Gu Yue Sword Shop, which had been shrouded in some kind of dark cloud for a long time, finally eased the panicked atmosphere in the people's hearts.

At the gate of the Guyue Sword Shop, the craftsmen of the sword shop couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the figure of the young county commander and other county officials going away.

Inside and outside an old sword furnace halfway up the mountainside of Xiaogu Mountain, the original tense atmosphere dissipated, and a group of figures disappeared, returning to the tranquility of the past.

Inside the Sword Furnace Room.

Only the lonely figure of the old swordsmith remained, and an empty swordsmith furnace with no fire.

Besides.

A piece of blue origami remained on the table.

There is an arc on the paper made of pure Pythagorean shape.

This "arc" seems to be round but not round, like a blade but not a blade.

Inside the empty sword furnace room.

The old swordsmith sat at his table.

His face was silent.

Ten scorched yellow fingers unwrap the "arc" on this blue origami piece of paper little by little.

Piece it back together.

The old swordsmith is skilled.

It's like that's been done a thousand times.

It is not inferior to the ingenuity of the female tassel workers who weave sword tassels in the breakfast shop.

"Apprentice, the top swordsmith must have the best aesthetics."

He remembered that his master had said so.

The old swordsmith agreed.

But I don't agree with the master's aesthetics.

His predecessors had an almost pathological paranoia about straight lines.

Straight lines are also the most used element of swords in the world.

But in the eyes of the old swordsmith, the straight line is rigid and rude, and it is old-fashioned and stiff.

In his mind, the senses generated by straight lines were like watching a light homing swallow crash to death on a blue-black eaves.

Flesh and blood were blurred, feathers were splattered, and the whole world around them began to turn bad.

The old swordsmith hated straight lines.

Curves, on the other hand, are the opposite of straight lines, they are feminine and changeable.

It's like the rice wine he poured into his throat, with a kaleidoscopic shape, warming the stomach pouch of the drinker.

However, in the eyes of the masters, the most beautiful curve in the world, in addition to a pair of sun and moon above the head, is nothing more than a woman's chest and buttocks.

This is a small road, and it is difficult to reach the hall of elegance.

The difference between aesthetics and the concept of sword forging is also the reason why the old swordsmith ran away from the master in the first place.

So later, he didn't feel much regret for the tragic death of the master.

It's just that in the dead of night, I have two extra pots of wine at hand.

Later, the old swordsmith also discovered it in hindsight.

Everything in this world is not necessarily straightforward, black and white.

For example, isn't he now forging a sword for the enemy who killed his master?

In front of the old table, the old swordsmith bowed his head and muttered:

"The old guy is right, the curves are too soft, and it is difficult to hide the spirit of the sword.

"But the straight line is too rigid, and those who are too rigid are easy to break, and those who are too soft are beautiful.

"So the old man wants to find an 'arc', an 'arc'......

"Between curved and straight......

The arc is like an iron bar, with a little force at both ends, and an arc will appear in the middle.

But it resisted with all its might, ready to return to a straight line.

It has tension.

"Oh, there are Confucian sages who say that you should distinguish between right and wrong, but the old man is not biased."

The old swordsmith chuckled.

"Let's let the descendants take this inseparable sword and break the inseparable."

The old swordsmith who quietly folded paper in the room, between his ten fingers, there was an "arc" that was gradually taking shape.

At a certain moment, he seemed to think of the words of the young man not long ago, and the old man looked appreciative, and sighed with the same emotion:

"It's beautiful......"

But at this moment.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the sword furnace.

It's Yoo Zi'an.

He finally sent off the young county magistrate and other uninvited visitors, and was hurrying back halfway up the mountain.

"Squeak", the door of the sword furnace room was pushed open, Liu Zi'an walked in with a gloomy and ugly face, pointed to the sword furnace, and asked with a frown:

"What's the matter, sword! Haven't you been forging swords all these years?! What about the sword? ”

Just now, the old swordsmith opened the sword-casting furnace in public, and everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and even Liu Zi'an was suddenly startled, full of suspicion.

Carefully sending Ouyang Rong away, and hurriedly sending away Liu Zilin and the others, he hurriedly returned to the sword furnace alone to ask for an explanation.

The old swordsmith was expressionless and pretended not to pay attention.

On the blue origami in his hand.

The "arc" takes shape again.

In front of Liu Ziwen, who frowned.

The old swordsmith grabbed the "arc", stood up with a stiff body, turned his head and walked to the empty sword-casting furnace behind him.

He threw it in.

There was no fire in the furnace.

But this paper-folded "arc" has just entered.

It vanished.

"Bang bell".

The circular iron door of the sword-forging furnace was closed tightly again.

In front of the furnace, the old swordsmith silently turned his head, his eyelids drooping, like a tiger in his twilight years, still with residual power.

"You question the old man?"

The strange scene of "ashes" just now, Liu Zi'an's expression was stunned, and immediately, he smiled and waved his hand:

"How dare you question the old gentleman, it's just that the sword shop was forcibly broken into by outsiders early in the morning, and he disturbed the old gentleman to forge the sword...... There is some impulsiveness in the lower mood.

"However, the old gentleman is still powerful, this sword-casting technique is ingenious, Ouyang Lianghan and Xie Lingjiang didn't see the clues, haha even the next one was confused."

