On New Year's Eve, Song Mu finished his morning reading and hurried out of the door.
Today is the day he agreed with Tian Bailian to get the sword. Song Mu is also looking forward to what his Kawaze will look like, and he can't wait at this moment.
We followed the street to the outside of the blacksmith shop. The street was a little deserted today, but even in the cold morning, just approaching the blacksmith shop, we could immediately feel the hot atmosphere.
When Song Mu arrived here, he happened to meet Tian Qiandui coming out of it. Although it was New Year's Eve, his shop was not closed yet, but there were a lot fewer clerks in the shop.
"Song Jieyuan, you are here so early, please come inside."
Tian Qiandui also saw Song Mu and said with a smile. Song Mu also quickly handed over some gifts he bought and followed him towards it, but he looked around and asked.
"Your blacksmith shop doesn't rest even after thirty?"
Tian Qiandui smiled and said.
"There are only some scattered iron tools left for forging. We can finish it this morning. Is Song Jieyuan coming here just for Chuanze?"
Song Mu smiled and nodded. At this moment, the other party was also carrying a gift and leading Song Mu towards the yard.
Arriving in the backyard, it was quite clean today. Before Song Mu saw Tian Bailian, he heard his voice.
"Song Jieyuan came alone today?"
Song Mu quickly stepped forward, took out another long box from his body, and said.
"Master is going to a meeting with friends today, and he specially ordered me to bring these gifts to meet the old gentleman."
What Song Mu held in his hand was a gift prepared by Tao Fengming.
Tian Bailian was boxing in the courtyard at the moment, and every move was very straight. He also looked up at Song Mu, then nodded and asked Song Mu to sit down first.
After a while, he stopped and walked forward, took the box, and smiled when he saw it was a dark silver metal block.
"Okay, I will accept such a gift. Kawasawa is now finished. It is perfect after quenching."
Song Mu stood up quickly after hearing these words, with some suppressed excitement on his face at this moment, while Tian Bailian had slowly taken out a long sword from a box next to him.
Song Mu recognized it as Kawaze's scabbard at a glance, and stepped forward with eager eyes. Tian Bailian handed it over in front of Song Mu.
"Kawazawa is a work that I am very satisfied with. This time of re-forging, it has undergone even more incredible changes."
Tian Bailian was also looking at Kawaze at this moment, with a somewhat obsessed look on his face. He must have had a deep love for forging civilian soldiers.
Song Mu took it solemnly and felt that Kawaze was a bit heavier when he started to take it.
The red coral forge condensed in it may have caused many changes in Kawasawa.
Song Mu held the hilt of the long sword very solemnly, and then slowly pulled it out of the scabbard.
As soon as the sword edge came out, there was no dazzling light, but instead a very soft aura came from it.
As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, it already stirred up the literary energy in the world.
And Song Mu also felt a familiar feeling well up in his heart, and he felt a sense of familiarity from using Kawaze for so long.
The long sword was completely unsheathed. Song Mu looked at the thing in his hand, his expression suddenly filled with joy.
Tian Bailian next to him also showed a satisfied smile at this moment and said.
"The use of red coral to condense it has indeed made its zodiac signs more balanced, but its characteristics have been somewhat lost. I wonder how you will use it in the future."
Song Mu was also holding a long sword at this moment. He sensed it for a while in the courtyard, and then began to swing the long sword. Some of the literary power in his body poured into it. Song Mu immediately felt the difference in the aura of the long sword.
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This feeling is very subtle, but at this moment, the literary energy is no longer condensed like water, but is wrapped around the sword in the form of air. It seems that as long as Song Mu is willing, any poem can bring about this change in literary energy.
After putting away Chuanze, Song Mu bowed respectfully to Tian Bailian and said in a deep voice.
"The junior is extremely grateful to the senior for helping me."
Tian Bailian took a sip of tea, waved his hand and said.
"This matter is not worth mentioning. It suits me very much to see the soldiers in my hands change even more."
Tian Bailian said with emotion, but now he said to Song Mu.
"This sword is called Chuanze. I think there is no need to change the name. As for the future."
"Kawaze is already the best among the scholars and soldiers. I was forged by a talented man at first, but later I fell into the hands of your master."
