Eternal Sword

Chapter 385 Accident
Chen Tang and his three companions stayed in Pingjiang City for one night and continued their journey the next day.

The closer you are to the capital, the more you can feel the prosperity of Southern Xia: the flowers on the river are redder than fire at sunrise, and the river water is green as blue in spring.

The news about the battle between the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Langya Pavilion had already spread like wildfire and spread to all the states in Daxia.

Some states and counties where underworld forces are located are far away from Wuzhou and may not rush over.

However, various people from the martial arts world in Wuzhou and nearby prefectures and counties gathered in the capital. For a time, the capital was in turmoil and full of heroes.

News came out one after another that the battle location between the two sides was set to be at Langya Pavilion.

In this way, Langya Pavilion still has the advantage of geographical location.

Needless to say, the timing and the people are right.

Mei Zhenyu and Zhu Lingxue originally planned to send Chen Tang to Zhujian Villa and then return to their sect.

After hearing the news, I also wanted to go to Langya Pavilion to watch the excitement.

After all, in the martial arts world of Daxia, apart from the martial arts conference held every three years, there are very few such grand events that gather various martial arts forces and attract many geniuses on the list!
At that time, not only will they be able to enjoy the fierce battles between dragons and tigers, but witnessing the competition between masters with their own eyes will also be an extremely valuable experience for them.

Mei Zhenyu and Chen Tang were invited to join them.

Chen Tang had originally planned to go to the Shen family, so naturally he would not refuse.
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The Sword-Forging Villa is located between towering mountains and winding rivers, surrounded by lush ancient forests. It is as secluded and mysterious as a paradise.

The towering stone walls, like huge swords, pierce the sky and form natural barriers that isolate everything in the village from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

On this day, four young people came to the outside of the villa, two men and two women, they were Chen Tang and his three companions.

Chen Tang stepped forward and explained his purpose.

The guard at the gate of the villa glanced at Chen Tang and the other three, called a servant, and led the four into the villa.

As soon as Chen Tang stepped into the villa, he felt a heat wave coming towards him, and the temperature around him increased significantly.

Inside the manor, quaint and magnificent courtyards are scattered around in an orderly manner, with blue bricks, black tiles, flying eaves and pointed corners. Every inch of space exudes an ancient and profound smelting atmosphere.

He moved his ears and could even hear the clanging sounds of hammering coming from the village.

According to Mei Zhenyu, Zhujian Villa is one of the largest underworld forces in Wuzhou.

Inside the villa, not counting the women and servants, there were thousands of guards and craftsmen alone.

In the whole of Daxia, when it comes to sword-making, no place can compare to the Sword-Forging Villa.

It is said that in the center of the villa, there is a huge furnace, with flames burning day and night, and half of the sky above the villa is always red.

Chen Tang secretly sighed that it was really amazing to be able to develop the blacksmithing business to this level.

Unlike Chen Tang, after entering the villa, Ali remained calm but looked around.

Not only did he pay attention to every piece of terrain, but he also paid attention to where there were guards stationed, where he could hide, how to assassinate, and how to retreat...

This habit has long been deeply rooted and has been integrated into her bones.

Not long after, the four of them arrived in front of a room.

After a short wait, a tall and thin man came over with two guards behind him.

"I am Feng Ming, the deacon of the villa."

The middle-aged man asked, "Who among you wants to forge a sword? Do you want to bring your own materials or choose from us?"

Before coming here, Mei Zhenyu told Chen Tang that only swords could be forged here, not knives.

Chen Tang wanted to melt the seven flying swords as soon as possible to avoid any trouble, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

He could make do with the sword.

“I brought the materials.”

Chen Tang handed over the long box and said, "Just melt the seven swords inside and recast them into one sword."

"Oh, I've made it clear beforehand, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Feng Ming chuckled and said, "Those who bring their own materials to our villa don't have anything good. Swords made of scrap copper and rotten iron, let alone seven, won't make a valuable sword even if seventy are fused together."

Feng Ming has been at Zhujian Villa for so many years and has received countless guests. He has a very sharp eye.

The four people in front of me, the man in green and the girl in green next to them, look like they might be able to come up with some good things.

As for the young man who was speaking, carrying a bow and arrow and wearing a coarse linen shirt, he seemed to be a novice who had just walked out of a mountain village and entered the world of martial arts. What good material could there be about this person?

"Instead of doing this, you might as well spend more money and choose from us..."

As Feng Ming was speaking, he opened the box and saw the seven flying swords inside. His expression changed and he stopped talking abruptly.

"Is this... a flying sword?"

