Early in the morning, the morning market that spontaneously formed in this sword shop should have been bustling.

Today, however, the atmosphere was strangely deserted.

However, there were a lot of people coming, and there were many fresh faces in the sword shop.

Xie Lingjiang, Shen Xisheng, Yan Liulang and other uninvited guests.

Liu Zi'an, Liu Zilin and other people from the Liu family.

They all stood in front of an ordinary breakfast shop.

The former, with curious faces, looked at the old and the young at the greasy dining table in front of them.

The latter stood in the back, Liu Zi'an's face was silent, and Liu Zilin's eyes were solemn.

At the dining table, the young county magistrate and the old craftsman sat face to face, and the young magistrate smiled and greeted him in the direction of the back kitchen.

After a while, the smiling and cautious cook lady put a rag in both hands and served a bowl of steaming noodle soup.

"My lord, please use it slowly."

The young county commander stretched out his hand to draw chopsticks, turned his head and said with a smile:

"May I ask if it's Sister Cheng, Ah Qing and I mentioned you, saying that I have been working in the breakfast shop for the past two years, thanks to your care, there was something at home some time ago, and I apologized for saying goodbye."

"It's okay, it's okay, Sister A-Qing is fine, I didn't see anyone a few days ago, and the sisters were a little worried about her, just live well outside."

Sister Cheng smiled a little, wiped her hands on her apron, looked at the noodle soup that was hurriedly served, and asked, "Do you want some chopped green onions?" ”

It's a warm-hearted person, and he doesn't see the outside.

And someone who came to Liu's house early in the morning to send warmth was more enthusiastic than her.

"Chopped green onions? This must be arranged. Ouyang Rong smiled Yan Yan.

Sister Cheng hurriedly ran to the back kitchen, scooped a spoonful of chopped green onions, and shook it into the bowl.

Ouyang Rong skillfully mixed the green onion noodle soup, smiled, he withdrew his gaze from the back of Sister Cheng's happy departure, and said directly to the silent old craftsman opposite:

"Sir's surname is Wu? There can be a big name. ”

The old swordsmith shook his head.

I don't know whether to answer, or ignore it, I lowered my head and continued to eat noodles.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the old man's messy beard and fingers like scorched yellow dead wood.

It is similar to the old craftsmen he has seen along the way when he brought people into the sword shop just now.

Ouyang Rong smiled, raised his palm, hooked towards the back of his shoulder, he lowered his head, and drank the soup and noodles.

Knock ——!

With a soft sound.

There was one more thing next to the pot of rice wine on the table.

It was Xie Lingjiang who stepped forward and placed a long sword with a simple scabbard on the dining table.

The old swordsmith lifted his bark-like eyelids.

Ouyang Rong didn't raise his head and asked:

"May I ask if this is cast by Wu Lao? I heard the little junior sister say that this is a good sword, a good sword that will be coveted by qi practitioners. ”

The old swordsmith bowed his head and ate noodles without saying a word for a long time.

The two brothers, Liu Zi'an and Liu Zilin, who were still wearing filial piety clothes, saw the familiar long sword on the table that seemed to be called "Yue Niang", and their faces changed slightly to varying degrees.

Xie Lingjiang looked at the two of them coldly.

At the table, the old swordsmith raised his head and drank all the green onion noodle soup, and before he put the bowl and got up, he suddenly spoke.

"That paper-folded blue butterfly flower, you gave it to her?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he was a little rusty.

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to expect him to suddenly ask this question, nodded and said, "It's a birthday gift for her." ”

The old swordsmith turned his head, and as usual, dropped a few copper plates on the table, got up and left.

The wine jar on the table was not taken, nor was the sword removed.

Yan Liulang and the others held the knife and silently stepped forward.

The young county magistrate, who was still bowing his head and slowly drinking the soup at the table, raised his hand and waved it slightly behind him.

Yan Liulang and the others turned sideways to get out of the way, and the old swordsmith passed by the middle of the crowd with his hands behind his back, leaving the morning gathering.

Xie Lingjiang and the others watched the old man's back go away, and then turned around curiously to look at the back of Ouyang Rong who continued to eat noodles at the table.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and drank the noodle soup, with a light "bang", in the quiet breakfast shop, the sound was very loud,

He also put down the bowl and placed a few copper plates on the table.

He got up silently, picked up the flask, and carried the long sword in his hand.

The young magistrate also passed in front of the crowd gathered in front of the breakfast shop, following the direction of the old swordsmith's departure.

The old man and the young were speechless the whole time.

The audience was surprisingly quiet.

Immediately, whether it was Xie Lingjiang, Shen Xisheng, Yan Liulang and other companions who came together, as well as Liu Zi'an, Liu Zilin and other Liu family members, they all subconsciously followed behind Ouyang Rong.

Liu Zi'an glanced at Ouyang Rong's back, and somewhere on the small lonely mountain in the distance.

His face was complicated, and he wanted to take a step forward to get closer to Ouyang Rong, but he was stopped by Xie Lingjiang.

Xie Lingjiang's eyes were cold.

Liu Zi settled down and smiled, and Liu Zilin sweated on his forehead.

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to care about the movement behind him, and continued to move forward, following the old swordsmith.

And the old swordsmith didn't stop the visitors in the slightest.

So, on the road from the morning set to the halfway point of Xiaogu Mountain, there was such a strange scene.

The old swordsmith was at the forefront.

Ouyang Rong followed.

And further behind were the others.

