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Chapter 222 The True Name Sword Art and the Vigorous Man

"What a lunatic!"

Inside the hut, Wei Shaoxuan was stunned for a long time, and cursed in a low voice.

He picked up the teacup and drank it up.

Even if the sixth son of the Wei family is very calm and calm, it is difficult to maintain calm and elegant.

The crazy emperor who has been buried in the dust and history and condemned by the historian is even more crazy than he imagined.

"Back then, the royal family of the Southern Dynasty forged a tripod sword. They had exhausted all the material resources of the southern kingdom and tried their best. Just follow the mad emperor and add another tripod sword to the Butterfly Creek sword furnace, casting two tripod swords at the same time?"

Wei Shaoxuan suddenly felt that compared with Suifeng Emperor, he and his father were too merciful, um, so is the current emperor.

It seems that everything must be compared.

Happiness comes from being uneven.

"It is said in the history books that the 'Emperor Wen' cast in the Northern Dynasties had almost exhausted the power of the country, and the world had just been unified. Now, the mad emperor is not busy appeasing his generals and winning the hearts of the people, but he is obsessed with refining qi. Casting a tripod and two swords, if this person does not perish, who will perish?"

Wei Shaoxuan sneered. In fact, he didn't think it was wrong to follow the mad emperor to scrape the common people. But the key point is that it's okay to be bad, but not stupid. It's too ugly to eat, and it's not elegant enough. Exploitation also needs elegance:

"Heh, a lunatic who is fishing for money."

Qiu Shenji nodded:

"The tripod sword that was stolen should have been unmade by the Southern Kingdom royal family. This sword, the Southern Kingdom royal family forged more than half of it, and the Mad Emperor should have given priority to casting it.

"It's just that it's unknown whether the sword has been forged before it was stolen.

"The descendant of my Qiu family, from the official to the general of chariots, once said that the mad emperor was furious that day, blocked the news, and executed many people involved in the incident, including many precious swordsmiths. The head rolled into the Butterfly Creek, dyeing the river red for half a month, and it was not washed away...

"This lunatic, why kill the swordsmith?" Wei Shaoxuan was curious.

"It seems that the swordsmith and the thief who stole the sword cooperated internally and externally, and the tripod sword was lost."

"Should the inside and outside be combined?"

Wei Shaoxuan showed some thoughtful expression on his face.

These secrets that have long been hidden in the dust of history are not even recorded in the secret treasury of the Wei Palace, and it is estimated that they have only been passed down orally from military families like the foster father.

"Father knows, whoever is a thief can dare to steal the sword of the Mad Emperor."

Qiu Shenji looked at him and shook his head:
"Don't think about it, Liulang. It's already happened nearly a hundred years ago. There are many Qi practitioners who know about this matter. The clues that can be found have been searched by smart people. I don't know if there is a cauldron that was made. The sword has long since disappeared, and no one knows who stole it.

"However, it must be a well-cultivated qi trainer. There are indeed quite a few qi trainers on the mountain that the Mad Emperor offended, not to mention those top qi trainers who once supported the southern royal family."

Speaking of this, Qiu Shenji glanced at the south direction outside the window, and there was a hidden world sect there.

Wei Shaoxuan nodded, sighed, and stopped asking.

He pondered:

"So, the embryo of the cauldron sword made by Liu Family Supervisor is the new cauldron that the Mad Emperor found after throwing away the sword?"

Qiu Shenji nodded slightly:
"When I read the history books back then, I also had doubts about why the Mad Emperor was so slow in forging the sword. Later, when I heard about this secret, I suddenly realized that something happened in the middle of the process."

Wei Shaoxuan was silent for a while, then suddenly broke into a smile, and whispered:

"Poor man who presses the gold thread every year and makes wedding clothes for others..."

He turned his head again, with emotion on his face:
"However, Yifu, just imagine if there hadn't been this incident of stealing the sword, with the mad emperor's qi training skills back then, and the large army with multiple tripod swords, even if all the heroes rise together, it is not certain who the world will end up with in the end.

"After all, one mouthful of 'Emperor Wen' has already frightened the heroes of the world at that time, and that Emperor Taizong Wen wanted to temporarily avoid the edge in the army...

"However, there are no ifs in the history of Qing Dynasty. In the end, ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, and Da Sui's fate and tripod sword all belong to Da Qian.

"'Emperor Wen' was also added the word 'Emperor Wen' by the Daqian Monarch, and the name was changed to 'Emperor Wen'... I guess it was a misfortune.

"By the way, foster father, have you ever seen that 'Emperor Wen' in the northern frontier army all year round? What does it look like?"

Qiu Shenji nodded slightly.

Hearing this, an awe-inspiring look flashed in his eyes.

That's right, Da Zhou, or Da Qian before that, also has a tripod sword.

Although Emperor Taizong Wen of Dagan prohibited future generations from casting tripod swords again, the swords that have been cast in history did not say that they were not allowed to be used.

The most famous tripod sword in the Great Zhou Dynasty, which inherited the Great Qian today, is the 'Emperor Wen'.