Feng Ming's pupils contracted, and there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

Feng Ming raised his head and looked at Chen Tang again with a strange expression, and asked again: "Where did you get this flying sword, and seven of them?"

"Pick it up."

Chen Tang said it casually.

Feng Ming sneered in his heart.

Can the flying sword used by Master Xuan be picked up casually?
And he picked up seven of them?
This flying sword looks like it’s of high grade!

Feng Ming had only seen the flying swords of masters at the Qi Condensation Realm and the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The seven flying swords before him seemed to be better than any flying swords he had ever seen!
"Can Sword Forging Villa do this business?"

Seeing Feng Ming remained silent, Chen Tang asked, "If it doesn't work, I'll find someone else."

Feng Ming rolled his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The four of you wait here for a moment. I have to ask a manor owner to come out and make the decision on this matter."

Mei Zhenyu mentioned it to Chen Tang before coming.

There are four owners in Zhujian Villa.

Every manor owner is good at forging slightly different swords.

The owner of the manor is good at forging swords in the popular sense, with moderate hardness and softness.

The second owner of the manor is best at forging soft swords as thin as a cicada's wing.

The third owner of the manor is good at forging special swords. For example, there was a golden snake sword that was once circulated in the martial arts world, which was made by this owner.

The fourth manor owner is good at forging daggers.

After saying that, Feng Ming held the box containing the flying sword and was about to walk outside.

Snapped!
Before he took two steps, a broad palm was placed on his shoulder, pinning him down in an instant!

A huge force pressed down on his shoulders and he couldn't move!

"Deacon Feng, please leave the box here first."

A voice came from behind, the tone was calm, but it revealed an unquestionable power.

Feng Ming's eyes flashed coldly, and then he smiled and said, "Of course, I was a little impatient."

The palms on the shoulders were slightly raised.

Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief, put the box aside, and turned his head to take a look.

The one who had just stopped him was actually the seemingly inconspicuous young man with a hunched back.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Feng Ming smiled slightly and walked outside, followed closely by two guards.

When leaving, Feng Ming smiled at Chen Tang and the other three again and slowly closed the door.

Outside the door, the sound of Feng Mingyuan's footsteps could be heard, gradually fading away.

Chen Tang looked dim and thoughtful.

Deacon Feng's expression after seeing the flying sword was somewhat abnormal and a little weird.

Moreover, after Deacon Feng left, he left the two guards behind.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?"

Mei Zhenyu noticed that Chen Tang had a strange expression and asked.

Chen Tang said softly: "I feel something is wrong."

"what?"

Mei Zhenyu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and asked tentatively, "Are you worried that the Sword Forging Villa will steal the flying swords you brought?"

Chen Tang remained silent. He couldn't explain it, but this might be the reason.

Seeing Chen Tang didn't say anything, Mei Zhenyu thought Chen Tang agreed, so he smiled and said, "Brother Chen, you worry too much. The Sword Casting Villa has been passed down for a hundred years. It is not easy to develop to its current scale. It is well-known, so why would you covet a few flying swords?"

"Flying swords are not rare things. Sword Forging Villa has seen all kinds of good materials. Why do we have to do this and ruin our reputation for a hundred years?"

Chen Tang didn't explain.

If it was an ordinary flying sword, the Sword Casting Villa might have seen it.

But the seven flying swords in his box came from Yuanying Zhenjun!

"Yeah yeah."

Zhu Lingxue also said: "For so many years, the Sword Forging Villa has a great reputation in the martial arts world. It not only forges weapons for major martial arts circles. I heard that even some of the weapons of the Northern Expedition Army were made by the Sword Forging Villa."

Chen Tang couldn't explain why, he just felt something was wrong.

He turned his head to look at Ali beside him with a questioning look.

Ali understood what Chen Tang meant and nodded.

Ali has an extraordinary sense of danger!
In this respect, even some old hands can't compare to her.

Ali's meaning was to affirm Chen Tang's idea.

Chen Tang said, "Before Deacon Feng left, he left two guards behind. They should be watching us."

Mei Zhenyu really didn't notice this.

When Chen Tang mentioned this, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhu Lingxue said: "After all, we are guests of the villa. We left two guards behind. We can tell them anytime if we have any requests. Is this normal?"

"Brother Chen, don't think too much."

Mei Zhenyu suddenly stood up and walked outside.

When I arrived at the door and opened it, I saw two guards standing on both sides of the door.

"How long will Deacon Feng take to return?"

Mei Zhenyu asked with a smile.

"Soon, just wait a moment."

