Chapter 257 Xiangling is the chef, Master Zhongli

The roof of the Han Feng Ironworks smithy exploded, and a bolt of lightning struck the sword furnace.

Jiang Yi protected the exhausted Old Zhang and the blacksmith's apprentice.

Some were pulling the bellows, some were moving ice, some were adding firewood... each apprentice looked at the charred sword in the sword furnace.

The tip of the sword pointed to the sky and the hilt hung in the sea of ​​fire.

The green wind surged, the charred black faded away, and the entire sword body turned into green and golden light spots, pouring into Jiang Yi's body like a storm.

He closed his eyes, feeling the lightness and heaviness in his body.

After three breaths, he spoke to Lao Zhang.

"The sword... is finished!"

"That's good!" Old Zhang put aside his worries and was startled by the sudden thunder.

"Tomorrow, please follow the ancient rituals and go to Tianheng to test your sword!"

Not every sword can follow this ancient ritual. Only when you think you can rival the rock-chopping sword made by your forefather can you go to Tianheng Mountain to test the sharpness of your sword.

This sword vision is naturally enough.

Just grab some wood and some waterproof cloth to cover the broken roof.

Outside the blacksmith shop, there was a lot of noise.

Many people saw the strange vision and knew that Hanfeng Ironware had forged a peerless magical weapon, so they wanted to visit and borrow the sword to see for themselves.

Old Zhang went out, back straight, and looked at his old customers, old neighbors, and businessmen from various countries who came to Liyue with his gloomy face full of dark circles.

"I have been forging swords for many days, and I am exhausted both physically and mentally. I am sorry that I cannot entertain you!"

"After noon tomorrow, the Sword Master and the Hanfeng Ironware Clan will set out to the top of Tianheng Mountain to sharpen the blade with the wind and test the sword with the rock!"

After he finished speaking, he closed the door, went to the bed in the blacksmith shop and fell asleep.

"Old Zhang is incredible this time! What kind of quality sword did he forge? It has so many anomalies?" An old customer sighed, "I think Hanfeng Ironware will regain its former reputation!"

"But it only relies on the guest's powerful sword embryo!" A man dressed as a blacksmith said sourly, thinking that he could do it himself.

The people around sneered. Even Hanfeng Ironware was too disdainful to compete with such a person.

"Tianheng is testing the sword. Is there anyone who wants to go and watch the ceremony?" Someone called his friends and went to watch the fun.

The Liyue people's spirit of watching the fun is well-known among the Seven Kingdoms.

"I'll go grab a good spot now!" said an adventurer, carrying his backpack and rushing towards Tianheng Mountain.

Foreign businessmen found this scene a little difficult to understand. It’s too early!

The smart people of Liyue are already thinking about how to carry goods to Tianheng Mountain and do business there.

"Tea, snacks, and the like should sell well! There will definitely be stupid people who climb up there thirsty, tired, and hungry. Should I charge twenty times the price? Or thirty times the price?"

Seeing the business opportunity, they immediately started preparing and even took the initiative to help promote this exciting event.

"A rare sword that is rarely seen in a thousand years has been born. It can split mountains and seas with one sword, and kill demons with one sword. Don't miss it if you pass by. Go to Tianheng to watch the ceremony."

The more people go, the more money he makes.

Jiang Yi listened to the noise outside and didn't take it seriously.

The weapons of Teyvat embody concepts and beliefs, and naturally have unimaginable magical powers.

At the beginning of sword forging, during sword forging, and after sword forging, the reputation that is publicized can all become nutrients for the growth of the sword.

Some blacksmiths will take the initiative to make the matter of sword forging known to everyone.

However, if the final sword test is disappointing, the subsequent rejection will also affect the growth of the sword.

Gather strength, cultivate swords, and make a name for yourself.

"My own sword will not let anyone down!" He yawned and found a place to close his eyes and rest.

"Today, Xiangling is in charge of cooking!" Chef Mao from Wanmin Hall wiped the dust off the windowsill and hung a sign.

Although the sword-forging customer brought a lot of trouble, he was still happy for Lao Zhang.

My long-cherished wish has finally come true and I can finally feel proud of myself.

A group of gourmets came upon hearing the news.

Xiangling is in charge of the cooking. Today is such a happy day.

"Hello! Mr. Zhongli, nice to see you again!" In front of Wanmin Hall, a man with brown hair and blue eyes waved to the person in front of him with a smile.

He was tall and slender, wearing a gray suit with his sleeves rolled up, his abdomen slightly exposed, and a water-attributed Eye of God fastened to his belt.

He wore a metal shoulder guard on his left shoulder, and a red scarf ribbon was wrapped loosely around his chest and swung to the back.

A red mask with a decoration resembling the Eye of God was worn diagonally on top of her short hair.

The man named Zhongli looked in the direction of the cold front iron weapon and pondered in his heart: "The breath of the old friend, has he also woken up and mixed in the world?"

He turned around and looked at "Young Master", the executive officer of Zhidong.

"Have a drink!" he said, and walked into the Hall of All Peoples.

With his elegant manners, he stands out among the crowd.

The slim-fitting brown, black and gold outfit exudes a noble air. She has brown-black hair with slightly lighter tips, which is braided into a long braid hanging behind her head.

His handsome and youthful appearance is filled with a mature temperament that has been accumulated over the years.

He sat down and glanced at the menu.

"So be it!"

After ordering the food, they began to wait.

The "young master", whose name is Tartaglia, sat down in front of Zhongli.

"Mr. Zhongli ordered so many dishes, but did you bring enough Mora?"

Zhongli drank the tea provided by Wanmin Hall without hurrying, "I didn't bring enough, but it's okay, the bill will be charged to Wangsheng Hall!"

The Wangsheng Hall is where he works. As a guest official of the Wangsheng Hall, he is very familiar with the process of how to reimburse Mora for his expenses.

Tartaglia looked helpless: "The last time I saw Mr. Zhongli, it was the same!"

"How about this! I'll treat you this time."

Zhongli heard this and bowed politely: "Thank you!"

The dishes came up quickly. Zhongli tasted them with chopsticks and secretly sighed that Xiangling's cooking skills had improved a bit.

Tartaglia picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food with difficulty.

"Liyue's chopsticks are too difficult to use! It's much more troublesome than learning martial arts!"

Seeing Zhongli taking several bites while he himself didn't get a single bite, he really wanted to take out his knife and fork.

But I was unwilling to give in and was stumped by the tiny chopsticks.

"Mr. Zhongli, you can see the strange phenomenon of forging this sword! Tianheng testing the sword seems very interesting. Are you interested in watching it?"

When Tartaglia heard people around him discussing Jian Yin and Zixia, he couldn't help but ask Zhongli.

"It would be nice to go and take a look!" Zhongli felt that he had nothing else to do, and it would be interesting to go to the place where his old friend had transformed and see the swords forged by his own power and another person's power.

"But there's no rush now! Calm down and enjoy this delicious meal!"

"The rice crust is spitting fire!" In the kitchen, Xiangling held a large spoon, shook the pot, and quickly stir-fried each dish.

The day passed quickly.

A group of people were waiting in front of the gate of Hanfeng Ironware, ready to go up the mountain with Lao Zhang and the Sword Master.