In a mountain forest, all the creatures were fleeing, as if something terrifying existed, and suddenly, an astonishing sword intent emanated, the surrounding trees trembled, and even some of the fleeing animals let out a cry of fear.

After a while, the surroundings calmed down, and I saw Murong San holding a sword, and the surrounding trees had been neatly disconnected.

"Finally it worked. ”

Murong San put away the knife excitedly, his eyes couldn't hide his joy, and he set foot on the way back.

It has been two years since Murong San came here, and he is already 12 years old, and the immaturity on his face has long since receded, and he has a little more youthful charm.

Murong San returned to the wooden house and found that Mr. Miyamura seemed to be waiting for him, so he walked towards him.

Except for some cultivation and going out, Mr. Miyamura usually sits in the wooden house drinking tea and reading books, but now he is closing his eyes and recuperating, as if he knows that Murong San is coming, but Mr. Miyamura still closes his eyes and speaks slowly.

"Well, the sword intent on your body is very strong, it seems that you have mastered it, and it is time to leave. ”

Murong San was shocked, he didn't expect Mr. Miyamura to drive him away, but before he could speak, Mr. Miyamura continued.

"Don't panic, I'm not trying to drive you away, but there is no point in you continuing to stay here, and the next growth is only obtained by you in battle. ”

After that, he opened his eyes, looked at Murong San, and smiled with satisfaction, this kid is indeed a genius, and he has already achieved such an achievement in just two years.

Murong San also eased up, thinking about it, it was true, and he still had important things to do.

"That senior, these days have been disturbed, I will pack up my things and leave tomorrow. ”

Murong San thanked Miyamura and prepared to leave.

Mr. Miyamura stopped him.

"Slow, before you leave, I'll give you a knife, you're half my apprentice, come, come with me." ”

After speaking, he got up and left the room, Murong San did not hesitate, followed behind, he really needed a weapon, ordinary weapons could not carry his own strength.

Mr. Miyamura came to an open space outside the courtyard, raised his foot and stomped on it, and went directly to a cellar to appear, Murong San was very surprised, he had never seen this place for so long.

Mr. Miyamura didn't explain, he entered first, Murong San looked at it again, and then entered.

The cellar was pitch black, I don't know where Mr. Miyamura found the switch, I saw a light turned on, Murong San saw the cellar clearly, only to see a knife placed around, each knife exuded an amazing momentum.

Needless to say, every knife here is not ordinary.

Mr. Miyamura looked at the treasure knives around him, and he rarely showed a respectful look.

"The ancestor of our sect is not only a swordsman, but also a highly skilled swordsmith, every knife here is cast by the ancestor himself, and it is also the top in the world, even the one in my hand was also given to me by my master when my sword intent was mature, and the Musashi one was also given to him by me, now, you go in and choose one yourself." ”

Murong San responded, looking at the dazzling array of treasure knives in front of him, he didn't know how to choose, where to pick up one and put it down, pick up one and put it down again.

Mr. Miyamura was also very patient and waited silently, knowing that a sword was very important for a swordsman.

Suddenly, Murong San saw a knife hanging on the wall not far away, the scabbard was pitch black, he felt very strange, the other knives were all placed in the hanging place, only that one was hanging on the wall, as if it was just a tattere.

Driven by curiosity, he walked towards the knife, but just as he was about to pick it up, Mr. Miyamura hurriedly stopped him.

"Stop. ”

Mr. Miyamura was shocked, but he didn't expect Murong San to fall in love with the knife and hurriedly came to Murong San's side.

Murong San looked at Mr. Miyamura with a puzzled expression, not knowing why he organized himself.

Mr. Miyamura looked at the knife with a heavy look in his eyes.

"Murong San, that knife is called Ghost Devouring, it is a demon knife! It can devour spiritual power, after the ancestor was cast back then, no one could use it, and the users were all devoured by spiritual power and died, the ancestor wanted to destroy this knife back then, but its power was really strong, and he had no choice but to store it, which was also the first weapon of my division, but it was too dangerous, and the division had always hoped to find the user. ”

Murong San looked at the pitch-black knife, he didn't expect it to be so sharp, which also made Murong San full of interest in this knife.

"Mr. Miyamura, I want to give it a try!"

Miyamura didn't expect Murong San to insist on using this knife, but looking at the firmness in Murong San's eyes, he had no choice but to agree, he also thought about it, once there was danger, he would take action immediately.

Seeing that Mr. Miyamura agreed, Murong San reached out and picked up the knife, it was cold in his hand, the blade was a little heavy, and he pulled out the knife, the knife was pitch black, but there were some red silk stripes on the blade, giving people an eerie feeling.

