I Qinghuan gl

The scenery of the East China Sea is beautiful, and it is always spring all the year round. Whenever you climb high and look far away, it is always green and tender red.

Burning Heaven Clan was established on many islands, and its territory can be called the most extensive sect in the world.Many large and small islands are dotted in the blue sea, countless ships are moored beside each island, and the winding waterway is like a maze.

On the largest island stands the tallest building in this sea area, which is the center of power of the Burning Heaven Clan, where the head of the sect, Wen Jinglei, lives.

However, it is also the most deserted island in the sea.

Wen Jinglei sat silently on the throne of the head of the sect, listening to the two subordinates next to him report the affairs of the sect in detail, his straight eyes revealed that he was in a trance.

"The 3000 people from the Zuo Lie Huo Banner have arrived at Yushui Pass. The head of the Right Aurora Banner returned to the sect yesterday, bringing scrolls containing the hidden forces and numbers of each sect, as well as maps of some sects, including some secret tunnels; The master sent a report..."

"Wait a minute..." Wen Jinglei interrupted them suddenly.

"Yes, sect master." Afeng said respectfully with his hands clasped.

"Valley of Random Flowers..."

"The people of Luanhua Valley are blocked in the East Sea. There are 200 of them, who seem to come to test the situation. The owner of the gate can rest assured that the water gate has been lowered, and they cannot enter."

"Hmm..." Wen Jinglei nodded slightly, the cyan gemstone ring on his right index finger reflected the light from the window, and it took him a long time to remember what he wanted to ask, "So... are they still looking for her?"

Ah Feng thought hard for a while before realizing what Wen Jinglei was talking about, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, sect master, you know, these years have never stopped."

An indescribable emotion appeared in Wen Jinglei's eyes: "There is still no news?"

Another subordinate, Ah Qi, said: "Where is there any news. Sect Master, it's been so long, she should have died..."

"Cough!" Ah Feng stared at Ah Qi, but he had no vision.

Wen Jinglei sighed heavily, and pressed his fingers on his temples wearily: "Go down. No matter what, don't give up."

Ah Feng and Ah Qi looked at each other, then retreated silently.

Wen Jinglei supported the seat and stood up slowly. There was not even a maid or guard in the empty hall. The tightly closed doors and windows blocked most of the sunlight, and there was a hint of coldness in the air.

Wen Jinglei walked into the inner hall, which is his study room where he usually handles affairs.Tall bookshelves filled the entire room, and the books on them were carefully sorted and released.Wen Jinglei walked to a bookshelf, touched the partition with some skinny fingers, fiddled a few times, and opened a hidden compartment.

There was a long wooden box in the dark compartment, with a thin layer of ash on it.Wen Jinglei opened it carefully, and took out a scroll of paintings from the wooden box.

He walked to the desk with the painting and slowly spread it out.

It was a picture of a beauty. In the painting, a stunning beauty with an overpowering appearance, wearing a rich light yellow long gown, was holding flowers and smiling in front of a cluster of well-growing peony bushes.

The beauty is delicate and soft, with long eyebrows and eyes, her hair is like a cloud in a bun, and there is a little bright red cinnabar between her slender eyebrows, like a drop of blood pierced open, shining brightly.A poem is inscribed on the right side of the painting:

Bai Xue has a beautiful appearance, and her lips are red with bright pearls.

There is a line of small characters at the end: Written in the Xiyuan of Tianyingjiao on the eighteenth day of the seventh month of the year Renwu.

Wen Jinglei's complexion was complicated, and the memory of his wife and child Chenghuan's family came to mind for a while, his finger wearing a blue gemstone ring slowly stroked the screen, and couldn't help trembling when he touched that line of poem.

This is the woman he loves most in his life.It is also a dead person who will never be seen again in a lifetime.

He will never forget that scene for life and life. Beifei and Luanhuagu entered the Sky Falcon Sect together. The disciple of Beifei Palace pointed his sword at her neck. The person he loved died so tragically before his eyes, and the scalding blood spattered him. With a face, his eyes were shattered, his throat roared until he collapsed, but he couldn't do anything, he stood there and watched them kill her with his own eyes!He can't do anything!Can't do anything!

