Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 183 Forging Master

Du Chongjiu, the Grandmaster of the Great Qin, became a Grandmaster through his sword skills.

No. 29 on the Grandmaster List, holding two swords, Chixiao and Hanguang.

Liang Qiyuan once said that this sword master's cultivation has reached the peak of Vajra and can fight against dragons and elephants.

What kind of skills did the blacksmith have to forge such a famous sword used by such a person?
If I could get this blacksmith to forge a long sword tailor-made for me, would my combat power be enough to fight against the dragon elephant?
Zhang Yuan felt his blood boiling.

"You, do you only have the knife in your heart?" Zhao Yu glanced at Zhang Yuan, clutched the jade Buddha Bodhi seed, turned around and left.

"Wait for me, I'll go find my aunt."

……

When Zhao Yu returned to the Zhao family villa and saw Ying Fenglan, he saw Ying Fenglan sitting behind a long desk, with a silk scroll in front of her, lost in thought.

Zhao Yu knew that it was the deed of alliance signed between his aunt and the Zhenxi Army in Toyota County.

If the Zhenxi Army surrenders to the Qin Dynasty, I'm afraid this contract will be my aunt's marriage certificate, right?

When the aunt returned to the county town, Zhao Yu asked about it. Ouyang Xu was indeed a local hero in terms of cultivation, courage and means.

Unfortunately, some things don’t always go as we wish.

"Aunt, I've told Zhang Yuan that he'll escort you to Beiyan after the training is over."

Zhao Yu walked forward and spoke softly.

Ying Fenglan's fingers trembled as she closed the contract and looked at Zhao Yu, frowning slightly: "How can you ask him to go to Beiyan again?"

"Yuruo, he risked his life to keep a promise for you last time," Ying Fenglan lowered her voice, "You can't let him do things for you anymore. You can't repay this favor."

The royal family, if you say they have a noble status, they are indeed noble, and they have no shortage of glory and power.

But if you really ask them what they have paid, they have nothing, and they are even unable to control their own future.

"I know, I know," Zhao Yu reached out to grab Ying Fenglan's arm and said with a smile, "I have already made an alliance with him by high-five. From now on, I will be his head shopkeeper and help him make money."

"Also, he's in need of a good sword. Aunt, can you take us outside the city to find the blacksmith who forged Han Guang? Is that a big enough favor?"

Hearing Zhao Yu say this, Ying Fenglan nodded slightly.

"Old Huang is of the same generation as your grandfather. It was your grandfather who helped him through a difficult time, so he is close to my Zhaowang Mansion. But I dare not say whether he is willing to help Zhang Yuan forge the sword."

Ying Fenglan pondered for a moment, put away the books on the table, and then said, "Go to your eldest brother's room and find two bottles of good wine."

Good wine?

When Zhao Yu sneaked into the warehouse next to Ying Liang's study, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the wine bottles placed on the shelves everywhere.

"Hongsang, this wine is said to taste sweet. I don't think that senior likes it."

"Green pear, it tastes bitter. I tried it last time, it wasn't very good..."

After touching bottle after bottle, Zhao Yu found it difficult to make a decision.

"No wonder I had less wine, it turned out it was stolen."

A voice sounded, causing Zhao Yu to shrink his head back.

Ying Liang, wearing a gray-black brocade robe and a jade crown, walked into the warehouse and looked at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu lowered his head and said nothing, his eyes drifting towards the door.

Ying Liang looked at her, a trace of pity and pain flashed in his eyes. He sighed softly, took the green pear wine, and handed it to Zhao Yu: "After suffering comes happiness, there is nothing wrong with being green and astringent."

"Girls, drink less."

"It won't happen again."

Zhao Yu didn't expect that his elder brother would give him wine. He took the wine, hugged it and ran out the door.

After running a few steps, he thought of something, turned around, and whispered, "My aunt and I are going to meet the old foundry master outside the city. I'm afraid this wine is not suitable..."

When Ying Liang heard Zhao Yu say that he was going outside the city to meet the senior caster, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

It is not easy to get close to this elder. Only my aunt, who grew up under his care, can visit him often and maintain the friendship between him and the Zhaowang Mansion.

"This bottle of Tiger Soul is extremely fierce and yang. I believe that senior will like it." Ying Liang held up another bottle of wine and handed it to Zhao Yu. "Please give my and my father's regards to that senior. If he is willing, please invite him to stay in our mansion for a while."

Zhao Yu raised his head, his eyes fixed on his elder brother's face.