It's just that it's hard to find a swordsman who meets the "Qi Sheng condition" of this sword. At the same time, this thing is already an important weapon of the country, and it is not owned by a family. There is already a set of extremely mature official Qi practitioners surrounding its use. system.

When necessary, go up to kill Qi trainers who dare to offend the imperial power, and go down to borrow for the most elite battle formation of the surrounding army, sweeping thousands of troops and expanding the territory.

Even the Wei family, who has power over the government and the public, cannot embezzle it privately.

Qiu Shenji still remembers that day in Saibei, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was full of yellow sand. As far as he could see, the enemy cavalry was densely packed, like a black tide coming from the horizon, about to engulf the right wing of the army.

At a certain moment, a sword came from the east.

The originally rushing black tide was cut in half by a horizontal straight steel wire, just like cutting tofu.

Looking around, it was a straight line of death. Those who dared to cross half a point would have their upper and lower body separated, people turned on their backs, and even the passing sandstorm was broken in half.

More than ten years later, Qiu Shenji still remembered the fresh and strong smell of blood that was carried by the west wind, and at this moment his nose seemed to be able to smell it faintly.

It is called 'Emperor Wen', but it is not elegant at all to kill people, just like Emperor Taizong Wen, who was once invincible.

If Wei Shi could use a tripod sword to suppress the Yingzhou Rebellion not long ago, there would be no such mess!

Moreover, the Wei Palace is very suspicious that the chaos in Yingzhou is not only the rebellion of the soldiers, but also the secret assistance of Qi practitioners. It cannot be said that it has something to do with the opponent Xiangwang's forces... although there is no evidence for the time being.

Qiu Shenji was silent for a moment, then slightly nodded and said:
"The true appearance of 'Emperor Wen' is a bit special. For some reason, the swordsmiths who crafted Dao veins began to deviate from the routine after the 'poor scholar' in the Eastern Jin Dynasty finished casting. Ding is not Ding, I don't know how to describe it...

"However, Liu Lang will have a chance to see him soon. This time, he needs to borrow the rare sword art of 'Emperor Wen' to go back with his sword. The prince has arranged it for you. Go back and observe it... This is a lot of consumption in the palace. Few human resources, in exchange for opportunities."

The man with the box on his back said coldly:

"During this trip to Dragon City, there are two things that must be obtained. Apart from the main body of the cauldron sword, it is the real name of the cauldron sword. Only the swordsmith who forges the sword himself knows the real name, and it is also the most important thing.

"That's why I told Liu Lang not to offend that old gentleman for the time being."

"I know."

Wei Shaoxuan nodded lightly, as if he knew all of this already, he suddenly asked:
"Why is the righteous father so determined that he must use the sword formula to subdue this cauldron sword? What if I happen to be its close and vigorous person? I can cross..."

"Maybe."

Qiu Shenji said casually, and turned to look out the window.

Seeing the foster father's expression, the corners of Wei Shaoxuan's mouth twitched, his tone sounded perfunctory.

However, he felt that the foster father's reaction was normal. The foster father had always been cold and realistic, so how could he pin his hopes on the illusory and extremely low-probability identity of a vigorous person.

Or honestly use another set of safe methods that Qi practitioners have explored for thousands of years.

Wei Shaoxuan let out a long breath, got up and wandered around the house, whispering:

"What should the name of the old swordsmith come from? I remember that he seems to have a name. He called himself 'Wu Ming' or something."

Qiu Shenji shook his head: "It sounds like a pseudonym. Most swordsmiths are withdrawn and have weird temperaments."

Wei Shaoxuan smiled and said:

"I think so too, but the old gentleman's identity and experience are interesting.

"According to Liu Ziwen's disclosure at the beginning, before the Mei family was destroyed, this old gentleman was a named disciple of the Gu Yue Sword Shop, and he was exposed to some sword-making skills of the Mei family, but later, it seemed that there was a quarrel with the teachers of the Mei family. , It was a dispute of certain ideas, they broke up completely, left the school, and never returned-of course, it seems that this quarrel should be related to Dingjian.

"But foster father, the interesting part comes later."

Wei Shaoxuan clapped his folding fan, turned his head and said leisurely:
"More than ten years ago, Liu Ziwen set up a poisonous plan to exterminate the whole family of the Mei family who were determined not to follow. However, after all the secrets were kept, a child of the Mei family escaped from the tunnel with the embryo of the tripod sword. Liu Ziwen was in a hurry. There are huge rewards on the rivers and lakes, and they are wanted everywhere, but no one can be found for a long time, but foster father, then guess what happened?"

Qiu Shenji looked sideways slightly, and raised his eyebrows a little.

Wei Shaoxuan grinned and showed three white teeth, with a bright smile:

"Liu Ziwen didn't do anything. This old gentleman took the head of the fleeing Mei family disciple and the embryo of the tripod sword, and returned alone. He found Liu Ziwen to cooperate with him. He made a contract with three chapters, ignored ordinary things, and only cared about making swords. Liu Ziwen Seeing his sincerity, he agreed to cooperate.

