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Duan Wang looked at Yu Sheng, a little surprised, he didn't expect Yu Sheng to show him an unfinished sword.Duan Wang said: "I don't know how to forge swords, so I ask you to clarify my doubts."

Yu Sheng's expression didn't change, he walked slowly to the edge of the sword pond, looked at Wentian intently, and asked Duan Wang: "What kind of sword does His Majesty Duan want?"

Without even thinking about it, King Duan immediately said, "Naturally it is the best sword."

Yu Sheng didn't look back and said: "The best sword has not yet appeared."

Duan Wang smiled: "Isn't this sword the best?"

Hearing such praise, Yu Sheng didn't laugh, but his expression became more serious: "No, at least not yet."

Duan Wang also put away his smile: "Then how can we let it be?"

Yu Sheng's eyes are patrolling the sky back and forth, as if he wants to keep it firmly in mind inch by inch: "The best sword has a spirit, and Wentian doesn't have one yet!"

Duan Wang said nonchalantly, "Then give it a spirit."

Yu Sheng laughed, just like what a funny joke King Duan said: "Heh! The spirit comes from two places. First, the sword and its master have been together for a long time, and it is contaminated with the master's anger and thoughts, thus producing a spirit. However, this This method will take a long time. I am afraid that His Majesty Duan is dead, and the sword spirit may not be conceived. Even if it can be conceived, it is mostly because the master has a deep obsession, and most of the spirits born in this way are evil spirits. , the sword is not considered a good sword.”

King Duan then asked, "What about the second one?"

Yu Sheng replied: "Secondly, the reincarnated person sacrifices the sword with the sword pool, and sacrifices the sword with the soul. The soul dies, and the sword spirit emerges. I have never heard of those who are willing to die for the sword. If the person who dies for the sword is unwilling, then It is not a good sword to produce a fierce spirit."

Yu Sheng suddenly turned his head, stared straight at King Duan, and asked, "I don't know how His Majesty King Duan wants to give birth to a sword spirit?"

Duan Wang hesitated under his gaze, but he didn't speak.

Yu Sheng didn't look at Duan Wang again, he climbed the steps of Jianchi, standing in front of Jianchi, he lowered his eyes to look at the glowing red charcoal fire below, the high temperature made his strands of hair turn brown He said, "Do you know the lifelong pursuit of a swordsmith?"

He didn't wait for King Duan to say anything, he looked into the distance, as if he remembered something, and said to himself: "We who make swords should spend our lives casting the sword of heaven and earth!" This is what Yu Sheng's father told him, When I brought him here for the first time, I told him along with the "Sword Tomb".

Duan Wang had a strange expression on his face for a moment, and he said hastily, "You..."

Yu Sheng turned around and interrupted Duan Wang's words.There was no excessive emotion in his eyes, only calm, Gujing without waves, he said softly: "You can't make a decision, I will help you."

Yu Sheng faced King Duan and fell backwards. At that moment, it was like a five-fold slow-motion shot in a movie.With his eyes closed, his face was soft, and he even had some faint smiles, like a white butterfly slowly falling into the fire, cruel and beautiful.

"Yu Sheng!" Duan Wang ran towards Yu Sheng, trying to pull him out of the sword pool that was close at hand, a little closer, Duan Wang tried his best to reach out for Yu Sheng, their fingers touched at that moment, Duan Wang He even felt the temperature of Yu Sheng's fingertips.One is calm and handsome, the other is hasty and resolute. With the red light behind him, if time stops at this one, the heavens will be amazed.

Then, the slow-moving movie shot returned to normal speed. Before Duan Wang could remember the temperature at that moment, the rest of his life was engulfed in flames.

Duan Wang knelt and sat by the sword pool, a little absent-minded, Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng, what a wayward person!

King Duan stayed in the sword mound for a long time, so long that he didn't know how long, until the charcoal fire in the sword pond was extinguished.He took away Wentian and all the wine under the old tree in the bamboo house, and then left alone.

He returned to King Duan's court and became King Duan feared by everyone, controlling the life and death of people in the world, and possessing all the wealth and power in the world.

Everyone envied him that he was a man above all others, he could control the world when he was awake, and he could lie on the knees of beauties when he was drunk.

But he was happiest when he was in the bamboo house, drinking wine under the moonlight, playing the piano and sword together.In the small town, he wrote letters for others and shared rice candy. He didn't like sweet things that much, but what Yu Sheng gave him was surprisingly delicious.

This is the freedom that he did not have in his two lifetimes combined, no responsibility, no family, only himself, only happiness.

