Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 489

The massacre in One Night City last night was destined to shock the Ten States, but definitely not now.

Even Hongli City, which is the closest to the massacre, is still very calm at this time. It's not because no one in the city went to One Night City, it's just that the death in One Night City was too clean, and the nine seals were processed without leaving any traces. , Not even a soul was spared.

Of course, some people still noticed something strange.

For example, the city lord of Hongli City.

"None of the people we sent to One Night City came back?"

In the Mansion of the Lord of Hongli City, an upright middle-aged man asked an old servant dressed as a housekeeper beside him.

This middle-aged man is none other than Mu Qiulin, the lord of Hongli City.

"Not only did those who entered the city fail to return, but none of the spies they sent came back. I don't know what kind of tricks One Night City is playing this time."

The old servant frowned.

"It's been weird since he put One Night City in Liuzhou for a year, but didn't issue pass tokens to the monks in Liuzhou."

He added another sentence.

"You go back tonight and write a document with the information collected these days, stamp it with my private seal and send it to my mentor Wen Huazi in Zhuyang City."

Mu Qiulin thought for a moment before saying.

"Hmm...send the painting and calligraphy that I found from the group of Qiushui refugees a few days ago."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence.

"My lord, my lord, that calligraphy and painting is the authentic work of Xu Honghu, and his sword intent must be hidden in the brush and ink. My lord, if you can comprehend one or two cultivation bases, you will be able to improve your cultivation level. Just give it away like this... This is also a good idea." , it's such a pity."

The old servant looked a little flustered.

"The sword intent in Xu Honghu's calligraphy and painting is indeed a good thing, but his realm is still too high for me. I am afraid that even if I spend my whole life, I will not be able to compare with him. I can see but not eat the sword intent in this painting. In that case, why don't you give it to my mentor as a favor."

Mu Qiulin said with a relaxed smile.

"Oh... Your Excellency is so open-minded, I only hope that the old man Wen Huazi can remember your goodness."

The old servant was still a little bit reluctant.

"Old man Zhu, the world has changed. Since the appearance of the ancient spirit weapon, a spiritual cultivator who is proficient in using the spirit weapon can compete with the real swordsman. He has a high-level spiritual weapon, which is far better than a hundred years. Hard work. Who among Ouye’s family has devoted themselves to sharpening their sword qi for decades, but in the end, they are still killed by me, Jing Yunzhong?”

Mu Qiu raised his hand, and an ancient clock exuding bursts of coercion appeared in his palm. Every small hum of the ancient clock seemed to tear people apart.

"What your lord said is very true, what your lord said is very true."

Seeing this ancient clock, beads of sweat rolled down the old servant's forehead. It seemed that his fear of this ancient clock had already been deeply rooted in his heart.

"Furthermore, my teacher Wen Huazi has stepped into the realm of saints a few days ago. A mere Liuzhou mansion and a mere Zhuyang city can't keep him. His old man is destined to enter the Star Picking Tower of the Immortal League. As long as he can recite With a little friendship from my disciple, the next head of the Liuzhou Mansion will definitely be mine."

Mu Qiulin sat down leaning on the chair while talking, looking calm and calm.

"Here, Mr. Wenhuazi, he has already stepped into the realm of a saint?! I remember that the old man also refined a ground-level spiritual weapon. I am afraid that few people in the world can beat him?!"

The old servant said in surprise.

"So old man Zhu, do you think it's worthwhile to exchange a painting that is not very useful for a palace master?"

Mu Qiulin didn't answer, but asked back with a complacent face.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it! Old slave, I'm going to write a document for you!"

The old servant Mu Qiulin called Old Man Zhu said excitedly.

"Don't be so anxious, there is one thing you need to do for me first."

Mu Qiulin called to old man Zhu to stop.

"Forgive me, my lord. It's the old slave who lost his composure."

The old man Zhu lowered his head and blamed himself.

"It's okay."

Mu Qiulin waved his hand.

"The gang of refugees who escaped from Qinglian Mansion have all been tried, and it seems that there is nothing to squeeze out. It just so happens that some low-level people in the city are very restless recently. You cut off the heads of these refugees and hung them up. Set an example on the wall outside the Black Iron Fortress, let those low-class people calm down recently, and don’t give me trouble when my teacher is about to be transferred.”

With a calm expression on his face, he said some shocking words.

"All... all killed?"

The old man Zhu was a little surprised by Mu Qiulin's decision.

"Hundreds of people just killed them for public display without any explanation. I'm afraid that this old slave will cause panic among the people in the city, and it will backfire..."

He was very worried.

"statement?"

Mu Qiulin hooked his mouth, turned around and took a pen from the pen holder, sucked up the ink, and wrote two rows of eight big characters——

"The remnants of Qiushui will be punished in death."

The handwriting penetrated the back of the paper, as if a knife had been cut with an axe.

……

Besides, Li Yunsheng, after returning to Ou Ye's house, he and Ou Yetan plunged into the Tiangong workshop of the Fire God Temple.

After getting the Herring Remnant Sword, Mr. Ou Yetan can finally start working.

However, reforging old swords is an extremely complicated matter. Even with the help of a swordsmith like Ou Yetan and Tiangongfang, the process is still very difficult.

It took Li Yunsheng and Ou Yetan three days to introduce the fire from the center of the earth into the sword furnace of Tiangongfang, until now they finally ignited the furnace completely.

"I remember that when some classics described the casting process of famous swords, they often described the fire in the sword furnace as the emperor adding charcoal. It is not an exaggeration to see it today."

Li Yunsheng looked at the blazing fire in the heart of the earth in the sword furnace with a tired expression.

"Of course, only this kind of divine fire can breed the sword spirit. Your herring sword spirit dissipates. If you can't reshape the sword spirit, recasting the herring is nonsense."

The old man Ou Yetan smiled heartily and said, the blazing fire in the center of the earth made his state of mind return to the time when he forged a sword for the first time.

Then Ou Yetan sent the piece of meteorite and Herring's remnant sword into the sword furnace.

"Ordinary materials can be smelted in one day, and it takes three days to smelt meteoric iron. If the herring remnant sword is added, it needs to be smelted for at least seven days and seven nights. Only in this way can the cause and effect and turbidity contaminated on the herring remnant sword be completely refined. , back to the original state."

Ou Yetan explained to Li Yunsheng.

"Seven days and seven nights..."

Hearing the words, Li Yunsheng repeated in his mouth, then looked at Ouyetan with a smile and said:

"Anyway, I will leave it to you, old man. You can do whatever you say."

"You go up first, I will be watching here for the next seven days, as long as this first step of smelting is successful, I am at least [-]% sure of the next step!"

Ou Yetan patted Li Yunsheng's arm with a smile and said.

(End of this chapter)