Chapter 138 The Boy on the Road

Xiao Yuer thought that his previous words were a way out for the scattered people, but she didn't expect that they would block him late at night again and take him to the conference hall.

In the conference hall, Yang Xiao and Fan Yao and Wei Xiao were all there.

Xiao Yuer broke away from Monk Peng and Tieguan Taoist, walked to the front seat and sat down, crossed her legs and said impatiently: "What tricks do you have to use them quickly."

Yang Xiao and Fan Yao looked at each other, then led the crowd to kneel in front of Xiao Yuer and said loudly: "See the Deputy Leader!"

Xiaoyuer jumped up from the chair in shock, smiled and said, "Hehe, what are you just doing?"

Yang Xiao looked up and said, "Young Master Jiang had a first say before, saying that you would join the Ming Cult unless you were given the position of leader of the sect. Now we sincerely recommend you as the deputy leader of my sect. Except for leader Zhang, all matters in the sect are decided by you." After that, Yang Xiao bowed again.

"Wait!" Xiao Yu'er interrupted him, "I'm talking about the leader. You deputy leader is too perfunctory, it doesn't count!"

Yang Xiao said: "Chief Zhang is now alone, and you are the only one in the sect. Although you are only the deputy sect leader, you are like the leader and the deputy sect leader. You are a word of nothing, and I believe you will never break your promise."

Xiaoyuer was very upset, so he didn't want to be the deputy leader. It seemed that he couldn't stay in this place anymore.

"Hehe, Yang Zuojun, you are polite, you are polite..." Xiao Yuer got off the chair and helped the few people kneeling on the ground one by one, from the inside to the outside, and when he reached the last person, he quickly reached out and pushed him out, but he ran in less than ten steps before hitting the person head-on.

He also knew that it was not good for him to do so, so he blushed embarrassedly.

Zhou Zhiruo looked up at him and said, "You want to tell me that you have never cast a sword before."

Gu Yi looked at the extra girl in the yard and saw that she was wearing plain clothes, but she was young but attractive, and she was not an ordinary person.

The waiter said impatiently: "If you don't buy it, don't buy it. Get out of here. Don't do your job every day. Let's wait for when you pay for the sake money!"

"Yingtian Sword!" Gu Jian stood up, his eyes as if he was about to pop out, "This, this is actually the Yitian Sword?" Gu Jian's voice couldn't help but rise, his tone was full of shock.

The other short sword is similar to this one, but the sword body is shining with red light. The feeling of holding it in the hand is not as deep as the previous cold. Instead, it is a bit warm. It is not that the sword is warm, but it gives people the feeling.

The shape of the dagger is very unique. The hilt is longer than that of an ordinary dagger, and the sword body is slenderer than that of an ordinary dagger. The sword bore upwards, which looks like a bird. Zhou Zhiruo picked up one of the daggers. The sword body shone with a faint blue light in the sunlight. The blade was sharp and even more cold.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't want to pay attention and went to lead the horse tied outside.

"Be good, Yitian Sword!" Gu Jian couldn't help but touch Yitian Sword, his eyes as if they were about to stick to it.

Good, the Dragon Slaying Sword is the most treasure in the world. Today he was able to witness the appearance of two treasures at the same time. How lucky he is!

"What dragon-slaying sword? Have you been fighting back with wine?" Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice came over. Zhou Zhiruo looked up and happened to see Gu Jian's father walking out of the room.

Zhou Zhiruo placed the wooden box on the stone table. Before he opened it, Gu Jian felt the chill in the wooden box. After Zhou Zhiruo opened it, he felt the chilling feeling even deeper, which made people tremble. But after looking again, he found that the sword had broken.

However, Zhou Zhiruo was calm and unaffected.

The young man saw Zhou Zhiruo leaving and hurriedly caught up with him.

Zhou Zhiruo was very bored: "You said your family was a sword-casting, but I think your father shouldn't be able to cast the sword I want, so say goodbye."

"How do you know?" Gu Jian widened his eyes and looked at Zhou Zhiruo incredibly.

Xiao Yuer walked up to Xin Lie and the others and said, "Why don't you get up quickly?"

"Yang Zuo Envoy, please get them up quickly!" Xiao Yu'er asked Yang Xiao for help. Yang Xiao was still alive and said nothing, "Only the deputy leader can get them up."

"Okay! I'll agree!" Xiaoyuer said helplessly.

"girl."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled coldly and said indifferently: "There is no way out. You can't use your right hand and your left hand. But your father is addicted to the regret of failure and numb himself by drinking all day long. Aren't such a person cowardly? In five years, I'm afraid that his left hand can no longer hold the hammer."

