"That's the only bad thing about Qi Practitioners. The same thing happened to the hundreds of stupid young civilians who were not afraid of death just now. They could only be knocked unconscious and restrained. It's really troublesome. If you want to die, just die...

"It's not a battlefield, nor a river and lake. It's easy to dirty the adoptive father's hands. Those pressures are no joke. The higher you go, the more so. Unless you are like those crazy alchemists, breaking jars and smashing them, running to the coast of the North Sea.

…”

Ouyang Rong turned his head when he heard the words, frowned and looked at the unfathomable Xianbei man in front of him, and pursed his lips.

There is some knowledge about Qi Practitioners that the junior sister has not mentioned, maybe she thought he wouldn't need it before.

I saw Qiu Shenji shaking his head slightly:

"It's okay to kill one or two. It's just fighting and killing in the arena, but you can find some special ways to offset it. It's not the legendary divine being from China. It involves too many causes and effects.

"The reason why I didn't kill the leader was because the old gentleman sent a message asking me to bring him back alive."

Qiu Shenji turned to look at the old man in Mai who was sitting on the rocking chair beside him, enjoying watching the movie and sipping wine.

Ouyang Rong looked quite surprised when he heard this. He looked at this old craftsman whom he had met once before and wondered why he saved him.

Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin and others frowned.

He also looked at him with a somewhat suspicious look.

Unexpectedly, the old swordsmith held up the wine jar, shook the wine in the jar and said:

"You made a mistake, I asked you to bring this little girl with the word 'Yue' embroidered on her forehead."

The old man said indifferently:

"She used to work at a sword shop and helped me buy a lot of rice wine. It was cheap and affordable. She owes me half a favor. Please pay back some if you can before leaving.

"So just keep this one alive.

"You can do whatever you want with that brat named Ouyang Lianghan, just don't dirty my house."

Ouyang Rong:......

Wei Shaoxuan and others:...

"Old uncle!" Ah Qing's pretty face said, "Please, please save my master..."

"Not familiar."

The old swordsmith shook his head without squinting.

After a pause, he added:

"I heard you said that my mother is old. She should go home and stay well and serve in the high hall. Don't run around like today. Remember that."

The old man was particularly nagging in the mood of drinking.

Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji and others were not too surprised. After all, today was a special day and this old gentleman had no children.

Wei Shaoxuan sent the Buddha to the west, nodded and promised:

"Don't worry, old gentleman, I won't kill her. I'll send her a gift down the mountain."

He suddenly changed the subject:

"Old sir, it's half past noon!"

The old swordsmith nodded casually, pointed to a wooden sword box lying on the table and said:

"The sword is inside."

Wei Shaoxuan was confused: "But there is no sword in the box."

The old swordsmith chuckled:

"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean you don't have it. Seeing is really believing? If you don't have this bit of understanding, how are you any different from that idiot Liu Zian?"

Wei Shaoxuan frowned, turned his face, and asked his adoptive father for instructions.

Qiu Shenji pondered: "The details of the birth of each tripod sword are only mentioned in a few strokes in official and unofficial history..."

He said to the old swordsmith: "To turn the imaginary into reality, there must be something to pretend to be imaginary."

The old swordsmith curled his lips: "This is the sword box. Otherwise, why would I ask you to go all over the world to find the Mohist sword box?"

Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji choked.

The old swordsmith's messy gray beard was wet with wine. He put down the rice wine and Zuixun said:

"The newly born Cauldron Sword can only appear if it recognizes its owner.

"Except for those with strong energy, the requirements for recognizing the master... Ninth grade, sword skills, plus the true name, can appear in the world."

After speaking, he bent down, took out a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture from under the table, and threw it to Wei Shaoxuan:

"The sword technique of 'Hanshi'." He said lightly.

This unconstrained and eclectic boss' exclusive and willful operation shocked everyone.

Wei Shaoxuan's eyes suddenly lit up, no doubt that he was there: "Thank you, old sir, for your support!"

The old swordsmith shook the wine jar again and put it back on the table. He looked to the sky with a disappointed expression and sighed:

"There's no wine to drink. Go away."

The old man stood up straight away and waved impatiently at everyone:

"Come on, hurry up, I have nothing to give to you, see you off, see you off."

After hearing this, everyone retreated to the door.

Qiu Shenji suddenly asked:

"I would like to ask the old gentleman one last question, which cauldron sword is this, and how many cauldron swords are left that have not yet been forged?

"Did the stolen bite from the Mad Emperor turn into a tripod sword?"

The old swordsmith didn't answer, and only glanced at the familiar moonlight sword on someone's waist that he had casually forged before.

At this moment, everyone retreated.

The house is empty.

The furnace is empty.

The old man in sackcloth stood in front of the empty furnace, turned his head and looked at the people who silently stopped in front of the door and looked on with cold eyes.

He smiled surprisingly:

"I know what you are waiting for. The swordsmith knows too much about the tripod sword forged by his own hands. Only by seeing him die with his own eyes can the sword holder feel completely at ease and truly own the tripod sword hahahaha...

"But the most helpless thing is that before this, no matter whether they are princes, generals, or mythical Qi practitioners, everyone has to rely on the swordsmith."

Ouyang Rong interjected: "Why is it like my father-in-law marrying a pretty daughter?"

The old swordsmith's eye twitched, and everyone frowned and was speechless.

The tragic atmosphere that had been brewing in the air for a long time suddenly disappeared.

The old man laughed and shook his head. The next moment, he suddenly said:

"Are you all going to ask about its real name?"

One after another, eyes were fixed on him.

The old swordsmith smiled and said:

"My master once had an ancestral saying that myths are born in the mortal world, and I forge swords in the same way, so...

"It's called craftsmanship.

"A mediocre... work of craftsmanship."

The old swordsmith faced the young men and girls at the gate.

I don’t know who I’m looking at and giving the instructions, or... I’m talking to everyone?

In fact, a young county magistrate once proposed two words that the old swordsmith liked very much.

justice.

What a fair deal.

Equal opportunities for everyone.

In front of the empty furnace, the old swordsmith lowered his head, patted the dust on his clothes, and grabbed a red lotus sword seal on the table.

"Master and junior brother, I am an old friend of the Mei family. I am here."

The old man in linen clothes threw himself into the furnace without looking back.

The rickety body turned into flying catkins like a dandelion in the wind in a flameout furnace.

Only ashes remain.

Since then, there has been no swordsmith in the world who has mastered Lu Lu's sword-making skills.

Thousands of years ago, when the First Emperor forged the second tripod sword in the world, the Lulu sword-forging technique, which was born through the efforts of thousands of craftsmen, came to an end.

In front of the door, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin, Ouyang Rong, Ah Qing and others heard this, their faces were either hot or shocked.
Chapter completed!