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Chapter 159 There is a sword in the furnace, straight and straight

Gu Yue Jian Shop was shrouded in some kind of cloud all morning, and the panic atmosphere finally eased.

At the gate of the Guyue sword shop, the craftsmen of the sword shop couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the figures of the young county magistrate and other people from the county government go away.

Inside and outside an old sword furnace on the hillside of Xiaogu Mountain, the original tense atmosphere dissipated, a group of people disappeared, and the tranquility of the past was restored.

In the sword furnace room.

Only the lonely figure of the old swordsmith and an empty sword-forging furnace with no fire left remained.

Besides.

There was a piece of blue origami left on the table.

There is an arc made of pure Pythagorean shapes on the paper.

This "arc" looks like a circle but not a circle, like a blade but not a blade.

Inside the empty sword furnace room.

The old swordsmith sat at the table.

His face was silent.

Ten scorched withered fingers dismantled the "arc" on the blue origami piece by piece.

Put it together again.

The old swordsmith was skilled in his movements.

As if this has been done thousands of times.

No less than the ingenuity of the female tassel workers who weave sword tassels in the breakfast shop.

"Teacher, the top swordsmith must have the top aesthetic."

He remembered the master had said so.

The old swordsmith agreed with this sentence.

But I don't agree with the master's aesthetics.

His seniors in the sect used to have an almost morbid paranoia about straight lines.

The straight line is also the most used element of swords in the world.

But in the eyes of the old swordsmith, a straight line is rigid and rude, rigid and rigid.

In his mind, the sensation produced by the straight line is like watching a swiftly homing swallow crash to death on the blue-black eaves.

Flesh was bloody, feathers were splashed, and the whole world around him began to turn bad.

The old swordsmith hated straight lines.

The curve is the opposite of the straight line, it is feminine and changeable.

Just like the rice wine he poured down his throat, it has ever-changing shapes and warms the stomach of the drinker.

However, in the eyes of the master and the others, apart from the pair of sun and moon above the head, the most beautiful curves in the world are nothing more than a woman's breasts and buttocks.

This is a small path, and it is difficult to enter the elegant hall.

The difference between aesthetics and swordsmithing concepts is also the reason why the old swordsmith left his school at the beginning.

So he didn't feel much regret at the master's tragic death.

It's just that I added two jugs of wine jugs at hand in the dead of night.

Later, the old swordsmith also found out belatedly.

Everything in this world is not necessarily right and wrong, black and white.

For example, isn't he forging a sword for the enemy who killed his master right now?
In front of the old table, the old swordsmith bowed his head and whispered:

"The old guy is right, the curve is too soft, it is difficult to hide the spirit of the sword.

"But a straight line is too rigid, too rigid is easy to break, and too soft is flabby.

"So I want to find an 'arc', an 'arc'...

"Between curved and straight..."

The arc is like an iron bar, with a little force on both ends, an arc will appear in the middle.

But it resisted with all its strength, ready to return to a straight line at any time.

It is tense.

"Heh, there are Confucian sages who say that you should distinguish right from wrong, but I don't think so."

The old swordsmith laughed suddenly.

"Let people who come later, use this indistinguishable sword, to break the indistinguishable matter."

The old swordsmith who quietly origami in the room, between his ten fingers, an "arc" is gradually taking shape.

At a certain moment, he seemed to think of the words of that young man not long ago. The old man showed appreciation and sighed with emotion:
"It's so beautiful..."

But right now.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the sword furnace.

It's Liu Zian.

After finally seeing off the young county magistrate and other uninvited guests respectfully, he was hurrying back to the middle of the mountain.

With a sound of "squeak", the door of the sword furnace room was pushed open, Liu Zian walked in with a gloomy expression, pointed at the sword furnace, and asked with a frown:

"What's the matter, where is the sword! Haven't you been making swords all these years?! Where's the sword?"

Just now when the old swordsmith opened the sword-forging furnace in public, everyone couldn't help being stunned, even Liu Zian was suddenly startled, full of suspicion.

Carefully sending Ouyang Rong away, and hastily dismissing Liu Zilin and other followers, he hurried back to Jianlu alone to ask for an explanation.

The old swordsmith was expressionless and pretended not to pay attention.

Hands on blue origami.

The "arc" takes shape again.

In front of the frowning Liu Ziwen.

The old swordsmith grabbed the "arc", stood up with a hunched body, turned his head and walked to the empty sword casting furnace behind.

He dropped it in.

There was no fire in the furnace.

But the "arc" of this origami has just entered.

Then it disappeared.

There was a "clang".

The round iron door of the sword casting furnace was tightly closed again.

In front of the furnace, the old swordsmith turned his head silently, his eyelids drooping, like a tiger in his twilight years, and he still had some prestige.

"You question the old man?"

Liu Zian looked at the weird scene of "disappearing ashes and smoke" just now, and immediately, he smiled and waved his hands:

"How dare you question the old gentleman, but the sword shop was forcibly broken into by outsiders early in the morning, and disturbed by the old gentleman making swords... I am a little impulsive.

"However, the old man is still amazing. This sword-making technique is so ingenious. Ouyang Lianghan and Xie Lingjiang didn't see the clues. Haha, even I was confused."

Liu Zian spoke quickly, but the old swordsmith didn't speak, and the atmosphere was still a bit awkward.

