The sun hangs in the sky, and the sky is like a wash.

Long Qingyun and his entourage of six people just entered Lin'an City, the crowd was bustling, laughing and noisy, the wide streets, the rows of buildings, and the prosperous scene were in full view.

Nanyong Kyoto Lin'an Mansion is worthy of being the metropolis of the world.

It is more cultural than the Daxing Mansion in the East Hanzhongdu, the Linhuang Mansion in Beijing in the North Qi, and the Xingqing Mansion in the Xiqiang Capital.

From the main street and Zhufang Lane, the size of the mat, even the door, there is no empty house, all things gather, all walks of life.

The western suburbs of Lin'an City, Mufu Sword Casting Workshop.

This is a hanging mountain style building, look up, elegant and elegant, there is a positive ridge at the intersection of the front and rear roofs, the roof is completely divided into two slopes, the corner of the roof is warped, giving people a soft and beautiful feeling.

Long Qingyun was dressed in a blue robe, the jade tree was in the wind, and the wind was in the wind, accompanied by the left side, and the four of them followed closely behind, in a cluster, and walked into the Mufu Sword Casting Workshop.

An old man in a blue robe greeted him, with a slightly chubby figure and a white willow beard. "How many of you want to forge a sword? Sit down for tea first, and I'll introduce you to a master. As he spoke, he raised his hand and motioned for a few people to sit down.

Liu Wenlong stepped forward, smiled and arched his hand: "Old man, can you pass on the word to Mu Yezi's senior, we are here to visit his old man's house today." ”

"This ......" The old man in the blue robe seemed to be a little embarrassed, Mu Yezi had a loose temperament, he usually was an apprentice to forge swords, and he rarely forged swords himself.

"Okay, I'll go in and ask the master. The blue-robed old man paused.

A gray robe is clear and middle-aged, standing in the study with his hands in his hands, just now from the window to see this group of people is also bright, especially the leader of Long Qingyun Xiao Shuxuanju, Qiyu Xuanang, next to the Tuoba eyebrows like green feathers, the wind is Chuchu, the back few people are also quite heroic.

Hearing the blue-robed old man's instructions, the middle-aged man said, "Uncle Cen, you call them in." The old man in the blue robe was stunned in his heart, quite surprised, the old man usually rarely sees guests, and usually the sword casting matters are a few disciples Zhang Luo.

A few people entered Mu Yezi's study, and went away, there was a large yellow pear flower desk by the window of the room, a few book manuscripts on the desk, and a few treasure inkstones, two black pen holders, and a few wolves in the pen holders.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe sat in front of the bookcase, about forty years old, his right hand was on the scroll, his index finger was slightly raised, and the sunlight outside the window was split into tens of thousands of gold pieces, sprinkled on Mu Yezi's face, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, under the steep nose bridge, his face was handsome and elegant.

I thought that this sword-casting master Mu Yezi was a strong man, but it turned out to be a middle-aged scribe.

Mu Yezi, formerly known as Mu Cangtian, was born in a family of Lin'an sword-casting, because he worshiped Ou Yezi, the sword-casting master of Yue during the Warring States Period, so he changed his name to Mu Yezi, and his swordsmanship and sword casting are a must in Lin'an City.

Jianghu people call "two swords and one sky", which is the admiration and affirmation of Mu Yezi's sword-casting attainments and swordsmanship level.

Long Qingyun strode forward, waved his hands and said, "Meet Senior Mu, a few of us are disciples of the Songyang Sword Mansion, and we have come to cast a few weapons." ”

Mu Yezi sat on the wooden chair, did not get up, motioned for everyone to sit down, and said with a smile: "But you want to participate in the West Lake Sword Debate?" Seeing that this son was outstanding, Mu Yezi guessed that he should be the representative of the Songyang Sword Mansion to participate in the West Lake Sword Debate this year.

Several other people had already sat down, Long Qing was still standing in place, and continued: "In Xia Long Qingyun, I have the honor to represent the Songyang Sword Mansion to participate in the West Lake Sword Debate, these are Niu Ben, Wang Gao, and Liu Wenlong, I hope that the predecessors will be fulfilled." ”

When a few people entered the door just now, Mu Yezi looked at the physical characteristics of Niu Ben, Wang Gao, Liu Wenlong and others, and he already knew it silently in his heart. Heartily said: "Since you are a disciple of the Songyang Sword Mansion, the old man will give each of you young people a worthy weapon today." ”

Saying that, he glanced at Luo Hao, Luo Hao was very interested, stood up and said: "Little Lao'er is here with Miss today, I am so old, I don't need weapons."

Tuoba stood up generously, waved his hand and said: "Senior Mu, I don't ask for weapons, I came today to give Long Qingyun a sword, and I ask my predecessor to fulfill it." As she spoke, Meimu looked at Long Qingyun with a shy.

Mu Yezi sighed in his heart, "Good boy, Yanfu is not shallow!" He bowed slightly to Luo Hao and Tuoba Xi, and then said loudly: "Uncle Cen, you call Jiang Peng to come in." ”

In an instant, a tall and sturdy young man came in, who was Jiang Peng, Mu Yezi's eldest apprentice.

Mu Yezi instructed: "You go and organize everyone to build a goose knife, a water and fire iron rod, and a mace." ”

Jiang Peng took the order and left, Niu Ben, Wang Gao, and Liu Wenlong looked at each other, thinking to themselves The three of us asked for a sword, what happened to this wooden senior.

"Qingyun, you follow me to the armory room. Mu Yezi said, and then instructed Cen Bo to take care of a few guests.

Long Qingyun followed Mu Yezi through the corridor to an open courtyard at the back, where Mu Yezi took out the key and opened the door.

