Chapter 123 The Interplay of the Morning Sun and the Evening Sun, Forging a Top-Grade Sword, the Swallows Return to Their Nests

There is a slight drizzle, the plum rain season has just arrived, and the air is filled with the fragrance of unripe plums.

The scenery of Jinguan City is not inferior to that of Jiangling Mansion. In addition, Jianchi Palace has a special status in this city, so King Jiangling also purchased property in this city.

There are all kinds of luxurious decorations such as carved beams and painted pillars, rockery pavilions, nine-curved corridors and so on. In a luxurious courtyard, a pavilion stands quietly in the center of a small pond, and the water is shining everywhere.

There were three people sitting quietly in the pavilion. They were King Jiangling in Confucian robes, the second prince Zhao Pei with cracks in the golden sand between his eyebrows, and Li Qingchuan, a real person from the Tianshi Mansion in Taoist robes.

There is a charcoal stove burning in the pavilion. There is a pot of wine exuding bright and ruddy color on the stove. The wine is warming on the charcoal stove and slowly heating up.

King Jiangling picked up one or two plums and put them into the red wine. The plums rolled and emitted a slightly sour and sweet smell, which mixed with the aroma of the wine.

"The news has spread. This son's reputation has been spread throughout the world. He was the leader of both the civil and military examinations in front of the Chunwei Palace. He became the number one scholar in the largest Zhao Dynasty for the shortest time. In addition, before Chunwei, he was questioned about fraud. , extradited Haoran in front of the Prime Minister of Qin, his reputation in the world is not weak. "

"Now, the sword bell of Jianchi Palace is ringing thirty-six times, attracting the unborn old sword master with a clear sword heart, the future treasure of Jianchi Palace."

The second prince sat on the hollow stone bench with a faint smile on his face.

"I heard that in the Hell Palace of Xiliang Kingdom, some ghosts from Hell Palace are already interested. They came across the river in person, hoping to collect this son's corpse and sacrifice it to the corpse puppet."

King Jiangling and Zhenren Li smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"As a well-known demon sect in the world, the Hell Palace is regarded as the state religion by the Xiliang Kingdom, and it is even more prosperous. This Hell Palace specializes in killing geniuses, using ghost magic, evil skills, and all kinds of tricks."

"Being targeted by ghosts from hell will give Anle a headache."

As a Taoist sect, the Tianshi Mansion naturally has no dealings with the Hell Mansion, and is disgusted with some of the methods of the Hell Mansion. However, it has to be admitted that the Hell Mansion has the support of the entire Xi Liang Kingdom and has become the national religion of Xi Liang. It has risen and is not weak to Heaven. Teacher's house.

"It's useless to think so much. Anle only needs one day in Jinguan City. No, it should be said that one day in Shuzhong. The ghosts in the hell palace will definitely not dare to take action. They don't even dare to show up and want Anle's life. , everyone must be waiting for the old uncle to go north and Anle leave Lin'an Mansion. "

"However, the most indispensable thing for the ghost agents of Hell Palace is patience. They can afford to wait. It is said that a ghost agent of Hell Palace can wait for ten years to assassinate a target."

King Jiangling said with a chuckle.

He picked up the boiling plum wine and poured it for the second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren.

The scarlet wine liquid swirled in the celadon cup, exuding something strange.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, took a sip. The sweet and sour taste of the plums, mixed with the sweetness of the wine, instantly burst into his mouth.

"Does it taste good?"

King Jiangling said elegantly and with a smile.

"Good wine." The second prince Zhao Pei said truthfully.

Taoist Li Qingchuan also took a sip: "It is indeed a good wine. I have never drunk it before. I heard that King Jiangling likes to make wine and is a good wine maker. Now that I drink it, it is indeed well-deserved."

When the King of Jiangling heard the two's compliments and saw the scarlet red on their lips after drinking, he couldn't help but reveal a soft smile.

"It's just a false name. Brewing is purely a personal hobby. I don't care about these false names."

"It tastes good. Please drink more."

King Jiangling smiled.

