Seeing Mu Hanyan coming with Ling Baobao, Tan Yu and others leisurely, everyone consciously made way for her, which was a bit like the moon being treated like a star.
"Do you really dare to come?" Seeing that Mu Hanyan had not arrived yet, even Nie Fangsheng thought that he was afraid of embarrassment and did not dare to come. Unexpectedly, he actually came, and looked so relaxed, as if he was oblivious to the discussions of the people around him.
"Why not? I'm still thinking about Lord Nie's ancestral sword-making technique." Mu Hanyan said with a carefree smile.
"What a big tone!" Nie Fangsheng looked at Mu Hanyan with contempt: Smile, I let you laugh, but you will cry later.
Nie Fangsheng made up his mind that as soon as Mu Hanyan failed, he would humiliate him severely and kick him out of the Sword Casting Hall without even giving Gong Hongru any face.
Anyway, it was he who did not know the seriousness of the matter and brought humiliation upon himself, so Gong Hongru could not blame him.
"Shall we start now?" Mu Hanyan was not interested in showing off her eloquence, so she went straight to the point.
"Let's start." Nie Fangsheng flicked his sleeves, took two steps back, sat upright on the armchair, and looked at Mu Hanyan with a sneer.
Mu Hanyan took a few steps forward and looked at the sword-making hammer and the fine iron that had been prepared long ago. Fortunately, this Nie Heimian was not so despicable as to not do anything.
In fact, it was not that Nie Heilian had a change of heart, but that he did not think Mu Hanyan had any chance of success, so he was too lazy to do anything.
"Light the fire and start the furnace!" Mu Hanyan said.
"Yes, Master." Tan Yu and the others responded respectfully, and then quickly lit the fire and started the furnace.
Soon, a faint blue flame began to burn in the sword-making furnace. Compared with the sword-making furnace that Tan Yu bought yesterday, this sword-making furnace was of higher quality, with a higher flame temperature and was more condensed.
Mu Hanyan held the hammer in one hand and prepared to start forging the sword, showing the demeanor of a sword-making master.
"This Mu Hanyan seems to be very confident. Could it be that he really has learned the method of shaping and strengthening bones? However, he only learned it once and meditated on it for one night. How could he learn it so quickly?" Seeing Mu Hanyan's confident look, everyone around him couldn't help but feel puzzled. It was really hard for them to believe their own guess.
"Baby Ling, what are you doing?" Just when everyone was confused and looking forward to the result, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped and shouted at Baby Ling.
"Nothing, nothing." Ling Baobao smiled awkwardly.
"Nothing? What are you holding in your hand?" Mu Hanyan asked with a serious face.
"Actually, it's just a bet. They all said you couldn't succeed, so I made a few bets with them." Ling Baobao said embarrassedly.
The disciples who were staring at Mu Hanyan almost fainted on the spot. It turned out that not only was Mu Hanyan confident, but this Ling Baobao was even more confident in him and even dared to make a bet.
Nie Fangsheng's already dark face became even darker. He actually started gambling. What did he turn his sword-making hall into? A gambling house?
"I've told you so many times that gambling harms both yourself and others. Why do you still gamble?" Mu Hanyan said with a look of disappointment.
"But my mother said that if you know you can only win and not lose, it's not called gambling, it's called picking up money. Can't I pick it up?" Ling Baobao said with a bitter face.
"Oh, then come here." Mu Hanyan thought for a while and said.
"What for?" Ling Baobao walked over reluctantly.
"Take these and help me place some bets." Mu Hanyan took out a thick stack of banknotes and handed them to him.
"Didn't you say that gambling is bad and harmful to both yourself and others?" Ling Baobao said with a frown.
If he was the only one who won the bet and everyone else lost, he would certainly make a fortune, but Mu Hanyan was very rich and could throw away tens of millions of taels at once, so naturally he would get less.
"Can't I help pick up the money?" Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes at him and said.
Although gambling is not good, what Ling Baobao said is right. Who doesn't like picking up money? This has nothing to do with gambling.
"Go quickly. At worst, I can give you more later." Mu Hanyan pushed Ling Baobao away. She was in a hurry to pick up the money and didn't want to waste time with him.
Everyone around was stunned. They had seen confident people before, but they had never seen anyone so confident. Where did Mu Hanyan get such confidence from?
"How about you place a little more bets? Otherwise, the extra points won't be much difference." Ling Baobao said to everyone with a sad face.
Judging from the look on his face, he really believed that he could only win and not lose, just like picking up money, the only difference was a little.
Although no one thought Mu Hanyan had a chance of success, seeing Ling Baobao so confident, many people still became more cautious and did not dare to place any more bets.
"Please bet a little more. It's not easy to gamble once. It would be nice if I could win some money for the pills. At worst, I can treat you guys to a meal if I win." Ling Baobao said almost pleadingly.
Everyone around us looked confused. You won our money and then treated us to a meal, but it seems like we are the ones who are at a disadvantage. Do you really think we are fools?
Hey, that's not right. How can he really win if he says he can win? How come I accidentally believed what he said?
"I bet with you!" Nie Fang was very angry.
Did this Ling Baobao and this Mu Hanyan really treat his Sword Forging Hall as a gambling house? It would be fine if it was just a gambling house, but they actually believed they could only win and not lose, even the people around them believed him without a doubt.
Where would he put his face? After all, he, Nie Fangsheng, deliberately made things difficult for Mu Hanyan to vent Qiu Yongcheng's anger. This was an open secret in Longyan College.
After saying that, Nie Fangsheng took out several million taels of silver notes and threw them to Ling Baobao.
"Okay, okay, who else wants to place a bet? Hurry up and place your bet, there's no chance of getting it again if you miss this opportunity." Ling Baobao was beaming with joy. Millions of taels, that's a lot! We're going to be rich!
"I'll place a bet too." Qiu Zizhong naturally didn't want to let Mu Hanyan's prestige dampen his own ambitions, so he also took out one million.
Seeing that even Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong had placed their bets, some academy disciples followed suit.
This time, Baby Ling was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
"Mu Hanyan, let's start?" Seeing that this relatively legitimate test was about to become a farce, Nie Fangsheng felt annoyed and urged Mu Hanyan.
"Okay, let's start now." Seeing that Ling Baobao had "picked up" a lot of money, Mu Hanyan was in a good mood. Seeing that the temperature of the fire was almost right, she began to swing the sword-forging hammer.
With Mu Hanyan's skillful technique, the dark golden sword-making hammer drew beautiful arcs, flashing a heart-warming light, full of beauty.
Everyone around was surprised. No wonder Mu Hanyan was so confident. She had really learned the sword-making technique of shaping and strengthening bones almost perfectly.
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