No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 239
The fighting at the foot of the mountain continued.

There is an isolated sword furnace house halfway up the mountain, and the weather is calm.

Outside the door of the Jiazi Sword Furnace Room.

More than a dozen corpses were lying here and there, all of them were dressed in blue house slave clothes.

The expressions on the faces of these trusted family soldiers brought by Liu Zian were either calm or astonished before they died.

At this moment, there are seven or eight people standing among these piles of corpses, either lowering their heads to wipe their daggers and waist knives, or bending down to carry the corpses together and throw them down the cliff.

The seven or eight remaining people outside the door were also dressed in blue house slave clothes, but their faces were indifferent, and they finished the work in an orderly manner, cleaning the scene.

At the same time...they also turned a deaf ear to the faint groans of pain coming from inside the door.

After cleaning up, the eight house slaves in Tsing Yi turned around with their hands behind their backs and stood in front of the door of the Jianlu room.

At this moment, in the sword furnace room guarded behind them.

The new Patriarch of the Liu family... No, he should be called the former Patriarch. The moans of the former Patriarch Liu Zian's pain are gradually disappearing into silence.

In the sword furnace room, the atmosphere became quiet for a while.

"Puff" sound.

Liu Zilin suddenly dropped Liu Zian's body.

Under the eyes of everyone, he knelt down on one knee towards Wei Shaoxuan, buried his head in sobs and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Wei Liu, for avenging my elder brother and clearing up the unfilial children and grandchildren of my Liu family ancestors."

Wei Shaoxuan waved his hand:

"Get up and do what you want."

He glanced at the grateful Liu Zilin again, and squinted his eyes:

"The two elder brothers are dead. From now on, you are the new Patriarch of the Liu Clan in Longcheng. Instead of the Liu Clan, we will continue to cooperate with our Wei Clan. Isn't it a little inappropriate to just kneel down to this Young Master?"

The tone is playful.

Liu Zilin immediately shook his head, clenching his fist and beating his chest, saying:
"The Sixth Master of Wei, Yu Zaixia, and Yu Liu's family are kind, so kneeling and thanking him is nothing. Since the Sixth Master of the Guard has something to do, please just order! I am so heartbroken, there are many difficulties and dangers, and I will not hesitate!"

Liu Fu looked sideways and glanced at Liu Zilin.

Wei Shaoxuan nodded with a smile: "It's the Wei family, it's the Wei Palace."

Small correction.

Liu Zilin turned his eyes to look at Wei Shaoxuan's face, and immediately corrected with fists:

"Yes, yes, yes, to the Wei family, to the king of Wei, I will die!"

After a pause, he forced a smile on his face, and said in a casual tone:

"Actually, it's all the same. Waiting for the Sixth Master Wei to recover this new tripod sword and make it famous all over the world. In the name of the Sixth Master Wei, wouldn't it be linked to the Wei Palace, wait a little longer... why can't you be Wei's talker. "

"Okay, get up."

Wei Shaoxuan waved his hand to interrupt, and cursed with a smile:
"You're already the head of the family, and you're still flattering? My father once admired Liu Ziwen. In the future, learn more from your dead brother, especially in keeping yourself safe."

He raised the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't learn from your second brother again."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Liu Zilin immediately got up and followed Wei Shaoxuan step by step.

When Wei Shaoxuan saw this, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he was very interested. He said casually:
"Liu Ziwen, Liu Zian, Liu Zilin... Heh, it's interesting for you to choose names for you. You can choose whatever you lack, right?"

He teased, and joked to Qiu Shenji and Liu Fu in the room:

"From the current point of view, it may not be accurate. I hope our young master Liu San can be a little more accurate."

Liu Zilin bowed his head:
"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, I was born in this small place, but I'm just a bastard in shallow water, Master Wei Liu is the real dragon and phoenix among people, Wei's Linzi! Qianlong is in the abyss, and he can fly nine days in just a few days!"

On the other side, Ouyang Rong held Ah Qing's hand and stood in the corner of the room together since he joined the group to stab Liu Zian.

During the period, he silently listened to the words of the Wei family's disciples and Liu Zilin who were dressed as noble sons——for him, words with a lot of information.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

At this moment, he saw Liu Zilin nodding and bowing to flatter him, and the corners of his lips were drawn up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

"why are you laughing?"

Liu Zilin glanced away from the corner of his eye, turned his head suddenly, and stared at Ouyang Rong fiercely.

"Laugh at a shallow water bastard." Ouyang Rong nodded with a smile and said honestly.

Liu Zilin blushed, drew the knife and rushed forward, the handle of the knife stabbed Ouyang Rong in the stomach, the knife rested on the neck, and said fiercely:
"You take another look?!"

Ouyang Rong covered his belly with both hands like a bow, but turned his eyes up, still staring at the furious Liu Zilin, and said solemnly:

"If the head is beheaded, please hurry up, why 'take another look', I have never heard such a stupid request, let this brat fight?"

The young county magistrate, who was coughing blood and laughing, turned his head at this moment, so that a line of blood appeared between the neck and the blade, and it became deeper and deeper.

