In fact, it doesn’t matter what the imperial edict is, as long as the Emperor Liang’s will is conveyed, that’s all.
But in fact, Emperor Liang would not seriously give any orders to Jianqi Mountain. Everyone would understand some things if he didn't tell them, but if he did, he would be inferior.
Chen Chao handed the imperial edict in his hand to Mrs. Yang and joked, "Mountain Master, you don't have any intention of killing this junior now, do you?"
Mrs. Yang smiled softly, "How dare you? If you die in Jianqi Mountain, then the people from Jianqi Mountain will be buried with you?"
Chen Chao smiled bitterly.
Mrs. Yang took the imperial edict and took a look at it. She was relieved. The worst result is that this imperial edict contains the decree of Emperor Liang. Then they will be in a dilemma whether to help Chen Chao forge swords or not. Now this imperial edict
There was not a single word in the sky, but it left a bit of thin air for Jianqi Mountain. As for the imperial edict coming to Jianqi Mountain, Mrs. Yang sighed and did not want to think about such a thing anymore.
He put away the imperial edict, looked at the swordsmiths in front of him, and sighed, "Why bother?"
The swordsmiths were silent. At this moment, they also understood what Emperor Liang meant by this move. In this case, who could say anything?
There was no choice left, they could only comply.
"No matter what, I won't do anything."
Wen Hu waved his sleeves and was about to leave this place. The swordsmith's face was very ugly. He was one of the people who strongly opposed it.
Mrs. Yang asked, "The so-called Jianqi Mountain was going to be destroyed before. Why are you so righteous and awe-inspiring?"
Wenhu was startled when he heard this. It was indeed true. He said before that if he forged swords for the Chen Dynasty, Jianqi Mountain might be destroyed. Now if he didn't forge swords for the Chen Dynasty, Jianqi Mountain might be destroyed.
In this case, what is the standpoint of the so-called inability to contribute?
His face turned red and he said nothing.
Mrs. Yang waved her hand, "Let's go, let's go, I didn't count on you in the first place."
After the three sword fairies over there saluted Mrs. Yang, they glanced at Chen Chao, then turned into sword light and disappeared.
Sighing, Mrs. Yang felt so tired.
Mrs. Yang glanced at Chen Chao and said calmly, "Come with me."
Chen Chao cupped his hands and followed Mrs. Yang towards the back mountain. Of course, he still didn't forget to pick up the green bamboo.
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Jianqi Mountain has always been divided into front and rear mountains. The front mountain welcomes guests to choose swords, and the back mountain forges swords and practices. It is almost impossible for ordinary monks to be invited into the back mountain. If it hadn't happened like this today,
I'm afraid he is not qualified to enter the back mountain.
As soon as he stepped into the back mountain, Chen Chao suddenly felt a hot breath coming over him. There was the sound of clanging iron everywhere in the mountain. There were already many swordsmiths who appeared in front of the hall, but there were even more swordsmiths.
In fact, the master has been in the back mountain and paid no attention to today's events. They are the ones who really only care about making swords and turn a deaf ear to other things.
Beside the mountain road, there is a sword furnace standing almost every few dozen steps. Along the way, the sword energy in the back mountain is mixed, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Occasionally, there are a few sword sounds, but they are also different. This is the real Sword Qi Mountain.
Mrs. Yang said softly, "Although Jianqi Mountain has bowed its head, I still can't guarantee that you will be able to forge the sword. You already know the reason."
Chen Chao nodded, "What this junior knows, whether it succeeds or not, I will report back to Your Majesty and explain the reasons clearly."
Mrs. Yang's face looked much better, and she said, "I have thought about what you said, and it does make sense. As for your Majesty, it seems that the whole world has underestimated him."
In the past, the entire spiritual world looked down upon the realm of Emperor Liang. Now, what the whole world looks down upon is the person of Emperor Liang.
Chen Chao was silent. He actually didn't understand his uncle very well. He couldn't understand him.
Even though the two people are connected by blood, they share the same blood.
The two of them walked forward, and soon a path overgrown with weeds appeared in front of them. It looked like no one had passed by it for a long time.
Mrs. Yang led Chen Chao through the overgrown path and then came to a cave covered with ivy.
Mrs. Yang glanced at Chen Chao and then moved forward, with Chen Chao following closely behind.
The cave was long and narrow, full of darkness, probably dozens of feet long. When they reached the end, they saw a ray of light. After that, Mrs. Yang stood at the entrance of the cave and stopped. When Chen Chao came to his side, he realized that there was a different cave here.
The outside is open, like a paradise. There is a waterfall at the end of the vision, and a stream flows slowly. Beside the stream are many red maples. Although it is early summer, the maple leaves are still red. Next to the waterfall is a quiet
Cottages.
Chen Chao exclaimed, "What a beautiful scenery!"
Mrs. Yang ignored it and just whispered, "Wait for me here."
Mrs. Yang walked forward and soon arrived in front of the thatched hut.
An old man with white beard and hair came out. Different from the tall and strong swordsmiths on the mountain, the old man was just stooped and a little short and thin. After seeing Mrs. Yang, the old man glanced at Chen Chao who was carrying green bamboo in the distance.