The young man in gray rolled around the ground, stood up and said with his hips on his back, "If you don't sell it, don't sell it, why are you going to be so arrogant! I won't buy it yet!"

Gu Jian may be as his father said, and he is fantastic in sword making, but his ideas are very novel, which makes her unable to help but be moved.

"Sword of the Heavenly Sword."

Zhou Zhiruo looked carefully and found that there was a tiny trace in the center of the sword body that was flashing with blue light.

But if Zhou Zhiruo doesn't say it doesn't mean others don't say it.

The Gu Jian family was far away from the town and was hiding at the foot of a mountain. When they opened the door, there was a large sword-casting workshop inside, but it seemed that it had not been a long time since the furnace was opened. There were three rooms in it. Gu Jian pointed to the one on the left and said, "My father lives there. The one next to him is my room, and the one on the right is for you to live in. The time it takes to forge a sword is quite long."

"Mr. Gu, I'm here to help me recast the sword. I may have troubled me in the past few days. Please forgive me." Zhou Zhiruo was kind-hearted, but she didn't get up. Gu Yi was too lazy to care about it. He only cared about his own wine. Gu Jian couldn't take out the wine, so he became angry and scolded the sky and the earth. Finally, he was tired and went back to his room to lie down.

The young man was probably afraid that Zhou Zhiruo would not believe him, so he kept talking about their family along the way.

When Zhou Zhiruo heard the news, she had already visited no less than ten sword-casting masters, but none of them could cast the sword they wanted.

Gu Jian looked at Zhou Zhiruo and felt a little embarrassed, but Zhou Zhiruo didn't seem to care. She asked Gu Jian to sit down and told him what she asked.

They shouted over and over again, and Xiaoyuer was a little at a loss. He went to pull them up, but these people just couldn't.

Zhou Zhiruo paused and looked down at him.

The boy has clear eyebrows and shiny eyes.

Suddenly he reacted and looked at the broken knife in the box: "Then this knife...is...are it...a dragon slaying sword?"

Zhou Zhiruo stared at the young man in front of her. Seeing that he was young and at most twenty years old, he could really cast the sword she wanted?

The boy knew that he was not enough to win the trust of others, so he hurriedly said, "If a girl doesn't believe it, you can go to my house to see it. My house is really a sword-casting."

Zhou Zhiruo did not comment. Seeing a stone table and bench in front of the sword casting workshop, she walked over and sat down. Gu Jian rushed to pour her a glass of water, but it was cold.

"But it's not that I've never been. I learned from my father when I was a child and made a few small things. Wait and I'll show you." As he said that, Gu Jian ran back to the house and took out a package. He opened it in front of Zhou Zhiruo, and a pair of short swords lay inside.

Gu Jian seemed to admire his father very much, and he was full of regret when talking about these things.

The boy's face smiled even more, nodding repeatedly, and even personally leading her horse.

“That’s right.”

"Dad, I..." Gu Jian was a little afraid of his father and hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't say much, letting the young man lead her horse away.

"I heard one of my uncles say that there was a beautiful girl holding a wooden box and looking for sword-casting masters everywhere. I think she should be you, girl." The boy smiled when he spoke, looking dazed, which was very different from the way he was arguing with someone at the restaurant just now. "To be honest, my family is a sword-casting master, why don't you show me?"

Xiaoyuer swallowed, and heard a sudden sound in the yard. Everyone knelt down and shouted loudly: "See the Deputy Leader! See the Deputy Leader!..."

But Gu Jian couldn't say it out, so he pretended to pick up the broken sword and asked, "What kind of sword is this?"

Things in the world are full of troubles, so it is better to be free than to be idle clouds and wild cranes.

It turned out that the young man was named Gu Jian. His father Gu Yi was once a very powerful sword-casting master, but Gu Yi loved drinking. One night five years ago, he was drunk and insisted on running to make a sword. As a result, he accidentally knocked down the sword frame. The sword on it fell down and pierced Gu Yi's right wrist. From then on, his right hand could no longer be used and could not make a sword, but he became more and more fond of drinking. He beat and scolded Gu Jian if he didn't drink it every day.

"It's true!" Gu Jian seemed to have suffered a considerable impact in his heart, and he was speechless.

Xiao Yuer was so angry that he could leave without hesitation, but when he looked at Tang Yang, Yan Yuan, Xin Lie, Xu Da, and those friends who had talked and laughed with him, they knelt in front of him and begged him, and if he believed him, he would never be able to leave.

Xin Lie glanced at Yang Xiao and saw Yang Xiao nodding slightly before Xin Lie and the others stood up.

Yang Xiao smiled and said nothing.

Gu Jian seemed to be stunned, and suddenly threw away the reins and said angrily: "No!"

