The rising sun hangs in the sky, and the blue sky is as clear as the sky.

Long Qingyun and his group were six. As soon as they entered Lin'an City, there were crowds of people, laughing and noisy, the wide streets, rows of buildings, and the bustling scenery were all in sight.

Lin'an Prefecture, the capital of Nanyong, is worthy of being the metropolis of the world.

It is more culturally rich than Daxing Prefecture, Linhuang Prefecture, Beiqi Shangjing, and Xingqing Prefecture, the capital of the Western Qiang, and the style of the world is more culturally profound.

From the streets and alleys, there are all large and small paved mats and doors. There is no empty house, where all things gather, and everything goes all the way.

In the western suburbs of Lin'an City, Mufu Sword Forging Square.

This is a hanging mountain building. Looking up, it is elegant and elegant. There is a straight ridge at the intersection of the front and back roofs. The roof is divided into two slopes. The corners of the house are raised and raised, giving people a soft and beautiful feeling.

Long Qingyun was wearing a blue robe, and the jade tree was in the wind. Tuoba Xifeng was so beautiful. Along the left side, the four people followed closely behind, surrounded by clusters and walked into the Mu Mansion Sword Forging Site.

An old man in blue robe came up, with a slightly fat figure and a white face. "How many people want to make swords? Let's sit down tea first, I'll introduce you to a master." While speaking, he raised his hand to signal the few people to sit down.

Liu Wenlong walked up and smiled and bowed, "Old man, can you tell me about Senior Mu Yezi on your behalf? We are here to visit him today."

"This..." The old man in blue robe seemed a little embarrassed. Mu Yezi was arrogant and usually made swords by his disciples, so he rarely made swords by himself.

"Okay, I'll go in and ask the master for instructions." The old man in blue robe paused.

A middle-aged man with a gray robe stood in the study room with his hands on his back. He just saw the group of people lit up through the window, especially the leader Long Qingyun Xiao Shuxuan raised his utensils, with a majestic weapon. Tuoba Xi next to him was as beautiful as green feathers, with a beautiful and handsome look. The people behind him were also quite heroic.

When the old man in blue robe asked for instructions, Qingxu said, "Brother Cen, please call them in." The old man in blue robe was stunned and surprised. The master rarely saw guests, and he usually arranged the sword-making matters.

Several people entered Muyezi's study room and looked at it. There was a large yellow pear blossom desk near the window of the room. There were several manuscripts on the table, as well as several treasure inkstones, two black pen holders, and a few wolf hairs in the pen holder.

A middle-aged man in gray robe sat upright in front of the desk, about forty years old, with his right hand on the book, his index finger slightly raised, and the sunlight outside the window cracked into millions of gold pieces, sprinkled on Mu Yezi's face, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and under his steep nose, his face was handsome and elegant.

I thought this sword-making master Mu Yezi was a powerful man, but he turned out to be a middle-aged scholar.

Mu Yezi's original name was Mu Cangtian. He was born in the Lin'an sword-making family. Because he worshipped Ou Yezi, a master sword-making master of Yue Kingdom during the Warring States Period, he changed his name to Mu Yezi. His sword technique and sword-making are both unique to Lin'an City.

People in the martial arts world are called "two swords, one heaven", which is a praise and affirmation of Mu Yezi's sword-making attainments and sword-making skills.

Long Qingyun stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings to Senior Mu, we are disciples of Songyang Sword Mansion, so we are here to cast a few weapons."

Mu Yezi sat upright on a wooden chair, did not get up, signaled everyone to sit down, and smiled and said, "But you want to participate in the West Lake Sword Contest?" Seeing this son's success, Mu Yezi guessed that he should be the representative of the West Lake Sword Contest this year on behalf of Songyang Sword Conservatory.

The other people had already sat down, and Long Qing stood there and continued: "In Xialong Qingyun, I am fortunate to represent Songyang Sword Mansion in the West Lake Sword Contest. These are Niu Ben, Wang Gao, Liu Wenlong, I hope the seniors can accomplish this."

The two of them fought back and for five or six rounds. It was obvious that Mu Yezi did not use all his strength. He just analyzed the characteristics of his sword from Long Qingyun's sword moves, so that he could tailor it when creating weapons.

This is also the reason why Mu Yezi's sword-making level is getting better and better, and his sword-making level is getting higher and higher. Any master who he thinks is worth comparing will compete before making a sword.

If Mu Yezi's sword-making skills are the best at Nan Yong, his swordsmanship is not as high as that of Gu Jianqiu, a master of swordsmanship in Songyang, Mo Tianyu, and Murong Bai, the director of West Lake Sword Academy.

It seems that Mu Yezi is about to knock Long Qingyun to the ground, but Long Qingyun can always avoid Mu Yezi's dense sword moves and launch a counterattack.

Looking at the two of them from afar, it is like a huge sea breeze that can overturn Xiao Zhou at any time. However, although the boat is weak, it can always persist. He is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills. He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Mu Yezi couldn't help but be secretly shocked. This son had such achievements at such a young age. In time, he would definitely be generous and brilliant.

Thinking of this, he laughed and said, "No need to fight." The two stopped at the same time.

Long Qingyun bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice for me!" He was humble and dignified.

Mu Yezi nodded slightly, "The son can teach you." Long Qingyun has a very high understanding of martial arts and can learn from other things in fighting. He only has an internal strength advantage.

Mu Yezi laughed loudly and said, "Qingyun, come with me."

The two walked into the sword casting workshop, and the disciples were busy, some burning furnaces and some pulling bellows, all of them were bare-handed.

"Master!" the disciples shouted respectfully. Mu Yezi, who was still elegant and handsome just now, took off his coat and handed it to the disciple next to him, revealing his muscles. Mu Yezi, who was so gentle, was already in a rough man at this moment.

As the saying goes, "There are three hardships in the world: raising a boat, shaving iron, and grinding tofu." Since ancient times, the industry of shaping iron, that is, sword-making, has been very hard.

Mu Yezi worked like this for seven or eight years every day since he was a child. He learned everything well and was considered a master. That year, Mu Yezi was eighteen years old.

There is a famous saying in the Sword Forging Square, which is: "Practicing simple movements to the extreme is the ultimate trick."

I saw Mu Yezi skillfully selected Longquan Black Iron Sand, a material for making swords, and put it in the scorching furnace with bronze.

With a cup of tea, Mu Yezi casts melted iron into a model, then waves the iron hammer and constantly beats it, with uniform force and fast speed.

With one stick of incense, the iron blocks under the hammer formed a sharp sword blade, and finally became steel.

Mu Yezi, who was sweating profusely, smiled on his face, and it seemed that he was quite satisfied with the sword blade.

Now the last pass and the most critical procedure is to quench. Mu Yezi put the red-burned sword into cold water.

I heard a "swish" sound, and the light shone and the room was shining.

Mu Yezi looked relaxed.
Chapter completed!