Lanke Chess Edge

After walking out of Juntianfu City, the outside was already full of farmland and trees, and the sound of birdsong gradually overshadowed the noise in the city.

Unlike the busy waterways of Chunhui Mansion, the scale of farmland outside Juntian Mansion can be considered quite spectacular, even if the fate can only be seen vaguely.

The name Yuanzihe always made Ji Yuan think of the garden shop in Chunhui Mansion, and the unforgettable Qian Richun, from time to time he took out a bottle of wine and took two sips, and as he walked, he was already by the Yuanzi River.

This is a clear river, and there are some people's houses in the distance by the river. The scale of the settlement is not large, only 20 households, making it difficult to distinguish whether this is a village or something else.

After walking at a normal speed for about a quarter of an hour, he approached the common people's house, and he could clearly hear the sound of forging in the blacksmith's shop.

There is also this blacksmith shop by the Yuanzi River near the city. Ji Yuan didn't need to ask for directions at all, he just looked for the sound.

"Ding ding ding..." "When... when... when..."

The sound of forging is relatively intensive, and it sounds like there is definitely more than one blacksmith. Looking at the scale of the blacksmith shop, there are four forging rooms. Metal and charcoal fire in these dog days create a hotter feeling.

Ji Fate is looking back on it, I am afraid that the houses around are actually the homes of these craftsmen.

Thinking about some trivial matters and what to say for a while, I saw a muscular master lying shirtless on a reclining chair and fanning a fan in the outermost bay where farm tools and knives were filled, and Ji Yuan walked quickly and tried. ask.

"This craftsman, may I ask you to forge swords?"

The master fanned his fan and raised his head to look at Ji Yuan, the gentleman in blue shirt with sleeves and robes, and then his gaze focused on the stick behind him for a moment.

"If the sword is broken, our Yanjia shop can help you repair it. After repairing it, it is guaranteed to be easy to use, and it will not be worse than the original. If you want to forge new swords, you can't do it, you can't do it."

"Oh~ What if it's a scabbard?"

The craftsman sat up from the reclining chair and put the fan aside.

"That's fine. You can do it with a wooden sheath or a leather sheath. As long as you have it handy, you can also do it with an iron sheath. If you can afford the money, it's not impossible to use a copper sheath and a silver sheath! What kind of scabbard do you need?"

"I just need a wooden scabbard. It doesn't need to be carefully carved. It's simple and durable."

The craftsman stood up.

"Okay, I'll take you to another place to measure the width, slenderness, length, and length of the blade, weigh it, and then choose the wood."

Ji Yuan nodded and followed, and followed the craftsman to another room with a transparent front and rear. Through the open front and rear doors, he could see the scene of the hot iron in the back.

There are two equally shirtless old masters sitting in the house drinking water and resting. Although it looks like they are over sixty years old, their muscles are not small.

"Guest officer, take off your sword and let me have a look."

Ji Yuan glanced at the two old craftsmen, untied the long sword wrapped in cloth and put it on the table in the house, then removed the blue cloth, revealing the whole picture of the green vine sword.

At this moment, although the body of the Qingteng Sword is rust-free, it is still not transparent. The overall introverted feeling only reveals the coldness at the blade, and the hilt is even more bizarre. It is perfectly entwined with the long sword.

The craftsman couldn't help reaching out to touch the vines on the hilt of the sword. Before his fingers touched it, there was a tingling sensation, which made him have a strange feeling that he didn't dare to touch the blade.

Suppressing the absurd panic in his heart, the craftsman just reached out and touched the hilt of the sword, but fortunately nothing happened, but the touch of the hilt was like a tender green vine, soft and cool.

The two old masters who were resting next to them had already stood up and leaned over to look at the sword curiously.

"Keguan... What kind of name do you have with this sword?"

Ji Yuan showed a seemingly random smile and sounded in a calm voice.

"This sword does have some origins. It was forged in this Yanjia shop about 80 years ago..."

Speaking of this, Ji Yuan paused for a while, and her smile seemed unfathomable. In order to make it heard by many craftsmen before and after, she spoke again with a hint of special power in her voice.

"Sword Name, Qingying!"