A guard looked at Mei Zhenyu with a nervous expression, his hand subconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"I'm going out."

Mei Zhenyu said: "Something was left outside."

He just raised his foot and was about to walk outside when two guards flashed and blocked the door, stopping Mei Zhenyu.

"My friend, our owner will be here soon, please wait a little longer."

A guard said in a deep voice: "If you drop something, it won't be too late to retrieve it later."

Mei Zhenyu smiled and said, "You two are absolutely right."

After saying that, Mei Zhenyu turned around and walked back into the house.

A guard closed the door again.

When he turned around, Mei Zhenyu's expression had become somewhat solemn.

Although he was unwilling to believe it, he knew in his heart that Chen Tang's guess might be correct!
But he really couldn't understand why the Sword Casting Villa would be willing to sacrifice its century-old reputation for a few flying swords.

"Something's not right."

Mei Zhenyu asked in a serious tone: "Brother Chen, what are you going to do?"

Chen Tang's ears moved and he heard a noisy sound of footsteps running towards this side. There were about a dozen people.

"Just improvise."

Chen Tang said calmly.

Mei Zhenyu snorted coldly, raised the long sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Chen, don't worry, I am here for today's matter, and I will never let the Sword Casting Villa do whatever it wants!"

"I just don't believe that he, the Sword Forging Villa, could really do such a shameless thing!"

No matter what, it was he who recommended Chen Tang to come to Zhujian Villa.

If Zhujian Villa made things difficult for Chen Tang, he would never sit idly by.

Chen Tang thought about it, and then gave another instruction, saying, "It would be best if you two do not disclose your identities and sects for a while, so as not to bring trouble upon yourselves."

At this moment, Mei Zhenyu also heard the chaotic footsteps outside the door.

The next moment, the door was pushed open forcefully.

A middle-aged man in brocade robes walked in, looked around, swept his eyes over Chen Tang and the other three, paused briefly on the long box, and finally stopped at Chen Tang.

Behind him, more than ten guards filed in, including Feng Ming who had just come in.

"May I ask your name, Excellency?"

This time, Mei Zhenyu took the initiative to stand up and asked in a deep voice.

"I am the fourth oldest in the Sword Forging Villa."

The fourth manor owner said lightly, without even looking at Mei Zhenyu, but staring at Chen Tang intently, and said: "I heard from Feng Ming that you have a few top-quality flying swords in your hands. Bring them here for me to see."

"This is a master!"

Chen Tang was also observing the fourth owner.

Although it is impossible to accurately judge the other party's cultivation level, it should be at the third level, or even above the third level!
There are no obvious bulging features on the temples of this person.

And the oppressive feeling he brought when he walked into the room could never be that of a fifth-grade warrior.

Chen Tang's expression remained unchanged as he handed over the box.

He didn't know what the other party was planning, so he wasn't in a hurry.

The fourth owner took the box, opened the lid and took a look, and couldn't help but let out a light exclamation.

"This is……"

The fourth village master stretched out two fingers, picked up a flying sword, and gently rubbed the blade with his fingertips.

The fourth manor owner's expression changed slightly.

This kind of flying sword is most likely a Nascent Soul level flying sword!
Yuanying Zhenjun is equivalent to a great master in martial arts.

Where could this young man get seven Nascent Soul-level flying swords?
"Young man, you look unfamiliar to me. What school or sect did you follow?"

The fourth owner suddenly asked.

"No one has any sect."

Chen Tang said calmly.

The fourth village owner asked again: "Where did you get this flying sword?"

"Pick it up."

Chen Tang still replied in the same way.

"hehe."

The fourth manor owner chuckled at first, then his face darkened and he shouted, "Nonsense! How can you just pick up a flying sword like this!"

"Fourth Manor Master."

Chen Tang had no expression on his face, and slowly said, "I came here to ask you to forge a sword. If you can't forge one, I will leave now. As for where this flying sword came from, it has nothing to do with you."

"Humph!"

The fourth manor owner no longer concealed his true intentions and said coldly, "Do you think that you can come and go as you please in my Sword Forging Manor?"

"Fourth Master, what you said is inappropriate!"

Mei Zhenyu stepped forward and shouted, "We are guests of the Sword Forging Villa. We came to ask you to forge swords for us, but you want to keep us here. What's your intention?"

"I think you are acting suspiciously. You are colluding with Xuantian Demon Master. Otherwise, how could you have such a flying sword!"

The fourth manor owner waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, capture him! Take him to jail and torture him severely!"

Almost at the same time, Chen Tang said, "Do it!"

(End of this chapter)