Time flies, and one month has passed in the blink of an eye.
As for Chen Fan, he also arrived at Baijian Villa at this time.
Mrs. Ao is still as enthusiastic as ever, which makes her feel like a long separation is better than a newlywed.
After a few days of fussing over it, the day for the unparalleled sword of Sword Worship Villa finally arrived.
"Good luck to my adoptive father. Today is the day when a peerless sword will be born. In order to successfully forge the sword, the Sword Villa has specially invited Jian Tan, Duan Lang, Bu Jingyun and others. They are all people with great martial arts skills and great reputations. It is a surprise. I also hope that my foster father will help Tianer one or two when the time comes."
In the backyard of Baijian Villa, Chen Fan had just walked out of the door with his arms around Mrs. Ao's waist. Aotian, who had been waiting for a long time, respectfully came over to greet her and ask for help.
"Chen Lang, this peerless sword is related to whether my Sword Worship Villa can prosper again. If anything unexpected happens, please Chen Lang to help Tian'er so that Tian'er can successfully obtain this sword."
As soon as Ao Tian finished speaking, Mrs. Ao, who was leaning on Chen Fan's shoulder like a little woman, also took the opportunity to speak to Chen Fan and help Ao Tian.
His charming and naive voice and affectionate eyes are completely different from the cold image in the past, giving people a contrasting beauty that is so charming that it is hard to refuse.
"Hahaha...easy to say, easy to say.
With my city lord here, as long as you, Tian'er, go forward bravely and not be afraid of difficulties, the peerless sword will surely fall into your hands. "
After hearing what Aotian and Mrs. Ao said, Chen Fan looked up to the sky and laughed. He hugged Mrs. Ao tightly and put his head down in Haikou.
For Chen Fan, the martial arts masters who came were nothing more than a bunch of local chickens and dogs, so they were nothing to be afraid of. As long as Aotian didn't cower like in the original work, obtaining a peerless sword wouldn't be a problem at all.
"I would like to thank my foster father for your support that day."
Upon hearing this, Aotian immediately beamed with joy and quickly clasped his fists to express his gratitude.
Considering that he has a peerless master like his adoptive father to help him on this trip, the peerless sword this time is considered safe.
"Tian'er has expressed his gratitude, what about you, Madam Ao?"
Chen Fan nodded slightly when he heard Aotian's thanks, and then looked at Mrs. Ao with a narrow look, half-smiling but not smiling.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ao's face suddenly turned red, and then she glanced at Aotian. Aotian turned his head to the side consciously, and at this moment, Mrs. Ao kissed Chen Fan gently on the cheek like a dragonfly touching water.
"That's it?"
Chen Fan was not satisfied.
"Tian'er is here, we'll talk about it tonight."
Mrs. Ao blushed and whispered to Chen Fan.
"Cough cough cough..."
Aotian heard the conversation clearly. At this moment, he only felt his toes scratching the ground, feeling very embarrassed.
"Hahaha...Okay, okay, let's talk about it tonight. Let's go to the sword-making pool first and get a peerless sword."
Seeing Ao Tian blushing in embarrassment but pretending not to hear, Chen Fan suddenly felt very funny. He went too far and stopped embarrassing the mother and son. So he hugged Mrs. Ao and strode toward the sword-making pond.
.....
There is a sword-casting pond on the mountain behind the Sword Worship Villa.
Different from the original work, since this time the Sword Worship Villa is guarded by Chen Fan, who is famous in the world, and it is not as intimidating as the original work, so the Peerless Sword Festival was not forcibly advanced.
The people who came from Jian Tan, Bu Jingyun, and Duan Lang didn't get a chance to break into the sword pool, so they all waited outside with patience.
"City Master Chen, Mrs. Ao, the young master of the village."
As soon as Chen Fan and his party arrived at the sword-making pool, Zhong Mei, who was dressed in a short-sleeved craftsman's outfit, brought Wen Ruo to visit them immediately.
At the same time, on the other side, Jian Tan, Bu Jingyun, Duan Lang, Jian Chen, and Yu Chuchu were either proud, disdainful, or did not want to talk. When they saw Chen Fan and his entourage arriving, no one came to salute and greet them.
They were not familiar with each other in the first place, and they came here because they heard about a peerless sword, so there was no need to perform these false gifts.
