Three thousand occupations can be introduced

For ordinary people, this time point is the time point when they should be active.

The reason for these miracles can be found in a newspaper.

That is "Jianghu Daily".

This time point is the time point sent by "Jianghu Daily".It's just that one more item is added to the gossip content today.The newspaper has changed its appearance for seven consecutive days. This time, I don't know whether to return to the original layout or continue to reform?People in the arena who were eagerly waiting for the newspaper in hand speculated.

Shu Yidai had handed over the business to his son, and he was determined to innovate and stimulate the age-old newspaper.Zhuo Yidai couldn't stand it, and what made him angry was that Zhuang Yidai ran away, so he had to go and investigate in person.Originally, he retired because he was tired, but now he has to take on heavy responsibilities again. Who made him only have such a son.

At the beginning, the king of the newspaper industry, Yidai, almost failed to become the leader of the martial arts alliance, but in the end he became the honorary president of the righteous and evil association. His main job was to allow the good and evil factions to sit down and negotiate instead of fighting directly.Although, the grievances and grievances between the good and the evil factions have become entangled.Because of his unique contribution, he can enjoy both good and evil factions.

Many people in Jianghu depended on his newspaper industry to live, many sects wanted to advertise, and countless people were busy visiting him. The head of the sect begged for his advice and the support of his omnipotent newspaper.There are also beggars who need to rely on his newspaper for food, and more people who write articles published on it. Of course, there are more scolding battles between good and evil factions (many celebrities use vests), or use more serious ones. The word is "debate." Of course, there are many marriages.

There are countless young knights who have been sponsored by him, and old knights who have been supported by him!Therefore, he is so busy every day that he has four special assistants who manage his different affairs respectively.Just seven days ago, he had resigned.However, regardless of his wishes, his son changed the format and content of the newspaper, allowing him to walk into the place where the newspaper is located—Jianghu Newspaper House.

There are countless small gray houses of the same size, and each house has a sign hanging on it.It has different names written on it, like this "Serial Fiction House."

Choi Yidai has already stepped in, and the difference is that there is no one here who writes hard, and no one is yellow and emaciated.

Zhuo Yidai was very angry, these people didn't know who paid their wages, and he could make these people penniless and ruin their reputation in a matter of minutes.

But he is a successful businessman, so he naturally knows how to suppress his anger.

"You wrote it very well. The part about becoming a fairy is so fascinating. The Taoists we cooperated with sent advertising fees, but you should add a few more fairies to the heavenly court."

He turned around and said to another person who was rubbing his eyes: "I'm not very satisfied with you! Your plot progress is too slow, and you don't have any imagination. Don't you know that the young hero who just came out of the arena now What is the thing you want to do the most? - Pick up girls, do you understand?"

Hearing the sound of Shui Yidai running away, the sound of the room disappeared in an instant, and everyone hung their heads.

After inspecting the various departments of the newspaper, Yidai walked to the reception hall, where the people sent by the leader of the martial arts were waiting for him.

"A few days ago, the sword in my hand was identified as a Longyuan sword by Master Luo Ying. Zhongren will participate in the tasting with his own sword, and the winner will be awarded the Longyuan Sword."

"Is it the sword made by Master Ziyu himself - Long Yuan?" Yi Dai's eyes lit up, this sword has always been just a legend, and he has never met before.

"Okay." Shui Yidai agreed.

81. What is the solution to the confusion of sword casting

Sword casting requires the right time, place and people, but these are all external conditions, and the most important thing is the swordsmith.Luo Ying was looking forward to Zhou Xu very much.Because Zhou Xu, as the only apprentice of Master Ziyu, has been born of a famous teacher since ancient times, what he didn't expect was that Zhou Xu actually had a "heroic" case where he failed to forge a sword.

The sun shines through the gaps in the trees and shines on the half-naked Zhou Xu.The sweat is full and crystal clear, flowing over the eyebrows and eyes, covering the Adam's apple down to the waist of the trousers tied around the waist.

With Zhou Xu's powerful movements, he beat the steel and iron blocks, and there were meteorite blocks specially obtained at that time beside the table.Slightly protruding muscles, full and aborted lines, not like the size of a general iron man, it looks only a little more than the thin muscles of a scholar, but it is well-proportioned and perfect.During the three years of continuous exposure to the sun, Zhou Xu's skin is not so dark, but glowing and beautiful, with a thrilling beauty that makes people exclaim.

That is the seductive luster that makes people blush and heartbeat, and that is the enviable masculine charm.

It seems that Zhou Xu's hands were not born for making swords. The fingers are slender, the skin is delicate, and the texture is clear. It is the hand that plays the piano and draws Danqing.At this time, his palm is watering the utensils, which seems to be a scene that can be included in a painting.

