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Chapter 155 Recasting the Frost White Sword (Part [-])

Whether Mrs. Shi's crime of treason is true or not, and it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, but in the case of all relatives and children being killed, there is still a chance to pass on the world's unique sword-making method to future generations. For her, It was a very lucky thing, so the old man, who was already an octogenarian at that time, gave Feng Qingcheng all his sword-making experience in his last days.

And Feng Qingcheng, after her death, as a disciple, sent her to the end of the filial piety, doing the utmost of benevolence and righteousness.

After Xiao Lian and Sheng Chuyi silently listened to Feng Chengcheng's words, they fell silent.

This Empress Liang had such deep thoughts and routines that she was admirably speechless.

No wonder the fake Feng Qingcheng was so ostentatious in the capital of God all the year round, and the Kongsang royal family, who had always been strict in family education, ignored her and let her cling to Wen Tingbie like a snake.

No wonder she suddenly became silent in Shendu, and there was no movement at all from the royal family of Kongsang.

Sheng Chuyi regained his composure first, "Princess Feng San, may I have the honor to appreciate your masterpiece?"

He is still worried about this little girl's craftsmanship, but apart from her, I'm afraid there is no better candidate, so he can only look at the sword she forged before making a decision.

Seeing the opportunity to show off, Feng Qingcheng jumped up happily, "Fang Zun, you can just call me Chengcheng from now on, come with me, and show you all the swords I forged!"

Sheng Chuyi followed her into the sword cottage, and Xiao Lian followed Sheng Chuyi.

Feng Qingcheng blocked her body, "The sword hut is a heavy place, idlers are not allowed to enter."

Xiao Lian pretended to be about to fight, but before she could speak, Sheng Chuyi hugged her behind her, "Princess, she is my wife, wherever I am, she is there."

Feng Qingcheng stuck out her tongue at Xiao Lian reluctantly, "Master, you can just call me Chengcheng, and you don't have to be so extravagant."

Sheng Chuyi politely refused, "This seat is no longer the head of the Wanjian Sect, and I am not qualified to accept any more disciples."

Feng Qingcheng stopped for a while, and said with a smile: "That's it, that's okay, I will ask Qiu Mubai to give you the position of head."

Xiao Lian, who was following behind Sheng Chuyi, looked even uglier.

The successor of Mrs. Shi's wife is indeed very accomplished, Sheng Chuyi looked carefully at several Feng Qingcheng's swords, and said to Xiao Lian: "What do you think?"

Xiao Lian didn't have the heart to look at the sword at all, so he said casually, "That's all."

Sheng Chuyi raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, and said to Feng Qingcheng: "Sure enough, if you have passed the truth, then there will be the third princess Lao Feng."

Seeing that Mulan Fangzun recognized the sword she forged, Feng Qingcheng was very happy, "Fangzun, you don't have to accept apprentices, let me sigh, and I will immediately recast the Frost White Sword for you."

Xiao Lian jumped up, "How dare you threaten him!"

"What's the threat? Everything is conditional. Others forge swords and receive money. I forge swords and receive swordsmanship. What's the matter? Madam Shi forges swords for others and receives human lives. Don't you know?"

"You...!" Xiao Lian wanted to fight as the killing chain slipped from his hand, but was stopped by Sheng Chuyi.

"Lianlian, it's all right. Swordsmanship is just a sword technique. Different people have different changes. If you don't have that talent, even if you get it, it's just for display. If you have that talent, it's not a bad thing to pass it on to one more person."

He said to Feng Qingcheng: "There is no problem with the common people sighing for you, but there are two conditions. First, you must not call me your master to the outside world. Second, you must not show off in front of others until your life is at stake. If there is a violation, no matter what country or princess you are from, this seat will take your life at any time, do you understand?"

His voice was very modest and polite, and he spoke slowly, but the content of his words was full of terrifying deterrence.

Seeing that he really agreed, Feng Qingcheng danced and clapped her hands, "Yes, yes, I agree, it's a deal!"

Sheng Chuyi raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a very thin blood-red ice ridge melted, and he held it in his hand like an extremely long and thin needle.

