Chapter 691: The Man Who Makes a Knife 2

Zhang Haotian smiled slightly, stepped forward two steps, and went to the middle-aged woman and said, "Sister, my surname is Zhang. I have practiced swords since I was a child and I also like to collect them. I know that all the famous sword-making craftsmen in the world take Ou Zhizi as their master. He forged eight swords, namely Longquan Sword, Taia Sword, Gongbu Sword, Zhanlu Sword, Chunjun Sword, Shengxie Sword, Yuyan Sword, and Juque Sword. Later, each of these eight swords became famous all over the world and became the love weapon for countless emperors and heroes to chase the world. Therefore, I have admired Master Ou Zhizi since I was a child and wanted to visit his ruins to see if I could ask his descendants to cast a treasure sword to collect them. Now I finally have the opportunity to come. I don't want the Ou family's sword-making skills to have been lost. It's a pity, but I want to visit his descendants and his spiritual positions, and remember the ancestors, which is not worth this trip."

This middle-aged woman is indeed a descendant of the Ou family. Seeing Zhang Hao's majestic weather and a talented person, she not only knows the glorious history of her ancestors, but also speaks politely, so she nodded and pointed to the courtyard: "Mr. Zhang, there is a ancestral hall where we have a tablet for our ancestors, but outsiders generally cannot enter. You might as well ask back. There are stone statues of our ancestors in the city, and you can go there to admire them."

Zhang Haotian smiled and said, "I still want to go to the place where the master lives to dip in spiritual energy. A friend of mine once asked Mr. Ou to cast a short knife. He knew that the old man liked to drink, so I specially brought a few bottles of the best bamboo leaf green. Since he was gone, I would use this wine to worship his grave."

When the middle-aged woman heard this, her eyes flashed and she looked at him and said, "Short Knife? Are you talking about the golden dragon short knife? Is your friend's surname Su?"

Zhang Haotian nodded quickly and said, "Yes, my friend is indeed surnamed Su, and he has given me the golden dragon short knife, so I will bring it in the suitcase. Sister, since you know this, is it Mr. Su's daughter?"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged woman gritted her teeth and stomped her feet and said, "Yes, I am his daughter Ou Tiemei. The short golden dragon knife made my father suffer and made him lose his life. Unexpectedly, the one with the surname Su was willing to give it to someone. Damn, it's really hateful."

Zhang Haotian felt a little surprised when he heard this and couldn't help asking: "How could the Golden Dragon Short Sword make Old Master Ou lose his life?"

Ou Tiemei's face turned dark and she said, "Although our Ou family has the ancestral sword-making technique, there are rules. We don't easily cast swords for others. My father has only cast six swords in his life, and he took them away ten years ago. But he didn't expect that the person surnamed Su would take a piece of peerless good iron, which made him happy and agreed to cast a knife for him."

Zhang Haotian still didn't understand and said, "What does Old Master Ou have to do with casting this golden dragon short sword?"

Ou Tiemei snorted and said, "Of course you laymen don't understand. Among the materials for making swords in the world, stones outside the sky are the best. Among all the stones outside the sky, only 30% of the ones containing iron are only 10% of the ones that can be refined into iron in the swords. But those who want to make peerless magic weapons are hard to come by. The ones surnamed Su brought such a stone outside the sky. Otherwise, how could my father cast a knife for him for two bottles of good wine?"

Zhang Haotian knew that the stone outside the sky she mentioned was a meteorite, and he had also read the relevant knowledge that some meteorites contain metals that are not found on the earth, but there are not many stones with metals, and it is difficult to refine them. He immediately understood and looked at Ou Tiemei and said, "Sister Ou, is it difficult for Old Master Ou to refine this stone outside the sky?"

Ou Tiemei's voice suddenly became louder and said, "Of course it's not easy. The stone from outside the sky that the surname Su brought was five kilograms, and there were a lot of impurities. In order to refine the essence iron, my father got up at 5 o'clock every morning and stayed in the iron room until late at night, refining the impurities bit by bit. It took him twenty months to get a kilogram of essence iron. However, because he was too tired, he had a problem with his lungs and coughed every day. However, he still insisted on killing the knife for a month, but because of the few iron, he could only get a short knife."

Zhang Haotian's face darkened and he said, "Old Master Ou died of lung disease in the end, right?"

Ou Tiemei nodded vigorously and said, "My father died of coughing up blood. Although our Ou family has the rule of passing on men but not women, he still wants to pass on sword-casting techniques to me. But my mother is not allowed to say that the weapons cast are used to kill people and will hurt Yinde. The Ou family has never been prosperous, and many of them have died of cough-up disease. This is the reason. She doesn't allow me to learn this anymore, and my descendants are not allowed to learn it. My father has no choice in the end."

When Zhang Haotian heard this, he sighed in his heart. The words that Ou Tiemei's mother said were naturally unreliable, but the sword-casting person roasted next to the flames every day, and his lung fire was burning. It was indeed easy to get occupational diseases. However, the Ou family's sword-casting technique has been lost, and it is helpless. He said at the moment: "Sister Ou, I want to go and worship Mr. Ou, I wonder if it is okay?"