Ying Liang frowned slightly when he saw her look and said, "I know you don't want to say these words, but my Zhaowang Mansion needs to maintain these relationships. This bottle of Tiger Amber Wine is worth two thousand taels of silver. There are many things you don't know—"

"I know." Zhao Yu interrupted Ying Liang, "We all know that as descendants of the Zhao Palace, our honor and disgrace are closely tied to the prosperity and decline of the palace."

"It's not just you who's working hard for the prosperity of the palace; all of us are contributing."

These words made Ying Liang's eyes flash with emotion. His sister had finally grown up.

After a slight pause, Zhao Yu said softly, "Sometimes, you don't have to bear it alone. Even if Prince Zhao's Mansion really declines one day, at worst, your title will be stripped away. You can still be a county duke, and if I can't be a princess, I can still be a county lady..."

Seeing his elder brother's face twitching and the anger on his face that could not be suppressed, Zhao Yu hurriedly stuffed the jade Buddha Bodhi seed into his hand and ran away with two bottles of wine.

Stripped of title.

Cut the number of people.

Extend favor.

This is a taboo that cannot be mentioned.

In the Qin Dynasty, titles were highly valued and merits were respected. If a noble family could not keep their titles, it would be considered that their descendants were incompetent and their descendants were unfilial.

If Zhao Yu stayed any longer, he was afraid that his elder brother would slap him in the face.

"I spent 21,000 taels of gold to get this thing, so please don't just throw it away..."

Zhao Yu's voice drifted in from outside the courtyard.

Ying Liang snorted and looked at the fruit in his palm.

There was surprise in his eyes, and a flash of true energy from the late Xiantian realm appeared in his body.

No one knew that Prince Zhao had such abilities.

"Jade Buddha Bodhi seed?"

"This thing," Ying Liang said with a smile, "this girl is quite thoughtful."

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The carriage left the county town, first heading along the main road, and then towards the mountain road.

In the carriage, Zhang Yuan sat upright with his hand on the hilt of the knife. Opposite him were Zhao Yu, who was holding two bottles of wine in his arms, and Princess Fengming, who had a calm expression.

The person driving the car was Aunt Wu, whom Zhang Yuan had seen before. Her cultivation level was in the late Xiantian realm.

She was the bodyguard of the women in the inner court of Prince Zhao's palace.

"That old Huang was not originally from Daqin. He came to Daqin from the Qingtian Territory where the immortal way was flourishing. Because his casting skills were coveted, he was hunted by people in the martial arts world." Princess Fengming spoke softly, introducing Zhang Yuan to the identity of the casting master and his connection with Prince Zhao's Mansion.

"At that time, my father happened to be on a tour of the area and saved Mr. Huang. He also treated his injuries and found the best spiritual materials for him to forge weapons."

"That sword with light..."

Princess Fengming didn't say anything else.

Zhang Yuan already understood.

The sword of light could be forged thanks to the efforts of Prince Zhao's Palace.

In other words, Du Chongjiu, who is on the Grandmaster List and entered the Dao through swordsmanship, is related to Prince Zhao's Palace.

Zhang Yuan didn't know whether this relationship was close or distant, but Princess Fengming mentioned it to him, to let him know how deep the background of Prince Zhao's Mansion was.

The carriage stopped in front of a small valley. Several people got off. Zhao Yu handed the bottle of Hupo wine to Zhang Yuan, and then they walked into the valley together along the path.

The mountains are green, and the further you go in, the more lush and verdant you see.

When I arrived at a bamboo forest, I saw rising hot air amid the gurgling water.

spa.

The sound of hammering came from behind the bamboo forest.

The sound of hammering made Zhang Yuan's eyes flash with depth.

The way of immortality, the method of forging tools and hammering.

After passing through the bamboo forest, I saw seven or eight old farmers in plain clothes gathered in front of a thatched cottage, and an old man with white hair was hitting with a hammer.

"Don't worry, don't worry. You don't know my craftsmanship. I made this medicinal hoe, and I guarantee it won't break even after you die. If it breaks, tell me and I'll dig the hole for your coffin..."

"Eighty copper coins may be expensive, but they are expensive for a reason."

"Do you know what kind of iron this is?"

"This is meteorite iron, which is said to be worth one ounce of gold and one ounce of iron."

The sound of the hammer stopped, and the old man turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuan and others who were walking out of the bamboo forest, with a smile on his face.

"Ask them, this is meteorite iron."

(End of this chapter)