Zhou Xu's feet were firmly planted on the ground, as if there was suction on the ground.His every step, every movement is so smooth, chic and perfect.

Next to it is a fierce red light, red and hot.Let the people in it appear mysterious.

It is a work of art that makes people admire. They can't bear to touch it, but they want to get close to it.

However, Luo Ying, who was standing by Zhou Xu's side, kept frowning. He had been silent for a whole morning, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, forming a big Sichuan character.The air around him was cold and stagnant, and he couldn't feel the warmth of spring at all.

"Have you really studied with Master Ziyu?" Luo Ying's tone was cold, but it contained several emotions, including doubts, confusion, and even more anger: Zhou Xu could not inherit Master Ziyu's teachings. Mantle of wrath.

He thinks very highly of himself, and the only idol in his life is Master Ziyu.However, Master Ziyu has passed away, so Zhou Xu, Master Ziyu's apprentice, is naturally the bearer of all his expectations.However, these days, Luo Ying couldn't bear it anymore, how could Master Ziyu's vision be so bad?

So far, Zhou Xu has not forged a sword, and all Luo Ying's expectations are like a balloon that has been punctured.Can no longer blow up.

Zhou Xu packed up the surrounding things and nodded.

Forging a sword is a very boring thing, the steps are only a few steps, each time is the same simple action, and there is no expected ending.This is a more boring job than practicing swords.Moreover, this work is a solo dance from beginning to end.A swordsmith is doomed to be alone.

For anyone who has been forging swords for three years without success, it is boring and painful.

Failure without suspense. After three years, Zhou Xu has not had a single success. His mood should have been depressed and anxious, but he became more and more calm.Let his whole body exude tranquility when he was casting the sword.

Luo Ying approached Zhou Xu, "Let me do it."

A sword master does not need to learn how to forge swords, but he needs to be familiar with the process of forging swords.Therefore, a true sword master must also be a good swordsmith.

Zhou Xu put down his things and stepped aside.

Luo Ying got ready for the action, and he began to forge the sword.The steps are roughly the same, but there are two significant differences, that is, the ratio of copper to iron, and the addition of a substance.

Zhou Xu added it, but Luo Ying didn't.

Tongues of flames, flames soaring high, like the fire of hell, vicious and tyrannical.Big drops of sweat fell on Luo Ying's face, and the hair on his head was knotted and stuck together with sticky sweat.His eyebrows were still tightly furrowed, the veins on his hands were protruding, and his eyes were shining brightly, which was actually hotter than the fire of hell.

The burning flames, the enveloping flames, and the hot qi and blood sprayed made everyone shy away.

Zhou Xu has been watching his movements all the time, without any hesitation.He seemed to have a natural immunity to the scorching flames and high temperature. Zhou Xu's gaze was like a torch, staring at the stove and the table where the sword was cast.

The shadow of the tree illuminated by the sun slowly elongated, and slowly disappeared.Only the afterglow is left in the sky.

It was a long wait, and Luo Ying didn't say a word, it seemed to be a silent confrontation.The communication between the two people is only in the meeting of eyes a few times.

Finally, it was time to open the sword.

There was no ecstasy, no tension, no relief, no slight change in the expression on his face, Luo Ying had already started to turn on the covered stove.

Zhou Xu also observed attentively.

When it was opened, the flame suddenly picked up and burst out, burning a lock of hair on Luo Ying's forehead.

Luo Ying didn't care, as if he didn't feel the temperature of the sword in his hand, he used tools to place the sword in a specific place where the sword was made, and waited for the sword to change.

The movements are ordinary but rigid, as if there is a rigidity measuring every indicator in the nameless space.

Zhou Xu straightened his waist, this was the first time he saw the sword taken out of the stove.The air of blue and white is lingering.

Although he is the justifiable swordsmith.But when he followed Master Ziyu before, he didn't see a sword being taken out of the stove with his own eyes.

Zhou Xu watched very carefully, not letting go of the slightest bit.

After the smelting is over, there is one last step left: casting.

Zhou Xu stared at the sword on the table intently, his whole body was pitch black, without patterns or ornaments.This is a dull dagger, less than a foot long.

Zhou Xu frowned, is this sword also a failure?

Luo Ying didn't have any expression on his face, his expression was solemn and solemn, and he started to complete the last process.

Zhou Xu kept comparing in his mind the difference between the sword casting method introduced in the classics and what Luo Ying showed, and kept comparing the knowledge taught by the teacher.

In this comparison, every step in Zhou Xu's brain, every time