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Chapter 102 Sword is not Sword, Cauldron is not Cauldron

The flagon of the old swordsmith has bottomed out.

He pushed open the door, carrying the flagon in his hand, and walked out of the Jiasanjian furnace.

It was still a bit dark, and there were very few people on the road.

The smooth bluestone slab under the feet is covered with a layer of frost at dawn in the morning, and it is a little slippery.

The old swordsmith slowed down a bit.

Yet another reason to hate mornings.

Behind him, at the end of the winding Butterfly Creek, in the direction of the big river.

There is a round of red sun that has been suppressed all night, and it is struggling to erupt at the end of the dark horizon of the river.

The orange-red Chu Yang stretched out the shadow of the old swordsmith carrying the jug for a long time.

The old swordsmith hated the morning sun, and the noise of things coming to life.

It was like a fly buzzing in his ears all the time, reminding him who hadn't slept all night to keep working.

But a person's daily concentration is limited, and he must sleep to supplement it. The old swordsmith knew this truth very early on.

So now he just wants to go to the breakfast shop to finish his drink early, return to the Jiayi Sword Furnace halfway up the mountain to rest, wake up in the evening, and then forge swords energetically.

He has maintained this routine for more than ten years.

It's just that in the past two days, the old swordsmith spent the first half of the night at the Jiayi Sword Furnace on the mountainside, and in the second half of the night, he would come to the Jiasan Sword Furnace by the river once.

He promised the Liu family that he would make a gadget to solve their troubles.

Fortunately, it's not a problem.

Last night was the last night, and the little thing is now lying in the hot coals, and it will be ready today.

Tomorrow, the old swordsmith doesn't need to come here again, and can continue his business in Jiayi Sword Furnace.

The old swordsmith avoided the right half of the sun-covered street, hunched over, and walked silently in the shadow of the houses on the left.

If you don't like the morning, why do you have to go out to eat and drink in person?

Obviously, just one sentence can make the Liu family in Longcheng vacate a number one sword furnace with a scale of [-] people for him to use alone.

Even if the old swordsmith wants to eat the freshly baked flax cakes in Luoyang Dongshi, the Liu family will hurry up and send him a serving every day that is not too cold.

But the old swordsmith still leaves the sword stove regularly every day, and goes to the shop in the morning market to have breakfast.

In addition to getting used to it a long time ago, it is also because of what the master once said.

It's just that I don't know if it's superstition or customs.

"Boy, do you know that every morning from Maozheng to Chenchu ​​is the time of day when the yang energy is revived.

"Not only will the sword in this furnace silently absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and spontaneously temper it naturally, but we swordsmiths who stay up late also need to replenish this aura.

"Even if you are sleepy, you can't fall asleep right away, you have to go out and do more activities, such as making a pot of wine for the teacher.

"Well, you have to listen to your teacher more, stick to this good habit, and you will definitely live a long life..."

The old swordsmith has forgotten many words of the master, his voice, appearance and appearance have long since been forgotten, leaving only a blurred back of the forging iron, but it was the small talk at the breakfast table that time, which became something he could not remember. The words of many masters.

It's the same as the phrase "myths originate in the mundane world".

It's just that the only regret is.

The master didn't live as long as him, so it seems that he didn't live a long life.

But this does not prevent the old swordsmith from dragging his tired body every morning, going down the mountain on time, eating and drinking.

The only advantage of this Jiasanjian furnace is that it is much closer to the morning market than the Jiayijian furnace on the mountainside.

No one disturbed them all the way, and after a while, the old swordsmith came to the open-air breakfast shop opened by the female fringe workers.

It was just dawn and there were not many people.

And the group of craftsmen who robbed him of his breakfast he met last time, he never met again later, um, maybe they were all sent by the Liu family to repair the gates.

The old swordsmith took the jug again, went to the old seat in the back and sat down, and threw the jug on the table.

He took out eight copper plates and placed them one by one on the greasy, dirty black table.

Behind the shop not far away, Ah Qing, who was wearing a sarong, put down her work, tacitly brought a pot of rice wine, and placed it by the old man's hand.

The little girl put away the copper plate as usual, turned and left with the empty jug.

The old swordsmith didn't go to look at her, and opened the cloth cover of the new pot again, sniffing the smell of wine to refresh himself.

In fact, he is not too tired today.

Because the gadget of the Jiasan Sword Stove was too simple for him.

But I heard from Liu Zian the day before yesterday that it was this little gadget that had already attracted a powerful swordsman with a high rank in Qi training.

The old swordsmith didn't care about this matter, and he didn't feel much emotion about Liu Ziwen and Liu Zian's flattery.

