technical type

The smelting in the sword casting room has never stopped. When the firecrackers sounded, there was also the sound of clanging hammers falling in the sword casting room. Every knock was correcting something, and it seemed that the sword casting master A certain kind of belief was poured into it, and the violent method of smashing it in again and again made the heavy sword in his hand feel the expectation after that strength.

Stinged into the water, bursts of white smoke rose up, and there seemed to be a fire in the water, which was raging endlessly, trying to pierce the surface of the water.

The water that was brought out was sprinkled on the side of the stove, some white smoke rose into mist, and soon the dry countertop was restored, and the sound of hammers was heard again.

Ji Mo stood in front of the stage, dressed in bunts. It was snowing heavily outside and scorching summer indoors. Sweat dripped from his forehead, slid down his eyebrows and from the corners of his eyes. On his face that was glowing red from the fire, a pair of black eyes stared closely at him. Holding the long sword in his hand, his focused eyes are full of pickiness, and it takes a lot of tempering to form every tiny level of it, flat and smooth, smooth and smooth, smooth and thin, thin and sharp.

No, not so sharp.

The sharp edge of the epee does not rely on the sharp cutting of the thin light, but on the accompanying heavy pressure. It must be heavy, but it must not be thin.

When making clay models, Ji Mo once thought about leaving some patterns on the sword, but then he realized that it is too ingenious to work, and excessive pursuit of perfection will leave fatal loopholes instead. Juque itself is a flawed sword. As for the sword, since it is the case, it is enough to highlight its characteristics and advantages, there is no need to add those useless decorations, it is all about perfection.

If it is not perfect, it is like the broken arm of Venus, which becomes the most beautiful in the world due to a defect.

——The beauty of defects.

What Ji Mo has to do is to highlight this beauty, and then make its utility worthy of such beauty.

In the previous recipe experiment, he had thought over and over again what kind of sword he wanted to cast. The vague concept gradually became clear with the adjustment of materials. weight.

When it is drawn down, it is the time when the night begins. Wherever the sword is directed, one should see the tranquility and despair after the deep night.

This is an epee that makes the enemy feel trembling when they see it. No one can bear a sword, and it is a long sword that cannot win head-on. It itself is straight and upright. All enemies need a frontal attack. That's it.

It doesn't have to be light, dexterous, or agile, unless the enemy can escape, otherwise, he will be no match for this sword after all. This is the Juque, the majestic sword, and the straight attack.

The flowers in spring, when the light yellow color is in full bloom before the green leaves, the long branches bend freely, like arch bridges, when they want to connect to the free air outside, the giant tower in the sword casting room finally takes shape .

Dark brown, completely inconspicuous leather as the scabbard, without any jewelry as the decoration on the scabbard, unpretentious, the long sword is out of the sheath, the same unpretentious, can not see any sharp light, the dark blade looks It looked as if the blade had never been sharpened.

Aunt Ji held the sword in both hands, which were very heavy, and she put the sword on the table again, her scarred fingers gently and slowly slid across the broad blade from the spine of the sword as if stroking a lover, and landed on the blade , from the side, nail tried it, same sharp, good sword.

"How does Auntie feel?"

The concentration when casting swords has now become the expectation of children after they have achieved results. They are looking forward to the recognition and praise of adults for their excellent scores, looking forward to words of praise and happy smiles, and maybe some rewards?

"very good."

Aunt Ji was not stingy with such a sentence, but after this sentence, there was no other words, and together with the expression, maybe the affirmation flashed in her eyes, but for the others, she was stingy even with a smile.

Ji Mo waited for a while, and after confirming that this was the only sentence, he put Ju Que away with a little disappointment, "Then I will take Baishi to send it to Master Kong now?"

"Go."

Aunt Ji pondered for a while, but nodded in agreement.

The maid went to the concierge to take the ox cart, Ji Mo was a little excited, not only because he was going to hear Master Kong's comments soon, but also because it was the first time he left this garden and saw the outside world.

Ji Mo specially changed clothes and put on a coat. He was a little curious when he got into the bullock cart. However, the bullock cart was open-topped, and there was a circle of hanging curtains on the poles at the four corners. They didn't hang much, just palm-width lace. However, it can just cover the faces of the people in the car, at most only a chin and the sitting body are exposed.

For a man of Ji Mo's stature, half of his face can be exposed - he has grown a bit taller, and when he looks outside, the nearby ones are okay, and he can have a full view, but the distant ones can't be seen clearly. If you don’t know clearly, don’t look around. Ji Mo hasn’t forgotten what the business is, and he is not in a hurry to appreciate the street scene, try to straighten his head, just let his eyes roll to see something new, and maintain a correct posture.

Baishi sat on the front side of the car, and looked tired when he bowed slightly, but just like Ji Mo's active and correct posture, this posture was a rule for him, a rule to protect himself.

When people come and go on the street, they often pay attention to the bullock carts. Ji Mo thought, this is probably the same as people seeing high-end sports cars on the road. In this case, the people sitting in the cars are like some kind of display racks. A little bit of badness can easily be magnified.

