Empty.

This A-shaped sword furnace room that affected the interests and hearts of all parties was finally empty.

Ouyang Rong, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin and others turned around in silence and walked out of the door.

It was just after a quarter past noon.

Over the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain, the blue sword energy that originally shot straight into the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It's like it never happened.

White clouds, blue sky, clear sunshine.

The people who walked out of the sword furnace room one after another did not notice that the old man in sackcloth was holding a metal square seal in his hand when he threw himself into the furnace.

All disappeared together.

They are still digesting the true name of the new tripod sword left by the old swordsmith.

"Is it made by a craftsman? It's interesting."

Wei Shaoxuan nodded excitedly.

Qiu Shenji carried the Mohist sword box on his back and turned to look at his slanted right shoulder. He seemed to feel that the shoulders were uneven. He shook his shoulders and suddenly nodded:

"There is a lot of heavy sword energy in the box."

The man in sackcloth turned his head and said:

"Liu Lang, remember the name of this sword. Before Dingjian came into the world and met a powerful sword master, he was greatly influenced by the swordsmith.

"The true name given by the swordsmith is the entire true meaning of the sword, and even the sword techniques that may be born in the future can be glimpsed from the true name."

"Thank you foster father for the tip. What a craftsman and low-key."

Wei Shaoxuan looked at the sword box on Qiu Shenji's back, nodded with satisfaction, and reached out to touch the cold wooden body of the sword box.

On the side, Liu Zilin and Liu Fu quickly congratulated him.

However, a few people did not notice the surprised expressions on Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing's faces behind them.

This weird tripod sword is called Jianzuo. Why is it so familiar?

Ouyang Rong frowned and turned his head.

How come there is a... feeling of déjà vu when I encountered the final question in the examination room in my previous life, only to find that I had read it yesterday and knew the answer.

But right now, what matters is not knowing the answer in advance.

But what does this matter itself represent?

Ouyang Rong turned his head silently and looked at each other with the pretty girl who had received a gift from the old swordsmith and only treated it as a joke for the old man.

"master……"

Ah Qing put her little hand into her sleeve to fumble for something, but she hesitated to speak. Ouyang Rong frowned and shook his head, interrupting her.

"You two, be honest."

Liu Zilin suddenly turned his head and frightened the two of them.

Ouyang Rong grabbed Ah Qing's hand, lowered his eyes and coughed.

Wei Shaoxuan did not look at them at all, and he flipped through the ancient Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures in his hands with great interest:

"Father, the old gentleman just said that this is the sword technique of the 'Hanshi'. Is it true? How can it be a Buddhist scripture?"

Qiu Shenji pondered:

"Normally, the sword technique was created by every legendary sword holder in history after understanding the true meaning of the tripod sword. There are all kinds of strange forms.

“It might be a mental or oral judgment, it might be a ballad, it might be a poem, it might even be a painting, it’s all possible.

"Hanshi's Sword Art is from a Buddhist scripture, which is not surprising.

"It should... be related to the Donglin Temple next to it.

"It is recorded in the book that the 'Hanshi' was born in the Eastern Jin Dynasty four hundred years ago and was the fifth tripod sword in history.

"If I remember correctly, this Donglin Temple was also built around the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and Donglin Temple originally had a unique mythological line."

"The tripod sword and any sword manual are important conditions for promotion to the sword wielder Juemai.

"Since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Donglin Temple has been famous for this mythical line. In addition to its close relationship with the Mei family and other swordsmith families on the Butterfly Creek side, the core of the sect may be this sword art of the 'Hanshi'

.

"It's just that we went to see it a few days ago. Donglin Temple has long been cut off. As for the sword technique of 'Han Shi', we don't know how it fell into the hands of this old gentleman."

Wei Shaoxuan was thoughtful. After a while, he smiled heartily:

"No matter, adoptive father, we just accepted it. I didn't expect that the old gentleman would give us a big gift before he left."