"Princess Feng San, to be frank, I don't believe you, but I don't want you to be coerced, and I don't want you to forge the Frost White Sword with obstacles in my heart, so please feel a little wronged. This seat will melt away for you."

It was only then that Feng Qingcheng realized that the person in front of her was not as gentle as she seemed!
"Fang Zun..."

Before she had time to resist, the needle, which was no longer than three inches long, had already penetrated one temple, and after a while of stinging pain, she lost the feeling.

"Don't worry, Cang Shengtan, pass it on to you now, clearly mark the price, fair trade, I like it very much."

Sheng Chuyi found a chair in the sword hut and sat down, as if turning his back on the guests, he said to Xiao Lian, who was beside him angrily: "Lian Lian, please show her the sigh and dance of the common people."

Xiao Lian refused, "Why me again?"

Sheng Chuyi put his hands on his knees, doing it straight, and said with a smile: "Mine, I just show it to you."

Feng Qingcheng suffered a dull loss, and muttered secretly, "Show affection!"

When Xiao Lian heard her voice, she was happy instead, "Okay, I'll show you the dance. If you change your mind now and call me Master, I don't mind having many juniors."

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingcheng was an unscrupulous and thick-skinned person, her eyes lit up, "Really?"

Xiao Lian originally wanted to take advantage of her, but unexpectedly he was taken advantage of, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Really."

thump!
Feng Qingcheng knelt down on both knees, "Master is on top! Receive a bow from my apprentice!"

Bang bang bang!
That's three rings!

"I'm already on my knees, I've kowtowed my head, so don't go back on your word!"

Xiao Lian: "Get up quickly!"

Feng Qingcheng asked her for a statement, "Are you sure you've accepted me?"

"..., alright, alright, I'll accept you!"

Feng Qingcheng took two steps on her knees, hugging her thighs, "Master!"

She giggled, it doesn't matter if she didn't climb Mulan Fangzun, he loves this little daughter-in-law so much, she can enjoy the shade under the big tree!

Sheng Chuyi smiled slightly, but gloated a little, "Congratulations, Lianlian."

Xiao Lian was suddenly turned into a fan by passers-by, accepted his knees, and became someone's elder, so he couldn't be self-willed anymore, so he had to put on a show, "Okay, as a teacher, let me tell you the sigh of the common people now, you look after it."

What she learned from Sheng Chuyi was originally to deal with sand demons. She was a half-baby, and she was always playful and never reviewed it. After more than a month, she danced again, and she was much worse.

But in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, she was still astonished as a heavenly man, her eyes were wide open, and she wanted to write down every move.

But when she was most excited watching, Xiao Lian put away the sword in her hand and stopped.

"Hey! Why did you stop?"

"What should you call me?"

"Ah, my...Master, why did you stop?"

"This is half, I have already opened my eyes to you, and the second half, the day the sword is completed, will be passed on to you."

Feng Qingcheng looked at Xiao Lian, and then at Sheng Chuyi, you husband and wife, you two are so good together!bully!
……

It is not easy to open the furnace to recast the Frost White Sword, and what's more, this time it is melted with black crystal iron, the furnace is not strong enough, and it will never be able to become a great weapon.

Feng Qingcheng, a girl, spent the whole day in the sword hut sweating and adding firewood, fanning the flames, while Xiao Lian and Sheng Chuyi sat in the yard eating melons to enjoy the shade.

The courtyard door suddenly opened without warning, and a young man stood at the door holding an oiled paper bag, "You...why... are you here..."

It was the little emperor Feng Ziye.

Behind him walked out a man in crimson clothes and white hair, Qiu Mubai.

The two in the yard were sitting in the arms of the other, eating melons and moving their hands and feet at the same time. This moment was full of highlights.

Qiu Mubai was taken aback for a moment, then quickly coughed, and called Feng Ziye who was in front of him, and the two turned their backs.

Xiao Lian hurriedly crawled down from Sheng Chuyi's arms, hid behind him and gnawed melons while secretly having fun.

Sheng Chuyi frowned and poked her forehead hard with his finger, got up and tidied up the messy clothes, and regained his dignity, "Sect Master Qiu, you can turn around now."