This is the first time Ji Mo has appeared in front of people, and it is also the first time that the surname "Ji" has come back into people's sight again. Apart from being excited, Ji Mo also has a sense of mission. He must be meticulous and follow all the rules. Yes, to win people's respect, respect for him, respect for this surname, and respect for the sword on his knee.

Master Kong is also from a family of swordsmiths, but his family is not very old, and even the gate of the courtyard is a bit new, which is particularly conspicuous among the faces of a long line of high-ranking families.

The coachman knew the way and went directly to the door. Before them, someone had already reported the news. Before the car stopped, the door opened.

This is the first time Ji Mo came to Master Kong's house, thinking of the rules that Mr. Zhao said a few words, after he got off the car, he first saluted the person who greeted the car, because he held a sword in both hands, this salute was a little simpler.

The visitor didn’t care too much, he looked very young, and only after introducing himself did he know that he was Master Kong’s disciple, Kong Xian. Master Kong's son, this kinship relationship is different from others.

"I've heard that my father has taken in another disciple. It's a disciple of the Ji family. It's the first time I've seen it now. I hope you don't blame me, Junior Brother."

Kong Xian has a rough smile, has a temperament similar to that of Master Kong, and speaks carelessly, with a voice like a bell, which must be heard by several nearby families.

Ji Mo thought he was born this way, so he agreed with a smile, and followed Kong Xian to the courtyard.

"Father has already praised us many times. Junior brother's talent is extraordinary, and the sword he forges must also be unique. We are waiting to open our eyes. We are all in the hall at this time. I hope junior brother will not be offended." .”

Kong Xian said as he walked, leading the way ahead, and some servants on the way bowed their heads hurriedly when they saw the two pass by.Baishi followed behind Ji Mo, carefully paying attention to the etiquette of the servants, and adjusted his own gait etiquette. In this regard, he lacked the foundation of what he had been able to see and heard, and there were many things that were not in place, and he was a little ashamed.

"Brothers, please don't take offense. I haven't met you before, so I came here in a hurry, and I didn't prepare a gift. I was rude."

Ji Mo laughed a little embarrassed, he didn't know if Uncle Liu had given gifts, but the first time he came to the door, he only prepared gifts for Master Kong, not for the senior brothers, he was indeed rude.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I didn't prepare a gift for my junior brother either, we are all vulgar people, we don't care about that."

Kong Xian explained Ji Mo very well with one sentence, and let him relax a little. However, when he saw many people in the hall, he became nervous again. Thank you in front of Master Kong.

"This sword, named Juque, was forged by the disciple himself. It is specially dedicated to the master, and I also ask the master to teach me."

Master Kong was sitting, but when he saw the giant tower, he stood up, held the scabbard in one hand, and drew the sword in the other. , but this kind of thickness makes some people feel refreshed. They have not tried it before, and they already feel extraordinary.

It is the kind of complex feeling that looks ordinary, but this ordinary makes people feel extraordinary. In the hall, the eyes of several senior brothers are shining, and they are all knowledgeable people. .

Kong Xian already smiled, and looked at Ji Mo with more kind eyes.

After all, it was taught by a master. If the other party doesn't agree with this teaching, let alone the surname Ji, even if the surname is Potian, they can't make them treat each other directly.

"Ju Que...a good name."

Master Kong has a lot of strength in his hands, he can hold a sword with one hand, the epee is not skillful to use, and there is no need to hold any sword flowers. When he walked into the courtyard, there was already a wooden stake there, and the long sword fell vertically, and the sound fell The crackling, crisp sound was the sound of wood, and everyone didn't hear the sound of the sword piercing through the air, but they saw that the cut surface of the wood was smooth and smooth, it was indeed a good sword.

"It already has the posture of a famous sword."

Master Kong Hengjian was in front of him, looking at Ju Que carefully, and Kong Xian on the side took the scabbard, held it in both hands, and looked at it together, surprised: "New adjustment formula?"

"This is your second sword?"

Master Kong's questioning was almost at the same time as Kong Xian's, that is, father and son, dared to rush to the front to ask questions, and compared all the senior brothers behind.

"Exactly, to cast this sword, I chose a new material formula. I have experimented many times before, and it took nearly two years. Now I have succeeded, and I still hope for master's guidance."

Ji Mo answered the questions of the two. He also wanted to talk about the formula with Master Kong, but that was a later matter. Now, let him listen to Master Kong's evaluation first.

"Blunt and heavy, hard and hard, the epee has a huge que, and it can become a famous sword."

Master Kong’s evaluation this time has one more sentence, which is exactly what Ji Mo thought at the beginning of becoming a sword, and what he thought in the center of being said. Ji Mo’s eyes are bright and he is happy in his heart. Kong Xian wants to hold a sword discussion meeting, let him post a post, invite several master swordsmiths to a feast, and share the giant que.