Chen Fan didn't say anything when he saw this. After all, he invited them here just for the sake of the sword ceremony. After using it, it would be useless, so why should he be familiar with them.
Although he didn't care about their attitudes, Chen Fan couldn't help but look at these people curiously.
Jiantan Chen Fan, who was wearing a red coat and a high hat with two tufts of beard on his lips, passed by and focused on Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang.
Bu Jingyun was seen wearing blue clothes, with wavy curly hair and a yellow-white cloak, with a proud and cold look on his face.
On the other side, perhaps because he didn't have the Fire Lin Sword in his hand, Duan Lang, who was wearing a red short-sleeved leather jacket, didn't have the pride and arrogance of "Fire Lin Becomes King" like in the original work. Instead, he just pursed his lips and looked stubborn. .
As for Jian Chen, who was dressed in white and holding a heroic sword in his hand, and Yu Chuchu, whose eyes were full of Bu Jingyun, Chen Fan glanced at them slightly, because these two people were as worthless to Chen Fan as Jian Tan.
While Chen Fan was sizing up Jian Tan, Bu Jingyun and his group, at the same time Jian Tan, Bu Jingyun and the others were also sizing up Chen Fan.
Among them, Duan Lang and Jian Chen, in particular, looked at Chen Fan with complicated and inexplicable expressions.
If Jian Chen looked at Chen Fan with a complex expression, then Duan Lang looked at the lonely Tang Dao in Chen Fan's hand with mixed emotions.
....
"City Lord Chen, Mrs. Ao, Young Villa Master, please come this way."
In the back mountain of Sword Worship Villa, following the lead of Zhong Mei, they walked through the cave corridor. Waves of heat hit them, and Chen Fan and his party stepped into the sword-making pool.
What came into view was a tall and towering giant sword, standing in the center of the sword-making pool, fixed by chains, and surrounded by inexhaustible fire.
In addition to the earth fire, the Western Zhou Dynasty was also filled with countless sharp swords of the same shape but much smaller.
"Is this a peerless sword?"
Compared to Chen Fan and his party, who had met many times before, Jian Tan, Bu Jingyun, Duan Lang and others came here for the first time.
As soon as they entered the sword-making pool, their minds were attracted by the giant sword standing in the earth's fire. However, the sword was too huge and unusual, which made them a little confused.
"Yes, this is a peerless sword!"
Seeing the different expressions on everyone's face, Zhong Mei, as a swordsmith, could not raise any doubts. He first answered in the affirmative, and then continued proudly;
For three generations, I, the Zhong family, have stayed at Baijian Villa and worked hard all their lives just to forge this peerless sword.
In order to make this sword perfect, the length, width and weight must be exactly the same.
Emperor Tian has paid off his hard work. I finally forged this sword ten years ago and spent time hoping to make it better.
Now this sword has been tempered for thousands of times and cannot be changed. It has reached a state of perfection. Its edge will overshadow all the swords in the world. "
"Oh, all the swords? If my family's ancestral sword, the Fire Lin Sword, were alive, how could his sword be allowed to shine?"
As soon as Zhong Mei finished speaking, Duan Lang's voice sounded loudly, and his words were full of disdain.
Hearing this, Zhong Mei couldn't help but glance at Gu Han in Chen Fan's hand. After seeing that Chen Fan was unmoved, he stroked his beard and said;
"The Fire Lin Sword is one of the rarest swords in the world. It and the heroic swords in Jian Chen's hands, one good and one evil, are both excellent swords.
However, from today on, it will no longer be the best sword, because the best sword will be a peerless sword. "
"Hahaha... The best sword, a peerless sword, should belong to me, Jian Tan. Everyone, I'm offended. I want this sword."
Sword Greed was the most impatient. When he saw the swordsmith Zhong Mei praising the sword as something in heaven and nothing on earth, he immediately got his mind on grabbing the sword before anyone else could react.
He was seen flying past everyone at high speed, then jumped up and flew towards the hilt of the giant sword.
"Jian Tan, are you in such a hurry that you want to die?"
Just when Jian Tan stepped on the chain connecting the giant sword and was about to jump up, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded. The temperature of the entire sword-making pool dropped sharply, and time seemed to have frozen. Jian Tan's head was fixed in place.