The plum rain poured down and fell on the black tiles of the Xianting Pavilion, making a soft rustling sound.

Suddenly.

King Jiangling's drinking movement paused, and an invisible heat wave swept across in ripples of shock waves at extremely fast speeds, forming a wind that spread throughout the pavilion.

King Jiangling's Confucian shirt was flying. He frowned and raised his head to look in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

The second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren of Tianshi Mansion also looked over.

But I saw a red hot air rolling up into the sky, and the plum rain that was falling all over the sky was evaporated, forming a rosy scene reflecting the red light curtain.

A surging sword energy and sword intention swarmed out and stirred in the depths of Jianchi Lake.

The second prince Zhao Pei and Taoist Li Qingchuan from the Tianshi Mansion have not yet understood what happened and are confused.

On the other hand, King Jiangling, who often dealt with Jianchi Palace, narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The furnace exploded... No, this power is not like an ordinary furnace. With such a heat wave, only the sword-making furnace of Wang Yansheng, the world's best swordsmith, can suppress such fairy fire!"

"Wang Yansheng knows how to blow up a furnace? Impossible...unless he begins to make a desperate attempt to make a final impact on the sword that has been fighting for decades!"

"Wang Yansheng wants to forge a first-class sword!"

A first-grade sword? !

The second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren of the Tianshi Mansion were immediately horrified when they heard this.

It is not easy to reach the first rank of swords in the world, but those who reach the first rank of extreme swords are all the best in the world!

King Jiangling frowned.

Wang Yansheng had been struggling for decades, so why did he risk everything to attack the first-grade sword today?

Such a heat wave meant that the sword-forging furnace exploded and there was no way back.

As soon as Anle rang the thirty-sixth bell, Wang Yansheng was about to forge a first-grade sword.

Coincidence?

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The exploding sword-making furnace seemed to have extremely suppressed sword energy roaring out from it.

The sword-making furnace, which has produced countless swords, is an extraordinary object. If calculated according to the grade, it can be regarded as a third-grade magic weapon.

Although it is not a real magic weapon, too many precious swords have been born in this sword-making furnace. As the first sword-making master in Jianchi Lake, Wang Yansheng has a noble status and qualifications that are difficult for ordinary sword-making masters to match. Therefore, his sword-making furnace can be said to be the sword-making furnace that produces the most precious swords.

And now, this sword-making furnace has exploded. The sword energy and the spirit of the sword contained in each ray of the precious swords that have been produced are all unrestricted at this moment, sweeping and whistling, causing a strong wind in the sword-making workshop!

As the sword embryo, which was burning red and seemed to be still flowing on the surface, moved out of the sword-making furnace and fell under the big iron hammer that Anle stretched his muscles and swung.

The heavy hammer, which was swung up heavily, fell down with a bang. The hot air seemed to be distorted. When the heavy hammer fell, it made an incomprehensible whimper, like a sword-qi baby still in its cradle, making a miserable whimper.

Even Anle's heart trembled, and he felt a little weak. He couldn't bear to drop the hammer.

"Keep your mind! Smash it!"

"Don't hesitate! The most important thing now is to forge the sword!"

"Everything is false, everything is illusory!"

"Smash it!"

"Smash it!!!"

However, when Anle's heart trembled slightly, Wang Yansheng's sonorous and powerful voice exploded in his ears.

It swept away all Anle's chaotic thoughts.

Anle's blood and qi surged again, and the blood and qi that were tempered became stronger and stronger. At this moment, it roared like an angry beast.

The profound meaning of the ancient monster five animals was diffused around at this moment!

A hammer smashed down, hitting the flowing sword embryo that was integrated into Wang Yansheng's control, swept over, and integrated into the iron embryo of the Yuanling Essence!

Dang——

There was a loud noise, and it swept like a storm in an instant. Indistinctly, it seemed that there were invisible waves of fire, densely spreading and impacting the surroundings!

Even Anle, the instigator, felt his eardrums burst at this moment, and blood oozed out!