Suddenly, a powerful attraction came from the blade, and Murong San felt that his spiritual power was being devoured, and the knife was like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, devouring it frantically, and the trace of red streaks shone brightly.

Mr. Miyamura seemed to know that this would be the case, and was about to make a move, but found that Murong San did not have a painful expression, and even showed a faint smile.

Murong San looked at the knife in his hand, good you have a knife, and you dare to absorb my spiritual power, okay, I'll let you suck it up!

A powerful deterrent erupted from Murong San's body, it was "Emperor Nian", this was also the first time Murong San had released, the powerful spiritual power coupled with the sword intent made the surrounding air messy, and the space seemed to tremble.

The demon knife seemed to find that Murong San was not easy to deal with, and the huge pressure made the blade tremble, and the demon knife immediately stopped absorbing and quieted down.

Seeing that the demon knife was no longer absorbed, Murong San also retracted his momentum, and played with the demon knife in his hand, a good knife is really a good knife!

Mr. Miyamura saw that Murong San had really subdued the demon sword, his expression was incredulous, for so many years, even the ancestor could not accept the demon knife, but now, Murong San did it.

I didn't expect that the regret of the master for so many years was realized here by himself, and Mr. Miyamura couldn't hide his joy.

"Congratulations, I didn't expect you to really be able to subdue the demon knife, now your strength will skyrocket again, you must know that the ghost devouring is not only to absorb the user's spiritual power, but also to absorb the enemy, which will have a great effect in battle. ”

Murong San was also very happy, took back the ghost devour, and bowed to Mr. Miyamura.

"Thank you, Mr. Miyamura, for the sword. ”

Mr. Miyamura waved his hand.

"It's useless to put this knife here, it's also my blessing to be able to find a user, by the way, the ghost devours with the strong, but it's easy to attract attention, after all, a knife that devours spiritual power is not terrifying, and there is a knife here, although it is not as powerful as the ghost devouring, but it is very suitable for your ability. ”

As he spoke, Mr. Miyamura picked up a knife with a blue scabbard from the side and handed it to Murong San.

Murong San took the knife and found that this knife was much lighter than the ghost devourer, so he pulled out the knife, and the blade had two colors, the blade was light blue, and the back of the knife was dark blue, and the whole knife had a kind of violent energy.

"This knife is called Cutting Moon, and it is made of a metal that can carry thunder and lightning, and I believe that with your ability, it will make a great difference. ”

Murong San was very happy to hear that the moon could carry thunder and lightning, and withdrew the knife, thanking Mr. Miyamura again, and then the two left the cellar.

At dinner time, this may be the last time Murong San will eat here, and he will leave early tomorrow morning, so he can't help but feel a little melancholy.

Mr. Miyamura saw that Murong San was not in high spirits, and slowly spoke.

"Murong San, what you saw in the cellar today, I hope you don't talk about it to outsiders, otherwise it may cause me trouble. ”

Murong San nodded, there are so many treasure swords, there will definitely be people snooping on them.

"Murong San, it is said that you have some grievances with WAOP Zhengfang, let me remind you here, the water of WAOP is very deep, and there are many masters in it, no matter what you want to do, you have to be careful. ”

Murong San didn't expect Mr. Miyamura to care about him, and he was a little moved, and thanked Mr. Miyamura, saying that he would be more careful.

After dinner, everyone rested and did not say anything for the night.

Early the next morning, Murong San got up and prepared to leave, wrapped the two treasure knives in the cloth, took one last look at the place where he had been staying for two years, and walked out.

Musashi and Mr. Miyamura were already waiting, and when they returned to Huaxia, they needed Musashi to bring him back, so Murong said goodbye to Mr. Miyamura and sat on Musashi and left.

Mr. Miyamura looked at Murong San who was leaving, revealing a trace of reluctance.

"Alas, I don't know what time it will be. ”

Near the afternoon, Musashi placed Murong San on the border of Huaxia.

"Little San, I'll put you here, and you may be discovered in the future, so take care. ”

In two years, Musashi and Murong San have long been acquainted.

"Well, Brother Musashi, you go back early, don't worry Miyamura-san, I'll go see you when I have time. ”

Musashi nodded, flew into the air and disappeared.

Murong San looked at the land in front of him, his eyes were full of seriousness, because according to Zhang Feng's predecessor's original map, Ye Xiao and they were somewhere in Huaxia Kingdom, and he could finally go to them, after so many years, I don't know what happened to them.

Murong San looked up at the sky with a worried expression.