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Chapter 158 Please watch the sword
Early in the morning, the morning market spontaneously formed in this sword shop should have been extremely lively.

Today, the atmosphere is strangely deserted.

However, there were quite a few people who came, and there were also many new faces in the sword shop.

Xie Lingjiang, Shen Xisheng, Yan Liulang and other uninvited guests.

Liu Zian, Liu Zilin and others from the Liu family.

They were all standing in front of an ordinary breakfast shop.

The former looked curiously at the old and the young at the greasy dining tables in front of them.

The latter stood behind, Liu Zian's face was silent, and Liu Zilin's eyes were serious.

At the dining table, the young county magistrate sat face to face with the old craftsman, and the young county magistrate smiled and greeted the back kitchen.

After a while, the smiling and cautious cook put a dishcloth on her hands and brought a bowl of steaming noodle soup to the table.

"Sir, please take it slow."

The young county magistrate stretched out his hand for chopsticks, turned his head and said with a smile:

"May I ask if this is Sister Cheng? Ah Qing and I mentioned you, and said that I have been working in the breakfast shop for the past two years. Thanks to your care, she had something to do at home a few days ago, so she left without saying goodbye. I am very sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, sister Ah Qing is fine, I didn't see anyone a few days ago, and the sisters are a little worried about her, as long as she lives well outside."

Sister Cheng's smile widened, she wiped her hands on her apron, glanced at the noodle soup that was hurriedly served, and asked, "Do you want some chopped green onion, sir?"

It touches a warm-hearted, but also not outside.

And someone who came to Liu's house early in the morning to give her warmth was more warm-hearted than her.

"Scallions? This must be arranged." Ouyang Rong laughed at Yan Yan.

Sister Cheng hurried to the back kitchen, scooped up a spoonful of chopped green onions and returned, shaking them into the bowl.

Ouyang Rong skillfully mixed the green onion noodle soup, smiled, and looked away from the back of Sister Cheng who was leaving happily, and said to the silent old craftsman opposite:

"My surname is Wu? You have a famous name."

The old swordsmith shook his head.

I don't know whether to answer or ignore it, I lowered my head and continued to eat noodles.

Ouyang Rong took a few glances at the old man's messy beard and fingers that looked like burnt yellow dead wood.

They were dressed similarly to the old craftsmen he had seen along the way when he led people into the sword shop.

Ouyang Rong smiled, raised his palm, and hooked it to the back of his shoulder. He lowered his head, drank soup and grilled noodles.

Boom-!
Accompanied by a soft sound.

There is one more thing beside the pot of rice wine on the table.

It was Xie Lingjiang who stepped forward and placed a simple long sword with a scabbard horizontally on the dining table.

The old swordsmith raised his bark-like eyelids.

Ouyang Rong asked without raising his head:
"Excuse me, is this made by Mr. Wu? I heard from my junior sister that this is a good sword, even a Qi practitioner would covet it."

The old swordsmith bowed his head to eat noodles, and remained silent for a long time.

The two brothers Liu Zian and Liu Zilin, who were still wearing filial piety clothes, saw the familiar long sword that seemed to be called "Moon Mother" on the table, and their expressions changed slightly to varying degrees.

Xie Lingjiang looked at the two of them coldly.

At the table, the old swordsmith raised his head and drank the green onion noodle soup. Before he put down the bowl and got up, he suddenly spoke.

"You gave her that paper-folded blue butterfly flower?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and it was a little rusty.

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly ask this question, so he nodded and said, "It's a birthday present for her."

The old swordsmith turned his head, and as usual, dropped a few copper coins on the table, got up and left.

The wine jar on the table was not taken, nor was the long sword taken.

Yan Liulang and the others supported their sabers and took a step forward silently.

The young county magistrate who was still lowering his head and slowly drinking the soup at the table raised his hand and waved it slightly behind him.

Yan Liulang and other arresters moved sideways to clear the way, and the old swordsmith passed through the crowd with his hands behind his back, leaving Zaoji.

Xie Lingjiang and the others watched the old man's back go away, and then looked back curiously at the back of Ouyang Rong who was continuing to eat noodles at the table.

Ouyang Rong raised his head to drink up the noodle soup, and there was a soft "bang", which seemed very loud in the quiet breakfast shop.

He also put down the bowl and placed a few copper plates on the table.

He got up silently again, picked up the flagon and the long sword.

The young county magistrate also passed in front of the crowd gathered in front of the breakfast shop, following the direction in which the old swordsmith left.

The old and the young didn't speak a word the whole time.

The audience was surprisingly quiet.

Immediately, no matter it was Xie Lingjiang, Shen Xisheng, Yan Liulang and other companions who came together, as well as Liu Zian, Liu Zilin and other Liu family members, they all subconsciously followed behind Ouyang Rong.

Liu Zian glanced at Ouyang Rong's back, and somewhere on Xiaogu Mountain in the distance.

With a complex expression on his face, he wanted to step forward to approach Ouyang Rong, but was stopped by Xie Lingjiang.

Xie Lingjiang's eyes were cold.

Liu Zi'an stopped and laughed, and Liu Zilin's forehead was sweating.

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to care about the movement behind him, and continued to move forward, following the old swordsmith.

And the old swordsmith did not stop the visitor behind him at all.

Ever since, such a strange scene appeared on the road from Zaoji to the halfway up Xiaogu Mountain.