"Oh, almost forgot."

He turned a deaf ear, his smile remained unchanged, and he even nodded significantly:
"Now you are a bastard with a master, and you are different from ordinary wild ones, so you have to watch your master's face carefully.

"I was captured by your master, but I didn't kill you directly, you bastard is timid, you are not sure, you want to find out your master's attitude first, yes or no.

"Hey, if you hang around for long enough, no matter how stupid a bastard is, his brain will grow smarter. The third young master of the Liu family is still modest. Where is the shallow water, you are really a good bastard now, and you can go into deeper water."

The underpants were stripped clean, and the veins on Liu Zilin's forehead popped out.

The hand holding the knife handle was clenched tightly.

Want to chop.

Immediately, loosen slightly.

boom--!
"Well!"

He held the handle of the knife in his hands, and punched Ouyang Rong in the stomach who was calm and composed in front of him again.

But Ouyang Rong's shrimp bow posture is more like laughing with his belly covered, squinting and contemptuous.

The muscles on Liu Zilin's nasolabial folds twitched.

For some reason, he hated Ouyang Lianghan's eyes very, very much, especially when looking at him.

Obviously this son was looking up from the bottom up, but it gave Liu Zilin a feeling that he was being condescended.

Damn you, Ouyang Lianghan!
Liu Zilin's face was bloody and angry, and he was about to draw his knife to cut people.

"okay."

Wei Shaoxuan's voice came.

Liu Zilin withdrew his hand in an instant, snorted coldly at Ouyang Rong who was sneering at the corner of his mouth, turned around on the spot, bowed his head respectfully:
"Young Master Wei and Mr. Qiu are so powerful that they directly captured this son alive! I'm ashamed to say that I and my family have been framed by him many times before, but they were powerless, so when we met, I became a little emotional..."

"It's okay, I can understand."

Wei Shaoxuan smiled and waved his hand.

However, he glanced sideways at the irritable Liu Zilin in front of him, his eyes were elusive.

Liu Zilin didn't dare to move at all.

Looking away, Wei Shaoxuan walked up to Ouyang Rong, clapped his hands with his fan, and asked lightly:
"I heard from my foster father that you brought a group of desperate people and carried a pile of burning sky shark oil up the mountain. Are you planning to blow up the sword furnace? Burn everything?"

Ouyang Rong got up, lowered his head and patted the ashes, but didn't speak.

Wei Shaoxuan glanced up and down:
"My lord is quite curious. Is it because the old man has a grudge against you, or does he hate the Liu family's hatred of the house and Wu? Well, what are you doing to blow up this A-shaped sword stove? Could it be that you don't like me and the Wei family, and want to ruin us? Good thing?"

Ouyang Rong raised his head with a calm face:

"Please fix this broken sword next time, choose a place where there is no one, don't disturb the work and sleep of the fellow villagers, while floods and mountain torrents sometimes rise, and sometimes kill people, is it interesting?

"Not everyone has to accommodate you," he said.

Wei Shaoxuan laughed, pointed at Ouyang Rong, and said to everyone in the room: "Interesting, he is a good official!"

He laughed for a while, then suddenly turned his head to Qiu Shenji who was watching coldly and said:
"This kind of good official, no wonder the adoptive father is inconvenient to kill him directly."

Wei Shaoxuan's face was slightly troubled, he sighed, and spread his hands:

"That's the bad thing about Qi practitioners. The same is true of the hundred or so stunned young civilians who are not afraid of death just now. They can only be stunned and restrained. It's really troublesome. If you want to die, just die...

"It's not the battlefield, nor the rivers and lakes. It's easy to dirty the hands of the father-in-law. Those pressures are not a joke. The higher you go, the more so, unless you are like those crazy alchemists who broke the cans and ran to the shore of the North Sea. ..."

Ouyang Rong turned his head when he heard the words, frowned and looked at the unfathomable Xianbei man in front of him, and pursed his lips.

Little sister didn't mention some knowledge about Qi practitioners, maybe she didn't think he could use it before.

Qiu Shenji shook his head slightly:
"It's okay to kill one or two, it's just fighting and killing in Jianghu, but you can find some special ways to offset it, and it's not some legendary divine being in China, it involves too much cause and effect.

"The reason why I didn't kill the leader is that the old man sent a message to bring me back alive."

Qiu Shenji turned his head to look at the old man in sackcloth sitting on the rocking chair beside him, who was enjoying watching a play and sipping wine.

Hearing this, Ouyang Rong's expression was quite surprised, he looked at this old craftsman who had met once before, and wondered why he saved him.

Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin and others frowned.

He also looked suspiciously.

Unexpectedly, the old swordsmith raised the wine jar, shook the dirty wine in the jar and said:
"You kid made a mistake. The old man asked you to bring this little girl named 'Yue' with the word 'Yue' embroidered on her forehead."

The old man said indifferently:
"She used to work in the sword shop and bought a lot of rice wine for the old man. It is cheap and affordable, and she owes half a favor. If you can pay back some before you leave, please pay back.

"So just keep this alive.