The lady bowed her hands and said, "Master, uncle, I have something to ask of you."
Mrs. Yang's seniority in the mountain is already very high, but the person in front of her is still his great-uncle, who has lived for who knows how many years.
The world only knows that Madam Yang is the best swordsmith in the world, but it doesn't know that there is such an ancestor in Jianqi Mountain whose sword-making skills far surpass Madam Yang.
Many years ago, the old man's reputation was still great, but after that, the old man closed the furnace for many years and stopped making swords, so the world forgot his name. Nowadays, not many people even think that the old man in front of them is still alive.
"Little Yangzi, I have closed the furnace a long time ago and no longer make swords. Don't you know about this?"
The old man glanced at Mrs. Yang and didn't pay much attention to the mountain owner.
After all, according to the old man's seniority, no matter who he is in Jianqi Mountain, he is a junior in front of him.
Mrs. Yang gritted her teeth and talked about what happened on the mountain before.
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, "What did I think before? I thought you juniors had forged an amazing flying sword. What's wrong? It turns out that the mountain was almost gone. That's all you, Yangzi, have as a mountain master.
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Mrs. Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Of course it's not as great as it was when my uncle was in charge of Jianqi Mountain."
The old man snorted coldly, "Don't flatter me here. I won't let you do this."
Mrs. Yang sighed and said, "If my uncle doesn't have this ability, then if the disciple refuses, he will just say that Jianqi Mountain is incapable. I guess your majesty won't be able to say anything."
The old man clicked his tongue and said, "You don't want to lose your face? Jianqi Mountain can't even repair a broken sword. Are you afraid of being laughed at if word spreads about it?"
Mrs. Yang broke the jar and said, "Anyway, my disciples don't have this ability. My uncle doesn't have this ability. That Jianqi Mountain deserves to be laughed at."
The old man was silent and stared at Mrs. Yang for a few times, then suddenly reached out and gave the Jianqi Mountain Master a chestnut. Mrs. Yang did not dare to hide, but just suffered in silence.
The old man rubbed his brow and did not speak in a hurry.
Mrs. Yang did not dare to say more and could only wait.
"Jianqi Mountain no longer makes flying swords, but instead helps others make knives. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
The old man glanced at Mrs. Yang, paused, and suddenly sighed, "But speaking of which, it's not like Sword Qi Mountain has never forged knives."
This time it was Mrs. Yang's turn to be surprised.
, as the owner of Jianqi Mountain, he had never known that swords were forged in Jianqi Mountain. He grew up in Jianqi Mountain, and no one told him about this past event.
The old man snorted coldly, "It's not a glorious thing. Does it have to be recorded in a book so that you juniors can read it all the time?"
Mrs. Yang asked tentatively, "Then what happened back then?"
"It's an old thing. I didn't say anything back then. I also heard what the elders said. It's not a big shame to bow down in Jianqi Mountain today. It was like that when I was forced to forge that sword. The man went up the mountain.
I want to forge a sword for myself. I, the Jianqi Mountain, have only made swords, so how can I talk about forging a sword? Naturally, no one in the mountain agreed, but that person made up his mind to forge a sword, and then let me, the monks of the Jianqi Mountain, take action.
, could not defeat him, and he even made bold words that if Jianqi Mountain did not forge swords for him, Jianqi Mountain would cease to exist in the world. The seniors had to bow their heads and summon the top swordsmiths at the time to join forces.
A sword was made for him."
The old man sighed and said, "That sword is probably sharper than all the flying swords in Jianqi Mountain. A century-old sword is not enough to look at in front of that sword."
"That is really an unexplainable matter, so I have already strictly ordered the Mountain Master's disciples not to mention it again. To this day, I am the only one who knows about it."
The old man looked at Mrs. Yang and said calmly, "I will tell you today so that you will remember it in your heart, but it cannot be passed on to anyone else. When it is passed on to the next mountain master, you can tell him only one person."
Mrs. Yang's expression was complicated. This was the first time he knew about this past event today, and he felt inexplicably shocked. "Uncle Master, who is that person?"
The old man shook his head, "I don't know. It's a long time ago. I'm afraid that person has died a long time ago. Where is his name left?"
"That's all, bring the people here. Since we've all bowed our heads, it would really be a joke if we still can't do it."
The old man waved his hands, looking a little tired.
Mrs. Yang nodded, then turned around and waved. Chen Chao saw Mrs. Yang's movements and came here carrying the green bamboo.
After putting down the green bamboo, Chen Chao saluted the old man. Although he did not know the identity of the old man, he was obviously an extremely important person in Jianqi Mountain.
The old man looked at Chen Chao and said calmly, "Draw the sword."
Chen Chao heard the sound and held the handle of the knife, then unsheathed the knife in an instant.
The old man's eyes were on Chen Chao's broken knife from beginning to end. When he saw the broken knife coming out of its sheath, his pupils tightened and his face suddenly changed. His expression became extremely gloomy. Looking at the young man in front of him, he said coldly, "This knife is for you."
