip were closed at the touch of a button, and after recovering to a considerable height, they fell again with a whistling sound.

The reciprocating thrashing, the constant impact sound, is full of a strange rhythm, the rhythm is distinct, as if each hammer is finely crafted, deeply embedded in the human heart.

As the sledgehammer continued to fall, the original sword embryo gradually changed its shape, one end gradually became sharper, while the other end gradually became a little rounded.

"Bell, bell!"

The hammer fell like raindrops, so fast, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, mixed with the slightest pleasant sound of crossing, noisy and cut, and like a music full of rhythm.

The continuous percussion sound formed a long chant of Qingyue, like the most graceful music.

With the passage of time, not only did the sound not show signs of decaying, but continued to spread from the Sword Casting Platform to the entire Sword Worship Villa!

In the end, almost everyone in the entire Baijian Mountain Villa heard this clear groan.

"This ...... What is this sound? ”

"It seems to be from the sword casting platform in the back mountain, do you want to go over?"

"Someone seems to be forging a divine weapon?"

"Do you want to die, Mrs. ordered before that no one is allowed to trespass on ......"

Seeing this, the people who worshiped Sword Villa put down the movements in their hands one after another, and turned their heads curiously.

Since the owner of Baijian Villa passed away ten years ago, Baijian Villa has died down in the rivers and lakes, and the sound of forging that can be heard everywhere in the past has gradually become rarer.

In the end, even the casting table in the back mountain was gradually forgotten by these people.

However, today, after hearing the long-lost sound of sword casting, many people couldn't help but show excitement on their faces, as if they recalled the scene when the Sword Worship Villa was forging divine soldiers in the past, and they were all full of curiosity.

(End of chapter)

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