"What an idiot for forging swords, what a bullying master and destroying ancestors, no wonder he is a nameless savage, the old man's personality is too good for me, I must see him well in the future!"

Wei Shaoxuan clapped his hands and laughed.

Qiu Shenji looked thoughtful.

……

Liu Zian and Boss Li left the hut together, and went straight down the mountain from the temple.

However, he did not immediately return to the Liu Family Mansion or the Guyue Sword Shop.

Inside the carriage, Liu Zian chatted with Boss Li along the way, getting close and friendly.

In the afternoon, Liu Zian deliberately took Boss Li to Zheyi Qu.

The Liu family also has investments in this place, although it seems like a big injustice.

Liu Zian took Boss Li to observe the new canal, and by the way, arranged to invite distinguished guests from all over Jiangzhou on the [-]th of this month. He also behaved very modestly and sincerely in contact with the representatives sent by the county government. The ferocious indignation in front of Wei Shaoxuan in the hut of Donglin Temple.

Liu Zian bid farewell to everyone and returned to the carriage. Boss Li who was waiting looked at him strangely with green eyes.

The Persian businessman seemed to recall the layout of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

"Patriarch Liu and your brother really have a deep relationship. They are like brothers and sisters. Right now, even the revenge is so restrained and meticulously planned. It is obviously a matter of Mr. Qiu's little thumb, eh."

Liu Zian smiled lightly, but didn't reply.

In the evening, Liu Zian waved his hand and finally sent away the faintly visible Persian businessman who seemed to be a supervisor.

As soon as he boarded the carriage, the smile on the face of the new head of the Liu family disappeared without a trace.

Gloomy can drip.

"Go back to the sword shop!"

A whispered order came from inside the carriage, and the carriage immediately accelerated...

The old swordsmith has been a little leisurely in recent days, as if he has nothing to do, he has a lot less things at hand, and often runs to the lawn outside to blow the wind and drink.

The old swordsmith has also been drinking more recently, and the rice wine he entrusts to buy from Sister Cheng at the breakfast shop has changed from one jar a day to three jars silently.

The very warm-hearted Sister Cheng brought him a bowl of hot soup this morning, and specifically advised him that drinking alcohol hurts his health.

The old man turned a deaf ear, still with a dark and wrinkled face that refuses to be seen thousands of miles away.

On the hillside of Xiaogu Mountain, the old swordsmith walked out of the sword furnace room with two jars of rice wine in his arms, and came to the edge of the lawn cliff.

Drink with your head up from an altar.

An altar slowly sprinkled on the grass in front of him.

The old man was fascinated looking at the Butterfly Creek running down the mountain and the small town in the south of the Yangtze River with thousands of lights on the other side.

He grew up here since he was a child, and he was an unnamed apprentice of the sword furnace here, and he wanted to forge a tripod sword that violated the master's sect here.

As we grow older, it is easy to recall the past.

The gray and haggard lips of the old swordsmith whispered:
"What a Butterfly Creek. In the pre-Qin period, the Yue maiden beheaded the dragon at the dragon's head on the west bank. Later, the mad emperor almost beheaded the head of the Daomai swordsmith, and the head rolled into the waves... This stream is so beautiful to watch. The soul fell?"

"Mister, it's not good!"

At this time, Liu Zian hurried to the middle of the mountain, and said to the old swordsmith who seemed to be sobered up by the wind:
"The son of the Wei family from Luoyang seems to be difficult to deal with, and a top-rank military master Qi trainer came to be the guardian..."

The old swordsmith restrained his complexion, raised his wine and turned sideways.

"Oh." He nodded.

"Old man, I really don't have a chance, am I not a vigorous person?" Liu Zian asked suddenly.

"No."

The old swordsmith took a sip of his wine, looked at his slightly gloomy face, and asked:

"Why, are you afraid? You want to give up the plan you agreed upon?"

"how come."

Liu Zi'an showed a little smile on his face, but then, he asked again in a serious tone:
"The old man really has a copy of the sword formula?"

The old swordsmith said indifferently: "Once I got a copy, I'll give it to you."

Liu Zian's eyes showed joy, but immediately, his tone was a little bit: "Why is the old man so helpful?"

"It has already been agreed that if you kill Liu Ziwen, the old man will give you a sword. This old man only forges swords in his life. Whoever holds the sword, the Wei family's disciples, or you, the old man doesn't care."

The old man said truthfully.

Liu Zian looked at him and let out a slight breath.

His eyes flickered slightly.

According to what Liu Zian knew about the past, those grievances and entanglements were all between the old swordsmith and Liu Ziwen.

Liu Zi'an came back to Longcheng from outside to supervise the sword-making later, and killed someone for the old sword-smith, so the grievances really did not involve him.

Liu Zian pondered for a while, then frowned suddenly: "Where did the old gentleman come from for this rare sword formula?"

The old swordsmith glanced at him, raised the little finger of the wine pot, and pointed to the distance.

Liu Zian turned his head, his face froze:
"This……"

The direction the old man pointed was the Dagu Mountain Forest Temple that Liu Zi'an had been to today.

(End of this chapter)