Azul had been tied up and locked up in a carriage, running all the way, receiving very little food and water every day, and no time to let off steam, so that he didn't know where the man in black was taking him. Fortunately, Azul summed up the scenery that he could see outside the carriage curtain when he got food in the past few days, especially the gradually desertified land and the gradually scarce greenery, and he could basically judge that he was still walking the same way, that is, all the way south, but following another group of people south. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Perhaps having learned the lesson of being rescued last time, Azul had no chance to struggle or escape at all this time, so he could only be at the mercy of others. Azule's instincts told him that the men in black this time were the same as the previous ones, and that this time he was clearly in the middle of the scheme. Azule could feel that the Qingfeng Sword had been taken away, and now it was pointless to think about how to get it back, and he didn't even know if the other party would kill him;

Traveling all the way south, it took about five days to enter a city, and Azule guessed that since it was close to the Northern Barbarians, it should only be the Kestrel City in Shuntianzhou. I could feel like I was entering the city, and then I was taken to a dungeon and locked up.

There are still three stone walls, an iron railing, hay piled up in a random place, a simple toilet, and even a simple wooden bed. Azule laughed at himself that he had gone to prison again, and that he seemed to have improved his grade, and at least there was something like a bed for him to sleep on. Azul now has no other scruples except for worrying about Qingzhuo's safety, two meals are delivered, and the rest of the time is quiet and no one comes to disturb him, so he uses this leisure and quiet time to practice the inner motivation method.

There is no sunlight in the prison, and there is no way to judge the progress of time, and the only way to calculate the time is to determine the frequency and time of the food delivery, and Azule will make a mark on the wall with the stones in the dungeon according to his own judgment. Looking at the dense markings on the walls, Azule found that he had been in the dungeon for more than half a month.

On this day, Azul continued to practice the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" and swordsmanship in the interval between the two deliveries. It is relatively easy to practice the inner strength and mind method, and it is enough to meditate and then practice the size of the sixteen weeks, but as for the practice of swordsmanship, it is a little more difficult, and I don't have a sword by my side, so I can only find a dead branch to replace it.

After practicing it all, Azul slowly collected his work, waited for the cell boss to deliver food, and then burned the next day. The person who delivered the food had not yet arrived, but he heard a sound of pushing and scolding, mixed with the sound of anklets dragging and dragging, and Azul suddenly became curious, guessing that someone must be being imprisoned again, and he was not handcuffed with anklets and handcuffs, who would these people who were wearing anklets or handcuffs?

Two jailers came into sight with a man, also a young man, about the same height as himself, thinner than himself, wearing the fireproof and splash-proof clothes of a blacksmith or swordsmith, his hair was scattered behind his head, his facial features were quite delicate, his white face, big eyes, high nose, his eyes were quite sharp, but his face was a little decadent, and he wore handcuffs and anklets. He was escorted forward by two cell bosses with knives, pushing from time to time, but this person did not resist, but the two cell bosses could not push him at all, but he himself took the initiative to move forward. Due to the stone walls on three sides, Azule could only see the cells on the opposite side and diagonally, and coincidentally the person who came was locked up opposite him.

"Boy, stay well, Lord Copperhead has already ordered, either the people of the sword shop will forge a sword, or someone will unveil the list and recommend yourself, otherwise you will wait to die in the dungeon!" one of the jailers locked the door, and the other laughed.

Azule leaned against the innermost wall, closing his eyes and recuperating, while thinking about the information he had just heard about the "Sword Workshop Sword-Casting" and other information, thinking that he could have become a craftsman and have the opportunity to forge a few swords, but unfortunately, he fell into prison again today.

In the next few days, Azule had the idea that he wanted to go out and verify that the entire prison was just himself and the two people opposite, otherwise how could it be so quiet? The newcomers on the other side were silent all the time, and they were not even late for food in the first few days, and they only ate a little slowly in the next few days.

Ever since he heard the words "Sword Forge Sword", Azule couldn't suppress his curiosity and eagerness to try, and repeatedly thought about his experience in casting iron and smelting copper, and even recalled the symbols on the pillar in Master Cell's copper smelting room, and finally decided to take the initiative to exchange and discuss with the people who were later imprisoned between the two food deliveries.

"Are you going to forge a bronze sword or a steel sword?" Azule asked, standing in front of the iron door, and asked the man opposite.

Seeing that the person on the other side ignored him, Azul did not stop, and said, "If it is a steel sword, most of it is forged, and if it is a bronze sword, it must be selectively malleable and cast." ”

When the person on the other side heard this, his originally buried head slowly raised up, but he still didn't speak. Azule thought that what he said was common sense, which might attract the attention of the other party, but not necessarily attract the other party to talk to him, so he said: "Casting swords are generally made of bronze, and the two problems that are not solved well in the current casting of bronze swords are whether to cast or forge, and the other is the proportion of copper and tin. ”

After hearing the words "copper-tin ratio", the person on the opposite side made a "poof" sound, turned over and stood up, approached the iron railing in two steps, and said word by word: "Who are you? Who have you offended? Is it the city lord, the 'Four Tigers' or the 'Six Guards'?"

"I haven't met the city lord, let alone heard of the 'Four Tigers' and 'Six Guards', but a group of people snatched one of my swords, and I was locked up here for no reason, and I came in half a month before you. Azule didn't hide it, he said half of it, left half of it, and said slowly.

The man opposite paused for a moment, pacing back and forth in the cell, thinking urgently, and finally tentatively asked, "Do you know how to forge a sword?"

"I know a thing or two, and I've forged swords!" replied Azul.

"Since you know the two problems of forging bronze swords, and you can be regarded as a knowledgeable person, what is the solution?" asked the person on the other side.

"My name is Asule, I grew up in Beiban, but I am from the Central Plains. What about you?" asked Azule instead of answering the other directly.

"My name is Liyuan, I grew up here, and I followed my father's generation to forge swords for the city lord. The person on the other side replied in the same tone and form.

"I have studied sword forging for three years in the Northern Barbarian Industry City before, and I have some experience, and I am willing to discuss it with you. Azule took a step back and said to Liyuan like a Central Plains person.

He arched his hand and said, "Okay! The main castle cast a sword, a bronze sword, and a three-foot sword. ”

When Azule heard that it was a three-foot bronze sword, he suddenly came to his senses, because under the current level of sword casting, this was basically an impossible task.