"What a madman!"

In the house, Wei Shaoxuan was stunned for a long time and scolded in a low voice.

He picked up his teacup and drank it down.

Rao is the sixth son of the Wei family is quite calm and calm, and it is difficult to maintain calm and elegant.

The Emperor Sui, who has been buried in the dust and has been criticized by the historian, is even crazier than he imagined.

"At the beginning, the royal family of the Southern Dynasty cast a Ding sword, and they have exhausted the material resources of the Southern Kingdom, tried their best, and followed the mad emperor to pour it well, and added another sword in the Butterfly Creek Sword Furnace, and cast two Ding swords at the same time?"

Wei Shaoxuan suddenly felt that compared to Emperor Suimad, he and his father were too merciful, well, so is the saint today.

It seems that there is a contrast in everything.

Happiness comes from unevenness.

"The history books say that before the Northern Dynasty cast that mouthful of 'Emperor Wen', it had almost exhausted the national strength, and the world had just been unified, which was not busy with appeasing the generals and winning the hearts of the people, but was obsessed with alchemy, and then cast two swords, this person did not lose the country, who died of the country?"

Wei Shaoxuan sneered, in fact, he didn't think it was wrong to follow the mad emperor to scrape oil and water from the people, but the key is that it is okay to be bad, but not stupid, the appearance is too ugly, and it is not elegant enough, and exploitation also needs to be elegant:

"Oh, madman who fishes all his might."

Qiu Shenji nodded:

"The stolen Ding sword should be the one that the southern royal family did not cast back then, this sword, the southern royal family cast most of it, and the mad emperor should give priority to casting it.

"However, it is unknown whether the sword was forged before it was stolen.

"The ancestor of my Qiu family, who was an official to the general of the Che Cavalry, once said that the mad emperor was furious that day, blocked the news, and beheaded many people involved in the court, including even many precious swordsmiths, and the blood and skulls rolled into the butterfly stream, so that the river was dyed red for half a month, and it was not washed clean......

"What did you do to kill the swordsmith, this madman?" Wei Shaoxuan was curious.

"It seems that there is a swordsmith and a sword-stealing thief who should cooperate with the outside to make the Ding Sword lost."

"Inside and outside?"

Wei Shaoxuan's face showed some thought.

These hidden insiders that have long been hidden in the dust of history are not even recorded in the secret vault of the Wei Palace, and it is estimated that they can only be passed down from the mouth of a family of military qi practitioners like his father-in-law.

"Father-in-law knows that no thief can steal anyone, and the sword of the mad emperor dares to steal."

Qiu Shenji looked at him and shook his head:

"Liulang, don't think about it, it's been nearly a hundred years ago, there are a lot of qi practitioners who know about this, and the clues that can be found have already been searched by smart people, and the Ding Sword that I don't know if it was cast or not, has long been missing, and no one knows who stole it.

"But it must be a good Qi Practitioner, the Crazy Emperor offended a lot of Qi Practitioners on the Mountain back then, not to mention those top Qi Practitioner forces who had supported the Southern Imperial Family."

Speaking of this, Qiu Shenji glanced out the window in the south direction, where there was a hidden world.

Wei Shaoxuan nodded, sighed, and stopped asking.

He muttered:

"So, the embryo of the Ding Sword made by the Liu Family Supervisor right now is the new Ding that the Mad Emperor found after he lost his sword?"

Qiu Shenji bowed slightly:

"When I was reading the history books, I also had doubts, why did the mad emperor fail to cast his sword for a long time, and then when I heard this secret, I suddenly became a little enlightened, and sure enough, there was a secret change in the middle."

Wei Shaoxuan was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed and groaned:

"Pity the gold thread every year, making wedding clothes for others......"

He turned his head again, and with emotion:

"However, father-in-law, imagine if there was no such sword-stealing accident, with the mad emperor's qi cultivation back then, and the Dasui army had many tripod swords, even if the heroes rose together, it was not certain who would belong to the world in the end.