It seems that this room is extremely important, and the key is only owned by Mu Yezi.

The two walked in, and suddenly it was a large room, closed on all sides, with no windows. The four walls are covered with weapons.

Knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, hammers, clubs, spears, and rakes are all available, which is breathtaking.

The two of them walked to the east, and the wall was full of swords, and a sword hanging in the middle was particularly eye-catching, shining brightly.

Mu Yezi pointed to this sword and said: "This sword is my imitation of the "Zhan Lu Sword", according to the record of "Wu Yue Spring and Autumn Period", Ou Yezi, a sword-casting master during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, refined a total of five famous swords: Zhan Lu, Chunjun, Juque, Hao Cao, and Fish Intestine, and Zhan Lu is listed at the top of the five famous swords.

After the Zhan Lu sword changed hands repeatedly, it was later obtained by the famous general Zhou of the Jin Dynasty, and then transferred by his descendants to Yuan Dingtian, a famous anti-Han general of this dynasty, since Yuan Dingtian was killed, the Zhan Lu sword was lost. ”

Mu Yezi continued: "Zhan Lu has spirituality, can recognize loyal ministers, and good monarchs. Legend has it that in the end, the Zhan Lu sword fell into a deep pool of blue water, and the old man searched for more than ten years, but also found nothing, so according to the records of ancient books, he imitated this sword. ”

Mu Yezi stood for a long time, with a solemn face, yearning and regret, revealing everything.

Maybe Long Qingyun is the representative of the Songyang Sword Mansion to participate in the West Lake Sword Debate this year, and as Mu Yezi, who has a good personal relationship with Mo Tianyu, he also has a lot of feelings today.

At Mu Yezi's suggestion, the two of them each took a sword from the wall and walked to the courtyard.

Mu Yezi stood concentratingly, and Long Qingyun made a "Blue Wave Flowing Cloud Sword" starting style.

Mu Yezi's long sword is out of the sheath, the long sword is pointed in the void, the long hair is windless and automatic, indescribably chic and elegant, the sword is like frost and snow, the body is silver, the momentum is like a rainbow, and the sword aura is overflowing.

Long Qingyun's heart tightened, feeling the sword qi that he had never had, his stubborn and tenacious character since he was a child made Long Qingyun suddenly angry, the sword trick of "Blue Waves and Flowing Cloud Sword" filled his mind, his eyes were as deep and vast as the sea, and the moment the breeze blew, Xiao Shuxuan became more and more dusty.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting for five or six rounds, and it was obvious that Mu Yezi did not exert all his strength, but only analyzed the characteristics of his sword from Long Qingyun's sword moves and sword intent, so that he could tailor it when building weapons.

This is also the reason why Mu Yezi's sword casting level is improving day by day, and the level of swordsmanship is getting higher and higher. Anyone who he thinks is worthy of a sword contest will try it before forging a sword.

If Mu Yezi's sword-casting level is the highest in Nanyong, then the swordsmanship is not at all below the generation of swordsmanship master Gu Jianqiu, the master of Songyang Sword Mansion Mo Tianyu, and the dean of the West Lake Sword Academy Murong Bai.

It seemed that Mu Yezi was about to knock Long Qingyun to the ground, but Long Qingyun was always able to avoid Mu Yezi's dense sword moves and launch a counterattack.

Looking at the two from afar, it is like the sea breeze and waves can overturn Xiao Zhou at any time, but although the boat is weak, it can always persevere, he is strong by him, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Mu Yezi couldn't help but be secretly frightened, this son had such attainments at a young age, and over time, he would definitely be generous.

Thinking of this, he laughed and said, "You don't have to fight." They both stopped at the same time.

Long Qingyun waved his hand and saluted: "Thank you seniors for your advice!" The attitude is modest and dignified.

Mu Yezi bowed slightly, "The son can be taught." "Long Qingyun's comprehension of martial arts is extremely high, and he can touch the bypass in the fight, and what he occupies is just an internal force advantage.

Mu Yezi laughed loudly and said, "Qingyun, come with me." ”

The two walked into the sword casting workshop, and a group of disciples were busy, some of them were burning furnaces and some of them pulling bellows, all of them were shirtless.

"Master!" the disciples shouted respectfully. Mu Yezi, who was still elegant and handsome just now, took off his coat and handed it to the disciple next to him, revealing his muscles, and he really couldn't see that Mu Yezi, who was still a rough man, was already in a rough state at the moment.

As the saying goes, "There are three hardships in the world, supporting the boat, striking iron, and grinding tofu". Since ancient times, the industry of striking iron, that is, forging swords, has been very hard.

The basic skills of furnace, bellows, forging, and quenching, Mu Yezi has been doing this every day for seven or eight years since he was a child, until he learned everything handily, and then he became a teacher, and Mu Yezi was eighteen years old that year.

There is a wise saying in the Sword Casting Workshop, that is: "Simple movements are practiced to the extreme, and that is a trick".

I saw that Mu Yezi skillfully selected the material for casting the sword, Longquan black iron sand, and put it into the scorching furnace with bronze.

With a cup of tea, Mu Yezi cast the molten iron into a model, and then waved the hammer, constantly beating, the force was even, and the speed was fast.

With a stick of incense, the iron under the hammer formed a sharp blade, and finally became steel.

Mu Yezi, who was sweating profusely, had a smile on his face, and it seemed that he was quite satisfied with this blade.

Now the final pass, and the most critical procedure, is quenching, and Mu Yezi puts the red-hot sword into cold water.

Just listen to the sound of "snort", the essence shines, and the room is full of brilliance.

Mu Yezi's face was calm.

A Longquan sword that "comes out of the gods, and serves the mighty" was born.