Ou Tiemei hesitated for a while before nodding again: "Okay, come with me."

While speaking, he turned around and headed towards the courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Zhang Haotian and Xiaowei followed behind her.

Twenty minutes later, when I arrived outside the courtyard, I saw that the walls were made of bluestone, and moss had grown in some places. It was obvious that the courtyard had a long history.

The wooden door of the yard was not closed. When I walked in with Ou Tiemei, I only saw that it was a large house. The open space in the yard was about three or four hundred square meters. On the west side, there was a new tomb, but no monument was erected.

Ou Tiemei pointed to the grave and said, "This is my father's grave. My mother said that he was buried far away and lonely, so she buried it in the yard and could be with her every day. One day, she will be buried with my father for a hundred years, so there has not been a monument for the time being."

As I was talking, I saw an old lady with gray hair and gray hair in a dark blue coarse cloth clothes walking out of the main hall of the house. She looked very simple, with a little withered and weak appearance and her body seemed not very good.

Ou Tiemei walked over and whispered something about her mother, but the old lady's face soon became unhappy. She only glanced at Zhang Haotian, turned around and returned to the room.

Ou Tiemei turned around and said, "Two, sorry, my mother is still resentful to those named Su. I heard that you are his friends and don't want to see you."

Of course, Zhang Haotian could understand her mother's mood. Seeing that Ou Tiemei's skin was purple and black and her appearance was crude, but she had some cultivation in her words. She deserved to be the daughter of the master, she said, "Sister Ou, it doesn't matter. I will leave after paying homage to Mr. Ou and will not disturb the aunt."

After saying this, he walked to Mr. Ou's grave, opened the suitcase in his hand, and took out the three bottles of Laojiao bamboo leaf green. These three bottles of wine were all made of blue and white in Jingdezhen. The porcelain body was as bright as jade, and the plug was sealed with mud. This bottle alone was already valuable.

Putting three bottles of wine in front of Mr. Ou’s grave, Zhang Haotian bowed deeply three times, then sighed: “Mr. Ou, I originally wanted to find you to recast the treasure sword, but I didn’t want to meet you without any blessing. The famous sword-making technique of the Ou family has been lost since then. It’s a pity, it’s a pity. Although the golden dragon short sword was not cast by my younger generation, it is now my hand. I have nothing else to offer. I heard that you like to drink, so I will toast you these three bottles of wine.”

After saying that, he went to pick up the wine and lifted the mud one by one. In an instant, a fragrance came to his nose. There was both the smell of wine and the aroma of bamboo and orchids. Even those who don’t like drinking couldn’t help but breathe a few more times.

Zhang Haotian picked up a bottle of wine and poured it on Mr. Ou's grave. The wine was even more scented. You could smell it outside the yard. The wine was bought by Xiaowei. Of course, she knew the value. She felt that since this Ou was dead, it was no longer possible to ask him to make a sword. There was no need to bring this wine out again. What's more, it was really a waste of resources to pour it on his grave. However, she never talked too much about what Zhang Haotian wanted to do. She could only hold another bottle of wine for Zhang Haotian when he poured the wine.

Just when he was about to pour the second bottle, Ou Tiemei suddenly said, "Mr. Zhang, don't pour it. My father will definitely appreciate your feelings in the underworld. It cannot be wasted. This wine is excellent, green bamboo leaves, mellow but not dry, and is most suitable for the elderly to drink. My mother has a problem with blood vessels. The doctor asked her to drink some wine in moderation. This wine is just right."

Zhang Haotian nodded, and handed Xiaowei the remaining two bottles of wine to her. Ou Tiemei immediately took it into the house. When she came out again, her face was already more enthusiastic than before. She looked at him and said, "Mr. Zhang, we really don't dare to take it as a gift for you. Let's do this. It's almost time to have supper. Why not stay and have a simple meal before leaving."

In fact, Zhang Haotian also had this intention. Although the Ou family's sword-making technique has been lost, Ou Tiemei, with her father's ears and eyes, is undoubtedly well aware of this industry. Longquan is the hometown of sword-making, so why not take the opportunity to inquire about the news from her.

He immediately said, "Okay, Sister Ou, then I'll trouble you."

Listening to Zhang Haotian's agreement, Ou Tiemei came into the house and brought a stool, made a cup of tea, and let the two of them sit in the yard, so he went to the kitchen to work hard.

Zhang Haotian did not sit down, but looked around, but saw that there were two rows of houses and more than ten rooms in the yard. It was spacious in the countryside, but it seemed so deserted.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a place, but it was a separate house on the east side of the yard. Other houses in this yard were made of wooden beams, while the house was like a wall, using large bluestones.

With a thought, Zhang Haotian walked over and saw a window next to the stone house. There was a hole in the middle of the window. He looked over and saw that there was a large stove in the room, and there were iron hammers and iron clips and other objects on the ground. Naturally, it should be the Ou family’s sword-casting room. However, the stove inside was cold and dusty, and the four knots of spider webs were scattered. I don’t know how long it has been since I used it.