"After all, a mouthful of 'Emperor Wen' has already terrified the heroes of the world at that time, and that Emperor Taizong Wen has to temporarily avoid the edge in the military array......

"However, there is no if, in the end, the dust returns to dust, the earth returns to the earth, and the destiny and the sword of Da Sui are all owned by Daqian.

"'Emperor Wen' was also renamed 'Emperor Wen' by the Great Qianjun...... It's really a trick to think about.

"By the way, father-in-law, you have been in the border army of the North all the year round, have you ever seen that 'Emperor Wen'. What does it look like? ”

Qiu Shenji bowed slightly.

Hearing this, an awe-inspiring color flashed in his eyes.

That's right, Da Zhou, or the previous Da Qian, also has a Ding Sword.

Although Emperor Taizong Wen of the Great Qian, he forbade future generations to cast the Ding Sword again, but the sword that has been cast in history is not allowed to be used.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, which inherited the Great Qian, the most world-famous sword is the 'Emperor Wen'.

It's just that it is difficult to find a sword-wielder who meets the "conditions for prosperity" of this sword, and at the same time, this thing is already an important weapon of the country, not owned by a family or a private person, and there is already an extremely mature official qi practitioner system around its use.

At the necessary moment, the upper cut dared to offend the imperial power, and the lower was borrowed from the most elite battle formation of the surrounding army, swept thousands of troops, and expanded the territory.

Even the powerful Wei clan cannot embezzle it privately.

Qiu Shenji still remembers that day when the sky was sunny in the north of the country, the sun was shining, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and as far as the eye could see, the enemy cavalry was densely packed, like a black tide rushing from the horizon, about to engulf the right flank of the dry army.

At a certain moment, a sword came from the east.

The black tide that was originally rushing in was cut in half by a horizontal straight steel wire, as plain and simple as cutting tofu, and the black tide was cut into two pieces of tofu, falling to the ground, crushed to the bone.

As far as the eye can see, it is a straight line of death, and those who dare to cross half a point will be separated from the upper and lower bodies, and people will turn over on their backs, and even the sandstorms that pass by will be broken in half.

The fresh and strong smell of blood wrapped in the west wind has passed for more than ten years, and Qiu Shenji still remembers it vividly, and his nose seems to be faintly smelling it at this moment.

It is called 'Emperor Wen', but it is not elegant at all to kill, just like Emperor Taizong Wen, who was once invincible.

The recent rebellion in Yingzhou, if the Wei clan could use a sword to suppress it, there would be no mess behind!

And the Wei Wangfu is very suspicious that the rebellion in Yingzhou is not only a rebellion of the rebels, but there may also be a secret help from the qi practitioners, which cannot be related to the opponent's Xiangwang forces...... There is no evidence.

Qiu Shenji was silent for a moment, and said with a slight bow:

"'Emperor Wen' is a little special, I don't know why, the swordsmiths who are craftsmen and craftsmen, since the Eastern Jin Dynasty's 'Han Shi' was cast, the sword began to deviate from the convention, saying what kind of sword is not a sword, Ding is not Ding, I don't know how to describe it......

"But Liulang will have a chance to see it soon, this time when he goes back with his sword, he still needs to borrow the rare sword technique of 'Emperor Wen', the prince has arranged it for you, go back and observe it once...... This is an opportunity that the palace has consumed a lot of human resources in exchange. ”

The man with the back box said coldly:

"On this trip to Dragon City, there are two things that must be obtained, in addition to the Ding Sword itself, which is the real name of the Ding Sword, and the real name is only known to the sword caster who casts the sword himself, and it is also the most important thing.

"That's why I told Rokuro not to offend that old gentleman for the time being."

"I understand."

