Chapter 146

Enron staggered back a few steps, but still stuck his neck and said, "dare you, my father is an Zhiqiang and my grandfather is an Tianhe. If you want to hurt me, they must be with you!"

"I don't care who he is!"

The ancient master angrily said, "even if the heavenly king Lao Tzu is disrespectful to my sword, I have to act according to the rules!"

Then he suddenly pulled Enron over, twisted each other's arm with his backhand, flashed a cold light in his eyes, and said coldly, "miss an, I've offended!"

Then he raised the long sword in his hand.

"No!"

Enron screamed with fear.

But Gu Ye didn't stagnate at all. He slashed at the other party's shoulder.

Dang!

At this time, a sword suddenly appeared in the oblique stab and blocked Gu Ye's sword lattice.

"It's too much to compensate for how many things you've damaged. You have to cut people's arms whenever you move."

Yang Xuan said faintly, stretching out his hand to drag Enron behind him.

"Who are you!"

Gu Ye glared at Yang Xuan and said in a deep voice, "is it money that can solve the problem of disrespect for the sword? You don't want to stay out of it. You'll cut off your arm in a moment as an explanation for disrespect for the soul of the sword!"

"Sword soul?"

Yang Jiakai smiled faintly. "Do you have a sword soul as long as you are a pile of scrap iron? You look too high at yourself."

Hiss——

As soon as Yang Xuan said this, not only the old shopkeeper nearby was frightened to take a breath, but even Enron, who has always been careless, changed his face.

Anyone who knows a little about sword casting should have heard of Gu Ye's name, and should know that he has an inverse scale that can never be touched easily.

That is, we must not insult the sword he forged, not even half a word of bad words. Once we touch this inverse scale, the consequences are very cruel!

Just now I split the Chu Jian Pavilion safely. If the price is one arm, I will have to leave my life if I insult the sword forged by Gu Ye. Even if the heavenly king Lao Tzu comes, Gu Ye won't buy it!

"Gu Ye, he didn't mean that. He meant..."

Enron didn't know why. Maybe she was grateful to Yang Xuan for saving her just now. She even invited those who were not free to defend each other.

"Shut up!"

Gu Ye angrily scolded and stared at Yang Xuan's two eyes as if they were about to burst out fire. His face was so gloomy that it seemed that water was about to drip. He said word by word, "kneel down and knock a hundred heads for my sword soul. I will make you die faster."

Yang Xuan still shrugged and said, "I'm not wrong. Your sword has no soul."

"Fart, do you know what a sword soul is?"

Gu Ye was so angry that he was ready to start. Suddenly he heard the other party say, "generally speaking, the soul of the sword can be compared to the life of a sword."

Gu Ye was slightly stunned and looked at Yang Xuan again with a strange look. He was young and plain, but his understanding of the sword soul was not rough. He really talked about the point.

Yang Xuan turned his head and glanced at the dozen swords scattered nearby, and then said, "the advent of a sword is divided into two parts, one is the casting material and the other is the casting technology."

"Although the materials of these swords are barely passable, they are still far from the standard of the soul of the sword."

"The sword is a dead thing. It is not easy to make it have life. It must be made into raw materials according to the appropriate proportion and formula under the specific environment."

"Moreover, this is only the first step. What is more difficult is the casting process, when to add what kind of material, how much to add, what stage changes, what kind of temperature, the number of blows, strength and many other factors, which must be improved."

"And in the process of casting, the sword caster must have strong spiritual power and maintain a high degree of concentration, so that the sword body itself and the surrounding magnetic field can resonate with the sword caster, so as to slowly integrate and awaken the tiny life in those Tiancai and Dibao."

"Only the sword forged in this way can really have the soul of the sword and be called a treasure sword, but you pile..."

Yang Xuan pointed to the long sword scattered on the ground and said faintly, "if it is a common product, it must be superior, but it is still thousands of miles away from the soul of the sword."

After these words, the whole room was dead silent, and everyone seemed to be evil, straight in place.

The old shopkeeper first reacted, saw the opportunity and hurriedly said to Gu Ye, "Gu Ye, there are not many young people who really understand swords in this society."

"This young man is too young and arrogant, but there are no other major problems. Why don't you make an exception today, forgive him once, and then accept him as an apprentice. Your sword casting skills won't be lost. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

The old shopkeeper is sincere. He really can't bear to see the two young people lose their lives or become disabled for life.

In addition, the young man's understanding of sword casting was far beyond his imagination, especially the summary of the soul of the sword just now, which opened his eyes, so he really wanted to help the young man.

Gu Ye seemed to be moved by the old shopkeeper's words, and his calm face gradually became a little softer. After meditating for a long time, he took his hands and looked at Yang xuandao, "for your sake of gradually understanding, I'll spare you for once today, kneel down and call me master."

This made the old shopkeeper beside him happy. He knew very well what it meant to be accepted as an apprentice by Gu Ye.

You know, although Gu Ye has all kinds of skills, he is eccentric and has high vision. I don't know how many people want to worship him, but until now, no one has ever been able to get into his eyes.

"Young man, what are you waiting for? Hurry to kneel down and worship the teacher!"

The old shopkeeper was stunned when he saw Yang Xuan. He thought the other party was stunned by the sudden good thing, and hurriedly reminded him nearby.

Gu Ye stood with his hands behind his back, turned his head to one side and looked like an expert.

"You can."

Even Enron on one side couldn't help saying, "if you can worship under the ancient master's door, your ancestral grave must have pretended to be a corpse."

"Ha ha ha!"

But just then, Yang Xuan suddenly laughed and looked at Gu Ye and said a shocking sentence, "I worship you as a teacher? You made such a pile of junk? You're kidding me!"

In fact, Yang Xuan's words did not mean any ridicule, but came from his heart.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Gu Ye's sword casting skills can hardly be regarded as an expert, but in front of Yang Xuan I'm just a blacksmith. It's too shabby to be an apprentice, let alone worship her as a teacher. This is a big joke.