The rise of Tianzhu of Daqin

Chapter 155 Melt it

No one cares about it for 100 years, and the cave is covered with thick dust, but for warriors, as long as they are a little prepared, the dust will not get on them.

Yingxuan didn't know how the Wang brothers had the face to say that the dust was too big, so if they cleaned it up first, it would be embarrassing to have such subordinates.

Going deeper into the cave, Ying Xuan faintly felt the sultry feeling in the air, but there was a trace of coolness in it, so Ying Xuan couldn't help speeding up his pace, and quickly approached the Sword Forging Pond.

The space inside is unique, it becomes more empty, and there is a feeling of enlightenment.

"There are so many wonders in the world, this sword-forging pool is really amazing!"

In the center of the cave, there is a bottomless pool of cold spring, clear and cold, and between breaths, there is only white air.

Beside it is actually a pool of flowing magma, gurgling, sometimes calm, sometimes flowing. Standing beside the tan, I feel that the air has also become heavy.

In the middle of the cold tan and the fire pool is a path several meters wide, with a few sword-making furnaces scattered here and there. No one has opened the furnace to cast swords for 100 years, and it has been covered with thick dust.

"This place has the good fortune of heaven and earth, with both yin and yang, it really opened my eyes to the result!" Song Gushan exclaimed again and again.

Just as Ying Xuan and Song Gu were talking, other people came in one after another, and the empty cave suddenly became lively.

Uncle Jianchi saw Zhujianchi again after 100 years, Hantan and Huochi were intact, and tears filled his eyes. At this time, he could not care about Yingxuan and others, and excitedly rushed to Zhujianchi in the middle of Hantan Huochi. Sword furnace.

Regardless of the dust staining his clothes, he wiped off the dust on the sword casting furnace with his wide sleeves, squinted his eyes, and checked.

"It's the same as before, nothing has changed! God bless my Sword Pool! I'm willing to die if I can re-enter the Sword Forging Pool."

Yingxuan couldn't help but look high at Junior Uncle Jianchi, this person is a moderate person, his ears are too soft, but he is also a person who attaches great importance to love and sex.

"Congratulations to both of you, the day of Dongyue Sword Pool's revival is just around the corner."

Ying Xuan looked back at the sword master and Song Gushan, and became polite.

Song Gushan's eyes lit up. Yingxuan's words were a tacit consent to the rise of Dongyue Jianchi, which meant that Yingxuan had no malice towards Dongyue Jianchi. Be faithful.

"Cheng Houye said auspiciously, now that the sword casting pool has been restarted, if Hou Ye needs to forge swords in the future, Dongyue Jianchi will definitely be terrified."

What Song Gushan said was too explicit, not only Ying Xuan understood, but also other people in the cave understood.

Some people secretly scolded Song Gushan for being spineless and willing to be a lackey of the empire;

"Patriarch Song has a heart. The loyal Benhou of Dongyue Jianchi can see it, and His Majesty the First Emperor can also see it." Ying Xuan nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Song Gushan with a smile.

He said this not only to Song Gushan, but also to all the hermit clans. Since loyalty can be seen, what cannot be seen is ambition. If there is no ambition for the empire, the attitude of the empire is clear at a glance.

"Damn it, Li Zi is so rampant that he doesn't pay attention to the family members of my family at all."

"Song Gushan, huh! A person who tends to power, unfortunately, Jianchi is not his final decision!"

As for everyone's thoughts, Ying Xuan could more or less guess a thing or two, but he didn't tell the truth. To put it bluntly, everyone was embarrassed.

"Patriarch Song, you invited your seniors here. The Sword Forging Competition is a happy event in Dongyue Jianchi. Crying and crying is not auspicious."

"promise!"

Song Gushan was determined to hug the thigh of the empire, without the slightest hesitation, he talked and lied, and brought back Jianzong's junior uncle.

"The old man wept with joy, making everyone laugh."

Junior Martial Uncle Jian Zong said awkwardly, he was too happy just now, crying in front of others really hurt Junior Martial Uncle Jianchi's coercion.

"It's okay, it's human nature." Yingxuan exited to rescue the little master of Jianzong, and then asked: "Then, can the sword casting competition start?"

"Naturally, the old man checked it just now, and the sword-forging furnace is intact, and it can be opened to cast swords at any time."

Uncle Jian Zong said: "It's just that there are only eight sword casting furnaces in this sword casting pool, and there are dozens of swordsmiths present, Lord Hou, look...?"