He is a swordsmith, and he is only responsible for making swords.

Don't care about the rest of the world.

As for personal honor and disgrace, glory and wealth...

By the Butterfly Creek back then, those seniors who forged swords for the emperor were so honored and honored.

With the full support of a huge dynasty that has just completed the unification of the North and the South, it is like a rising sun, and the treasures of the world are taken like baht and discarded like sand.

It was the best era, the swordsmiths were carefree, and their conception of the tripod sword was radical and bold.

But that was the worst era, the dream was suddenly broken, looking up, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the world was in chaos. Even if the tripod sword was released, it would be difficult to suppress the chaos of heroes.

Then he fled south with the emperor, the sword furnace was completely destroyed by the Butterfly Creek, and the heads of the swordsmiths fell into the rolling river.

And all kinds of brilliance in the past are like a dream in Nanke.

But it was never death that pained the swordsmith the most.

It is the person who is dead, but the sword has not yet been released.

Because all the truths of the swordsmith, all the emotions, all the emotions, all the words are all on the sword.

Some people say that the end of Qi practitioners is longevity.

The patriarch who left the mythical lineage of the Yue girl, the first generation of the virgin son of Yue, relied on the mythological spirituality to be passed down from generation to generation in the land of Wu and Yue, and achieved a certain sense of longevity.

And the swordsmith who crafts the Dao veins uses the tripod sword left behind to achieve eternal life in the same sense.

In future generations, no matter how powerful the qi trainer or the noble king is, as long as they touch this tripod sword, they must honestly follow the rules set by the swordsmith to use it.

This is more like a kind of inheritance across time and space.

Compared with the Qi trainers who crafted the mythical veins, the swordsmiths with the other eight mythical veins have no lethal power at all.

However, the top killing in this world was designed by the swordsmith!

At an ordinary breakfast stall, the old man silently took a sip of his wine while meditating.

Ah Qing brings a plate of hot steamed rice and puts it in front of him.

The old swordsmith took out some greasy chopsticks, pulled his long beard aside, and began to eat slowly.

The slow look is the same as the little thing cast in the Jiasan sword furnace last night.

With ease.

He even borrowed some elements from a certain tripod sword cast by one of his ancestors last night, and put it on that gadget to make it look a little special.

The Liu family and the swordsman with middle-grade spiritual energy might be surprised and satisfied when they see it.

However, the old swordsmith was not satisfied, because it was meaningless to go on the road that the predecessors walked.

Only the Jiasan Sword Furnace would play like this, which is a kind of tribute to the master.

As for the sword that was quietly lying in the Jiayi sword furnace, what the old swordsmith was doing was much more complicated.

It is far beyond what the Jiasanjian furnace can match.

Also stuck in some kind of bottleneck for a long time.

In fact, this sword could have been released a long time ago, but he has yet to find a satisfactory and perfect solution.

Rather lack rather than abuse.

So the old swordsmith kept pressing it in the furnace.

It was only recently that he had some ideas and decided on a general direction, and he couldn't afford to delay, so there was the last notice not long ago.

But the Liu family didn't know about this.

If he knew, he would have rushed to urge him early.

But the old swordsmith didn't bother to explain to them.

What's the point of walking the old road that the predecessors have walked?
"Why is a sword a sword, why is a tripod a tripod..."

At the open-air table in the downtown area, the old man took a sip of hot soup and murmured softly as if talking to himself, but no one heard him.

In the busy streets in the morning, life is full of different things, everyone does their own things. After Ah Qing served the new guests with plates, she returned to the wooden bench under the shed. Delicately woven sword tassels.

After a while, she seemed to be tired in the middle of the journey. The delicate girl in a sarong temporarily put down her work, thought for a while, took out the "blue butterfly flower" given to her by a young county magistrate, and placed it in the sun.

She had a quiet face, lowered her head to look at it, and touched the small Pythagorean-shaped pieces of paper on the iris with her small hands from time to time.The companions around turned their heads and took a look, but they didn't care, and went about their own business.

At the table not far away, the old swordsmith was lost in thought again for a while. At a certain moment, he shook his head lightly, buried his head in the last bite of breakfast, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

As in the past, the old man got up without saying a word, picked up the jug and left, but when he left the table and turned around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of blue flowers from the corner of his eye.

The next moment, an old man stopped and fell back to his original position. He picked up his chopsticks again and stared quietly at the empty dinner plate.

The surrounding morning market was noisy and lively, and no one noticed this inconspicuous scene...

　Damn it, Ah Qing has a character card, how could it be possible to kill him, the brothers are too cruel, Bang Bang give him two punches! (touch again distressed)

　　
　
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