Wei Shaoxuan nodded lightly, as if he already knew about this, and he suddenly asked:

"Why is my father-in-law so sure that I need to use the sword technique to subdue this sword, in case I happen to be the one he is close to? It is possible to cross ......"

"Maybe."

Qiu Shenji said casually, turning his head to look out the window.

Seeing the expression of his father-in-law, the corners of Wei Shaoxuan's mouth twitched, and this tone was perfunctory when he heard it.

However, his father-in-law's reaction felt that it was normal, his father-in-law had always been cold and realistic, how could he pin his hopes on the identity of an ethereal and prosperous person with a very low probability.

Or honestly use another set of safe methods that Qi practitioners have explored for thousands of years.

Wei Shaoxuan let out a long breath, got up and walked around the room, and muttered:

"What should the old gentleman of the swordsmith call from, I remember that there seems to be a name, he calls himself 'Wu Ming' or something."

Qiu Shenji shook his head: "When I heard it, it was a pseudonym." Swordsmiths are mostly withdrawn and have an eccentric temperament. ”

Wei Shaoxuan smiled and said:

"I think so too, but the identity and experience of this old gentleman is interesting.

According to Liu Ziwen's original revelation, before the Mei family was destroyed, this old gentleman was a registered disciple of the Gu Yue Sword Shop, and he came into contact with some Mei family swordsmanship, but later, it seems that there was a quarrel with the Mei family masters, it was a dispute over some ideas, and he completely broke up, left the division, and never returned - of course, now it seems that this quarrel should be related to Ding Jian.

"But father-in-law, the next interesting thing is coming."

Wei Shaoxuan folded his fan and clapped his hands, turned his head and said leisurely:

"More than ten years ago, Liu Ziwen set up a poisonous plan to destroy the whole family of the Mei family who resolutely refused to obey, but after a hundred secrets, there was a child of the Mei family who escaped from the tunnel with the embryo of the Ding Sword, Liu Ziwen was in a hurry, and there was a heavy reward on the rivers and lakes, and he was wanted everywhere, and he couldn't find anyone for a long time, but the righteous father, and then guess what?"

Qiu Shenji glanced sideways slightly, and his eyebrows were raised.

Wei Shaoxuan grinned and showed three white teeth, and smiled brightly:

Liu Ziwen didn't do anything, this old gentleman took the head of the Mei disciple who escaped, and the embryo of the Ding Sword, returned alone, and found Liu Ziwen's cooperation, about three chapters, ignoring mundane matters, only caring about casting swords, Liu Ziwen saw that he was very sincere, so he agreed to cooperate.

"What a sword-forging idiot, a good deception to destroy ancestors, no wonder he is a nameless and nameless savage, the old gentleman's character is too flavorful to me, I must see him the day after tomorrow!"

Wei Shaoxuan stroked his palms and laughed.

Qiu Shenji's expression was thoughtful.

……

Liu Zi'an and Boss Li left the house together and went down the mountain directly from the temple.

However, he did not immediately return to the Liu family's mansion or the Guyue Sword Shop.

In the carriage, Liu Zi'an laughed and chatted with Boss Li along the way, and became acquainted with each other.

In the afternoon, Liu Zi'an deliberately took Boss Li to a trip to the Folding Wing Canal.

The Liu family also has investments here, although it is like a big wrongdoer.

Liu Zi'an took Boss Li to observe Xinqu, and by the way, he arranged to invite distinguished guests from all walks of life in Jiangzhou on the fifteenth of this month, and the contact with the representatives sent by the county government was also very modest and sincere, and he couldn't see the hideous indignation in front of Wei Shaoxuan in the Donglin Temple not long ago.

Liu Zi'an said goodbye to everyone and returned to the carriage, and the waiting boss Li had a pair of green eyes and looked at him quite strangely.

The Persian merchant seemed to remember the layout of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

"The head of the Liu family and Brother Ru really have a deep relationship, they are like brothers and sisters, and now even revenge is so forbearing, restrained, and carefully planned, it is obviously a matter of Mr. Qiu's little thumb, huh."