The old swordsmith walked in the front.

Ouyang Rong followed behind.

And further behind are other people.

The surprisingly quiet group arrived in front of an old sword furnace on the hillside of Xiaogu Mountain.

The old swordsmith entered the sword furnace.

Ouyang Rong and the others looked up curiously at the seemingly abandoned sword furnace, and immediately followed inside.

Inside the sword furnace.

Yan Liulang looked around, and it seemed to be the same as the other sword furnaces he had led people to search before.

It just looks messier and more outdated.

The once black smoke smoked the bricks and tiles on the ceiling in the sword furnace to blackness.

Besides.

Only one person and one furnace.

The old swordsmith was lying on a rocking chair, behind him was an unlit sword-forging furnace.

The old swordsmith took out a piece of blue origami from the cabinet at hand, and handed it back to Ouyang Rong who was looking around the house.

"What is this?"

Ouyang Rong took the blue origami paper, looked down, and couldn't help asking a question.

Of course he knew the blue butterfly flower he folded by hand before, and it was not surprising that the old swordsmith brought him here to get the blue butterfly flower back by default.

The only surprise is that the graphics on the blue origami paper have changed.

It is no longer the pansy flower that he made with blue Pythagorean paper pieces before, these blue Pythagorean paper pieces seem to be taken down and reassembled into a new figure.

弧。

Or camber.

on blue origami.

It is a strange arc.

Indescribable curved surface.

Just as Ouyang Rong frowned slightly and looked carefully, the old swordsmith stared at him for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Is this paper art called iris folding?"

Ouyang Rong was startled, glanced at him, and nodded:
"Ah Qing and you said that? That's right, it was the iris folded, and now... the old man, you folded it again? Well, you can infer other things from one instance..."

The old swordsmith didn't reply, and looked at the blue curved surface he had reassembled these days.

Ouyang Rong's eyes also continue to be attracted by new origami patterns.

Folding iris is actually not a profound paper art.

It's more like a simple math geometry problem.

It is nothing more than using basic geometric figures, such as small pieces of paper called Pythagorean shapes in this world, but actually triangles, to realize arcs or curved surfaces.

Previously, Ouyang Rong used this paper art to splice the petals of the blue pansies.

But right now, the old man in front of him is after dismantling his original blue butterfly flower.

Simply use the iris folding that he learned, and splice all the small pieces of Pythagorean paper into a curved surface.

If it is said that he used small pieces of paper to put together a whole butterfly flower.

But now, what the old man put together with small pieces of paper is a single "petal" on the butterfly flower.

The curved surface of this "butterfly petal" is very pure.

It is different from any natural arc between heaven and earth.

It is different from the curved surface of the bright moon in the sky, the leaves on the ground, the light fish swimming in the water, or the woman with a jade body lying on the bed.

It is realized entirely by basic triangles.

Ouyang Rong thinks it looks a little beautiful, a kind of pure mathematical and geometric beauty.

It's just that in this world, only he, a "outsider", knows how to appreciate its beauty, etc. It's not right, it seems to be made by the old craftsman in front of him.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glanced at the calm face of the old swordsmith, nodded and said:
"it's beautiful."

Hearing this, the corner of the old swordsmith's mouth, who had been calm all this time, showed a slight curvature, which should be a smile.

Like a cycad blooming.

At the end of the crowd, Liu Zian and Liu Zilin, who were vaguely surrounded by Yan Liulang and others, looked at each other.

The two brothers seem to have never seen the old swordsmith's smile since they met him, so today they saw a ghost?
Ouyang Rong continued to look down for a while, touched his fingertips, put down the blue origami in his hand, and asked:

"The old man wants to ask me to return it to Ah Qing."

The old swordsmith restrained his expression and nodded slightly.

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"No need, I folded another one for Ah Qing last time, and Ah Qing said that I gave this to the old man, so I don't need to return it to him."

As he spoke, he handed back the blue origami to the old swordsmith, who took it back without refusing.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up.

at last.

After silently looking at the sword furnace for a while, he pointed to the sword furnace with the iron gate closed behind the old swordsmith.

Ouyang Rong asked:

"Old sir, what's in here."

The audience suddenly fell silent.

The eyes of Shen Xisheng, Xie Lingjiang, Yan Liulang and others all fell on the quiet sword casting furnace.

Liu Zian couldn't help persuading:
"Master County Magistrate, this sword furnace has not been lit, and it has been out of service for a long time. Mr. Wu is an old man in the sword shop. When he was young, this furnace has not stopped working. He has deep feelings, so he just guards the furnace here. ..."

"Open it."

Ouyang Rong ignored him, without squinting, and said softly.

Liu Zian's breathing suddenly became thicker, suppressed his face, and forced a smile:

"Didn't the county magistrate come to look for the missing female worker? It's impossible to get lost in the furnace..."

"What if someone kills someone and burns his body?"

Yan Liulang added a sentence coldly, choking Liu Zi'an for a moment, but the next second, the scene in front of him made the pupils of the second head of the Liu family shrink sharply.

I saw it under the gaze of Ouyang Rong's calm eyes.

The old swordsmith turned around calmly, walked to the sword casting furnace, reached out and opened the round iron door of the sword casting furnace...

In the sword-forging furnace,

Empty.

Everyone was startled.

　Hold back the toothache, this chapter is a bit short, set a flag, and an update will be added around [-] o'clock in the evening!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)