It was too dark, and Xiao Yuer stopped and came carefully. All the heroes of the Ming Cult and the rebel generals from all over the country were standing in the yard, obviously waiting for him.

Gu Jian felt relieved when he saw that Zhou Zhiruo did not dislike him. In fact, his family was not in good condition. He spent all his savings on his father's treatment before, and his father loved to drink, and his daily alcohol money was quite large. He could not even support his family every day.

The boy laughed twice, touched the back of his head, looking a little stupid.

The boy was captured by her aura and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but seeing that she had already turned over and held the reins, she hurriedly said, "Miss, are you looking for a sword-casting master?"

Zhou Zhiruo said, "Your father is a coward."

There were not many people in the tea shop. Zhou Zhiruo sat by the window and looked out the window.

Zhou Zhiruo knew that the man was always moved when he saw his appearance, and he didn't take it seriously. She asked the shop to give the tea money. She carried her luggage and carried a long wooden box with a broken knife and a broken sword out of the tea shop, but saw the boy standing at the door of the tea shop, staring at her and smiling foolishly.

She sighed and suddenly saw an argument in a wine shop across the street, and a young man in gray was thrown out of the store.

It seemed that he was a debt that he was not paying back. Zhou Zhiruo felt bored and was about to withdraw his gaze, but the young man suddenly turned around and stopped moving when he saw her.

Although Xiao Yuer was driven to the shelves and became the deputy leader of the Ming Cult, it was a great joy for the Ming Cult. Before dawn, Yang Xiao asked someone to take a walk out overnight. Within a few days, the news that Jiang Xiaoyu was the deputy leader of the Ming Cult spread throughout the martial arts world.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Gu Jian coldly, and Gu Jian couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then seemed to feel that he was a little too cowardly, so he straightened his back and said loudly: "Yes, I can cast a sword for you. What's wrong? I look down on me, I will tell you that my sword-making skills are good, don't underestimate me!"

Zhou Zhiruo thought Gu Jian was really simple. His sword-casting furnace had not been opened for a long time. Seeing that he looked like a thin scholar, how could he swing the sword-casting hammer?

You know, making a sword is a long-lasting life with great effort.

That day she stayed in a small town, which was located in the southwestern border and was not crowded, so Zhou Zhiruo found a tea shop to rest.

The boy suddenly fell silent, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Gu Jian said: "These two short swords are a pair, one yin and one yang, and it took about five years to go on. Look at the blue on the body of this sword. This is peacock blue. It took me a long time to make it. There is also this red. It is not pure red, but goose crown red. It is deeper than ordinary red and looks warmer... Also, do you know what materials are used for this pair of short swords?... It took me two years to collect these materials... And, I used to hope that the two short swords could sense each other, but unfortunately it did not... But I only successfully cast this pair of short swords, and nothing else was successful. My father said that I would think about everything all day long. This pair of short swords looked sharp, but actually very fragile. I tried it before, and it was easy to have gaps when it was touched with other weapons. Later I made it up. You can still see it if you look closely."

Zhou Zhiruo frowned and her eyes were cold.

So it just looks like a fool, but it is actually useless.

"Wait." Gu Jian suddenly pulled the reins again, "I didn't say I asked my father to cast a sword for you."

Zhou Zhiruo still didn't believe it, but she found many famous sword-making masters along the way but couldn't make what she wanted. Maybe she would find another way and hit the dead mouse instead?

"You are leading the way."

"you……"

Gu Jian was not confident enough to speak, and his sword-casting skills should not be much better, but since he had the courage, Zhou Zhiruo planned to give him this opportunity.

"Miss Zhou, there is something...I want to explain it to you." Gu Jian suddenly hesitated.

Unfortunately, she still has many unfinished things, many unwillingness and regrets.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at the cup and it was quite clean, so she didn't care about drinking it.

The Yitian Sword only needs to connect the break. As for the Dragon Slaying Sword, she wants to recast it into a pair of male and female swords.

However, when Gu Jian heard the male and female swords, his eyes lit up, and obviously thought of his pair of short swords.

Zhou Zhiruo learned in his previous life that Yang Guo and his wife used the Jade Girl Suxin Sword Technique to have a sense of mutual response. She thought, people can have a sense of response, but is that sword and sword, and sword, or is it possible?

I think there should be some gentleman swords and lady swords, but they don’t seem to be very obvious, but more because of their sharpness.

So she had such an idea since she thought of casting a male and female sword. However, she knew that it was too difficult to realize these ideas, so she could re-construct a pair of sharp swords. But the sword-casting masters she had found before could not even re-construct a sword, and she encountered Gu Jian.
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