A shrill cry came from the sword embryo on the sword casting platform.

Anle's hammer seemed to hit the baby's body instead of the sword embryo!

At the same time.

Wang Yansheng dropped the hammer without hesitation, and with a crisp sound, Anle swept away all the confusion and softness in his heart.

On the side of the sword furnace, Wan Jieliu, who was controlling the temperature of the earth fairy fire, was dumbfounded.

Even... his eyes were about to burst!

"Teacher!"

Wan Jieliu roared.

But in response to him, Wang Yansheng shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

"Get out if you don't want to do it!"

Wan Jieliu shut up immediately, not daring to say more, even if he was scolded by the teacher, he had no regrets.

He knew how critical this moment was. That was the sword embryo that had been tempered for decades, and Wang Yansheng planned to use it to impact the foundation of the first-grade sword.

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However, today, Wang Yansheng did not hesitate to blow up the furnace to take out the sword embryo, and merged it into the sword embryo hammered by Anle.

Too crazy, too decisive!

Once failed, decades of hard work will be wasted, and the possibility of forging a first-grade sword will be completely lost, and perhaps he will regret it for the rest of his life!

Even if it succeeds, this first-grade sword does not belong to Wang Yansheng, but to Anle!

Wan Jieliu's heart was trembling. He never thought that the teacher would take this step and make such a decision!

However, he had no right to dissuade him, and he couldn't dissuade him.

Wan Jieliu's eyes turned red in an instant. He knew too well what this meant.

There is a trace of fate between heaven and earth, and the teacher is going to grasp this trace of fate!

And this fate is in the young man who is forging a sword for the first time!

Dare not speak anymore, dare not say more.

He naturally didn't want to get out. Now at such a moment and opportunity, he also had to do his best, even if... just controlling the fire.

Wan Jie Liu directly concentrated his mind and began to control the earth's core fire that was surging due to the explosion of the furnace without regrets.

Outside the sword-making workshop, everyone was stunned.

This young man... What a face he has, he actually asked two sword-making masters to assist him!

The sword-making masters of Jianchi Palace were all trembling in their hearts, thinking that Wang Yansheng was crazy. What was the difference between such a move and madness?

The first-grade ultimate sword, how many sword-making masters must pursue in their lives?

However, Wang Yansheng actually bet everything on a young man!

Su Muzhe's face changed drastically, and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting's eyes were not shocked, but complicated.

Perhaps, only Zhao Huangting understood Wang Yansheng's mood at the moment.

Although Wang Yansheng's deadline has not yet arrived, it will soon. He has not broken through the ten realms, so he can only bet everything to make the future without regrets.

When a ray of fate passes by, if you cannot grasp it, you will live in regret for the rest of your life and will never find another chance.

Just like Zhao Huangting, he wanted to fight to get his thoughts clear and to have a good fight.

It was just to make his life complete and regret-free.

Even if Wang Yansheng really failed to forge the sword, at least Wang Yansheng had been crazy about it and fought for it.

Because he fought, he had no regrets.

Zhao Huangting smiled and looked at the old man with silver sword hair in the sword-making workshop, who was sweating profusely and exuding a brilliant light in his eyes, as if he had regained his youthful mind. The fire of Nirvana suppressed by the heart sword seemed to be beating constantly, wanting to rush out and burn everything.

Zhao Huangting closed his eyes, feeling the beating, every bit of it was burning the flame of his life, but his heart was moved in a different way.

That was the most splendid portrayal of his life.

The pictures of the years flashed before his eyes, listening to the hammering sound of throwing everything away, without regrets, grasping that trace of fate, and doing his best to forge the sword.

Zhao Huangting's heart was inexplicably filled with emotions.

Everyone was shocked, only he was laughing.

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Anle felt that his hammer swinging movements were numb.

The blood seemed to be frozen and frozen by the sword energy, unable to circulate at all, and the innate spiritual energy in the dantian was suppressed by the sword energy and could not flow at all!

This sword energy was too terrible, just the sword energy flowing out of the sword embryo made him unable to resist!