"You are all swordsmiths. I'm afraid you know which one is better. You recommend seven swordsmiths together. After the seven swordsmiths are finished, the others will replace them."

Ying Xuan didn't let others question him, so he decided the order of the sword casting.

"The empire also needs a sword casting furnace to make swords. If you have no objections, let's make it so!"

The swordsmiths were silent for a moment, some took a few steps back, some felt that their strength was not as good as others, and some decided to wait and see before making swords.

Soon the candidates for the first round of sword casting came out. In addition to Tie Lao, Zongchi's junior martial uncle, and the sword master, two elders who were disciples of Jianchi, and three others were also quite famous casting swordsmen in the land of Wuyue. sword master.

After the candidates were selected, I saw that the elites of the hidden world took action one after another. They had already discussed with the swordsmith. They produced the materials for swordcasting, paid the swordsmith a certain amount of remuneration, and the sword they forged belonged to them.

Everyone retreated one after another, chose a good place, and waited eagerly. Even if they couldn't get the famous sword, if they could watch the birth of the famous sword, it would be a great joy in life.

The swordsmiths selected their own sword-forging furnaces and opened the furnaces to ignite the fire, making the temperature in the cave even hotter.

"Mr. Gai Nie really doesn't intend to recast Yuanhong?" Ying Xuan walked to Gai Nie and asked again.

"Need not!"

"That's a pity. Wooden swords and copper swords are all swords, but in my opinion, the gentleman holding Yuanhong is the strongest sword master."

Ying Xuan sighed, once in the Palace of King Qin, the figure holding Yuanhong was the object of his admiration and admiration, but the world is impermanent, so it doesn't matter if you don't talk about it.

"Bring something!"

Ying Xuan stretched out his hand, and Wang Bolong quickly untied a wooden box wrapped in cloth from his body, and handed it to Ying Xuan respectfully.

Everyone turned their attention to Yingxuan and the wooden box curiously, wondering what was in the wooden box.

"It should be the divine stone and iron for the sword. You see, the swordsmith in the empire has already started a fire, but he didn't do anything. He is obviously waiting for the material for the sword." A swordsmith analyzed.

"I don't know what kind of material the empire will use to forge swords. Dongyue Jianchi took out hundreds of years of accumulation of swordsmiths, Tianshan prepared ten thousand years of cold iron, and Yinshan brought Devil's Cry Stone. These are all If the empire can't produce good materials for a peerless and rare item, I'm afraid it will be given to Wu Yue Swordsmith."

"I, Wu Yue, are the number one swordsmith in the world. It's no shame to lose to us."

Yingxuan turned a deaf ear to the talk of the swordsmith and the hermit family, and walked up to Tie Lao with the wooden box, and solemnly handed the wooden box into Tie Lao's hands.

"Molten it!"

"I'll do my best," Tie Lao said solemnly, "The gods are made by nature, and the extraordinary power can be shaken. I can't guarantee success."

"This Marquis knows, try it with all your strength!"

Ying Xuan stood beside Tie Lao, without any intention of leaving. In the hot and stuffy air, he stood quietly beside the fire pool like a sculpture.

"From his tone, it doesn't seem like he's here to forge swords?" Ji Fu asked Feishuang suspiciously, "Sister Feishuang, do you know what's in that wooden box?"

"You have been with me every day these days. If you don't know, I naturally have no way of knowing." Wenren Feishuang replied: "Keep watching, after all, we want to reveal the true face of Mount Lu."

When Tie Lao untied the cloth, opened the wooden box, and took out the contents, everyone gasped, and even the swordsmith who had already started casting swords stopped their movements, dumbfounded.

"Is Marquis Changge Wu crazy?"

"Bastard!"

"It's no wonder he needs an imperial weaponsmith. Apart from the people of the empire, I'm afraid no swordsmith is willing to take on his job."

"It's crazy, Sister Feishuang! Are all the Marquis of the Empire so grand?"

Ji Fu's eyes widened, and she said with a painful face: "If you don't want it, you can give it to me, why melt it?"

"Think twice, Lord Hou! Such a fetish, cannot be regained!"

A swordsmith raised his voice and rushed to Yingxuan, wanting to snatch it, but was kicked away by Yingxuan.

"Anyone who comes one step closer to this place will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as Yingxuan gave an order, the commander of the Kuaiji garrison swung Ge, stabbed and dragged the swordsmith who had been kicked away by Yingxuan before, and dragged him out.

"Monster!"

A swordsmith cursed in grief and indignation, but the lesson from the past is right in front of him, and no one dares to take a step forward.

"Molten!"

(End of this chapter)