"That boy named Ouyang Lianghan, you can deal with it as you like, as long as you don't dirty my house."

Ouyang Rong: ...

Wei Shaoxuan and others: ...

"Old uncle!" Ah Qing's delicate face was covered with pear blossoms, "I beg you, please save my master..."

"Unfamiliar."

The old swordsmith shook his head without looking sideways.

After a pause, he added:

"I heard you said that my mother is old, stay home and serve Gaotang, don't run around like today, remember."

In love with selling wine, the old man actually nagged a little bit.

Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji and others were not surprised, after all, today is a special day, and this old gentleman has no children.

Wei Shaoxuan sent the Buddha to the west, nodded and promised:
"Don't worry, old man, I won't kill her, send her down the mountain."

He suddenly changed the subject:
"Mister, it's [-]:[-] noon!"

The old swordsmith nodded casually, pointed to a wooden sword case lying on the table and said:

"The sword is inside."

Wei Shaoxuan was puzzled: "But there is no sword in the box."

The old swordsmith chuckled lightly:
"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean you don't have it. Seeing is believing? If you don't have this understanding, how is it different from that idiot Liu Zian?"

Wei Shaoxuan frowned, turned his face, and asked his adoptive father with his eyes.

Qiu Shenji pondered: "The details of the birth of each tripod sword are only mentioned in a few lines in the official history and unofficial history..."

He said to the old swordsmith: "However, to turn fiction into reality, there must be a 'pretending thing'."

The old swordsmith curled his lips: "This is the sword box. Otherwise, why did the old man ask you to look for the Mohist sword box from all over the world?"

Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji choked.

The wine wet the old swordsmith's messy gray beard, he put down the rice wine, and said drunkenly:
"The newborn cauldron sword can only show itself if you recognize the master.

"Except for those who are full of vigor, the conditions for recognizing the master... Ninth rank, sword art, plus real name, you can appear in the world."

After finishing speaking, he bent down, took out a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture from under the table, and threw it to Wei Shaoxuan:
"The sword art of the 'poor man'." Said lightly.

This day's unconstrained and eclectic boss' exclusive willful operation stunned everyone.

Wei Shaoxuan's eyes lit up, no doubt about him: "Thank you, old man, for your support!"

The old swordsmith shook the wine jar again and put it back on the table. He looked up at the sky with a disappointed expression, and sighed in vain:
"No wine to drink. Go."

The old man stood up straight and waved impatiently at everyone:

"Let's go, let's go, the old man has nothing to give away, see off, see off."

Everyone heard the words and retreated to the door.

Qiu Shenji suddenly asked:
"I would like to ask the old gentleman finally, which cauldron sword is this, and how many unforged cauldrons are left?
"Whether the stolen bite of the Mad Emperor was cast into a tripod sword?"

The old swordsmith didn't answer, but only glanced at the familiar moonlight long sword that he forged at someone's waist before.

At this moment, everyone retreated.

The house is empty.

The furnace is empty.

Standing in front of the empty stove, the old man in sackcloth turned his head to look at the people standing in front of the door who were silently watching.

He smiled surprisingly:

"I know what you are waiting for. The swordsmith knows too much about the cauldron sword that he forged with his own hands. Only when he sees him dead with his own eyes, can the sword holder completely feel at ease and truly own the cauldron sword hahahaha...

"But the most helpless thing is that before this, no matter whether it is a prince, a general, or a mythical Qi practitioner, everyone has to ask for the swordsmith."

Ouyang Rong interjected: "Why is it the same as my father-in-law marrying a pretty daughter?"

The corners of the old swordsmith's eyes twitched, and everyone frowned and were speechless.

The tragic atmosphere that had been brewing in the air for a long time disappeared all of a sudden.

The old man laughed and shook his head, the next moment, he suddenly said:

"Do you all want to ask its real name?"

A line of sight stared at him.

The old swordsmith smiled and said:
"There was an ancestor motto in my master's school, myths are born in the mortal world, and the old man forges swords in the same way, so...

"It's called craftsmanship.

"An unremarkable...craftsman's work."

The old swordsmith faced the young men and girls by the gate.

I don't know who he is staring at and ordering, or... speaking to everyone?

In fact, the old swordsmith liked the words that a certain young county magistrate had proposed before.

justice.

What a fair one.

Equal opportunity for all.

In front of the empty furnace, the old swordsmith lowered his head, patted the dust on his clothes, and grabbed a red lotus sword seal on the table.

"Master and younger brother, an old friend of the Mei family, this old man is here."

The old man in sackcloth threw himself into the furnace without looking back.

The hunched body was turned into flying catkins like a dandelion in the wind in a extinguished furnace.

Only ashes remained.

Since then, there has been no swordsmith in the world who has mastered Lulu's swordsmithing technique.

Thousands of years ago, when the first emperor forged the second tripod sword in the world, the Lulu sword casting technique, which was born after thousands of craftsmen's explorations, was declared dead.

In front of the door, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin, Ouyang Rong, Ah Qing and the others heard the words, their expressions were both hot and astonished.

"Carpenter...do it?"

(End of this chapter)