Not long after watching, Zhang Haotian returned to the yard and sat down to smoke, tea and chat with Xiaowei. Ou Tiemei's hands and feet were really neat. Not long after, she got the vegetables and placed them on a stone table in the yard. She also took out two bottles of Wuliangye.

Her mother still didn't come out of the house, so Ou Tiemei took the food first, brought the food into the house, and then came out to accompany them to have a meal.

This dish is a common double-cooked pork, bacon, cabbage stir-fried pork, and two plates of green vegetables. However, the best one is a large bowl of bacon, pork ribs soup, fresh and crispy bones, making people feel appetizing. Compared to restaurants outside, it has a unique flavor.

Zhang Haotian was not thinking about eating it. When he saw Ou Tiemei toasting his wine one by one, he was very masculine and seemed to have a good alcohol tolerance. He couldn't help but say, "Sister Ou, your husband should have children. Where are they? The yard is so big, but it is less popular."

When Ou Tiemei heard this, she did not answer him. She drank the wine in her hand in one gulp, poured a full glass, and then drank it again. Seeing this, Xiaowei knew that there must be some unspeakable reasons. She quickly touched Zhang Haotian's leg quietly. Of course, Zhang Haotian also understood that he would immediately pass, but said: "Sister Ou, I want to ask you something, I hope you will help me."

Ou Tiemei looked at him and said, "You want to ask me who else can cast a good sword, right?"

At this time, Zhang Haotian already felt that she was a person who was clumsy on the outside and looked beautiful on the inside. He nodded and said, "Yes, I have practiced a very special sword technique. It is heavy and powerful, but it also requires some resilience to use the opponent's strength to rebound, so he also needs a special sword. I would like to ask you, in your area, who else can cast such a sword besides the Ou family?"

Ou Tiemei shook her head and said, "It must be strong and strong, but also elastic. I have never heard of such a knife. Even if you travel all over Longquan, I am afraid that you will not be able to find someone to build such weapons for you."

As soon as these words came to your ears, Zhang Haotian felt a chill and said, "Is there really no way?"

Ou Tiemei shook her head again and said to him: "Mr. Zhang, I think you are a good person, so tell you the truth. A sword or sword is not the sword-casting master, but the material for the sword-casting. Just like a person who is not good at his own talent, no matter how good the background or how good the teacher he hires, he will eventually achieve nothing. My ancestor Ou Zhizi was determined to make the sharpest sword in the world, but such a sword requires three things, namely Tieying, Hanquan, Liangshi, Tieying as the material, Hanquan washing and quenching, Liangshi grinding, Tieying and Liangshi can still be seen, but Hanquan is the most difficult to find, and I have never heard of three things being born in the same place, so he has never

There was a sword that satisfies him. Later, the King of Chu Tuba asked Feng Huzi to come to Yuedi to find his ancestors and asked him to cast a sharp sword. The ancestors had received the support of the King of Chu and traveled around the world. After five years, they found seven wells under two thousand-year-old pine trees at the foot of Qinxi Mountain here, arranged like a Beidou, as clear as glass, and cold and cold into the bone marrow. It was the best cold spring, so they dug the pond to store water and formed a sword pool. Here, three swords were made: the first one was called 'Longyuan'. Later, because they wanted to avoid the name of Li Yuan, the Emperor Gaozu of Tang, and later Tai'a sword, Gongbu sword, Zhanlu sword, Chunjun sword, Shengxie sword, Yuyan sword, and Juque sword all came from here."

Speaking of this, she paused and said, "A true good sword not only needs to cut iron like mud, the sword blade does not roll, but also needs to be combined with hardness and softness. Some can even be wrapped around the waist, but it will be straightened immediately after it is separated from the waist. Now the materials for casting such good swords are becoming more and more rare, let alone if you want to cast a knife, the knife is several times thicker than the sword, and it is more resilient, so it is not easy."

At this moment, Zhang Haotian suddenly felt a stir in his heart and said, "Sister Ou, do you think that if you melt the golden dragon short sword and add other good iron, can you cast a treasure sword?"

When Ou Tiemei heard this, her face changed and she immediately said loudly: "Why do you need to melt the knife? That's my father's hard work. You can't destroy it."

Seeing that Ou Tiemei's reaction was so intense, Zhang Haotian did not argue with her much, and immediately avoided the topic and just drank with her.

Without a moment of speculation, the dinner ended. As the sky was already dusk, Zhang Haotian planned to go to Longquan City first and slowly inquire about the masters who made swords. I believe there will always be something to gain, but the idea of ​​melting the golden dragon short sword and making another sword just now lingered in his mind.

So he handed a look to Xiaowei, then stood up and said to Ou Tiemei: "Sister Ou, it's not too late, let's say goodbye first, thank you for your reception tonight."

Seeing Ou Tiemei nodding and not trying to keep her, the two turned around and left. They had just walked five or six steps, but listened to her saying, "Mr. Zhang, wait."
Chapter completed!