Liu Zi'an quickly said a lot, but the old swordsmith didn't speak, and the atmosphere was still a little awkward.

Liu Zi'an said tentatively:

"So, old sir, this sword is still being tempered in the sword-forging furnace? What are the subtle tricks? ”

The old swordsmith's face was calm, and he glanced at him, and his tone seemed to be curious:

"Who said that a sword must be made in a furnace?"

"Where is that?"

The old swordsmith turned his head to look at the endless butterfly stream under the mountain outside the door, as if he said a nonsense sentence for no reason:

"Where the sword can be refined, it will appear there, who said that the sword furnace must be used to refine the sword."

Liu Zi'an choked and was speechless.

The old swordsmith turned his head and suddenly asked, "Liu Ziwen is dead?" ”

Liu Zi'an was silent for a while and nodded.

The old swordsmith seemed to have known something for a long time, and his face was not surprised.

There is no regret for the death of the young head of the Liu family who has been dealing with him for more than ten years.

On the contrary, a hint of ridicule and mockery flashed in the old man's eyes, and it quickly disappeared.

Liu Zi'an asked a little uneasily, "What if I let Wei know?" ”

The old swordsmith sneered: "It's all already done, and now I know that I'm afraid that the Wei clan knows?" ”

Liu Zi'an frowned and glanced at the old man:

"Don't forget, this is not only a matter of the next, but also a matter of you, old man, let's think about it, how to deal with the people sent by the Wei clan to get the sword, with the strength of the Wei clan, there will be a high-ranking qi practitioner to come ......"

The old swordsmith did not answer, his face was as usual.

So the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Liu Zi'an, who was wandering back and forth in the room and pondering, suddenly raised his head and took the lead in asking:

"When will this sword be good?"

The old swordsmith responded coldly:

"The old man wants to ask you, what is the reason for the fluctuation of the water level in Butterfly Creek in the past two days? What about keeping the good ones as they are?

"Since the new county order came, your Liu family has not done anything to satisfy the old man."

Liu Zi'an opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't argue, and his mouth was a little bitter and said:

On the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, Ouyang Lianghan asked people to open up the Folding Wing Canal, and the river water was poured back, which had some impact on the water level of Butterfly Creek.

"In addition, the last Yunmengze water rise at the end of the rainy season has begun, which also has an impact on the water level of Butterfly Creek, but the Di Gong Gate should be able to withstand it, and the problem is not too big.

"Sir, what should I do now......"

Liu Zi'an was halfway through speaking, and noticed the cold gaze cast by the old man opposite.

He paused, then took a deep breath and nodded:

"I understand that the Liu family will come up with another sum of money to fund the county government to deal with the Folding Wing Canal as soon as possible, and see if it can plug the gap and restart the second phase of the Folding Wing Canal...... There will be no more procrastination. ”

Liu Zi'an's face was a little painful, in the business of folding the wing canal, the Liu family had been forced or actively invested too many resources.

The most outrageous thing is that after the Folding Wing Canal was completed, this was still the political achievement of the enemy Ouyang Lianghan.

Liu Zi'an rubbed his face and let out a long breath, no longer caring about short-term gains and losses.

He continued: "As for this rise in the upper reaches of Yunmengze...... Ouyang Lianghan should be able to withstand it. ”

The old swordsmith sneered: "Heh, are you counting on others to push over?" Your Liu family should really thank your subordinates. ”

The corners of Liu Zi'an's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a sentence for a long time:

"It's just a matter of mutual fulfillment."

After that, the two chatted for a while, and the old swordsmith turned around and made a gesture of rushing away:

"Okay, let's go, the old man's side has been completed, and it is your Liu family that is delaying the completion of the sword, and it is dragging its feet.

"Go, go and block the Folding Wing Canal, and when the water level of Butterfly Creek is restored, this sword will be born."

Liu Zi'an nodded solemnly.

The second head of the Liu family, who had finally taken power, was worried about Zhong Zhong's departure.

In the sword furnace room, only the old swordsmith was left, standing silently in front of the furnace.

The atmosphere in the room is quiet.

Until the old swordsmith who was thinking about it picked up a jar of rice wine left by a young county commander on the table before leaving.

I opened the lid, tilted my head, and took a sip.

He suddenly turned his head and asked the sword-forging furnace with the door closed:

"You like the anger in him?"

In the empty room, the old man stared at the air in front of him, staring intently, as if he could see something that ordinary people could not see with the naked eye.

It's like talking to yourself:

"Little guy, don't suck it anymore, if you take one more sip just now, you will be discovered by that Xie girl.

"This girl is also guarding her brother's anger at all times, heh, don't be caught robbing her of food."

The old swordsmith withered his face, squeezed out a rare wrinkle, and smiled.

The old man waved his hand gently in front of him, as if he were a child.

"Go, little one, on Butterfly Creek.

"Hey, I'm really greedy, the water luck leaked from the huge Yunmengze upstream for more than ten years is not enough for you to eat.

"Be careful, don't be caught by the Wu Yue nuns of the Nujun Palace.

"Although, the old man's master and Donglin Temple seem to owe them a sword.

"In other words, how should I pay off this old debt......

(PS: It's over, I can't hold it brothers, Xiao Rong sleeps for a while and gets up...... It should be gone in the early morning, and I will sleep until morning...... ）

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