Each of his hammer swings was extremely difficult. If he didn't have the Tongshen Sword Body, he would not even have the ability to swing the hammer.

The soul was trembling, and the heart sword embryo under him seemed to be baptized by the sword energy, hammered and tempered. Even if Anle failed in this sword forging, his harvest was huge.

Because his heart sword embryo was almost formed at this moment, and the heart sword embryo he obtained from the sword waterfall diagram was still far from being truly formed.

However, the sword forging in these days not only forged the real sword, but also the heart sword in the sword furnace.

Maybe, in a short time, it will be able to truly present the shape of the heart sword!

"Hammer!!!"

A roar pulled Anle's mind back, and Anle's soul opened his eyes, like an immortal god with angry eyes.

The heart sword embryo exuded brilliance, allowing Anle to regain control of his body and hammer again!

Dang-ding!

Dang-ding!

The momentum was rising and rising!

It was like in the vast sea, wave after wave piled up, and finally turned into a terrifying wave dozens of feet high!

Although the old swordsmith Wang Yansheng was still assisting Zuo Anle, every roar of his would pull Anle back from the edge of losing his mind!

Blood oozed out of Anle's pores, which was the change of his physique after being tempered. With each hammer, blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

At this moment, he was under too much pressure!

The first-class sword embryo, the recoil and pressure he endured with each hammer was more powerful than the total force he had hammered out in the previous five days and five nights!

However, Anle's body seemed to emit a brilliant sword chant, and the sword body made Anle's sword energy transparent, penetrating from top to bottom, and venting all these forces.

Boom!

The ground was covered with dense spider webs, the whole sword workshop was shaking, cracks climbed up the wall, and even spread outside the earth!

Every hammer was accompanied by two consecutive knocking sounds.

The cracks in the ground increased and spread outward!

Another hammer fell, and the roof instantly cracked and exploded, but strangely, the broken roof did not fall downwards, but was washed away by the powerful sword energy, and turned into countless broken tiles and dust, scattered around.

The wall was broken, the tiles flew away, and only the two figures exposed between heaven and earth, facing the sword furnace and hammering, were left.

A young man, an old man.

Vigorous and vigorous, and fading away.

It was like the contrast between the morning sun and the setting sun, and the encounter and singing of spring and cicadas.

Everything between heaven and earth was silent at this moment, leaving only the posture of the young man and the old man swinging the hammer, and the hammering sound that exploded in the world!

The sword embryo was completely fused into a palm-wide sword, and it was not a thin sword just from the sword embryo.

Different from Qingshan, and even more different from Mochi.

Indistinctly, there was a sense of desolation, a unique meaning spreading!

The thousand-pound hammer fell again, and the sword embryo, which was like a flowing slurry, no longer made a baby-like cry, and gradually became silent.

The sword energy that was whistling and pouring around the sword furnace all rushed up to the sky, and then flowed back to the sword embryo like a backflow. At this moment, this sword seemed to be the center of the collapsed magnetic field.

Anle's green shirt suddenly exploded, revealing his slender but strong upper body. Every time he hammered, the ancient scripture characters on his body would appear a little, which looked quite strange.

The green mountain on his waist trembled slightly, and Mo Chi had already dared not move.

Facing the first-grade extreme sword that was about to take shape, even though Mo Chi was now a fourth-grade sword, he still dared not move at all in the face of absolute suppression in terms of grade!

"It's almost there!"

"Don't relax! Keep going!"

Wang Yansheng's eyes sparkled, and at this moment, his face showed endless peace.

He held the hammer and continued to hammer after Anle every time, supporting Anle's hammer strength.

The silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies, and the candle will not stop shedding tears until it burns out.

The old man seemed to have used up all his life's glory to help forge this peerless first-class sword!

As the old man opened and closed his eyes, he seemed to see his life of sword-making on the sword blank.

He was only five years old when he picked up the iron hammer and began to forge the iron blank.

Day after day, the sound of hammering ran through his entire life.

