Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Ci Yang took Ci Song to a majestic building. The appearance of the building was very strange. There were some rust everywhere on the walls and it looked a bit dilapidated.

"This is the largest blacksmith shop in Xizhou City. It has a very special name, called 'Sword Forging Furnace'."

Ci Yang pointed to the building in front of him and introduced it to Ci Song.

"That's a pretty good name."

Ci Song glanced at the blacksmith shop in front of him and didn't pay much attention to it. He just said casually.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look."

Ci Yang took the lead and walked into the blacksmith shop, followed closely by Ci Song.

As soon as I walked into the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat hit my face, and there was also a strong smell of rust, followed by a deafening sound of tapping an anvil.

In the blacksmith shop, the fire was bright, and several blacksmiths were hammering the iron blocks in front of them. On the table beside them, there were some weapons and armors that had been forged. In the center is a huge stove, the fire is burning and exuding blazing heat.

"Young City Lord, why are you here today? Are you here to find Master Ouye?"

I saw a man in coarse cloth walking from the side and cupping his hands towards Ci Yang.

"No, I came here today to take my cousin from Zhongzhou City for a walk."

The word was positive, and then he asked: "Is his old man here?"

"Yes, Master is refining weapons in the backyard. Young City Master, do you want to come over?"

The man in coarse cloth made way for Ci Yang to pass.

"Since Master is here, I will definitely go to pay your respects. Thank you."

Ci Yang nodded to the man, then turned to look at Ci Song and said, "Cousin Ci, do you want to follow me to visit Master Ouye, or do you want to wait here?"

"Of course I'm going with my cousin."

Ci Song smiled. He wanted to know who the Ou Ye master Ci Yang was talking about, and what it had to do with Ou Yezi, who forged many famous swords. Or maybe it was him himself.

"Then let's go."

Ci Yang took Ci Song around the blacksmith shop and came to a spacious courtyard. There were many fires in the courtyard. Some middle-aged people were busy in front of the fires, and in the center was a huge stone platform. , with an unfinished weapon placed on it.

In the center is an old man wearing a white robe, holding a hammer and striking the iron block in front of him. His skills are skillful, and every strike is just right.

"Master."

Ci Yang walked to the old man's side and bowed his hands respectfully.

"Hey, boy Yang, why are you here today? I heard from the people at the blacksmith shop that you were detained by your father, why are you free today?"

Ou Yezi did not raise his head, still banging the iron block in front of him, and just asked casually.

"Today, I was ordered by my father to take my cousin from Zhongzhou City out for fun. I thought I would buy him some weapons that I could use, so I brought him over to have a look." Ci Yang responded with a smile.

"Really? Whose cousin is this? Can he have such a big air that you, the young city lord, can accompany him when he goes out?"

Ou Yezi finally stopped the hammer in his hand, looked up at Ci Song, then looked at Ci Yang, and said, "This kid looks familiar. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?"

Suddenly, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and turned his attention to Ci Song again, "You, you are Ci Qi Bai's son, right?"

Ci Song was slightly startled, "Mr. knows my father?"

"As expected, he is Ci Qibai's son, no wonder."

The old man smiled, then picked up the hammer and continued to hammer the iron block in front of him, "Your father and I are old acquaintances, and I cast his first calligraphy treasure for him."

"He is truly a genius. When I first met him, he seemed to be a talented scholar. He even begged me to help him forge a useful weapon. In just a few decades, he His cultivation level surpasses that of my husband, and it is said that he has now become the General of Human Slaughter, and his future life will be formidable. "

The old man was banging the iron block and talking, as if he was remembering something.

Ci Yang and Ci Song on the side both looked shocked. Unexpectedly, this old man turned out to be their father's old friend, especially Ci Yang. He had never heard Master Ou Ye mention that he and Ci Qi Bai were acquainted. past.

"As my father's old acquaintance, Ci Song should call you Master Ouye."

Ci Song bowed his hands and said respectfully.

"You are much more polite than your father back then. I think back then your father always called me "Old Man".

The old man hammered the iron block in his hand until it was almost done, then walked to the stove nearby and threw the iron block into the stove. Then he took out a pair of iron tongs, clamped the iron block and placed it on the anvil, and then pointed it at the person next to him. Several middle-aged people said: "Bake it for a while longer."

After that, he walked to Ci Song and Ci Song, smiled, and said: "Everyone knows that Ci Zhongjun's adopted son and his own son are the same as each other and have no affection. Today, you two cousins ​​are able to come together. Blacksmith, this makes me a little curious, how is your relationship? "

"Master is joking. I have great respect for Uncle Ci Qi Bai, and my cousin also respects my father very much. The so-called discord is just rumors."

Ci Yang said to Master Ouye with a smile.

Ci Song was stunned when he heard these words. He didn't expect that Ci Yang would say such words. Is it because he is thick-skinned and lies without blushing, or does he really think so?

"Hahaha, I shouldn't ask about your family affairs. By the way, the sword you asked me to recast for you has been completed."

Master Ou Ye smiled, then turned to a middle-aged man next to him and said, "Feng'er, take out the sword of the young city lord."

"Yes, Master."

The middle-aged man responded, then walked to the weapon rack beside him, took down a sword, and walked quickly towards Ci Yang.

"Young city lord, your sword."

The middle-aged man handed the sword in his hand to Ci Yang.

Ci Yang took the sword and saw that it was a long black sword. The sword body was three feet and three inches long and two fingers wide. It was black all over and exuded a faint chill.

Ci Yang drew out his sword, waved it a few times, and saluted to Grandmaster Ou Ye with satisfaction, "Thank you, Grandmaster."

"As long as the young city lord is satisfied."

Grandmaster Ou Ye smiled, then looked at Ci Song and said with a smile: "Ci boy, do you want a sword? Since you are the son of an old friend, I should take care of you."

"Grandmaster, Ci Song already has a good calligraphy and painting. I came here today just to buy some ordinary weapons for daily sword practice."

Hearing this, Grandmaster Ou Ye's smile became even bigger, "So, I just happened to have some materials left over from sword forging. I felt it was a pity to waste them, so I forged them into swords, which I can just give to you."

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