Chapter 270 Blacksmith Shop, Master Ou Ye?

Ci Yang brought Ci Song to a majestic building. The building had a very strange appearance. There was some rust all over the walls, which looked a bit dilapidated.

"This is the largest blacksmith shop in Xizhou City. It has a very special name, called 'Sword Forging Furnace'."

Ci Yang pointed at the building in front of him and introduced it to Ci Song.

"This name is quite good."

Ci Song took a look at the blacksmith shop in front of him and didn't care too much. He just said it casually.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Ci Yang took the lead and walked into the blacksmith shop, and Ci Song followed closely.

As soon as he entered the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat came to his face, and there was also a strong smell of rust, followed by a deafening sound of hitting the anvil.

In the blacksmith shop, the fire was red, and several blacksmiths were hitting the iron blocks in front of them with hammers, and on the table next to them, some weapons and armor that had been made were placed. In the center was a huge furnace, with a blazing fire, emitting a blazing temperature.

"Young City Lord, why are you here today? Are you here to look for Grandmaster Ouye?"

A man in coarse cloth came over and bowed to Ci Yang.

"No, I'm here today to take my cousin from Zhongzhou City for a stroll."

Ci Yang said, and then asked: "Is he here?"

"Yes, Grandmaster is refining weapons in the backyard, Young City Lord, do you want to go over?"

The man in coarse cloth made way and motioned Ci Yang to go over.

"Since the Grandmaster is here, I will definitely go and pay my respects. Thank you."

Ci Yang nodded to the man, then turned to look at Ci Song and said, "Cousin Ci, do you want to follow me to pay a visit to Grandmaster Ou Ye, or wait here?"

"Of course I'll follow my cousin."

Ci Song smiled. He wanted to know who this Grandmaster Ou Ye that Ci Yang mentioned was, and what his relationship was with Ou Yezi, who had forged many famous swords, or whether it was possibly him.

"Then let's go."

Ci Yang led Ci Song around the blacksmith shop and came to a spacious courtyard. There were many fires in the courtyard, and some middle-aged people were busy in front of the fires. In the center was a huge stone platform with an unfinished weapon on it.

In the center was an old man in a white robe, who was hitting the iron block in front of him with a hammer. He was skilled and every hit was just right.

"Grandmaster."

Ci Yang walked to the side of the old man and bowed respectfully.

"Hey, Yang boy, why are you here today? I heard from the people in the blacksmith shop that you were locked up by your father. How come you have time to come out today?"

Ou Yezi did not look up, still hammering the iron in front of him, just asked casually.

"Today, I was ordered by my father to take my cousin from Zhongzhou City out for a trip. I wanted to buy him some handy weapons, so I brought him here to see." Ci Yang responded with a smile.

"Really? Whose cousin is this? How can he be so arrogant that he can let you, the young city lord, accompany him when he goes out?"

Ou Yezi finally stopped the hammer in his hand, looked up at Ci Song, and then looked at Ci Yang, saying: "This kid looks familiar, I always feel like I have seen him somewhere?"

Suddenly, the old man seemed to think of something, and moved his eyes to Ci Song again, "You, you are Ci Qibai's son, right?"

Ci Song was slightly startled, "Old sir, do you know my father?"

"Sure enough, he is Ci Qibai's son, no wonder."

The old man smiled , then picked up the hammer and continued to hammer the iron in front of him, "Your father and I are old acquaintances. I cast his first calligraphy for him."

"He is really a genius. When I first met him, he seemed to be a scholar. He also begged me to help him forge a handy weapon. In just a few decades, his cultivation has surpassed mine, and it is said that he has now become a general who kills people. The young are really formidable."

The old man said while hammering the iron block, as if he was recalling something.

Ci Yang and Ci Song on the side were shocked. They didn't expect that this old man was actually an old friend of their father, especially Ci Yang. He had never heard that Grandmaster Ou Ye mentioned his acquaintance with Ci Qibai.

"If you are an old acquaintance of my father, then Ci Song should call you Grandmaster Ou Ye."

Ci Song bowed his hands and said respectfully.

"You are much more polite than your father was. Back then, your father always called me "Old Man Ou Ye".

The old man hammered the iron block in his hand until it was almost done, then walked to the furnace beside him, threw the iron block into the furnace, then took out a pair of tongs, clamped the iron block and put it on the anvil, and then said to the middle-aged men next to him: "Burn it for a while."

After that, he walked to Ci Song and Ci Song, smiled, and said: "Everyone says that the adopted son of Ci Zhongjun and his biological son are like water and fire, and there is no affection between them. Today, you two cousins ​​can come to the blacksmith shop together, which makes me a little curious. How is the relationship between you two?"

"Master, you are joking. I have great respect for Uncle Ci Qibai, and my cousin also respects my father. The so-called discord is just a rumor."

Ci Yang said to Master Ou Ye with a smile.

Ci Song was stunned when he heard these words. He never expected that Ci Yang would say such a thing. Is he thick-skinned and doesn't blush when lying, or does he really think so?

"Hahaha, I shouldn't ask about your family affairs. By the way, the sword you asked me to recast for you has been completed."

Master Ou Ye smiled, then turned to a middle-aged man next to him and said, "Feng'er, take out the sword of the young city lord."

"Yes, Master."

The middle-aged man responded, then walked to the weapon rack beside him, took down a sword, and walked quickly towards Ci Yang.

"Young city lord, your sword."

The middle-aged man handed the sword in his hand to Ci Yang.

Ci Yang took the sword and saw that it was a long black sword. The sword body was three feet and three inches long and two fingers wide. It was black all over and exuded a faint chill.

Ci Yang drew out his sword, waved it a few times, and saluted to Grandmaster Ou Ye with satisfaction, "Thank you, Grandmaster."

"As long as the young city lord is satisfied."

Grandmaster Ou Ye smiled, then looked at Ci Song and said with a smile: "Ci boy, do you want a sword? Since you are the son of an old friend, I should take care of you."

"Grandmaster, Ci Song already has a good calligraphy and painting. I came here today just to buy some ordinary weapons for daily sword practice."

Hearing this, Grandmaster Ou Ye's smile became even bigger, "So, I just happened to have some materials left over from sword forging. I felt it was a pity to waste them, so I forged them into swords, which I can just give to you."

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