Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 184: The Sword is Finished, I Will Pass on the "Weapon Forging Technique" to You

In front of the thatched cottage, two strong men took turns hammering the hoe on the iron felt, and several old farmers watched from the side, fearing that it would be broken.

Next to the hot spring not far away, an old man with gray hair brought over a plate of red fruits with a smile on his face.

"Everyone, please sit down. I, Huang Laoliu, don't have those rules here."

"Fenglan, you haven't been to my Dongquan Valley for more than a year. I thought you were already married."

"I'm still wondering, if you're getting married, you should at least tell me, an old man, and invite me to the wedding for a drink."

Princess Fengming took the fruit plate and placed it on the stone table. She also placed all the wine she brought on the table and set out the wine cups.

"If I were to get married, I would of course invite Mr. Huang."

Princess Fengming chuckled: "Old Huang said that he would send me a dowry."

This made Huang Laoliu grin.

Princess Fengming filled the glass in front of Huang Laoliu with wine. When she was about to pour wine for Zhang Yuan, Zhao Yu quickly raised her hand to block it: "Aunt, he doesn't drink."

"He said that drinking would make his swordplay unsteady."

When in Luyang Prefecture, Zhao Yu knew that Zhang Yuan never drank alcohol.

Huang Laoliu, who was sitting in front, had a gleam of light in his eyes. He glanced at Zhang Yuan and his gaze swept over the long sword hanging at his waist.

Smiling and shaking his head, Huang Laoliu picked up the wine glass, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, then tremblingly brought it to his lips and drank it in one gulp.

"Ha, what a strong drink!"

Huang Laoliu's eyes sparkled as he looked at the wine pot in Princess Fengming's hand and said, "You're giving me such good wine. Are you planning to covet my treasure chest?"

Princess Fengming smiled and picked up the wine pot again, filling Huang Laoliu's glass again: "Drink a few more glasses, Huang Lao. When you are drunk, we can talk about the secrets in the box."

Mr. Huang laughed heartily and drank the wine in one gulp.

Princess Fengming filled the glasses with wine again, then poured the green pear wine into the glasses in front of herself and Zhao Yu, and gave Zhao Yu a wink.

Zhao Yu stood up, holding the wine glass in both hands: "Grandpa Huang, I toast to you."

Huang Laoliu waved his hand, holding the wine glass, and looked at Zhao Yu: "Girl, you are also trying to get my trump card."

Zhao Yu just smiled, turned to look at Zhang Yuan beside him, then drank the wine in the glass and couldn't help sticking out his tongue.

"Big brother is trying to trick me, saying that after all the hardship comes happiness. This green pear wine is bitter to begin with..."

Princess Fengming, who was standing by, picked up the wine glass, covered it gently with one hand, brought it to her lips, and drank it gently.

"When the green pears wither, the autumn wind rises. I only wonder if my lover will return," Princess Fengming said softly, holding the wine glass in her hand. "Compared to the sorrows of life, the bitterness of this green pear is truly sweet."

Huang Laoliu looked at Princess Fengming with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Fenglan girl, it seems that you have had a very uncomfortable life this year?"

"You, the lineage of Prince Zhao's Palace, are really obsessed with fame and fortune."

Zhao Yu had a puzzled look on his face. He poured himself another glass of wine, brought it to his lips, sipped it, and muttered softly, "It's really bitter..."

She wanted to taste it again, but Zhang Yuan suddenly reached out and held her back: "If it's bitter, don't drink it."

After saying that, he looked at Huang Laoliu opposite him.

"I came here today to ask you to forge a sword tailor-made for me."

Zhang Yuan spoke so directly that Princess Fengming turned her head and sighed softly in her heart.

My niece has never suffered hardship since she was a child, and she couldn't bear the bitterness of the green pear wine.

Zhang Yuan also has an arrogant personality, and he speaks so directly to a senior like Mr. Huang.

After all, young people have suffered too few setbacks.

"Tailor-made..." Huang Laoliu held the wine glass in his hand, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

"The last person I asked to be forged for him, he helped me kill all my enemies and served as my bodyguard for three years."

"To forge that sword, he traveled with me throughout the thirty-six counties of the Qin Dynasty, searching mountains and seas for spiritual materials."

Looking at Zhang Yuan, Huang Laoliu's eyes flashed: "Can you follow me for three years and kill people for me?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "No."

"Then can you travel all over the world to find spiritual materials for refining weapons?" Huang Laoliu spoke again.

Zhang Yuan shook his head again: "No."

Huang Laoliu laughed heartily, drank the wine in his cup, and then waved his hand and said, "There are dozens of swords and knives in the sword pool in my backyard. Go and find one."