The surprisingly quiet group came to an old sword furnace halfway up the Xiaogu Mountain.

The old swordsmith enters the sword furnace.

Ouyang Rong and the others raised their heads and looked curiously at the sword furnace that seemed to have been abandoned, and immediately followed.

Inside the sword furnace.

Yan Liulang looked left and right, and it seemed to be no different from the other sword furnaces he had led people to search before.

It's just a little more cluttered and old-fashioned.

The black smoke of the past blackened the bricks and tiles on the ceiling of the sword furnace.

Besides.

Only one person with one furnace.

The old swordsmith was lying in a rocking chair, and behind him was a swordsmithing furnace that seemed to be unlit.

The old swordsmith took out a piece of blue origami from the cabinet in his hand and handed it back to Ouyang Rong, who was looking around at the room.

"What is this?"

Ouyang Rong took the blue origami, looked down, and couldn't help but ask.

Of course, he knew the blue butterfly flower he had folded before, and he was not surprised that the old swordsmith brought him over to retrieve the blue butterfly flower by default.

The only surprise was that the figure on the blue origami changed.

Instead of the butterfly flowers he had previously made out of blue pythagorean pieces of paper, the blue pythagorean pieces of paper seemed to have been removed and put together again into a new figure.

Arc.

Or arcs.

Blue origami.

It's a strange arc.

Undescribeable arcs.

Just as Ouyang Rong was slightly contemplating his eyebrows, the old swordsmith's eyes stared at him for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Is this paper art called iris folding?"

Ouyang Rong was stunned, looked at him, and nodded:

"What did A-Qing and Ling say? That's right, it's iris folding, and now this ...... Did you refold it, old man? Well, it's ...... to draw inferences."

The old swordsmith didn't reply, and looked at the blue arc he had reassembled these days.

Ouyang Rong's eyes also continued to be attracted by the new origami patterns.

Iris folding is not really a sophisticated piece of paper art.

It's more like a simple math and geometry problem.

It is nothing more than the use of basic geometric figures, such as the small pieces of paper that the world calls the Pythagorean shape, which is actually a triangle, to achieve an arc or an arc.

Previously, Ouyang Rong used this paper art to splice the petal arc of the blue butterfly flower.

And now, the old man in front of him has disassembled his original blue butterfly flower.

Simply using the iris fold that he learned to imitate, all the small pieces of Pythagorean paper are used to splice into an arc.

If he used a small piece of paper to put together a whole butterfly flower.

And now, the old man uses small pieces of paper to spell together the only "petal" on the butterfly flower.

The curved surface of this "butterfly flower petal" is very pure.

It is different from any arc that naturally arises between heaven and earth.

It is different from the bright moon in the sky, the leaves on the ground, the light swimming fish in the water, or the jade woman on the bed.

It is achieved entirely by the triangle of the foundation.

Ouyang Rong felt that it was a little good-looking, a kind of pure mathematical and geometric beauty.

It's just that it is estimated that in this world, only he, a "foreigner", knows how to appreciate its beauty and so on, and it is not right, this seems to be folded by the old craftsman in front of him.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at the old swordsmith's calm face, nodded and said:

"It's beautiful."

Hearing this, the corner of the old swordsmith's mouth, which had been calm, showed a hint of curvature, which should be a smile.

It's like an iron tree blooming.

At the back of the crowd, Liu Zi'an and Liu Zilin, who were faintly surrounded by Yan Liulang and others, looked at each other.

The two brothers seem to have never seen the old swordsmith smile since they met him, and today is a daylight ghost?

Ouyang Rong continued to look down for a while, touched his fingers, put down the blue origami in his hand, and asked:

"The old-timers want to ask me to give it back to A-Qing."

The old swordsmith retracted his expression and nodded slightly.

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"No need, I folded one again for Ah Qing last time, and Ah Qing said that this was given to the old gentleman, and there was no need to return him."

As he spoke, he handed the blue origami back to the old swordsmith, who did not refuse and took it back.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up.

Finally.

He had been silently looking at the sword furnace for a while, and pointed to the sword furnace behind the old swordsmith with the iron door closed.

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and asked:

"What's in this, old man?"

The audience fell silent.

The eyes of Shen Xisheng, Xie Lingjiang, Yan Liulang and the others all fell on the quiet sword-casting furnace.

Liu Zi'an couldn't help but persuade:

"Lord County, this sword furnace has not been burned, it has been out of operation for a long time, Mr. Wu is the old man of the sword shop, when he was young, this furnace has not stopped working, and he has deep feelings, so he is just guarding the furnace here......"

"Turn it on."

Ouyang Rong ignored him, didn't squint, and said softly.

Liu Zi'an's breathing suddenly became a little thicker, suppressed his face, and said with a forced smile:

"Didn't the prefectural magistrate come to look for the missing female worker, it's impossible to get lost in the furnace......

"What if you kill someone and burn your body."

Yan Liulang added coldly, choking Liu Zi's anjing, but in the next second, the scene in front of him made the pupils of the second head of the Liu family shrink sharply.

I saw that under the gaze of Ouyang Rong's calm eyes.

The old swordsmith turned around calmly, walked to the sword-casting furnace, and reached out to open the circular iron door of the sword-casting furnace......

In the sword-forging furnace,

Empty.

Everyone was stunned.

Hold back the toothache code.,This chapter is a little short.,Set up a flag.,There will be a change around six o'clock in the evening!

(End of chapter)