Now he has lived for more than five hundred years. From the age of five to more than five hundred years old, he has forged countless swords. Perhaps at the end of his life, he will forge a dream sword!

Anle's heart sword shone brightly, the sword furnace clanged continuously, and the sword energy boiled.

He pursed his lips and kept hammering the hammer. This was the only thing he could do now!

His body was already covered with blood, and the brilliant ancient scriptures seemed to be obscured and unclear, but Anle's eyes were bright!

The old man assisted Anle in hammering, but his face was full of nostalgia, nostalgia for his boring but passionate life of sword-making.

When the last ray of sword energy flowed into the sword blank lying quietly in the cracked sword-making furnace.

Wang Yansheng only had one picture in front of him.

Amidst the flying snow, the five-year-old boy picked up the iron hammer for the first time and hammered the sword blank on the sword furnace.

That was the beginning of the fate between the child and sword-making.

Like a young swallow returning to the nest.

The old man couldn't help but put a gentle smile on his lips.

When Anle swung the thousand-pound hammer, the old man silently lowered his hand holding the hammer and took a step back, full of relief and unrestrained, watching Anle's giant hammer cut through the shocking arc, and finally hit the sword blank in the sword-making furnace fiercely.

Buzz——

A high-pitched sword chant suddenly resounded from the sword furnace!

Everyone's sword seemed to be trembling.

Then, a sword light could be seen rising from the exploded sword-making furnace.

It was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, a fish leaping into the vast sea!

The great roc soared straight up to the ninth heaven!

Everyone raised their heads, and saw that the flying sword rushed into the sea of ​​clouds. In an instant, countless electric currents surged, and thunder struck and baptized.

The evening clouds were dispersed, and the clouds and rain stopped.

In the Jianchi Palace, everyone raised their heads, and in Jinguan City, everyone looked up.

See the peerless divine sword dancing in the sky and stirring the electric dragon!

In front of the ruined and shattered sword-making workshop, magma rolled out of the two exploded sword-making furnaces, and the earth fairy fire was surging.

However, the old man Wang Yansheng looked up at the wanton and unruly sword in the sky with a smile on his face.

Wang Yansheng's momentum rose steadily.

Carrying Anle, he ascended to the sky, as if standing in the clouds.

The sword came out of the sword furnace, the cold light frightened the bull!

Looking at this sword that was still hazy with steam.

The old man chuckled and said: "Anle, this sword was forged by you and me, and it is also your first sword. You are the main force, and I am the auxiliary. Before entering the sword pool to quench the sword, the name of the sword should be given by you."

"But, I have tempered this sword for decades. Now the sword is finally made. From now on, the sword will follow you, but I would like to ask for a chance to be famous for the sword."

In the air, Wang Yansheng's sword hair flew with silver threads, accompanied by the sword with a cold light and thunder.

Bowed to Anle.

Seeing this, Anle hurriedly returned the greeting: "Senior, you are too kind. The key to this sword is to refine the sword embryo for decades. I am just the icing on the cake."

"The name of the sword should be chosen by the senior."

Anle naturally knows how to advance and retreat. If he relies on his own strength, he can't even forge a second-grade sword, let alone this sword.

Wang Yansheng smiled gratefully when he heard it.

Then, he looked at the sword, raised his hand, and grabbed the rough hilt that had not been finely carved.

Instantly, countless electric currents flowed, and the majestic sword energy swept, the old man's clothes fluttered, and his frost hair and sword temples were agitated.

The old man gently stroked the sword that was still extremely hot. It can be seen that there are lines intertwined on the sword, with clouds, ancient dan, flying swallows, and a child swinging a hammer with joy at the success of sword forging... It's very strange.

The old man's eyes became softer.

Anle looked at the old man and the sword, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Senior, what is the name of this sword?"

The old man tapped the sword with his fingers.

The sword sings like a swallow's cry, and it is graceful and graceful. It brings back the dream of youth, and the original intention is not forgotten.

"This sword is called..."

"Swallow Returns to the Nest."

ps: This is a simple name of the sword, and no one should guess it. Please support me with monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!