When he couldn't fall asleep, he would also think of Yu Sheng, the arrogance and wisdom he saw at first, the cleverness and friendliness later, and the calm and seriousness when he returned to casting swords. This is a man worthy of admiration.He has ideals, pursuits, wisdom, and the courage he should have to pursue.What King Duan envied the most was his freedom and freedom. If he could in the next life, he also wanted to be an unrestrained person.

He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, even when his father gave him the "Ten World", he didn't believe in it, but because of his father's order, he kept wearing it on his body.

Now, he often wipes Wentian, not because he loves this famous sword that is the best in the world, but because he feels that Yu Sheng might really become a sword spirit, always by his side, after all, he is now in the "Ten Worlds" is the best explanation.

Sometimes, he would also talk to the sword, not to Wentian, but to Yu Sheng. He really regarded Yu Sheng as a person he could make friends with. People here don’t understand him, and those who understand him are gone. , who else can I talk to except this little old thing left?

Later, King Duan gradually aged, his figure was not as tall and straight as before, his temples had white hair, and his skin began to loosen, but he was still the decisive King Duan.

One day, Duan Wang felt a little powerless, he picked up Wentian again, and wiped it slowly with a cloth towel, little by little, for an hour.He looked at Wentian's sharp sword, and said to himself: "I'm old too! You still look like a 20-year-old, but you don't look like a friend, you look like a grandparent." It was clear to whom it was said.

After all, he looked at the sky quietly for a while, and then put the sword back into the scabbard as if he had decided on something.

He ordered the waiters below: "Go, call all the young masters."

King Duan still sat at the top, looking at the sons below.He has never established a wife all his life, and none of the sons sitting next to him is a legitimate son, and naturally it is even less likely that there will be a candidate for the eldest son to inherit the new Duanwang throne.

He looked at his sons with benevolent eyes. These children were taught and brought up by himself. Although the "tenth world" is not the real world, everything in it may not be countable, but when facing his family, he is always tender .

He said straight to the point: "You should all know the reason why I called you here today."

No one interrupted, they all listened quietly, well-bred.But there is a trace of luck and forbearance on everyone's face, also, no one can not be moved by the huge attraction of power.

King Duan glanced over everyone's faces, and then said: "The widow is old, and I can't escape the fate. It's good that I go back, but Duan country still needs a wise master."

King Duan paused for a moment, feeling that the people sitting below him were so different, he couldn't help but think of Yu Sheng's calm and self-possessed look when he first met him.

In fact, regarding the issue of the next heir, he had thought about it a long time ago. In this age where the seniority is very strict, everyone thinks that the throne of King Duan should naturally be passed on to the eldest son, but his eldest son is kind-hearted and has more than prestige. Insufficient, it is really not very good at national strategy.He must have prepared earlier!

King Duan looked at the letter of enactment in front of him, and then said: "After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to make my son Hua the crown prince."

It is true that everyone's complexion is different at this remark.Gong Zihua's complexion became more and more red, and his whole expression was tense, obviously trying his best to restrain his excitement, but unfortunately, he was still too immature, his raised eyebrows and the corners of his mouth betrayed him.As for the other sons who were not selected, some were disappointed, some were faintly dissatisfied, and the eldest son was blushing, obviously slapping him hard for taking the throne for granted.

Duan Wang just watched everyone's performance from above quietly, without saying a word.

This time he bypassed the eldest son and directly handed over the position of crown prince to the third son, Gongzi Hua. There must be many people in the court who disagreed.But he doesn't want to control it anymore, and he can't control it anymore. If Gong Zihua can't clean up this situation, then he doesn't have to be the crown prince.The road to the future, after all, they have to walk on their own.

Duan Wang was a little tired, and as he got older, he felt more and more tired.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, waved his hands, and said, "Everyone, step back!"

That night, the death knell sounded in the entire court of Duan Kingdom, and King Duan died in his bedroom. He lay quietly on the bed, stopped breathing, and his face was serene, as if he had seen through life and death, and then passed away as a fairy.

There was a group of people kneeling under his bed, from the side of his bed to the outside of the bedroom, everyone's eyes were red and swollen, and they were crying unceasingly.

The last sentence of King Duan before his death was: "Put Wentian in my coffin, I only need this funeral object, and forget about the others."

After his death, the world has nothing to do with him, so why bother to ask for gold, silver and jewelry, and living slaves to be buried with him.

What is really connected with him is to accompany him to spend the rest of his life in the tenth life, but the rest of his life is dead, and what is related to the rest of his life, he only has "Wen Tian" left.

On the night of King Duan's death, it was clear and breezy, the moon was thin and the stars were sparse, it was a good time to drink under the moon.