Feng Ziye turned around, met Xiao Lian, and said with a smile: "I never expected to see Shuofang's empress and prince in this small courtyard. Presumably the two of you already know about Chengcheng, right?"

Sheng Chuyi bowed slightly to pay tribute, "I have indeed troubled Third Princess Feng by coming here this time."

Qiu Mubai waited for the two of them to finish being polite, then looked at Sheng Chuyi respectfully, lifted his robe, and knelt down, "Disciple Qiu Mubai, pay homage to Master Uncle."

If Sheng Chuyi's appearance had changed due to taking Xueyoutan all the year round, he wouldn't be able to recognize it.

Right now, it's instantly recognizable.

"The disciple was surprised to hear that the master uncle is still alive, so he should come to see him in person. However, he is bound by the secular world and cannot be excused. I ask the master uncle to forgive me."

Feng Ziye wondered: "He is the legendary Mulan Fangzun? When did you know?"

Qiu Mubai felt a little embarrassed, "A while ago, there was a Donghuang killer who assassinated Kong Peacock King Riyue Sheng. Someone used a flower branch to repel the master of Chiri Hall. He used the sword technique of Wan Jianzong and claimed... ..."

He glanced at Sheng Chuyi with a smile on his face, and seeing that he was not angry, he said, "He claims to be the ancestor of Wan Jianzong. Others mistakenly thought that this was done by Mu Bai, but when Mu Bai heard about it, he immediately understood , it’s your master uncle who showed up.”

After hearing the last sentence, Sheng Chuyi was a little displeased, and asked Xiao Lian, "Am I that old?"

Xiao Lian chuckled, "Here, you are the oldest."

After speaking, he got a chestnut on the head.

Several people were courteous. Although Feng Ziye was an emperor, he was still a child at heart. Back then, Qiu Lie, the God of God, admired Xiao Lian's skills to the utmost. Now they had a chance to meet again, and they heard that she had accepted her own sister as a As an apprentice, he immediately relied on asking for a teacher.

Over there, in the pavilion, Qiu Mubai respectfully accompanied Sheng Chuyi, and sincerely apologized for the disrespect above Qiu Lie, and when he mentioned the capital of God, he hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Sheng Chuyi handed over a piece of melon, "If you have anything to say, just say it, hesitating, there is no such thing as a suzerain."

Qiu Mubai was afraid that he was still thinking about seeking revenge, so he accompanied him carefully and said: "Your Majesty, you know that there is news from the Emperor's Palace that on the day of the summer solstice this year, the saint's wedding ceremony will be held as scheduled. You..."

Sheng Chuyi said calmly: "It doesn't matter, just let them go."

He looked at Xiao Lian who was chatting nonsense with Feng Ziye, since she came back and let go of the past, he naturally made her happy and was willing to spend a leisurely life with her.

But Qiu Mubai's few words were blown into Xiao Lian's ears along with the wind, and she was a little dazed.

Summer Solstice, Heavenly Marriage, Divine Emperor Palace!
She stood where she was, and Feng Ziye, who was beaming and boasting in front of her eyes, was gone. There was only fire, the overwhelming scorching fire!
The pain of burning flesh and blood seemed to be dug out from the depths of the soul, so clear.

Seeing the faces of Wen Tingbie and the other venerables through the firelight, some people were terrified, some were at a loss, some gloated at other people's misfortune, and some feared that the world would not be chaotic.

I also saw Min Sheng, whose legs were soaked in blood, looking at her through the sky fire, and opened and closed his lips, as if silently saying, "I'm sorry."

There are also Nong Chen, Si Ming, and Chen Su, seeing her suicide in the world, crying out in grief, for her and for themselves.

"Lian Lian, what's the matter?"

Sheng Chuyi's voice sounded beside her ears, very soft and far away. He called her a lot before she heard it clearly and came to her senses, "Ah? It's okay. I'm a little tired and I won't play anymore."

At this time, Feng Qingcheng rushed out of the sword hut in disgrace, "Hurry up, the temperature of the furnace is just right, it's ready to forge swords! ——Huh? Are you all there?"

