Seeing that he was very sincere, he agreed to cooperate.

"What a man who forges swords like a fool, what a man who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors. No wonder he is a nameless savage. The old gentleman's character is so interesting to me. I must meet him in the future!"

Wei Shaoxuan put his hands on his hands and laughed.

Qiu Shenji looked thoughtful.

…

Liu Zian and Boss Li left the cottage together and went straight down the mountain from the temple.

However, he did not immediately return to the Liu Family Mansion or Guyue Sword Shop.

In the carriage, Liu Zian joked and chatted with Boss Li along the way, and became familiar with him.

In the afternoon, Liu Zian specially took Boss Li to the Zheyi Canal.

The Liu family also has investments here, although it seems like a big enemy.

Liu Zian took Boss Li to inspect the new canal, and by the way, he made arrangements to invite distinguished guests from all over Jiangzhou on the fifteenth day of the next month. When in contact with the representatives sent by the county government, he also behaved very humbly and sincerely, without any sign of not being too late.

In the Donglin Temple hut, Wei Shaoxuan was looking at him ferociously and indignantly.

Liu Zian bid farewell to everyone and returned to the carriage. Boss Li who was waiting looked at him with a pair of green eyes that looked strangely in his eyes.

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

"The head of the Liu family and your brother really have a deep relationship and they are brothers. Even revenge is so forbearing and restrained and planned carefully. It is obviously just a matter of Mr. Qiu's little finger, eh."

Liu Zian smiled softly and did not reply.

In the evening, Liu Zian waved his hand and finally sent away the Persian businessman who seemed to be supervising.

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.

The gloomy one can drip water.

"Go back to the sword shop quickly!"

A whispered command came from inside the carriage, and the carriage immediately accelerated...

The old swordsmith has been a little leisurely in recent days, as if he has nothing to do. He has a lot less things on hand. He often comes to the lawn outside to enjoy the breeze and drink.

The old swordsmith has been drinking a lot lately. The rice wine he buys from Sister Cheng at the breakfast shop has quietly increased from one jar to three jars a day.

Sister Cheng, who was quite warm-hearted, brought him a bowl of hot soup this morning and specifically warned him that drinking alcohol was harmful to the body.

The old man ignored it, still wearing a dark and wrinkled face that would repel people thousands of miles away.

Halfway up Xiaogu 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.

He raised his head and drank from the jar.

A jar slowly sprinkled on the grass in front of me.

The old man looked at the endlessly flowing Butterfly Creek at the foot of the mountain and the small Jiangnan county with thousands of lights on the other side.

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

As we get older, it’s easier for us to reminisce about the past.

The gray and withered lips of the old swordsmith murmured:

"What a butterfly stream. In the pre-Qin Dynasty, Yue Maiden killed a dragon at the dragon's head platform on the west bank. Later, the mad emperor almost beheaded the Daoist swordsmith, and his head rolled into the turbulent water... I like to watch this stream so much.

Are all living beings dying?"

"Old sir, it's not good!"

At this time, Liu Zian hurried to the mountainside and said to the old swordsmith who seemed to be sobering up:

"The Wei family member from Luoyang seems to be difficult to deal with, and a top-grade military qi practitioner has also come to serve as a protector..."

The old swordsmith calmed his expression, raised his drink and turned sideways.

"Oh." He nodded.

"Old sir, I really have no chance, am I not a very energetic person?" Liu Zian suddenly asked.

"no."

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

"What, are you scared? Do you want to give up on the planned plan?"

"how come."

Liu Zian had a smile on his face, and then he asked in a serious tone:

"The old gentleman really has a sword manual as a gift to me?"

The old swordsmith said calmly: "I came across a copy by chance, so I gave it to you."

Liu Zian's eyes showed joy, but immediately his tone was a bit: "Why is this old gentleman so generous in helping me?"

"It has been agreed that if you kill Liu Ziwen, I will give you a sword. I will only make swords in my life. I don't care who holds the sword, a descendant of the Wei family or you."

The old man told the truth.

Liu Zian looked at him and let out a breath.

His eyes flickered slightly.

According to Liu Zian's knowledge of the past, those disputes were all between the old swordsmith and Liu Ziwen.

Liu Zian later returned to Longcheng from outside to supervise the making of swords, and he also killed people for the old swordsmith. The grudges really did not involve him.

Liu Zian pondered for a while, then suddenly frowned: "Where did the old gentleman's rare sword art come from?"

The old swordsmith glanced at him, then pointed to the distance with his little finger holding the wine flask.

Liu Zian turned his head and looked stunned:

"this……"
Chapter completed!