Liu Zian tentatively said:

"So, old man, this sword is still tempered in the sword-forging furnace? Is there some kind of profound trick?"

The old swordsmith looked calm and glanced at him, his tone seemed curious:

"Who said swords have to be forged in a furnace?"

"Where is it tempered?"

The old swordsmith turned his head and looked at the endlessly flowing Butterfly Creek at the foot of the mountain outside the door, and said a nonsense as if for no reason:
"Wherever you can make a sword, it will appear there. Who said that you must use a sword furnace to make a sword."

Liu Zian was choked and speechless.

The old swordsmith turned his head and asked suddenly: "Is Liu Ziwen dead?"

Liu Zian was silent for a while, then nodded.

The old swordsmith seemed to know something a long time ago, and his face was not surprised.

He also showed no regrets about the death of the Young Patriarch of the Liu family whom he had known and dealt with for more than ten years.

Instead, a trace of sarcasm flashed faintly in the eyes of the old man, but it disappeared quickly.

Liu Zian asked a little restlessly, "What if Wei Shi finds out?"

The old swordsmith sneered: "I've already done it, and now I'm afraid that Wei Shi will know?"

Liu Zian frowned and looked at the old man:
"Don't forget, it's not just my subordinate's business, it's also yours' business. Let's think about how to deal with the person Wei Shi sent to fetch the sword. With Wei Shi's strength, there might be someone with a very high rank. Qi practitioners come..."

The old swordsmith didn't answer, his face was as usual.

So the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Liu Zian, who was wandering back and forth in the room in deep thought, suddenly raised his head and asked first:
"When will this sword be ready?"

The old swordsmith responded coldly:

"The old man would like to ask you, what is the reason for the fluctuation of the water level of Butterfly Creek in the past two days? Is it agreed to remain the same?

"Since the new county magistrate came, your Liu family has not done anything to satisfy the old man."

Liu Zian opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't make any excuses, and said bitterly:

"On the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, Ouyang Lianghan asked people to open the Zhayi Canal, and the river water backflowed, which had some impact on the water level of Butterfly Creek.

"In addition, the last flood of Yunmeng Lake at the end of the rainy season has begun, which will also affect the water level of Butterfly Creek, but the Digong Gate should be able to withstand it, so the problem is not too big.

"Old man, what should we do now..."

Liu Zian was halfway through speaking when he noticed the cold gaze from the old man opposite him.

He paused, took a deep breath, and nodded:

"Understood, the Liu family will contribute another sum of money to help the county government deal with the Zheyi Canal as soon as possible, to see if the gap can be blocked, and the second phase of the Zheyi Canal can be reopened... There will be no more delays."

Liu Zian's face was a little pained, the Liu family had either been forced or took the initiative to invest too many resources in Zheyiqu's business.

The most outrageous thing is that after the Zhanyi Canal was completed, it was still the achievements of the enemy Ouyang Lianghan.

Liu Zian rubbed his face, let out a long breath, and stopped worrying about short-term gains and losses.

He continued: "As for the flood in the upper reaches of Yunmeng Lake...Ouyang Lianghan should be able to withstand it."

The old swordsmith sneered: "Heh, are you expecting others to push through again? Your Liu family should really thank you."

The corner of Liu Zian's mouth twitched, and he said for a long time:
"It's all about mutual fulfillment."

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and the old swordsmith turned around, making a gesture of driving away:
"Okay, let's go, the old man's success has been completed, and it is your Liu family who are delaying the completion of the sword, and are holding back.

"Go, go and block the Broken Wing Canal. When the water level of Butterfly Creek recovers, this sword will be born."

Liu Zian nodded solemnly.

The second patriarch of the Liu family who finally came to power was worried about Zhong Zhong's departure.

In the sword furnace room, only the old swordsmith was left, standing silently in front of the furnace.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet.

Until the old swordsmith, who lowered his eyes in thought, picked up a jar of rice wine left by a young magistrate on the table before he left.

He opened the lid, raised his head, and took a sip.

He turned his head suddenly, and asked the sword casting furnace with its door closed:
"You like the air on him very much?"

In the empty room, the old man stared at the air in front of him intently, as if he could see something that ordinary people could not see with naked eyes.

As if talking to himself:

"Little guy, don't steal it anymore, if you take another sip just now, you will be discovered by that Xie's daughter.

"This girl is also guarding the spirit of her senior brother all the time, heh, don't be found out that you are fighting her for food."

The old swordsmith smiled with rare wrinkles on his haggard face.

The old man waved his hand gently to the front, as if greeting a child.

"Go, little one, to Butterfly Creek.

"Hey, what a greedy mouth, the hydrology and luck that has leaked from the huge Yunmengze upstream for more than ten years is not enough for you.

"Be careful, don't be caught by the Wuyue female cultivators in the Female Monarch Palace.

"Although, the master's sect and Donglin Temple seem to owe them a tripod sword.

"By the way, how should I pay off this old debt..."

　(PS: It's over, I can't hold it anymore, brothers, Xiaorong sleeps for a while and wakes up...it should be gone in the early morning, and I'm going to sleep until morning...)
　　A friend recommends a new light novel book Seedling "I and the Doll Girl of Zhiniao Island"

　　
　
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