……

Sheng Chuyi sent Xiao Lian into the room to rest, seeing that she was suddenly in poor spirits, worried that it was because she was pregnant, and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"One thing, I'll just sleep for a while."

His hand passed by her ear, please touch the fragment of the broken sword, "Lian Lian, this one should be returned to me."

"Okay." Xiao Lianzhen took off the earring seriously and handed it to Sheng Chuyi, "I have kept it for you for so long, and now it is returned to the original owner."

Sheng Chuyi held the shard in his palm, "Recasting a sword with shark beads does not happen overnight. For the next nine days, I will stay by the fireside all the time. There must be no mistakes. You obediently wait for me outside. "

"Well, okay." Xiao Lian obediently agreed.

"Don't cause trouble."

"Understood, let's go, I missed this furnace temperature, and I don't know when it will start again. I will wait for you obediently, and promise not to cause trouble."

He stuffed her into the quilt again, settled her down carefully, then closed the door, followed Feng Qingcheng into the sword cottage.

On the bed, the moment the door closed, Xiao Lian's eyes suddenly opened, a deep and thick black color.

Without the suppression of the Frost White Sword's edge, a deep resentment surged up, awakening the dark power absorbed from the square inch of the sky before, and instantly drowning her whole body.

……

In the sword hut, the temperature was extremely high, so Feng Qingcheng was only wearing a thin shirt with the neckline open, sweat dripped from her cheeks, and slid onto the dimples of her neck and shoulders, shining brightly against the fire.

She peeked at Sheng Chuyi, that he was able to remain motionless in such a high temperature without a single drop of sweat, and she couldn't help being in awe.

Sheng Chuyi took out the shark bead, stood by the furnace, watched it quietly for a long time, as if saying goodbye, then without any hesitation, sent it into the furnace together with fragments of the Frost White Sword.

In the furnace fire, the shark beads gradually melted with the high temperature, fused with the melted black crystal iron, turned into iron flow, sent into the sword mold, took shape, and then repeatedly tempered until it became steel.

In the sword hut, there was a sound, a hammer and a hammer, day and night.

In the hut, Xiao Lian, who had slept for an unknown amount of time, was woken up.

She got up from the bed and went straight to the sword hut quietly. The door opened a gap, and the sound of hammering inside was sonorous and powerful.

"Your Majesty, let me do it." Feng Qingcheng was a little embarrassed, who is the swordsmith now?

Sheng Chuyi had already removed his outer robe at this time, rolled up his sleeves, and tempered the Frost White Sword himself, "Although you have superb casting skills, the strength of this tempering is still a bit short, I will do it myself."

Every time he tempered a thousand times, he dripped a drop of blood, and the blood fell on the red sword, sizzled, and turned into white smoke.

Feng Qingcheng wanted to lend a hand to help, but there was nothing to do. Seeing that he was finally sweating, he was amazed, that's great, your old man finally knows how hot it is!

She grabbed the sweat towel casually and rushed over to wipe off his sweat.

After wiping it, it wasn't clean, Feng Qingcheng wanted to wipe it again, but Sheng Chuyi turned his head away, "Get out of the way, don't be distracted."

"Oh."

She took a step back, became idle again, and continued to stand aside to watch the excitement.

Suddenly, Feng Qingcheng felt a gaze falling on her body, and a chilling feeling made her hair stand on end.

She looked towards the door, and found Xiao Lian standing there like a ghost outside the gap.

Murderous!It's over!Misunderstood!

Feng Qingcheng quickly threw away the sweat towel, "I'll go out for a while."

After speaking, he rushed out.

"Master... Master!"

Xiao Lian's hands were extremely fast, and he directly grabbed her neck, lowering his voice, "Uncle is mine, anyone who dares to think about him will die!"

Feng Qingcheng's throat was suddenly choked, unable to speak, she made gestures, "Let go... open... open..."

"He still needs you, don't kill him for the time being, if you dare to do it again, be careful!" Xiao Lian slowly let go of her neck.

She walked around Feng Qingcheng and looked in through the crack of the door. Between her eyebrows and eyes, there were indescribable admiration and yearning, but also an indescribable depth and darkness. The silver-white divine seal on her forehead, like a lotus flower, flashed by.

(End of this chapter)