Xianyang.
In the sword forging room.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Copper and iron struck, and the sound was sharp and ear-piercing.
Zhang Ye suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
It entered his eyes.
Beside him, a group of burly men dressed in simple clothes were holding hammers. In front of them were iron blocks that were pounding fiercely.
Where was this place?
Zhang Ye was confused as he checked his own condition.
He held a hammer in his right hand and a piece of meteoric iron in his left.
What was going on?
He was forging?
" You are all elites that I have selected from countless swordsmiths!”
"Today, your mission is to stand out among the hundreds of swordsmiths. I need a sword that His Majesty will take a fancy to!”
"This is your purpose for coming here!”
A middle-aged man wearing an official robe shouted. He had an imposing appearance and had a spirited look on his face.
His Majesty?
Zhang Ye's expression changed as memories flooded his mind.
After a long time.
He opened his eyes, which were filled with shock.
He had actually come to Great Qin!
His identity was a swordsmith!
As for why he appeared here?
In conclusion.
As the First Emperor, Ying Zheng had been busy with the government affairs day and night after unifying the six states, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally.
At this moment, some officials decided to hold a swordsmithing convention to select a hundred elite swordsmiths.
Every swordsmith had to complete the construction of a sword within the stipulated circumstances. Then, he would send all the swords made by the swordsmiths to Ying Zheng, and let him choose the best one.
Everyone knew that apart from government affairs, Ying Zheng's only interest was to reward swords!
In Xianyang Palace, there was a Feng Huzi sword manual, the number one Tianwen sword, which he had collected!
It could be said.
Ying Zheng was an experienced collector!
This swordsmith competition was for Ying Zheng's entertainment.
However, when it came to the First Emperor, any small matter would be magnified infinitely!
Zhang Ye was one of the 100 swordsmiths.
After sorting out the origins of all these things, Zhang Ye's gaze once again stopped on the hammer in his hand. His gaze changed.
In front.
A man in an official uniform was in charge of supervising all the swordsmiths. His official position was not low.
Zhang Yezhi remembered that everyone called him Lord Li.
The other party did not reveal his real name at all.
"So, I want to forge a sword?"
Zhang Ye muttered to himself with a confused expression.
At this moment, Lord Li raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Ye, shouting,""Zhang Ye, what are you doing? If you can't finish it within the stipulated time, then you'll be in trouble.”
It seemed that he had to forge a sword!
Zhang Ye's eyes flickered. The nervousness he felt after coming to this strange world gradually disappeared.
He slowly adapted to this place and did not show too much emotional fluctuation.
There was a difficult problem in front of him.
He did not know how to forge a sword!
Although he had fused with the memories in his head and knew a lot about swordsmithing, it was all intermittent.
He simply could not follow the sword-forging process in his memory.
He saw that Lord Li was staring at him.
Zhang Ye felt a little helpless.
This Lord Li was probably treating him like a criminal.
After all, he used to be a swordsmith. Who would believe that he didn't know how to forge a sword?
In the eyes of others, this action meant that he wanted to go against the First Emperor.
This was a great crime of beheading!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Beside him, the swordsmiths were working very hard.
If they could stand out in the competition, it would be the moment for them to leap over the dragon gate!
Each of them wanted to seize this opportunity!
Out of the hundreds of people present, only Zhang Ye remained motionless.
It was difficult for him not to attract the attention of others!
"Zhang Ye, what do you mean?"
Lord Li came to Zhang Ye's side and questioned him with an unfriendly expression.
"Lord Li, I'm thinking of a better way to forge swords.”
"Because I believe that we must present the best sword to His Majesty. It may take a long time, but I believe that Lord Li will understand.”
Zhang Ye smiled and looked at Lord Li.
"Not bad, not bad. Your spirit is worthy of praise.”
Lord Li beamed with joy, and his mood was immediately relieved.
The more he looked at Zhang Ye, the more he found him pleasing to the eye.
This kind of person was the talent that the empire needed!
He was meticulous in his work and did his best to forge a sword for His Majesty!
Everyone else was busy, but this young man was able to resist the competition and stick to his own ideas.
This young man had a bright future!
Then, Zhang Ye watched Lord Li leave and heaved a sigh of relief.
However, this was only a temporary solution.
In the end, if he still could not take out a sword.
Even if he lied, it would be exposed.
"Is this a situation where death is inevitable?"
Zhang Ye was a little troubled.
Transmigration wasn't that unreliable, right?
Where was the system? Where was his cheat?
At this moment.
A mechanical voice sounded in Zhang Ye's head.
"Ding dong!"
"Divine construction system, detected host, activating!”
"Activation successful! Automatic binding to the host!"
"Binding in progress. Please wait a moment!”
"System binding successful…"
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