"I have always been a beginning and an end. I have taught you sword skills and protected you for so many years. If you wait for a few more months, I will give you a sword."

Ye Qi raised his lips and said, "You know, ordinary swords are useless to me, just like your sword."

Sigu Jian glared at Ye Qi, stood up and said, "Is it useful? Come with me."

...

A carriage left the low mountain and followed the main street of Dongyi City to the City Lord's Mansion. The City Lord's Mansion was extremely large and occupied an area of ​​about two yards in the city. There were countless tall buildings in the courtyards in the mansion, and the guard was extremely strict.

After watching a carriage coming from a distance, the soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion opened the door wide and moved the door away from the threshold. The carriage slowly drove past with a hard and hard land.

The soldiers did not dare to speak, but they even stopped breathing. The first time they saw this carriage, but they knew the person who drove the car, the twelfth disciple of Jianlu, who could drive with the second generation of Jianlu disciples in Dongyi City, only the one who lived deep in Jianlu's thatched house.

The carriage followed the wide stone path in the city lord's mansion and headed straight to the backyard. After a tea time, it stopped in a side yard.

Ye Qigang got off the car, and the frequency was not fast. The sound of a weak iron was heard in his ears. The sound of each hammer was different. Ye Qi turned around and looked at Shierlang in confusion.

Shierlang pointed to a rockery in the side courtyard and said, "You will know when you go."

The rockery is not a real rockery. After Shierlang turned a very inconspicuous stone pillar a few times, the rockery shook and then a stone door was exposed.

Several people walked into the stone gate, and the sound of ironwork gradually became harsh and loud. After walking in the narrow underground corridor for a long time, several people stopped in front of a brightly lit stone chamber.

Under the terrifying heat wave, countless naked blacksmiths carried huge hammers on a high platform and hit a red iron piece. Each of them exerted great force, so each person could only knock out one hammer in a short time.

Yun Zhilan, Li Bohua and several ninth-grade disciples of Jianlu stood behind the blacksmith, and from time to time they would cross to the iron sheet into an inner breath.

Seeing that the master and the uncle came, they had never stopped to salute.

"This sword must be sharp and hard." Sigu Jian said to Ye Qi who was frowning.

Ye Qi was still puzzled and asked, "How sharp should it be?"

"It can break through things that can be broken, such as the strongest armor in Qing Kingdom, and the vast internal force as the sea."

Ye Qi was a little clear, and snorted coldly and said, "So that's it."

"You know, if this sword was not sharp in my hand," Sigu Jian said embarrassedly.

Ye Qi ignored Sigujian and walked behind a group of blacksmiths to see the still-red iron sheet. He had excellent eyesight and almost made sure something was confirmed after a glance. This iron sheet was very expensive.

Sigu Jian walked beside him and said proudly: "It's worth half the silver of Dongyi City."

"In the whole world, maybe you, Sigujian, can calmly take out so much money to cast a sword."

...

After coming to the side courtyard of the city lord's mansion, Ye Qi and Sigu Jian lived, and both of them had to wait for the sword to be cast.

A few months later, rain began to float on Dongyi City. Because the rain was so heavy, countless raindrops seemed to be connected into water curtains. The sound of irons in the side courtyard disappeared five days ago, but no one walked out of the rockery.

In front of a pavilion in the side courtyard, Ye Qi leaned against the railing, listening to the sound of rain, Sigu Jian had already fallen asleep on the short table.

At some point, the door hidden in the rockery opened. Yun Zhilan held a long sheathed sword. When he saw the uncle and his master, he jumped up with excitement and jumped into the pavilion.

Sigu Jian woke up by the movement and was about to scold who dared to disturb his Qingmeng, but when he saw his apprentice holding the sword, his anger faded a little.

"Master, uncle, I will never let down my fate, and the sword will be completed." His voice was very weak, but it was also true. Anyone who squanders the true energy in his body without counting it all day long will be weak.

Sigu Jian took the sword, patted Yun Zhilan's shoulder with relief, and said, "You go and rest."

After waiting for Yun Zhilan to leave, Sigu Jian handed the sword to Ye Qi and said, "Try it."

Ye Qi pulled out the sword, and the sword body was as clear as if it was not contained in a trace of impurities. Compared with the ink-black hilt, it was like a clear spring in the mud swamp.

Then he pushed the bead curtain in the pavilion away and cut a sword across the other rockery in the courtyard, and then the rockery broke into two pieces from the middle.

"Sharp enough."

Sigu Jian looked at the rockery and said, "It should be coming soon that day."

"I got it, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Ye Qi stepped on his sword at his waist, and his white clothes disappeared into the continuous rain curtain.

...

It has been raining in Kyoto, Qingguo, these days, but the rain is not as heavy as Dongyicheng, because Qingguo is in the south. Even though the rain makes the weather cooler, it will still be a little stuffy in the house. So Mr. Fan Jianfan, who is in a good mood recently, waved his hand and set the lunch location today in the flower hall of Fan Mansion.

The Fan Mansion Flower Hall is built by the pool in the mansion, with no walls around it. The cool breeze when the rain is just blowing in the hall, making people feel extremely comfortable.

Today is the day when the imperial court is resting. The Fan family is here. After lunch, under Fan Sizhe's repeated glances, Fan Xian finally asked, "My father, has it happened to see you so happy in recent days?"

Fan Jian drank the tea handed by his wife Liu and said with a smile: "The court and the Northern Qi Kingdom have defeated. How could he be unhappy for his father as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"

Fan Xian and Fan Sizhe looked at each other and saw the disagreement between the two sides. The victory and defeat of the imperial court and the Northern Qi Kingdom was almost a month old. At that time, you were happy about it. Why did you have it recently? If so, then your patience is too strong.

"I heard that the Northern Qi Dynasty will send envoys to come here these days to negotiate this national war?"

Fan Xian knew that he would definitely not ask anything from Fan Jian again. He thought about the conversation when he met the prince yesterday and wanted to learn from his father, an old bureaucrat who had been in the Qing Dynasty officialdom for countless years, so as not to make a fool of himself during negotiations.

Fan Jian glanced at Fan Xian. He had already received news from the prince, so he said: "For this national war, the treasury has reached its bottom now, and the Northern Qi Dynasty is even more unbearable. Therefore, this negotiation is inevitable. We are the victorious party. At that time, only a lion needs to speak loudly."

"The Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple is fortunate that he has some skills, so you can listen to him at that time."

At this time, a tiger guard came over and said a few words in Fan Jian's ear. Fan Jian laughed loudly, and did not say anything to everyone, so he left the flower hall directly.
Chapter completed!