Dingding, Dingdang!

In the hot and unbearable secret room, countless craftsmen took turns to sledgehammers and pushed bellows, busy creating various weapons and equipment.

Ye Qingxuan followed her father-in-law's steps and followed slowly.

Craftsmanship.

The best blacksmiths, the best materials, and the most talents in the Northern Dynasties were all here.

Especially here is a world-famous sword-making master - Ouyang Shuo.

The most famous sword-making masters in the world are the five great sword-making masters, Yelu Yahai of the Northern Di, Zhangqiu Taiyan of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Murong Zhuhai of the Murong family, the sword-making old man in Zangfeng Valley, and this first-class sword-making master Ouyang Shuo.

Ouyang Shuo is the least famous of the five major sword-casting masters, because he can do nothing except for sword-casting, like nothing, and do nothing...

Fortunately, he still followed the imperial decree, so Ye Qingxuan didn't have to ask Huangfu Taixin for help.

Before he could walk far, Ye Qingxuan saw a group of big men sweating profusely, beating the ground.

The strong man in the lead was extremely tall and had a very tall figure. He only wore an apron on his upper body, revealing his muscled backbone. Because he was roasted by charcoal fire for many years, his skin was not only dark and shiny, but also covered with various burn scars.

This is a focused rash man. Even if the celebrity in front of the emperor Fu, the other party did not raise his head.

Dang!

A slightly formed knife blank was thrown in front of the two.

The big man finally turned around, looked at Ye Qingxuan, and asked, "Is this what you want?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded, looking at the knife blank that was supposed to be burned red, but it was shining with a strange green light at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Don't worry, I used the Divine Crystal Iron."

Ouyang Shuo grabbed a large handful of strange beast crystal cores and threw them into the red charcoal fire. Then he put the knife blank into the fire. The fierce fire soaring into the sky kept melting the knife blank.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but nod.

Eunuch Fu looked at Ye Qingxuan with a smile and asked, "Originally, weren't you going to create an embroidered spring knife? Why did you suddenly change your style?"

Before Ye Qingxuan could answer, Ouyang Shuo had already replied in a deep voice: "That's because this knife is better."

Taking the knife blank out of the furnace, Ouyang Shuo respectfully placed it in front of him as if holding a holy object, and sighed: "I can be completely satisfied with the shape you want, but I didn't expect that this knife would be so... magical."

The green light is bright, like a crescent moon.

"If I have time, I can turn it into a magic weapon!" Ouyang Shuo said firmly.

"You don't have time." Ye Qingxuan sighed, "Although I don't want to, I'm very likely to use it tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Confirm." Ye Qingxuan was extremely firm.

Ouyang Shuo nodded, "Okay! Although time is tight, there are secret techniques that can quickly achieve the unity of human and swords."

"How to do it?" Ye Qingxuan asked in surprise.

choke!

The knife blank was handed to Ye Qingxuan.

"Temper it with your blood!"

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When Ye Qingxuan appeared again, it was already two hours later.

His face was slightly pale because he had just released too much essence and blood.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Shuo actually used human blood to quench his knife, and used so much at once. Ye Qingxuan donated blood three times and was now a little dizzy.

but……

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly and stroked the knife on his waist. A feeling of blood connection arises naturally. He pulled it out of the blade, and everything in the world was not as charming as this knife—

The black scabbard and the curved hilt are like night and like demons; the green blades are like mountains and trees, like lake water in the eyes of lovers.

This is an invincible knife, this is a scary knife in the world, a scary knife that shocks the world... The curved sword body is also engraved with a poem - "Listen to the spring rain overnight in the small building."

Full moon scimitar.

Ye Qingxuan returned the knife and put it into the sheath, and his confidence that he had never had before lingered in his heart.

The world has become as thin as gauze over the years, who has made horse riding tourists to Beijing?

Listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty.

The short paper is walking in a slanted manner, and the fine breasts in the sunny window are playing with tea.

Don’t sigh with plain clothes, you can still get home in Qingming Festival.

...

Ye Qingxuan sang this song "Lin'an Spring Rain" by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty, but what flashed in his heart was the love tragedy between Qiu Xiaolou and Sun Chunyu.

Because of my own persistence, this poem is also engraved on the blade.

"Listen to the spring rain in a small building overnight."

With this poem, this knife can be regarded as a full moon scimitar.

Maybe tonight, it will usher in its first battle.

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Wen Suya never expected that just a few days after she left, the newly arrived Yuan Zhiruo died tragically in the room - the one she had at the time.

Now, the body has been buried and has been picked up by the Yuan family.

Even her family would not want to set up a temple for such a sudden death. They would just bury things in silence.

Such a thing is really shameful to another family who intends to become a great family.

Yan Suya sneered repeatedly. Thinking about the innocence that he was proud of entering a wealthy family and even controlling a wealthy family. Now, he thinks that these people know the best about human nature and the most sluggish. In their eyes, there are only interests and their own interests.

After returning in a simple and elegant way, he didn't even see Yuan Zhiruo for the last time. He felt sad. When he remembered what he said to her back then, he still heard a woman abandoned by a man. She endured the ridicule of the world sadly and silently guarded the love that could not be turned back. She wasted her youth day by day until she died tragically.

Could it be that way for my whole life?

Or do you follow the mercy of the master and become a chess piece of a transaction and marry into the wealthy family you hate the most now?

Zhao Qingting's face that made her hate flashed in front of her eyes. Feng Suya couldn't help but feel upset. She suddenly stood up and wanted to leave this sad building.

At this time, she saw someone coming in from outside—

"Shuai Tianfan".

"Entertainment, long time no see."

"Shuai Tianfan" smiled slightly, revealing her beautiful white teeth.

Feng Suya was stunned, snorted, and said, "I am not a special envoy now. But Brother Shuai... When did you know how to be so polite? Don't you call me 'Sister Ya'?"

Since the real Shuai Tianfan recognized Jiang Feiran, the special envoy of Lingyun Palace, he naturally had seen Fengyi Pavilion's special envoy, Fengsuya.

Almost caused trouble, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, and smiled awkwardly, and couldn't keep talking about him, covering up, "Sister Ya, don't you have any serious matters to look for you, brother?"

Yan Suya smiled faintly, her deep and dark eyes flashed with her watery bright light and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ye Qingxuan's face turned solemn and asked in a deep voice: "Have you ever seen Yuan Laizhou?"
Chapter completed!