Saying this, Tian Bailian continued with some emotion.
"Do you know whose hand this sword was originally in?"
Song Mu raised his head with a puzzled look on his face, while Tian Bailian was filled with relief.
"He is the proud son of the younger generation of the Du Shi Sect, Du Feiying."
"I think your master was a proud man who had reached the pinnacle of excellence."
Song Mu was suddenly shocked. He never expected that the Chuanze in his hand had such a legendary story. His master once had a confrontation with Du Feiying, who had killed seven demon kings in the northwest demon country.
Tian Bailian also sighed slightly, saying not to live up to the reputation that this sword should have.
Song Mu nodded heavily, but Tian Bailian suddenly said something to Song Mu again.
"Song Jieyuan can allow Huangfu Fengming, who once regarded strong men as ants, to accept you as his disciple, which shows that you are powerful."
"If in the future, everyone thinks of Song Jieyuan when they mention Sichuan Ze, it will be my blessing, Tian Bailian."
When Song Mu heard what the other party said, he looked solemn at the moment. He pursed his lips and nodded, bowed deeply to the other party, and walked away.
After leaving the blacksmith shop, with the long sword in his hand, Song Mu felt a little more excited in his heart, and even more eager to try.
Song Mu thought of the list of demon sects that he had just obtained a few days ago, but after thinking for a moment, Song Mu decided to postpone it and let them pass this New Year's Eve, thus saving himself from causing trouble to the government on this New Year's Eve.
At that moment, Song Mu walked towards Sun's house. When he arrived at the door of Sun's house, he saw several carriages parked at the door, and several people were kneeling in front of Sun's house.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Song Mu looked surprised, and walked up to take a look, and found that the kneeling people were actually Kuang Bing.
All of them had bruises on their noses and swollen faces, and looked depressed. They were wearing single clothes and kneeling in this cold winter, which made people look a little surprised.
Many people nearby were also watching, but the expressions on their faces were much more cheerful.
Song Mu finally understood why Sun Qinghe went out so excitedly this early in the morning.
He really did what he said. On New Year's Eve, he came to teach these so-called general disciples a lesson and even pulled him here to kneel down.
Song Mu didn't feel that there was any injustice or grievance at all, so he also stepped forward at this moment.
Those people also noticed Song Mu's figure. When they looked up, they all had complicated expressions, and Kuang Bing's face was even more flashing.
Song Mu didn't even look at them and walked into the courtyard, but heard a sharp shout coming from inside.
"Kneel down, otherwise you won't even think about going back for the New Year's Eve dinner tonight!"
The people outside the door suddenly shuddered and knelt down with low eyebrows.
Song Mu listened intently, but saw that there were many people in the courtyard of Sun's house today, mostly people in rich and colorful clothes. They were all gathered in front of Sun Qinghe. They all looked distressed and begged for something.
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He must be the elder of the general's disciple's family.
Sun Qinghe's ancestors were Jinshi for several generations, and there were even Hanlin literati. They were also from famous families, so their status in Jinling City was very transcendent.
Sun Qinghe's actions can be considered reasonable and reasonable, and cannot be regarded as overreaching. The families of these generals are suffering, and they only want to make peace at the moment.
But it was obvious that Sun Qinghe didn't accept the begging at all. He immediately threw away these guys and said something harshly.
"You have the nerve to talk about it here. If you impose discipline, what if there is only one seedling but not one seedling? Won't we, Jinling City, have a few more famous generals?"
"If you serve your country, you will be praised by the people for eternity. Instead of being a bunch of scoundrels now, they will look for someone to wipe your ass when something goes wrong!"
"If you keep talking, I will put them all into the barracks and empty the cesspools for my men!"
Sun Qinghe spoke righteously, but at this moment his eyes saw Song Mu who was hurriedly passing by, and he shouted immediately.
"Nephew Song, walk slowly!"
Song Mu paused, grinned, and quickly raised his hands, but Sun Qinghe pointed at Song Mu and said to those people.
"Take a good look. This is Song Mu of the Song family in Shiyang. He is only eighteen years old and is already a member of the Yuan Dynasty. Let's take a look at your good children and grandchildren?"
When Song Mu heard this, he felt hot at the moment. He was using himself to educate these guys.