He hated Beifei Palace and Luanhua Valley for seven whole years. He hated it every day and every moment. He hated it even in his dreams. How could he not hate it? !

For a moment, he didn't want to raise his sword and immediately kill those famous and decent sects. The hatred of exterminating the sect, the bloody enmity, has been rotting his brain and heart all the time for seven years.He simply hated the justice that those hypocrites kept saying. They did the most cruel and inhuman things in the name of so-called justice.

There are more than [-] members of the Tian Falcon Sect, all of whom died tragically overnight. No matter how many sins he committed when he heard Jinglei, what is the fault of his wife, his children, and those fragile family members?The Luanhua Valley has a good name for eradicating treacherous culprits, but in fact, the disgusting greed of the wolf ambition to win the Central Plains is really disgusting.

"Valley of Flowers...Northern Palace of Punishment...wait for me there..." Wen Jinglei smiled coldly, his cloudy eyes were cruelly red.

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Yuntang picked up a chopsticks dish and put it into the bowl, stared at the bowl for a while, then looked around, and put down the bowl chopsticks with a sigh.

Still as usual, the master and apprentice dined together on the stone table in Luoxue's small courtyard, and the sumptuous dishes were faintly steaming temptingly.But the atmosphere was strangely silent.

The silence was a bit depressing.

Sitting crookedly on the other side, his eyes were fixed on the dishes on the table, and the chopsticks kept pushing his chopsticks into his mouth, causing the vegetables to rattle rhythmically.This one is quite normal, usually, Senior Brother Zi Yi only cares about eating like this and a pig.

Yuntang looked at the master on the left again.Nan Yang sat upright, holding the bowl in one hand and holding the chopsticks restrainedly in the other. He ate very elegantly and politely. His light-colored eyes like green tea were lowered, showing no emotion at all.

Master is also the same as usual, he doesn't like to talk nonsense, and there is never an expression of great joy or sorrow on his face.

Everyone is the same, but the only one who lost Qing Huan lost popularity all of a sudden.

Usually, Qing Huan always chattered non-stop at the dinner table. She always pestered Master for a while, and then turned her face to pester Yuntang when Master's eyebrows were a little displeased. Delicate and cute, overflowing with aura.

It turned out that without Qinghuan, the dinner table looked so boring.Yun Tang almost forgot that when Qing Huan was not here three years ago, their master and apprentice ate like this.

"Master, don't you have time today to visit your junior sister?" Yun Tang couldn't help asking.

Nan Yang swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, as if he didn't care about it at all: "I don't have time today. I'm going to Zhujianchi."

"Master, Junior Sister wanted to see you very much when she left. If you don't go to see her, Junior Sister will think about it and feel sad. I'm afraid there will be a gap between you and Junior Sister." Yun Tang felt that the emperor was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch.

"If her mind and thoughts are so narrow, I don't need to spend time on such an apprentice." Nan Yang put down the bowl and chopsticks.Bianzi secretly winked at Yuntang, telling her not to talk too much.

Yuntang directly ignores Bianzi, why is the master so unkind: "Master! Qing Huan is your apprentice, even if you sent her to Hongfei Pavilion for her sake, you can't just ignore her like this! Qing Huan is just a child, Master is so cruel, did he treat her as your apprentice?!"

"Yuntang!" Bianzi stopped her while he was in a hurry, Yuntang was concerned about it, and he was in a mess, talking indiscriminately, it was too nonsense.

Nan Yang glanced at Yuntang lightly, stood up, and said in an unhurried tone, "Then you go to see her for me. I'll go to Zhujianchi first."

After speaking, Nan Yang walked away with a flick of his sleeves.A cold voice came leisurely and downwind: "As a teacher, I have to go to retreat with Rong Huaizun, and maybe I won't be able to leave the closed door for ten days and a half months. Zicheng, take care of the Rongku Pavilion on behalf of the teacher."

"Master!" Yun Tang stomped her feet anxiously, did Master really not care about Qing Huan at all?

"Yuntang, master has her own plans, so don't be impatient." Bianzi patted Yuntang on the shoulder.

