Seeing Lu Lieyang's head, the young man felt a little unreal.

How long has this person been gone, and this Lu Lieyang is dead?

"Y-How did you kill him?" The young man asked in a trembling voice.

"A sword cut off his head, but his sword skills are good." Zhang Yange said sincerely.

However, after killing Lu Lieyang, the Scorching Sun Eight Styles burst out...

"He's really dead?"

"Dead!"

The young man looked at Zhang Yange and then at Jian Chen and said, "Don't kill me, you two, I won't say it!"

He obviously misunderstood, thinking that Zhang Yange was acting in secret.

"Let's go." Zhang Yange waved his hand.

"I'm really not going to say it!" The young man naturally didn't believe it, and knelt down and cried.

By the time he looked up, they were both gone.

The young man touched the gold in his arms, determined to find a stable place, please his wife and live a good life, and no longer fucking mess around...

Ou Yewang sat on the threshold of the main hall as before.

At that time, Ou Yewang's reputation was extremely famous, and Zhong Mei, the swordsmith of Baijian Villa, studied with him for a period of time.

However, Ou Yewang felt that Zhong Mei's qualifications were dull, so he let him study with him for three years and then dismissed.

Until Lu Lieyang found him and asked him to cast a knife for himself.

At that time, Lu Lieyang already had a chivalrous reputation in the rivers and lakes, so Ou Yewang did not refuse, and spent 7749 days to cast a long sword scorching sun for him.

When the knife was completed, Lu Lieyang killed his entire family.

At that time, Lu Lieyang had already contacted Watanabe, and Watanabe didn't want too many sword-casting masters in the Central Plains!

asked Lu Lieyang to kill Ou Yewang and make a name for their cooperation. At that time, Lu Lieyang only thought about being famous! Ask for money! Demand!

He agreed without hesitation.

The casting knife is fake, but killing is real!

Ou Yewang relied on fake death to leave a life. But his famous knife house and family were destroyed in the hands of Lu Lieyang.

He recuperated in the mountains for two years, and by the time he came out, Lu Lieyang had already become a hero in Guanzhong.

He asked the Xia Wang's Mansion for help, but was betrayed by the Xia Wang.

If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have died in the Xia Wang's Mansion. Later, he completely gave up, no one believed it, and hid in this temple to survive.

He can only pin everything on the gods and Buddhas.

The daily hexagram has become his habit, and today he is calm on the surface, but the eagerness in his heart cannot be described in words.

Because he is signing again today!

Over the years, he has been signed twice.

One time was today, and the other time was the morning when Zhang Yange came to him to cast a knife.

Ouyewang seemed to hear the birdsong below.

After a stick of incense, he saw Zhang Yange and Jian Chen coming together.

And that head!

He staggered to Zhang Yange, and Ou Yewang was almost watching Lu Lieyang's head.

"It's him! That's him!" Ou Yewang cried out.

Zhang Yange handed over the head to him, and Ou Yewang threw the head on the ground, so many years of resentment made him pick up a stone!

Slamming that head over and over again...

I don't know how long it took, Ou Yewang finally finished venting. ….

"Done venting?" Zhang Yange asked with a smile.

Ou Yewang nodded a little embarrassed, and he looked up at Zhang Yange guiltily.

"We're leaving." Zhang Yange turned around and prepared to leave.

Jian Chen looked at Zhang Yange puzzled, "Uncle Zhang, don't forge the sword anymore? You're no longer practicing knives?"

The joy in his tone was annoying.

"No more forging." Zhang Yange said. "But you still have to practice your sword skills!"

"I'm sorry, I lied to you..." Ou Yewang wanted to kneel, but Zhang Yange directly lifted him up with a wave of his sleeves.

"It's okay." Zhang Yange said with a smile.

For so many years, Ou Yewang's ability to forge knives has long been wasted, and in addition, at the Xia Wang's Mansion, the tendon of his right hand was broken.

Last time, he deliberately hid his hand in his sleeve, but Zhang Yange saw it at that time.

"You found out right then?" Ou Yewang asked in a trembling voice.

"Hmm." Zhang Yange nodded.

"Would you like to help me?"

"You have grievances, I just have time, why don't you help?" Zhang Yange said nonchalantly, "Besides, this time I killed a bastard, and I also got a knife... I just don't like the style very much."

The scorching sun resembles the shape of drinking snow.

Hearing this, Ou Yewang solemnly kowtowed to Zhang Yange.

Zhang Yange helped him up, "Let's go."

"Wait!" Ou Yewang said.

"Can you let me see the sun again?"

Zhang Yange handed him the knife, and Ou Yewang pulled out the knife and suddenly became angry.

"Eun Gong, this scorching sun is my most satisfying work." Ou Yewang gently stroked the blade, "To be honest, I'm afraid I can't make a better knife than it.

And I can't forge knives anymore, but you just want to change the way it looks, and I can do that!"

"Really?" Zhang Yange said happily.

Jian Chen...

"Well, I have a secret method that can do it!" Ou Yewang smiled. "Eun Gong, tell me what you want."

After Zhang Yange finished Tang Zhidao's request, Ou Yewang nodded slightly, "This kind of blacksmith really can't do it. Eun Gong, let me look at your hands!"

Zhang Yange stretched out his hand, and Ou Yewang looked at it seriously.

He also found a wooden stick and carefully measured the length of Zhang Yan's singer's fingers and palms.

"Engong, get the knife in three days!"

Zhang Yange suddenly stopped, "Don't die because of the casting knife, I help you secondary, the most important thing is because Lu Lieyang should die."

"Now that Lu Lieyang is dead, I still plan to go down the mountain to find a wife and have another doll to inherit my mantle." Ou Yewang said with a smile.

This Ou Yewang is also in his fifties this year.

But it looks like he's in his seventies and eighties...

In the end, Zhang Yange and Jian Chen waited at the foot of the mountain for three days, and when they returned to the broken temple three days later, there was a Tang straight knife stuck in the courtyard.

The knife is three feet long and the blade is straight!

Before, the blade of the scorching sun was red, but at this time, the blade was already normal, and it was still exuding bursts of cold.

Ou Yewang sat weakly on the threshold of the main hall, and he saw Zhang Yange smile apologetically, "I'm sorry, Engong, I lied to you again.

I've really lived enough, and once Lu Lieyang dies, I have no reason to live. I'm going to see my family in that life."

"Where are your family buried, I will bury you together." Zhang Yange asked.

Ou Yewang said the name of the place, and then slowly closed his eyes against the door of the main hall.

Seven or eight days later, Zhang Yange stood in front of Ou Yewang's tomb.

According to his wishes, Zhang Yange buried him and his family together.

Jian Chen glanced at the long knife on Zhang Yange's waist, and he placed the tributes and paper money neatly for worship.

"Gone." Zhang Yange said.

"Hmm." Jian Chen glanced at his little Uncle Zhang.

At this time, he had a sword and a sword hanging from his waist.

A sword is longer than a sword...

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