He put away the Buddhist scriptures and waved his snow-white wide sleeves:

"Let's go, let's change the plan a little. Let's try Sanskrit first. How about Sanskrit? Then go to Donglin Temple to find a monk to translate. If it doesn't work, we plan to go back to Beijing as usual and observe Emperor Wen."

The swordsmith died, and the tripod sword was obtained, along with an unexpected and precious book of sword art, and the foster father of a top-grade qi practitioner accompanied him to protect him.

Wei Shaoxuan stood on the lawn in the mountain breeze, with heavy repairs flying around, and raised his head and took a deep breath.

High-spirited.

At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Wei is so happy, but don't forget the old man's last words just now, let A Qing go and send her down the mountain."

"Are you allowed to interrupt here?" Liu Zilin grabbed Ouyang Rong's collar.

He suddenly turned his head again and said flatteringly:

"Mr. Wei, this man is really hateful. Since it is inconvenient for Mr. Qiu to take action, Mr. Wei, you also have a bright future and it is not good to get your hands dirty...

"Leave it to me. You go and do your work. I will take care of your worries. There is also this little girl named Ah Qing. I will send someone to send her down the mountain right now."

Liu Zilin turned around and stared fiercely into Ouyang Rong's eyes:

"Killing me easily will be an advantage for you, kid. I want to make your life worse than death, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Ouyang Rong looked calm and lowered his eyes slightly:

"So much bullshit."

Ah Qing looked at the old man with a haggard expression. Ever since the old man suddenly vomited blood in the sword shop, the old man has always had this calm and worrying expression.

Even if they were just about to explode the sword furnace and were captured on the mountain road by the man in sackcloth who looked like the god of war descending from the sky, the master was still like this, with no trace of sadness or joy on his face.

Especially after participating in the stabbing of Liu Zian in the sword furnace room, the master seemed to become more...calm.

The only strange thing is that he doesn't dare to face her and my mother.

Liu Zilin smiled grimly: "You will beg for mercy later."

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"It doesn't matter if you beg for mercy. I'm not afraid of death. But if it hurts too much, I'll yell for mercy a few times. But does this make you a useless waste? Is this the brain circuit of a bastard? If others beg for mercy, you are not a shallow bastard.

Already?"

The young magistrate smiled as he talked.

Liu Zilin's expression froze, just as he was about to speak again.

"No need to bother, just go ahead and chop off the head."

Wei Shaoxuan waved his hands without looking back.

He and Qiu Shenji did not leave immediately, but stood there, as if waiting for something.

Ouyang Rong's smile remained unchanged, "Your master has spoken."

Liu Zilin choked on his words and nodded vigorously:

"That's right. You can't have long nights and lots of dreams. Mr. Wei is still smart and cautious."

While Liu Zilin was flattering, he suddenly stretched out his hand to snatch the moonlight sword from Ouyang Rong's waist and pinned it to his waist. Then he turned his head and motioned to the eight Tsing Yi slaves behind him:

"Listen to Mr. Wei, drag him over and behead him. Don't let the blood spill on the noble man."

Liu Zilin turned his face again, grabbed Ah Qing's back collar with his big hands, picked up the crying and resisting little girl, nodded and said:

"Mr. Wei, I'm going to take this little girl down the mountain and release her now."

The smile on Wei Shaoxuan's face did not change: "I said, chop off the head."

"Yes, yes, let's chop off Ouyang Lianghan's head now. Don't be impatient, sir. I'll do it myself."

Liu Zilin nodded quickly, put down the delicate girl who was scratching the obstacle, drew his sword and walked towards Ouyang Rong.

Wei Shaoxuan sighed: "I am saying that all the heads, big and small, will be chopped off."

Liu Zilin was stunned.

Ouyang Rong's calm expression suddenly distorted: "Wei Shaoxuan! Why did you just promise the old senior, go back on your words, do things absolutely, and even lose face?!"
To be continued...