In the past half a month, Ying Zheng would often come to the restaurant to play chess and chat with Jiang Yu. The two of them had become bosom friends.
Ying Zheng liked to play Go, but Jiang Yu wasn't very interested in Go, so he created the Chinese chess of the later generations.
Then, he taught it to Ying Zheng.
After learning about the way to play Chinese chess, Ying Zheng was immediately fascinated.
After that, he often came to play chess with Jiang Yu.
However, they only won five out of a hundred rounds, and that was because Jiang Yu deliberately went easy on them.
He was afraid that Ying Zheng would lose and doubt his life.
Jiang Yu was an experienced chess player. In his previous life, he played chess with the old man in the park every day.
In this era, if he said he was second, no one would dare to say he was first.
This was because no one knew that there was a new breed of chess.
"Brother Zheng, let's call it a day. I'm rushing to the Swordsmithing Assembly now.”
Jiang Yu said and then cleaned up.
Prepare to set off.
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng glanced at Jiang Yu, his eyes sparkling." Big brother, how confident are you in forging the sword?”
Ying Zheng asked the same question again.
"100%!"
Jiang Yu didn't mind. He simply replied and packed up to leave.
"Big Brother, I'll get Little Zhao to prepare the carriage!”
As he spoke, Ying Zheng gave Zhao Gao a look.
Zhao Gao immediately reacted and walked in front of Jiang Yu to prepare the carriage.
Zhao Gao's attitude towards Jiang Yu had changed a lot.
After all, Ying Zheng was very close to Jiang Yu now, so he didn't dare to offend Jiang Yu.
He could tell that Ying Zheng valued Jiang Yu a lot.
"Don't worry, Brother Zheng, just wait for my good news!”
Jiang Yu said confidently and left without looking back.
Then, he directly got into the carriage prepared by Zhao Gao and rushed to the sword-forging stage in Xianyang City.
Behind him, Ying Zheng looked at Jiang Yu's back as he left. He regained his usual cold and domineering attitude." How many swordsmiths are there this time?”
Zhao Gao's face turned pale when he heard Ying Zheng's words." Your Majesty, only…only Jiang Yu."
When Zhao Gao was speaking, he did not even dare to breathe loudly, because Ying Zheng had already issued an edict to the whole world a month ago.
A month had passed, and Jiang Yu was the only swordsmith.
This was enough to prove many things.
Hearing this, Ying Zheng sighed.
As a dignified emperor, he actually couldn't even summon the swordsmiths of the world. It was truly laughable.
"Let's go!"
Sighing lightly, Ying Zheng stood up.
Now, he could only head to the Sword Crafting Platform. No matter what the outcome was, he had to go.
Through this period of understanding, Ying Zheng was also looking forward to Jiang Yu forging a sword.
Because he felt that this big brother of his wasn't someone who liked to boast.
......………
Xianyang City, Central Square.
At this moment, there was a sea of people.
The king of Qin issued an edict ordering all swordsmiths to forge divine swords.
Just this edict alone was enough to attract people from all walks of life to the imperial capital of Xianyang.
There was no other reason.
This was because what was being forged was not a divine sword, but the fate of the Qin royal family!
When the sword was formed, the royal power would be established and the fate of the country would be suppressed!
The sword soldier would then become a figurehead, and the royal power would be divided among the princes!
Similarly, the difficulty of forging a divine sword was known to the world!
They also wanted to see who the master who dared to reveal the list of people who forged the divine sword was!
The forging of a divine sword did not only require some precious raw materials. The most important thing was the settling of the intent.
A sword could only become a divine sword if it was brought into the realm of intent!
Only a few top-notch swordsmithing clans could successfully forge a divine sword after several generations of tempering and nurturing.
There were many pavilions in front of the sword crafting stage. These pavilions were all used for viewing.
The people in the loft were all the dignitaries of the State of Qin.
Of course, there were also some top-notch swordsmithing clans.
Jiang Yu had arrived at the Swordsmithing Assembly.
At this moment, he was in the crowd.
In the distant pavilion, he could only vaguely see a few figures through the light gauze.
It was obvious that the noble families had kept this Swordsmithing Assembly a secret.
Firstly, they did not have any hope for the Swordsmithing Assembly, and they were too lazy to show their identities.
Secondly, if the forging of the sword failed, the King of Qin would definitely lose face and it would be difficult for him to show his face.
At noon, the Swordsmithing Assembly officially began!
Accompanied by the sound of war drums!
A middle-aged scholar walked up to the platform and said to the crowd,
"Everyone, silence! Silence!"
"Thank you, heroes of the world, for participating in this Swordsmithing Assembly!”
"The raw material of the sword is a piece of meteorite iron from overseas. If any swordsmith can forge it into a divine weapon, they will be rewarded by the imperial court!”
..……………
After the middle-aged scholar finished his opening speech, he shouted to the crowd," Now, the sword forging begins!"
However, after the middle-aged scholar finished speaking, no one walked up to the platform.
One minute!
Two minutes!
However, five minutes passed.
Still, no one went on stage.
Some of the surrounding citizens of the State of Qin began to discuss.
"What's going on? Why isn't anyone on stage?"
"Could it be that they are not confident in forging the divine sword?”
"It's not that I'm not confident, but I don't dare!”
.....………
In a remote pavilion.
Yan Dan sat on his knees.
Behind him stood Jing Ke and Gongsun Liji.
Although Yan Dan was a hostage in the State of Qin, his status was also very high. Naturally, he was invited to participate in this Swordsmithing Assembly.
" This King Qin is really pitiful. There's actually no swordsmith willing to forge a sword for him…"
Gongsun Liji said.
Yan Dan smiled and said nothing.
As the ruler of a country, Ying Zheng had no one to forge a sword for him. He was afraid that he would really lose face today.
In the future, this matter would definitely spread throughout the seven kingdoms, and by then, Ying Zheng's reputation would plummet.
And Lu Buwei could almost sit firmly on the position of the ruler of the State of Qin.
Jing Ke said,"No, that person will come!"”
Upon hearing Jing Ke's words, Yan Dan immediately remembered and said," Are you talking about Jiang Yu?"
Ever since that incident, Yan Dan had never paid attention to Jiang Yu. Now that he heard what Jing Ke said, he remembered.
There was such a person who wanted to forge a sword for Ying Zheng.
But he felt that even if Jiang Yu came, he would be a joke.
Rather than this, it was better not to come!
Now that he had failed to forge the sword, Ying Zheng had lost even more face.
"Him? I'm afraid it's a waste of time."
Gongsun Liji interjected.
Sometimes, talent didn't represent strength. She didn't think Jiang Yu could really forge a divine sword.
Jing Ke did not say much about this.
He believed that person would definitely come.
..........
Meanwhile, in the attic in the center of the arena.
The pavilion was decorated with dragons and phoenixes, exuding a noble aura.
The balcony was covered by a curtain, so no one could see what was going on inside.
In the pavilion, a young man with an imposing aura sat on the main seat.
This man was Ying Zheng.
A middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes sat on the left side of him.
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