For a while, the noisy sound of hammering in the Yan's shop all stopped.

Ji Yuan just looked at the sturdy figures in the forging room at the rear, and then took a closer look at the expressions of the two seniors in the house at the moment.

"Uh...hehe...good name, good name, maybe it was cast by the old masters of the grandfather's generation."

The middle-aged craftsman smiled embarrassedly, took out a ruler to measure the body of the sword, and the two old masters sat back again, but they couldn't help but look at the long sword frequently, and the sound of hammering in the backyard did not return for a long time. Fate can hear some small voices of discussion.

"Master craftsman has not heard the name of this sword?"

Ji Yuan asked with a smile.

"I've never heard of it, but since the guest officer said it was cast here, maybe it's right. You see, the utensils cast by our shop are strong and durable, and they still look like this after 80 years..."

Listening to the middle-aged craftsman gradually recovering from the embarrassment, Ji Yuan felt that maybe they had misunderstood something again. It seems that if they don't reveal something, it won't make a difference. Maybe a white lie would be better.

"Oh, indeed, eighty years is too long, you all forget, even if this was the weapon of Zuoli..."

When the word Zuoli was mentioned, Ji Yuan could clearly feel the middle-aged craftsman's hand shaking slightly while holding the ruler, but Ji Yuan's words were not over yet.

"But you forget, it won't forget, right?"

Ji Yuan's "it" was actually referring to the long sword on the table, and it was at the same moment when the voice fell.

"Om~~~"

The long sword on the table that caused a slight tinnitus rang out.

"K... ka ka..."

The wooden ruler in the middle-aged craftsman's hand was split inch by inch due to the sharp attack, and the craftsman hurriedly withdrew his hands.

"Everyone, I'm not the enemy of the Zuo family, nor do I watch anything, but Zuo Li is kind to me, and I'm not someone who doesn't repay the kindness, so I want to know if there are descendants of the Zuo family, so I can do my best. ."

An old craftsman stood up and looked at the Qingteng sword on the table, suppressed his shock and said decisively.

"Since you have obtained the long sword Qingying, you must have obtained the secret book of Zuo Jianxian, and you are still looking for what the descendants of the Zuo family do. The Zuo family has implicated our Yan family hard enough, anyway, we don't know whether they are dead or not. It's best not to die and have nothing to do with us!"

"That's right, it can be seen that Your Excellency's martial arts are unfathomable, and we can't imagine it with the skill just now, and we don't dare to hide it from you, the Zuo family will definitely be dead!"

The middle-aged craftsman also said the same. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"That's right, the Zuo family should have died a long time ago!" "Yes, they must have died!"

"It has nothing to do with our Yanjia shop anyway!" "Yes..."

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A group of blacksmiths and apprentices who had gathered for some unknown time shouted outside the house. Everyone was filled with righteous indignation. It seemed that they were all Yan family members, and the atmosphere was rather tense.

Ji Yuan was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahaha..."

He looked around at the people around him, and Zhongzheng's clear voice sounded.

"It's no wonder that the Zuo family was so friendly with your Yan family back then. It's been decades since you were still protecting the Zuo family bloodline, which is admirable and admirable!"

After Ji Yuan finished saying these seemingly inexplicable words, she solemnly bowed to all the Yanjia blacksmiths around, causing many people to be surprised and a little disturbed.

"Don't worry, I'm not a person who is chasing fame and fortune, and it's even less likely that I want to get anything from the Zuo family..."

Saying this with a smile, Ji Yuan didn't realize it, but he didn't think that he would use the Xiuxian contempt chain, so he thought about it before continuing to speak.

"Mortal's martial arts doesn't mean much to me. My search for descendants of the Zuo family is just an explanation for Zuo Li, which is decades late."

At the same time as these words that made people wonder and suspicion fell, the ivy sword on the table floated up, revolving around Jiyuan like a living thing, and finally the sword tip was down and suspended in front of Jiyuan.

"Om~~~~"

The long sound of the sword is not only looming, but the sound fluctuates up and down, like a long sword telling the mood.

Others were either stunned or scratched at the bottom of their trousers. Everyone held their breath and couldn't speak. There was only one common thought in their hearts:

'Sword! Fairy! ’