The Jianjian Pond is located at the bottom, and strictly speaking, it cannot be regarded as a building.Because it is a cave dug out of a huge rock outcropping on the surface, and there is a thick stone gate at the entrance of the cave, which is often closed.

When Nan Yang came, Rong Huai had already opened a crack in the stone gate for her, and they met as usual.Nan Yang entered sideways, something was being smelted in the sword casting pool, and an unbearable heat wave rushed towards his face.

It's not that she hasn't seen the uncomfortable environment when casting swords, but Nan Yang, who is used to the cold air in the North, still can't help frowning.

Rong Huai sat on the side and saw Nan Yang smiling: "Here you come? Sit down first."

Seeing that Nan Yang was looking at the smelting things in the pool, Rong Huai said again: "You don't need to worry about that. The place you want to use has long been vacant. Come here first. Since you want to forge it yourself, I will tell you about forging swords." The basis of what the master said before, it has been a long time, and you may have forgotten it long ago."

Nan Yang nodded and sat beside Rong Huai.

Rong Huai said slowly: "The most basic sword casting technique is divided into five steps: pattern making, smelting, watering, smelting, and sharpening. Most of the sword casting techniques in the world follow this routine. As for the quality of the swords cast The difference depends on the material of the sword and the heat of the smelting process. These two directly determine the quality of the blade."

"En." Nan Yang signaled Rong Huai to continue.

Rong Huai looked at the sword casting pool: "Ordinary swords can be cast in less than a month, but a good sword takes three to five years to refine, and it takes a lot of effort from the embryonic shape to the inlaid decoration. After starting the sword, You have been running to Jianjian Pond non-stop for three to five years, and sometimes you can't get out for a month, do you really have that patience?"

"I know. That's why I'm here to find you now." Nan Yang paused, "I hope that when she succeeds in her studies, she will have a good sword that fits her hand."

Rong asked suspiciously: "Nan Yang, those two apprentices of yours asked me directly for ready-made swords, and you didn't even bother with the sword you used yourself. You really like your little apprentice so much ?”

"First of all, senior brother is busy making another important sword right now, so he can't take care of me. Besides, Qing Huan's talent is inferior to Zizheng and Yuntang's, and his right hand has an old disease. I am her master, and I will forge for her. A sword is one of the few things I can do for her now."

Rong Huai thought for a while, then asked again: "So, why do you like her?"

Nan Yang replied indifferently: "Brother, why do you like casting swords?"

Rong Huai was taken aback when he heard the words, as if he didn't expect Nan Yang to ask such a question, and then smiled heartily: "You are right, I am confused. People who practice Taoism, don't ask the reason, it all comes about because of it."

"She is my apprentice and I am her master. This reason is enough." Under the reflection of the tumbling fire in the pool, Nan Yang's eyes glowed softly and earnestly.

Rong Huai stood up, walked to the stone frame on one side, took out a long box of specially made soil from the bottom layer, and looked back at Nan Yang: "Then let's start. First, make a sword fan."

"Brother said, I'll listen." Nan Yang looked at the box of soil.

"This is the first step, pattern making. Use clay to make a clay mold containing the molten liquid, which is the approximate shape of the sword. The width and thickness of the sword body, the lines on the sword, and the inlays The gaps of gem decorations must be taken into account. Imagine the way the liquid flows into the sword, the pattern must be reversed to protrude and engrave, and the concave totem can only be formed after the sword body is solidified. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Nan Yang wrote it down carefully.

"After making the sword model, put it in the furnace and bake it at high temperature until it is hard and shaped, and save it for later injection of molten liquid." After Rong Huai briefly explained, he smiled softly: "Actually, the shape of the sword is very important to the power of the sword. It's not very important, but it's for girls, so you should make it look better."

Nan Yang chose a quiet corner to sit down, put the clay model on her knees, rolled up her white cuffs, took the carving knife from Rong Huai, and concentrated on carving.

The scorching heat didn't bother Nan Yang at all, drips of sweat oozed from her forehead.A bead of sweat slid down the white cheeks and dripped on the clay model, and was evaporated by the heat in an instant, turning into a half-wisp of blue smoke that disappeared in the air.