Chapter 1790: Chapter 1790
After sparring with Zhao Yun for a long time, you realized you still preferred long weapons. Out of a sense of nostalgia, you went to the county to find Wang Ling. At the time, Wang Ling was preparing to leave Changshan County for Luoyang to seek refuge with his uncle, who was a renowned official often praised by the Wang Villagers. You didn’t ask for details, just handed over the blueprints you had drawn for a weapon to Wang Ling.
"Yan Yun, this is something I designed myself. You must find a skilled craftsman to forge it for me. All the weapon’s specifications are written on it. Make sure the craftsman follows these requirements strictly." At Wang Ling’s home, your expression was very serious. For you, the quality of the weapon determined the outcome of future battles, as you never cut corners in this aspect.
Wang Ling nodded, solemnly saying, "Rest assured, brother. I will definitely find the best craftsman in Luoyang and use the finest materials to forge it for you!"
Wang Ling took the blueprint, opened it, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Three thousand pounds!?"
Your fingers gently tapped the table, and you smiled, saying, "That’s the ideal state. If the weight can’t reach three thousand pounds, it’s okay to lighten it a bit, but at least it should be two thousand pounds!"
"I will certainly comply," Wang Ling nodded again. He looked at it again, then asked you, "Old Shu, since you drew the weapon’s diagram, why not give it a name? I believe this weapon will surely achieve great fame across the Nine Provinces with you!"
You smiled faintly and said, "The name, I’ve already thought of—it will be called Verdict!"
That’s right, the weapon that Wang Ling was holding the blueprint for was the famous weapon from the once wildly popular game "Legend," the Verdict!
It was essentially a thick iron rod styled with a bit of flair!
However, you didn’t entirely stick to the original design of Verdict; you made some modifications. Primarily, the handle needed to be segmented into three parts, allowing it to switch between a long and short weapon. Then, there was the weight and size—the short form of Verdict would be about three meters long, with a maximum diameter of eighty centimeters. Once forged, it would look like a deadly weapon! If you swung it with a weight of three thousand pounds, you confidently believed you could clear a ten-meter radius around you in one strike!
After parting with Wang Ling, you went to the tailor shop to buy some fine fabrics. You initially thought of buying Zhao Yu jewelry, but a glance showed that the jewelry of this era was crudely made, which would downgrade Zhao Yu’s temperament. However, you made a plan in your heart to have craftsmen create exquisite pieces for your beloved woman once you conquered some land in the future.
When you returned home with several bundles of fabric, you found an old man with youthful features sitting inside. When you made eye contact with the elderly man, you couldn’t help but frown, for within his eyes, you saw an incredibly sharp killing intent. Although it wasn’t tangible, it still shook your Heart Spirit!
Nevertheless, you remained calm, placing the fabric aside with a tranquil expression before clasping your hands towards the elder, asking, "May I ask who you are and why you are in my home?"
The old man stroked his beard while looking at you and said calmly, "Young friend, would you dare get closer so this old man can take a look?"
"Why not?" You chuckled softly, then walked straight up to the elder. With your insight, you knew that the elder wouldn’t harm you, otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered with pleasantries.
The elder first looked you over from head to toe, then grasped your right hand, placing his hand over your pulse. After a moment, he sighed faintly, saying, "What a pity, what a pity."
"’What a pity,’ my foot! Old man, if you’ve got something to say, just say it directly, stop beating about the bush!"
"Show some respect to my master!" At this moment, Zhao Yun’s voice came from outside the door. You turned your head to see Zhao Yun and Zhao Yu returning with some groceries, seemingly bought specifically to entertain the elder.
You turned back to the elder, who was smiling composedly with the demeanor of someone who sees through the world, detached and carefree.
The elder spoke slowly and steadily, "Young friend, your root bone is indeed peculiar. It’s a pity you’ve already missed the best time to practice martial arts, and your long-term training of the shin bone using improper methods has caused blocked meridians, so the energy of your Inner Strength can’t circulate, at most only excelling in external fist techniques."
"Is that so? I’m quite confident in my current combat capabilities," you said, clenching your fists. To you, no matter how strong an individual’s combat power is, they could only be a Valiant General, whereas your ambitions differed. Often, wit outweighs brute force.
Of course, you are a man with the Seal of Truesky. With the Seal of Truesky, not even an Immortal, let alone the Heavenly Venerate, could discover your secret.
At this time, Zhao Yun poured cold water on you: "On the surface, your strength seems great, but when you encounter a real master, they only need a single strike to take your life, like my elder sister."
In fact, Zhao Yun was trying to provoke you since, in the mind of an ordinary Martial Artist, having a husband weaker than the wife is considered very embarrassing.
"That’s why I married your elder sister," you joked, steering the conversation away, "Alright, let’s not discuss my combat power. The elder is here from afar; Yu’er, prepare a few more dishes later, and I’ll fetch some good wine from the village chief’s house."
"Hmph!" Though Zhao Yun was generally satisfied with you, he disapproved of your lack of ambition. In his view, a man born in chaotic times should strive to benefit all the people of the world, not just survive passively.
Zhao Yu’s expression never changed. Her gaze upon you was extraordinarily gentle and filled with warmth.
"Little Yu," the elder turned to Zhao Yu.
"Master Uncle, what are your orders?" Zhao Yu quickly bowed slightly and inquired.
The elder, looking at your departing figure, asked, "Had Brother Li previously spent some time with the Yan State Army?"
"Yes," Zhao Yu did not hide anything from the elder.
The elder nodded, stroking his beard with a smile, "Although he hides it well, such sharpness is hard to conceal. Recently, there was a conflict between the sub-region of Jizhou and Governor Ding Yuan of Bingzhou and Yuan Shao of Yan Province. Ding Yuan sent Lü Bu to attack Puyang, and Yuan Shao ordered General Gao Lan to meet him in battle, with both armies engaging for a long time without a victor. During this, a man, known as ’Fast Knife Li,’ appeared, who reportedly clashed with the killer king Lu Bu six times, and though defeated, he retreated unscathed."
"The killer king Lu Bu?" On hearing about this person, Zhao Yun tightened his fists, "Master, is Lü Bu really that strong?"
"I’ve never personally seen Lü Bu," the master said, "But your senior brother Zhang Ren couldn’t last three moves against him."
Hearing this, Zhao Yun gasped. In his eyes, senior brother Zhang Ren was an extremely formidable figure, and if Zhang Ren couldn’t withstand three moves from Lü Bu, then Fast Knife Li must be even more incredible.
Zhao Yu seemed to grasp something, a look of understanding flashing across her face.
"By the way, Master. What does this Fast Knife Li have to do with my brother-in-law?"
The elder, looking at Zhao Yun, suddenly burst into hearty laughter, his laughter filled with a sense of relief. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel✦fire.net
"Master, why are you laughing?" Zhao Yun naturally scratched the back of his head, having been with you for so long, he had picked up many of your habits.
The elder patted Zhao Yun’s head, laughing, "I am naturally happy, it seems this Fast Knife Li is indeed extraordinary!"
"Ah? The Fast Knife Li you mentioned is actually my brother-in-law?" Zhao Yun exclaimed in realization.