Chapter 318 Three Rules, Those Who Climb the Mountain Will Die, and the Young Man Who Climbs up Will Die.

Xu Yu held the sword with both hands and slowly put it into the stove.

"If there are cracks in the sword body, it needs to be reforged and tempered with fire to remove its impurities."

As Xu Yu spoke, he took out a small hammer from his arms. This is a tool specially used by swordsmiths to hammer sword blades.

About a quarter of an hour later, Xu Yu raised his hand and waved, and the burned red Shuihan Sword flew in front of him. He held the hammer with one hand and struck against the body of the Shuihan Sword. Every time he struck, Just right, it will not damage the Shuihan Sword, but also remove the impurities in it.

"The sword-making process is a bit long. It will take about seven days. After seven days, you can come back to pick up the sword."

Xu Yu said without raising his head while beating the Shui Han Sword.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu." Ci Song cupped his hands and thanked him.

Xu Yu didn't speak, but focused on striking the Shui Han Sword.

"There are some swordsmanship inheritances on Jianchi Mountain. If you are destined, you may be able to get some opportunities. By the way, if someone comes to my Jianchi Mountain to cause trouble, remember to help me deal with it."

"My rules here are also very simple. The rules are also very simple. Anyone who climbs to the top of Jianchi Mountain will be killed without mercy; anyone who takes action recklessly on Jianchi Mountain will be killed without mercy; anyone who calls out to the mountain will be killed without mercy."

"Um."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Ci Song also wrote down these three rules in his heart, and then the group left Longyin Cave and walked towards Jianchi Mountain.

On the way, Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously: "Brother Ning, do you know this Mr. Xu? What is the extent of his sword-making skills?"

Ning Ping'an smiled and replied: "Nowadays, there are only two swordsmiths in the world who can reach the master level. Ou Yejian and Xu Yu, what level do you think his swordmaking skills have reached?"

Zhuang Diemeng looked shocked, "Only two people in the world can reach the level of master swordsmith?"

"Yes, after all, times have changed. Anyone who can read will choose to read and learn rituals, recite the Four Books and Five Classics a thousand times, and seek the way to learn ink. The blacksmith profession has long been lonely now. People who can reach the level of master swordsmiths , they are all rare, and as for the master level, they are even rarer," Ning Ping'an explained.

"Who is Ou Yejian?" Mo Yao asked curiously from the side.

"Ou Yejian is currently in Xizhou City, Daliang. Almost all the armors and weapons used by our army in Daliang are made by his disciples. He has an easy-going personality and likes to discuss swords with his juniors." Ning Ping'an gave a brief introduction.

"Hey, did I see it wrong? Is there a boy in that place?"

Zhuang Diemeng pointed at a figure not far away. After hearing this, everyone looked in the direction of Zhuang Diemeng's finger. Sure enough, there was a young man wearing a light blue gown walking forward slowly, limping. Walking on a crook, he was about the same height as Ci Song and handsome, but his face was a little pale, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do, so why not go over and have a look." Ci Song said to everyone and walked over first.

"Little brother, I see that your face is a little pale and you seem to be feeling unwell?"

Zhuang Diemeng took the lead and walked to the young man's side. Looking at the young man's pale face, he asked curiously.

When the young man saw a few people coming over, he was slightly startled, and then he looked at them warily. He seemed to be a little afraid of strangers, and when he saw Ci Song and the others approaching, he immediately put on a defensive posture.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" the young man asked warily.

"We? We were passing by here. We were a little curious when we saw you here alone, so we came over to ask." Zhuang Diemeng looked at the young man and said with a smile.

When the young man heard this, the vigilant look on his face softened slightly, "Are you really just passing by? I don't have anything valuable on me."

"Little brother, you misunderstood, we didn't mean to steal your things." Ci Song explained from the side.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Song was at a loss for words for the word "Uh" and didn't know how to answer.

"We were just wandering around Jianchi Mountain. We didn't mean anything malicious." Mo Yao said from the side.

"Are you really just passing by?" The young man looked at a few people and said coldly.

"Everyone in South Korea knows that no one is allowed to appear on Jianchi Mountain, and anyone who violates it will be killed. Are you just hanging out here, are you even risking your lives?"

Hearing this, Ci Song replied: "Of course I know that this is the rule set by Mr. Xu, but you remember one thing wrong. I still remind you that anyone who reaches the top of Jianchi Mountain will be killed without mercy. Instead of killing climbers without mercy.”

"Of course I know this rule. I came here just to go up the mountain."

After that, the young man walked towards the mountain alone, ignoring the others.

"What a strange young man. He said he would die if he climbed to the top of Jianchi Mountain. Why did he still go up the mountain?" Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously.

"He was injured, and it was a serious injury." Ci Song replied calmly.

Zhuang Diemeng looked at Ci Song in confusion, his big eyes flashing with surprise, "Ah? How did you know?"

"Thanks to you for still improving people's cultivation, haven't you noticed that his talent has been leaking out?"

"ah?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Diemeng looked at the young man's back carefully and found that his talent had been leaking out. Although it was weak, he could still feel its presence.

"This" Zhuang Diemeng looked at Ci Song in shock. She had never thought that Ci Song's observation ability was so amazing. Moreover, the cultivation of this young man was only that of a boy. The talent he could store was rare. If you don't observe carefully, you can't detect it at all.

"His injury is a new one. Although his clothes are relatively neat, his hair is very messy. Obviously, he just changed his clothes not long ago. I guess he chose to come to Jianchi Mountain for refuge." Ning Ping'an said slowly.

"Refuge? Refuge with death?" Zhuang Diemeng said puzzledly.

Hearing this, Ci Song was speechless for a while. Zhuang Diemeng's IQ was always high and low. He sighed deeply and said, "Is there a possibility that he was hunted by his enemies and would die if he didn't go up the mountain, so he chose to come here to fight for a chance of survival?"

"That makes sense." Zhuang Diemeng nodded.

"Have you seen a sickly young man in light blue clothes?"

A powerful voice reached the ears of Ci Song and others. They turned around and saw three men appear in front of them.

They were wearing emerald green robes, which were very similar to Confucian robes. They wore high crowns on their heads and looked like scholars. However, they exuded a murderous aura and were very arrogant towards Ci Song and others.

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