Liu Zi'an smiled lightly and didn't reply.

In the evening, with a wave of his hand, Liu Zi'an finally saw off the Persian merchant who seemed to be an overseer.

As soon as he boarded the carriage, the smile on the face of the new head of the Liu family suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Gloomy can drip.

"Hurry back to the sword shop!"

A whisper of command came from inside the carriage, and the carriage sped up suddenly......

The old swordsmith has been a little idle in recent days, as if he has nothing to do, and he has a lot less things to do, and often comes to the lawn outside to blow the wind and drink.

The old swordsmith has also drunk a little more recently, and the rice wine he bought from the breakfast shop Sister Cheng every day has changed from one jar a day to three jars.

After Sister Cheng, who was quite enthusiastic, brought him a bowl of hot soup this morning, she specially advised him to hurt his body by drinking.

The old man turned a deaf ear, still with a swarthy and wrinkled face that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Halfway up the small lonely mountain, the old swordsmith walked out of the sword furnace room with two jars of rice wine in his arms and came to the edge of the lawn cliff.

A jar with its head tilted up and drank to itself.

A jar was slowly sprinkled on the grass in front of him.

The old man's face was distracted, looking at the endless Butterfly Creek flowing at the foot of the mountain, and the small county town in the south of the Yangtze River with thousands of lights on the other side.

He grew up here, worked as an anonymous apprentice in the sword furnace here, and wanted to forge a sword that violated his master's door here.

As people get older, they tend to reminisce about the past.

The old swordsmith's gray and withered lips murmured:

"What a butterfly stream, the first Qin Shiyue virgin slashed the dragon at the head of the dragon on the west bank, and later the mad emperor almost cut off the head of the craftsman who was a Dao vein swordsmith, and the head rolled down into the waves...... This stream likes to watch creatures fall so much? ”

"Old man, it's not good!"

At this time, Liu Zi'an hurried halfway up the mountain and said to the old swordsmith who seemed to be blowing the wind and sobering up:

"The Wei family from Luoyang doesn't seem to be easy to deal with, and he also came to a high-grade soldier to practice qi as a protector......

The old swordsmith retracted his complexion and lifted the wine sideways.

"Oh." He nodded.

"Old man, I really have no chance, not a prosperous person?" Liu Zi'an asked suddenly.

"It's not."

The old swordsmith took a sip of wine, looked at his slightly gloomy face, and asked:

"What, scared? Want to give up on the plan you promised? ”

"How so."

Liu Zi'an showed a little smile on his face, and instead, he asked in a serious tone:

"Does the old gentleman really have a sword recipe as a gift?"

The old swordsmith faintly said: "I can get a copy occasionally, and I will give it to you." ”

Liu Zi'an's eyes showed joy, but immediately, his tone was a little: "Why is the old gentleman so helpful?" ”

"It has long been agreed that if you kill Liu Ziwen, the old man will give you a sword. The old man only casts swords in this life, who is the sword bearer, the children of the Wei family, or you, the old man doesn't care. ”

The old man said truthfully.

Liu Zi'an looked at him and exhaled slightly.

His eyes flickered slightly.

According to Liu Zi'an's understanding of the past, those grievances and entanglements were between the old swordsmith and Liu Ziwen.

Liu Zi'an only later returned to Longcheng from outside to supervise the sword-casting, and killed people for the old swordsmith, and the grievances really didn't involve him.

Liu Zi'an pondered for a while, and suddenly frowned: "Where did this rare sword technique of the old gentleman come from?" ”

The old swordsmith glanced at him, picked up the little thumb of the flask, and casually pointed down into the distance.

Liu Zi'an turned his head, his face stunned:

"This ......"

The direction pointed by the old man was the Dagu Donglin Temple that Liu Zi'an had been to today.

(End of chapter)