Luochuan's stay in Wanhua Tower was very short. He only had a brief chat with Jin'er, the oiran, and then got up and left, without listening to the song or enjoying the dance.
No further contact with anyone else.
After leaving the Wanhua Building and boarding the carriage, Luo Chuan placed the pitch-black flying sword and the hilt horizontally on his knees, lightly stroking the hilt with one hand and said to the shadow, "This Jin'er is not simple, he should be quite capable as well."
The person who told the story, her parents are actually swordsmen of the Golden Sword Sect, and they seem to be of high rank. Otherwise, even if she grew up next to her parents' forging furnace, it is absolutely impossible to just rely on sight.
Look, without using even a shred of infuriating energy, you can determine the top grade of this flying sword, and you can also see its characteristics."
"Perhaps she already knew about this sword. She had seen it with her own eyes or heard someone talking about it," Shadow said with some uncertainty, "
After all, this flying sword was obtained from Yun Bai Lou. If Jin'er was entrusted with an important task by Yun Bai Lou and sent to Li City, she must be his confidant among the Yin spirits. This can be seen from her current attitude towards us.
Thing, this is an extremely smart woman."
Luo Chuan nodded, "Of course I'm not so arrogant as to think that locking her away from the city with a single word can convince such a woman. But if her parents are from the Golden Sword Sect,
A high-level swordsman, for a sect like the Golden Sword Sect, which is famous for forging flying sword magic weapons, is definitely not the type to be discarded casually. Why was she reduced to the point of entering the Yin Spirit? Even the one who was assigned to that time was
Leaving the city? You must know that even she herself is already a sword cultivator in the fifth realm. At such an age, her talent is very good."
Shadow shook his head and said nothing.
"Interesting, interesting," Luo Chuan did not expect to get the answer right away. With a move of his hand, he pulled out the jet-black flying sword for more than an inch. He looked at the complicated but familiar texture on the sword and admired the sharpness.
Zhimei said, "I don't have much to do in the afternoon. Let's go to the silversmith. If he can put a scabbard on this flying sword, that would be great."
Shadow thought for a while and said, "It would be better to send someone to Sanjing Town in the Cangyan Basin to find an old blacksmith. He is a craftsman who is really capable of making high-quality or even top-quality weapons. The silversmith's cultivation is indeed advanced, but the
The things are all used by women, and the ordinary blacksmiths are his registered disciples."
Before Shadow finished speaking, Luo Chuan understood what she meant and couldn't help but smile, "The old blacksmith in Sanjing Town? I should have seen him. When he went to Cangyan to take office, Uncle Jiang asked the old blacksmith to make a flying needle.
I don’t know what grade it was finally formed into,” he thought about it nostalgically, then smiled, “It feels like it was a long time ago, but in fact it only lasted a year.”
Shadow didn't answer.
Luo Chuan said again, "Let's go to the silversmith first and ask. If that doesn't work, then go to the old blacksmith. Maybe we can stay longer when we return to Licheng this time. We should give it a good scabbard, and then we can make do with it."
If it goes down, it would be a pity if it really falls down the rank."
The shadow nodded and then disappeared.
Luo Chuan put the jet-black flying sword aside, stretched out his hand to open the car curtain, and looked outside. He saw that there was indeed no one on the streets leaving the city when he came back last time.
It was like a lively scene where talented people from all over the world gathered, but it was definitely not deserted. There were many merchants and pedestrians, but when they saw their convoy surrounded by Lijun Qingqi, palace attendants and guards, most of them knelt down to salute.
, without looking up, it makes people feel that the city seems to have lost some vitality.
The journey was smooth, and the convoy soon arrived at the alley where the back door of the blacksmith shop in the business district was. When Luo Chuan got off the carriage, the silversmith and several young men dressed as blacksmiths were waiting here.
"I've met the prefect."
"Meet the Governor."
"No need to be polite," Luo Chuan and the silversmith were already familiar with each other. He simply smiled and nodded to the young people around him, and then walked in side by side with him through the back door. The shadow did not appear, and he did not know where he went.
Luo Chuan handed the jet-black flying sword to the silversmith together with the scabbard in his hand. As he walked, he explained the purpose of his visit, "I'm here for this flying sword."
The silversmith took the flying sword, first carefully checked the cracks on the scabbard, and then pulled out the flying sword with a choking sound. He looked closely at its texture and veins in the sun, and then flicked his finger, sending a dark yellow light there.
On top of the flying sword, he waved his hand casually, and a stone that looked like a whetstone in the corner of the backyard was silently split into two. He used his fingers to flick the ball on the sword, "The best flying sword."
He looked at the scabbard in his other hand that was full of fine cracks, and said with a smile, "Trash scabbard."
"That's right," Luo Chuan said with a smile, "That's why I came to see senior this time. This flying sword is called the Sword of the Princes. It was a gift from Yun Bailou in Guang County. He originally gave the sword to me.
At that time, there was only a flying sword without a scabbard. The younger generation didn't think much of it at all. After all, flying swords are rare. Many swordsmen can make them very well without a scabbard. But after all, this sword is too long and it is inconvenient to carry.
I made a custom-made sword scabbard, but unexpectedly, the wooden scabbard would be damaged within a few days, and replacing it with a fine iron scabbard still didn't work. Its sword energy was so strong that it could crack the fine iron scabbard."
"I met a girl today, and when I asked her casually, she actually told me that this flying sword can be 'self-refined with sword energy'. If you don't get a good scabbard, it might even fall down the rank," he said, facing the silversmith with some confusion.
With a surprised look, he said, "That's why I came to ask senior if I could make a suitable scabbard for this sword."
???????????????The silversmith stopped and asked, "A girl? What else did she say?"
"She said that the scabbard must be neither copper nor iron, with a moderate width. The inside of the sheath must be engraved with the Qi Condensation Array, and the outside of the sheath must be engraved with the Qi Gathering Array. The inside and outside are integrated. It is a fine product, so it can match this sword," Luo Chuan said.
He said without missing a word, adding at the end, "This girl's parents are both sword masters from the Golden Sword Sect."
"Golden Sword Gate?" The silversmith looked a little confused on his face, but then he didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "What this girl said is basically right. It's just that it's not difficult to make a high-quality flying sword. It's just right to make one like this."
It’s not easy to get a high-quality scabbard, but the governor needs it urgently?”
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"It's not too urgent." When Luo Chuan saw the silversmith talking like this, he had no intention of continuing to go deeper into his blacksmith shop and stopped there. "Senior can write what materials are needed to make such a scabbard and how much it costs.
Give me a list and I'll have someone from the palace deliver it."
"It's not urgent. Let's make it first. The prefect will never be short of this thing," the silversmith smiled honestly and waved his hand, then raised the black flying sword in his hand and said, "This sword will stay here."
I’m here.”
"Of course," Luo Chuan said as soon as he cupped his hands and was about to leave, but the silversmith spoke again.
"Your Majesty, can you tell me the girl's name and where she is now?" the silversmith asked.
Luo Chuan's expression was a little strange. He took one look at the silversmith's honest and serious look, and said, "This girl's name is Su Jin'er, and she is currently in... Wanhua Building, Licheng City."