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

Xu Yu held the sword with both hands and slowly put it into the furnace.

"If there are cracks on the sword, it needs to be reforged and refined with fire to remove impurities."

While speaking, Xu Yu took out a small iron hammer from his arms. This is a tool specially used by swordsmiths to hit the sword.

About a quarter of an hour later, Xu Yu raised his hand and waved it. The red-hot Shuihan Sword flew in front of him. He held the iron hammer with one hand and hit the sword of Shuihan Sword. Every time he hit it, it was just right, which would not damage Shuihan Sword and remove impurities.

"The sword-making process is a bit long. It will take about seven days. You can come back to get the sword after seven days."

Xu Yu said while hitting Shuihan Sword without raising his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu." Ci Song bowed his hands to thank him.

Xu Yu did not speak, but just focused on hitting Shuihan Sword.

"There are some sword traditions on Jianchi Mountain. If you are destined, you may be able to get some opportunities. By the way, if someone comes to my Jianchi Mountain to cause trouble, remember to help me deal with it."

"My rules here are also very simple. Anyone who climbs to the top of Jianchi Mountain will be killed without mercy; anyone who attacks recklessly on Jianchi Mountain will be killed without mercy; anyone who shouts the mountain will be killed without mercy."

"Yes."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Ci Song also memorized these three rules in his heart. Then the group left Longyin Cave and walked towards Jianchi Mountain.

On the way, Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously: "Brother Ning, do you know this old man Xu? What level has his sword-making skills reached?"

Ning Ping'an smiled and replied: "Nowadays, there are only two sword-makers in the world who can reach the master level, Ou Yejian and Xu Yu. What level do you think his sword-making skills have reached?"

Zhuang Diemeng was shocked, "Only two people in the world can reach the master of sword-making?"

"Yes, after all, the times are different. Anyone who can read will choose to study and learn etiquette, recite the Four Books and Five Classics a thousand times, and seek the way to enter the ink. The blacksmith industry has long been deserted. Those who can reach the master level of sword-making are rare, and as for the master level, there are even fewer." Ning Ping'an explained.

"Who is Ou Yejian?" Mo Yao asked curiously on the side.

"Ou Yejian is now in the Xizhou City of Daliang. The armor and weapons used by our Daliang domestic army are almost all forged by his disciples. This person has an easy-going temperament and likes to discuss swords with the younger generation." Ning Ping'an briefly introduced.

"Hey, am I seeing things wrong? Is there a young man over there?"

Zhuang Diemeng pointed to a figure not far away. Upon hearing this, everyone looked in the direction of Zhuang Diemeng's finger. Sure enough, there was a young man in a light blue gown walking slowly forward, limping. He was about the same height as Ci Song, handsome, but his face was a little pale, looking like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do, why not go over and take a look." Ci Song said to everyone and walked over first.

"My little brother, I see that your face is a little pale, as if you are not feeling well?"

Zhuang Diemeng walked to the side of the young man first, looking at the young man's pale face, and asked curiously.

The young man was slightly stunned when he saw several people coming over, and then looked at them with some vigilance. He seemed to be a little afraid of strangers. Seeing Ci Song and others approaching, he immediately put on a defensive posture.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" The young man asked vigilantly.

"We? We are passing by here. Seeing you are here alone, we are a little curious, so we come to ask." Zhuang Diemeng looked at the young man and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the young man's alert expression slightly subsided, "Are you really just passing by? I don't have anything valuable on me."

"Little brother, you misunderstood, we don't mean to rob you." Ci Song explained on the side.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Uh..." Ci Song was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"We are just strolling on Jianchi Mountain, and we don't have any malicious intentions." Mo Yao said on the side.

"Are you really just passing by?" The young man looked at the few people and said coldly.

"Everyone in Korea knows that no one is allowed to appear on Jianchi Mountain. Those who violate the rules will be killed. You come here to stroll around. Don't you even want your life?"

Hearing this, Ci Song replied: "Of course I know, this is the rule set by Mr. Xu, but there is one thing you remembered wrong, I still remind you, it is those who climb to the top of Jianchi Mountain who will be killed, not those who climb the mountain."

"Of course I know this rule, I came here to climb the mountain."

After that, the young man walked towards the mountain alone and ignored the few people.

"What a strange boy. I've heard that he'll die if he climbs to the top of Jianchi Mountain. Why did he go up the mountain?" Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously.

"He's injured, and it's a serious injury." Ci Song replied calmly.

Zhuang Diemeng looked at Ci Song in confusion, with surprise flashing in his big eyes, "Ah? How did you know?"

"You're a Juren, don't you find that his talent has been leaking out?"

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Diemeng carefully looked at the boy's back and found that his talent had been leaking out. Although it was weak, he could still sense its existence.

"This..." Zhuang Diemeng looked at Ci Song in shock. She had never thought that Ci Song's observation ability was so amazing. Moreover, the cultivation of this young man was only that of a boy. The talent he could store was rare. If you didn't observe carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all.

"His injury is new. Although his clothes are relatively neat, his hair is very messy. Obviously, he just changed his clothes not long ago. I guess he chose to come to Jianchi Mountain for refuge." Ning Ping'an said slowly.

"Refuge? Refuge with death?" Zhuang Diemeng said puzzledly.

Ci Song was speechless when he heard this. Zhuang Diemeng's IQ was always high and low. He sighed deeply and said, "Is there a possibility that he was hunted by his enemies and would die if he didn't go up the mountain, so he chose to come here to fight for a chance of survival?"

"That makes sense." Zhuang Diemeng nodded.

"Have you seen a sickly young man in light blue clothes?"

A powerful voice reached the ears of Ci Song and others. They turned around and saw three men appear in front of them.

They were wearing emerald green robes, which were very similar to Confucian robes. They wore high crowns on their heads and looked like scholars. However, they exuded a murderous aura and were very arrogant towards Ci Song and others.

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