"Let's just give it three thousand taels of gold. It's definitely not worth the price of that broken sword at your waist."

Placing the wine glass on the table, Huang Laoliu said with a smile, "You wouldn't be reluctant to spend even this little money, would you?"

"This money belongs to my Zhaowang Mansion—" Princess Fengming hadn't finished her words when Zhang Yuan stood up and walked towards the thatched cottage. Zhao Yu hurriedly chased after him and followed Zhang Yuan: "I'm asking someone to do something for me. You can't do this."

"I've heard that capable people are often arrogant. Grandpa Huang is already easy to talk to. If we try to persuade him a little more, maybe he'll agree..."

Zhang Yuan stopped and looked at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu forced a smile, his breath slightly reeking of alcohol. "Aunt is right. The bitterness of that green pear wine is no match for the bitterness of life."

"I feel a sweet taste in my mouth."

Zhang Yuan reached out and patted Zhao Yu on the head, saying softly, "If you have any difficulties in the future, just tell me."

After saying that, Zhang Yuan walked straight to the thatched cottage, leaving Zhao Yu standing there in a daze.

In the small pavilion beside the spring, Huang Laoliu shook his head slightly.

"Girl, this man has neither the air of nobility nor the bearing of a powerful man. He's so arrogant at such a young age. Is your Prince Zhao's Mansion really so destitute now that you want to associate with such a person?"

"He, perhaps..." The Lord Fengming opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

Indeed, no matter whether it was to repay Zhang Yuan's favor or to value Zhang Yuan's potential, if it were the former prosperous times of Prince Zhao's Palace, how could a person like Zhang Yuan have the opportunity to be brought here by her to meet Mr. Huang in person?

Zhang Yuan went to the iron felt in front of the thatched cottage, asked the two big men who were forging the hoe to step aside, and took over an iron hammer.

Several old farmers looked anxious, but dared not say anything and just stepped back a little.

Zhang Yuan held the hammer in his hand, and a faint energy of qi and blood surged through his body.

Huang Laoliu, who was in the pavilion beside the spring, let out a light "Huh" and stood up.

"when--"

Zhang Yuan hammered down, and Huang Laoliu's expression changed instantly. He moved ten feet in one breath.

This kind of speed is only achieved at the peak level of the late Innate Realm.

Huang Laoliu is actually such a strong man.

When Zhang Yuan brought down the second hammer, he was already standing next to the iron felt with his fists clenched.

"when--"

"when--"

Zhang Yuan swung the hammer continuously, and the forging force was so strong that the sound could be heard throughout the valley.

On the iron felt, one hand held the iron block with pliers and turned it over, while the other hand hit it with a hammer. The blue-gray iron block changed shape, like a lump of mud.

"Nine forgings, ten forgings..."

The corners of Huang Laoliu's mouth trembled, and his eyes were fixed on the iron block on the iron felt that was slowly stretched and then took the shape of a long sword.

At this time, Zhao Yu, with a puzzled look on his face, and Princess Fengming, with a surprised look on her face, were already standing not far away.

Zhang Yuan kept moving, forging quickly, then quenching and shaping it. After a while, a sword blank without a blade or handle appeared in his hand.

Although the sword blank is dark blue in color, the hammer marks stacked like chrysanthemums on it and the coldness that already flows faintly even before it is sharpened reveal that this is a truly excellent sword.

"Thorn-"

The sword embryo was quenched, the water light was turbulent, and the mist was rising.

"Five temperings, how is it possible? Why is this forging method..." Huang Laoliu's face flushed, and his eyes never left the sword blank.

Zhang Yuan picked up the sword blank with the tongs, took a look at it, and swung it with his hand. The sword blank flew out and stuck into the bluestone three feet away.

"when--"

The unsharpened sword blank was directly inserted three feet into the bluestone, leaving only two fingers of the sword body and the iron handle outside.

What a power this is.

What a sharp sword this is!

The two big men standing not far away were stunned.

Several old farmers were so scared that they fell to the ground.

Zhao Yu covered his mouth with his hand, and Princess Fengming widened her eyes.

Huang Laoliu's eyes were filled with horror, and he took a step back in disbelief.

Zhang Yuan put down the hammer and looked at Huang Laoliu.

"Follow me for three years, find the right spiritual material, and make a sword tailor-made for me."

"The sword is complete, I will teach you the Art of Forging Weapons."

Huang Laoliu trembled all over, his face flushed red. "The Art of Forging Weapons, the Art of Forging Weapons, the lost heritage of our Jiulian Sect, is truly not yet extinct..."

(End of this chapter)