"Now, you can give it a name."

Jiang Wang reluctantly raised his eyes and looked up.

My eyes suddenly lit up!

It was as if something stung my eyes, and I shed a tear.

In front of Jiang Wang's eyes, the sword blank with no specific shape could be seen rising in the fire.

But that sharpness and that aura have firmly attracted him.

Thousands of images replayed in my mind at this moment.

Just like the moonlight that can't be avoided, when you see it, you are already enveloped by it.

When instilling Daogen and forging the sword blank, he completely let go of himself.

The sword blank in front of him was, in a sense, a reflection of his innermost being.

And what is buried deep in Jiang Wang's heart?

It is the bright moon that can never be touched, the ideal that is drifting away, and the hometown that can never be returned to.

With an indescribable feeling, Jiang Wang said passionately: "Just call it Sauvignon Blanc."

“Sauvignon Blanc.”

Lianque murmured the name and looked at the sword blank blankly.

There is no real weapon maker who has no feelings for the weapons he forged, but he did feel something that touched his heart in this sword that was not yet fully formed.

…

On the original site of the Lian family's homeland, the current Xia Kingdom stood.

But the Xia Kingdom was not the country that destroyed the Lian family's homeland. The country before Xia had been destroyed by the Xia Kingdom. The hatred could not find a direction.

When the motherland was destroyed, the Lian family fled and moved to Qi State.

For many years after that, the Lian family was a stranger in a foreign land, and the Lian family was a stranger in a foreign land.

At first, the Lian family was not recognized by the local Qi people at all, and was ostracized. It also did not gain the trust of the Qi court, and no matter how outstanding its disciples were, they could not be entrusted with important responsibilities.

Because he missed his homeland, which was in the south, Lian named the city he built Nanyao.

After so many years of development, the old country has long since disappeared into the dust of history, and the Lian family has gradually earned a place in Qi State by virtue of its rising reputation among the smiths.

But discrimination has never disappeared, and estrangement has always existed.

Outside the Full Moon Lake, Chong Xuansheng told Jiang Wang not to be afraid of the Lian family. Although it was support for his friends, it also reflected this phenomenon to a certain extent.

In the hearts of many Lian people, they also have a hometown they can never return to. They will always be foreigners.

…

Lianque slowly closed the deal.

Put a ball of light wrapped in the sword into Jiang Wang's hand.

It was like delivering a beam of moonlight.

The light dissipated.

But see,

The stem of the sword is slightly flat, and the sword grid looks like a full moon.

The pattern of the sword hoop is like the entanglement of lovesickness.

The spine of the sword is straight and straight, and the sword is sharp and thin.

Cold light can be seen flowing from the sword. The sword's edge reveals the divine brilliance.

Judging from the color, the hilt of the sword is like ink and the sword body is like snow. There is no flaw at all.

On the spine of the sword, near the sword grid, there are three characters inscribed in Qiwen.

It is said: The swallow returns to its nest.

The name of the sword is "Shang Xiang Blanc" and the inscription of the sword is "Swallow Returns to the Nest".

…

…

Sauvignon Blanc

Looking to Nanyao on behalf of Jiang

Sauvignon Blanc, swallows return to their nests.

The frost moon stores wine and makes you drunk in three months.

The flowers are like makeup and willows are like waist.

I would like to send my return date to Yan,

Traveling all the way from here to here.(1)

Crossing thousands of mountains with one heart,

After a thousand mountains, the wings grow old.

…

I looked through the eaves and found nothing,

The spring swallow cannot fly back to its nest.

Wandering around the old city and crying in vain,

Four o'clock has passed and the cold and heat have subsided. (2)

I want to ask where the villagers are,

The people who have lost their homes are far away in the south.

Sauvignon Blanc is always like a knife.

…

Note:

(1) Zhuang State is in the west of Qi State.

(2) The four seasons have ended, because Maplewood City has stopped at that time forever, and there is no more spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The swallows no longer need to come, and they no longer need to go.

I always felt that there should be a poem that goes well with this sword. So I wrote it in Jiang Wang’s mood. Jiang Wang himself is not a writer, and this poem does not mean that he has any talent in this area. It’s purely me.”

"For him" is a sentiment. At the same time, I also hope that readers can better understand these emotions.
Chapter completed!