After a pause, Liu Ziwen couldn't help but ask:

"Young hero, don't you know him?"

The one-armed young man was quiet for a while and then said:

"This is a good official."

"Maybe." Liu Ziwen nodded.

"He bought me a drink for twelve copper coins."

"oh?"

Liu Ziwen's eyes showed some surprise, and he looked at each other with his two younger brothers. The three of them suddenly became nervous.

Because they are standing within ten steps of a middle-grade Qi sword cultivator and cannot run away.

There was a moment of dead silence in the pavilion.

Liu Ziwen narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"Young Xia means... Well, if it doesn't work, we won't force it. Our Liu family will pay for the drinks and accommodation for Young Xia these days, just treat it as a friend..."

The one-armed young man suddenly said: "The price has to be increased."

The three Liu brothers were stunned.

The one-armed young man took a sip of wine and repeated drunkenly:

"Killing him will cost you more. You can't buy his life with an ordinary sword. His life is precious."

Liu Ziwen said calmly: "The young hero might as well take a moment to take a look at the sword in the box."

The one-armed young man didn't reply.

But when he leaned a little, there was a click from above the eaves of the pavilion, which was the sound of the sword box being opened.

Then there was a long, long silence.

At this moment, if someone on the top of the mountain in the distance looks towards the Nanxuan courtyard here, they will be surprised to find:

During the day, there is a full moonlight.

Under the pavilion, the expressions of Liu Ziwen and the others changed from their original confidence to hesitation.

"Correction."

Along with the sound of a sharp sword entering the box, the voice of the person on the pavilion came down:

"Don't call me young master, young knight. I am a swordsman, not a knight."

"Okay." Liu Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief, heard the implication, and smiled again: "But please don't do anything for now. We will inform you again when we are ready."

"Okay, but you have to remember that this sword is only enough to buy his life. I don't care about other things. You can deal with it, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

"no problem!"

Just when the three brothers of the Liu family turned around and were about to leave, the swordsman lying on his back in the pavilion suddenly asked:

"Who forged this sword?"

Liu Ziwen stopped and asked, "Does the swordsman in Chang'an have to ask this question when he picks up a sword and kills someone?"

As soon as he said this, no one spoke again.

Liu Ziwen and the other three left the yard.

Nanxuan courtyard regained its tranquility.

On top of the pavilion, a one-armed young man stands on a sword box, holds cinnamon wine in his arms, and tilts his head to look north.

When I raise my eyes to see the sun, I cannot see Chang'an.

…

It is rare for the three brothers Liu Ziwen, Liu Zian and Liu Zilin to gather together.

After leaving the Nanxuan courtyard, they did not separate immediately. Instead, they walked out of the Liu family's mansion and headed to Guyue Sword Shop on the other side of Xiaogu Mountain with a tacit understanding.

On the mountain road.

Liu Zian, who looked sick, was the first to ask: "Brother, is this swordsman reliable? Could he have softened his mind and changed his mind before the battle?"

Liu Ziwen, who was dressed like a wealthy idler, shook his head:

"If you knew the environment in which this person grew up and his deeds and reputation among the Jianghu gangs in Chang'an, you wouldn't ask this question."

He sighed: "He is indeed a swordsman. He does not care about emotions when he draws a sword, and his business is fair, as long as you can afford his price... He does not have those boring chivalrous and courageous things to do for the country and the people."

After listening to this, Liu Zilin couldn't help but ask: "But brother, isn't it a bit uneconomical to accept such a precious sword and end up killing a weak scholar?"

He is also a lover of swords, and he covets the new sword just now, and his face still looks a little painful.

Neither Liu Ziwen nor Liu Zian answered this stupid question, while Liu Zilin smiled coquettishly.

Not long after.

Liu Ziwen and the others arrived at the halfway point of Xiaogu Mountain.

At this time, it happened to be just after morning, close to the morning, the early sunshine was shining on the green lawn, and the sun was just right.

The three brothers of the Liu family waited for a while in the open space in front of Jia Yijian stove. Not long after, they met the old man Mai who was returning from breakfast and buying wine.

He looked a little bad, or rather, he didn't look good this morning.

Liu Ziwen, Liu Zi'an, and Liu Zilin respectfully greeted the old man who only wore ordinary craftsman clothes.

The old man passed by the three people without even looking at them.

Liu Ziwen took the initiative and said with a smile:

"Old sir, I came here this time to tell you about the little girl who often buys drinks for you."

Liu Zian on the side quietly watched the old man's face. In fact, they first paid attention to the little female worker named Ah Qing, not because of her brother Liu Ashan's affairs, but because of this old gentleman, who often frequented the breakfast stall.

I only have a few interactions with the female worker who buys wine every day.

Although the Liu family usually doesn't care about the old man's affairs other than making swords, they can't take it lightly and pay attention to the people around him.

The old swordsmith stopped when he heard this, but did not look back.

In his hand, besides holding a bottle of wine, he also held a blue paper butterfly flower.

It seems that he was originally going down the mountain to return it to a certain girl, but returned in vain.

Liu Ziwen briefly explained the matter of Ah Qing being picked up by the young county magistrate. The main purpose was to clear away the relationship between the Liu family and this was not a matter of the Liu family making arbitrary decisions and deliberately breaching the contract to interfere with the old man's affairs.

Let's make this clear.

After saying this, Liu Ziwen followed up with some warm greetings that were somewhat cold.

Finally, Liu Ziwen said in a broad voice: "Old sir, our previous agreement remains the same, you can just forge the sword with peace of mind. The water level of Butterfly Creek will not rise in the short term, and we have already developed strategies to deal with those who dare to disturb the situation. In addition... the sword

When it comes time, we have plans."

The old swordsmith didn't reply the whole time. He listened silently and glanced back at the three brothers.

He nodded imperceptibly and walked into the sword furnace alone. With a "bang", the door was closed again.

It seemed that Liu Ziwen, Liu Zian, and Liu Zilin were not frustrated by this. They seemed to have been accustomed to the old man's withdrawn character. They even felt that he could be considered an old man if he could patiently listen to their explanation this time.

I feel very good.

The three brothers sighed, turned and left.

And in the armored sword furnace behind them.

The old swordsmith was standing next to a quiet sword-making furnace, looking down at the paper blue butterfly flower left behind in his hand, with a slightly regretful look on his face, and he sighed softly:

"He's a good seedling, and he's also been a big help to me... I'll see you if you have the chance."

The old man turned around and faced a huge sword furnace room. He raised his head and took a sip of rice wine and murmured to himself:

"What a great Liu family in Longcheng. The three sons are all interesting...Liu Ziwen Feiwen, Liu Zian Feian, Liu Zilin Feilin..."
Chapter completed!