Outside the city, under Zhongshan Mountain.
A grass house is built according to the mountain, a clear spring flows down from the mountain and goes around the grass house, but it gathers into a deep pool in front of the house, the water color is green and the deep light can be seen.
And on the side of the grass house, in the simple grass hut, the sword-forging furnace was blazing, staining the dark faces of the two swordsmiths red.
"You don't see Kunwu Iron Smelting Flying Smoke, red light and purple gas.
Good work training for a few years, cast the sword name Longquan.
The color of Longquan is like frost and snow, and the good work is amazing.
The glazed jade box spits lotus flowers, and the staggered gold ring reflects the bright moon.
It happened that there was no wind and dust in the world, and fortunately Zhou Fang was a gentleman.
The fine light is dark and green and snake-colored, and the article is covered with green turtle scales.
Non-direct friendship rangers, but also close to heroes.
He Yan was abandoned in the middle of the road and drifted to the edge of the ancient prison.
Although it is useless to sink and bury, it can still soar into the sky night and night. ” Standing outside the sword-casting furnace, Yang Xueruo was wearing a purple cloak, standing against the wind, her delicate face was radiant, and she sang softly.
Cotton Tree smiled and praised: "Miss, your poetry talent is no worse than that of the Kong family, but his name has been taken by him."
Yang Xueruo smiled slightly: "You girl, where is this my poem, but the sword chapter made by my predecessors, I just feel it."
Let's go, give the swordsmith a reward, and see if the sword I forge can become."
Hongmian pouted: "Miss, he is now with that singer Liu Xin is like a flower before the moon, I and me, it is really in vain Miss to be infatuated with him."
Yang Xueruo's face was solemn, and she reprimanded: "Cotton Tree, how can you listen to such nonsense gossip Lang Jun is by no means a person who is greedy for beauty, let alone a singer who will bear me, in the future, and you must not slander me again."
Although Yang Xueruo treats the red cotton like a sister, but after all, the master and servant are different, she is so angry with a straight face, the red cotton tree does not dare to talk nonsense, she blushes over and bows deeply to the young lady, and begs for mercy with a coquettish face.
"Cotton Tree, you and remember, I have made a covenant with Lang Jun, in this life and this life, until death will not change, in the future, you should treat Lang Jun as if you respect me, if you are disrespectful, don't stay by my side."
Yang Xueruo's beautiful face was full of frost, and her voice was even colder.
Hongmian lowered his head in fright: "Yes, the slave doesn't dare." ” Yang Xueruo patted Hongmian's shoulder and chuckled: "Okay, I don't blame you, it's just that your mouth is just unforgiving, hurry up and see if the sword we cast has become."
Hongmian hummed respectfully, and ran over to negotiate with the swordsmith with a cigarette to ask if the sword that Yang Xueruo personally came to entrust and confess a few days ago had been cast.
Since ancient times, Jiangnan has had the origin of casting famous swords.
This sword-casting furnace outside Jiangning City is the most famous sword-casting workshop in the south of the Yangtze River.
However, the owner of the workshop, the swordsmith Zhu Yunzi, was eccentric by nature and set all kinds of strict rules, not anyone who came to forge a sword could agree, and not anyone who paid a high price could get the sword he forged himself.
Moreover, he only forged 12 swords a year, and he could not have more than one.
Because of this, although Zhu Yunzi's sword-casting reputation is great and the quality of the finished sword is higher, the business of the sword-casting workshop is not very good, and it can only barely maintain its operation.
Zhu Yunzi never forged swords for dignitaries and dignitaries, if it weren't for the tacit understanding between Yang Xueruo and Zhu Yunzi's only daughter Zhu Hua, Yang Xueruo's request was categorically refused.
Not long after, a bright girl of seventeen or eighteen years old held a long sword and walked out of the grass house side by side with the red cotton with a smile.
The girl was dressed in a cyan suit, with a jade belt around her waist, and her long flowing black hair combed back of her head, and the whole person looked heroic.
"Xueruo" The girl beckoned.
Yang Xueruo smiled: "Zhu Hua, this is the sword I asked Uncle Zhu to cast" Zhu Hua chuckled, "Exactly."
Xue Ruo, you see" Zhu Hua rose into the air as she spoke, her graceful figure stretched out in mid-air, only to hear a roar, and a long sword as translucent and sharp as an autumn wind danced in the air, dazzling under the reflection of the sun.
"Bah" Zhu Hua snorted lightly, and his body fell to the ground, but the long sword in his hand suddenly swung and slashed at a sword test stone at his feet.
Sparks flickered, cold light flashed, and a corner of the sword test stone was cut off alive, and the sword marks were complete and smooth as a mirror.
Kapok gasped: this sword is so sharp and too sharp "Xue Ruo, my father, master and apprentice have been tempered for five days and nights without sleep to make this sword, as you said, this is a hero sword rather than a scribe sword, the size and weight are higher than ordinary swords, strong and soft, tough and sharp, I hope this person can live up to your good intentions in forging the sword" Zhu Hua held the sword in both hands with an almost pious demeanor and handed it to Yang Xueruo.
Yang Xueruo did not immediately take the sword, but bowed first and then took the sword with both hands, carefully observing and looking.
But she was weak and weak, this sword was originally tailor-made for Kong Sheng, considering his innate divine power, the weight was extraordinarily full, she felt extremely difficult after holding it for a while, panting, and quickly handed the sword to the servant who was driving.
Yang Xueruo and the two daughters said goodbye to Zhu Hua, left Zhu Yunzi's sword-casting furnace, drove around the city, and went straight to the wilderness on the bank of the river in the west of the city.
At this time, Kong Sheng was galloping on this wilderness without moving, tirelessly honing his equestrian riding. on the carriage.
Yang Xueruo lowered her head and stared seriously at the sword placed in front of her, in addition to being engraved with a seven-star pattern, the sword body was also engraved with Kong Sheng's name and a line of small characters dancing with dragons and phoenixes: to start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
The scabbard and hilt are made of pear wood, which is a specialty of Jiangning, and are inlaid with silver and copper openwork ornaments, which looks simple and solemn.
Yang Xueruo stared at the sword in front of her, but Kong Sheng's resolute and heroic face appeared in front of her, the tenderness in her eyes became more and more abundant, and she muttered to herself: "Lang Jun will put the sword on me, and the slave family will personally cast the hero sword and give it to you, hoping that this sword can follow Lang Jun to dominate the world, guide the country, Kuang Fu Sheji, and live up to the hard work and infatuation of the slave family today."
The carriages and horses sparkled, along the edge of the moat, gradually to the west gate of the city.
Not far away, on the grass green and withered yellow grass, a white horse galloped heartily, raising a cloud of smoke and dust, and the back of the young man with a straight waist on the horseback could be vaguely seen.
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Yang Xueruo got out of the car, looked in the direction of the white horse, and smiled silently.
Hongmian stood on her side with a sword in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Miss, I really don't understand Kong Jialangjun, he is obviously a talented scribe, why is he so keen on this sword and martial arts, does he still want to join the army to fight?"
Yang Xueruo glanced at the red cotton tree sideways, and her eyebrows were full of happy and proud smiles: "Red cotton, in the troubled times, Lang Jun honed his riding and archery martial arts in addition to studying literature, and he can protect himself and defend himself in the near distance, and protect the country and the people in the distance, which is really far-sighted."
And there are a few people in the world who are as capable of writing and martial arts as Kong Lang."
There was also a glimmer of luster in the bright eyes of the red cotton, but he was silent, standing quietly beside the young lady, staring at Kong Sheng riding from the far end. oshow7 t1706231537: