The day was a little distracted, and indeed as the sword minister said, since the sword calendar returned, the patriarchs and elders were exhausted, as if it was an omen that bad things were coming.

Fortunately, Jian Yusheng didn't go out with the transport team this time for some reasons.

Daylight placed the brother's sword on the table. "When the convoy leaves the secret path, there are guards from the Heavenly Sword Gate, why would this happen. ”

Jian Chen shook his head and said, "The two countries are at war, immortal cultivators are not popular in the Northern Wilderness, and the Heavenly Sword Sect has not sent people to guard it for a long time, and it is all on our own. ”

Daylight said: "They have been fighting for a long time, because of what. ”

Jianchen said: "It's nothing more than money and power, my father heard from the people of the transport team that Emperor Tianji raised the tax by fifty percent, and the people in the ten states of the world were not able to make a living, and the king of Cangzhou admonished, and was beheaded by the regent Ying Wuyi, and Zhao Fanyin, the son of the king of Cangzhou, raised troops in the ancient city of Instant after learning the news, and those small cities that could not eat joined him, and the founding name was Wanchen. ”

Bai Tian struggled to digest this information, and was just about to say something, when he saw the sword minister give him a silent look.

The third uncle just came out of the room, brought a basin of black spiritual liquid, and put it on the side.

He took out a folded piece of cowhide from his bosom.

Spread out the cowhide, dozens of large and small silver needles are neatly arranged, and the hook needles are three unique, which is a unique tattoo method for the sword people.

The black ichor spreads uncontrollably in the basin of water.

"Son of the Sword, let's get started. The third uncle said.

Daylight nodded.

His wrists and elbows were strangled to death, and the blood stopped flowing.

Jianchen said worriedly. "Hold back, Xiao Qi. ”

"You kid was scared stupid for the first time, and you persuaded others? Get out of the way, and learn from me. "The third uncle is merciless to his son.

The third uncle rolled up his sleeves and leaked out his sturdy arms covered with black letters. "It might hurt a little. ”

Bai Tian gritted his teeth and told the third uncle with his eyes that this was what he wanted. "Come on!!"

The third uncle ordered: "Put your hand into the basin." ”

Daylight put his hand into the basin filled with black idol.

The black ichor is like a living thing, burrowing into the skin through the pores.

In an instant, the liquid in the basin was sucked by the arm, which was really weird.

After the black liquid enters the skin, it spreads and invades the inner layer, like an ink-stained pen immersed in water, and spreads continuously, accompanied by endless pain.

The first wave of aggression stopped at the elbow of the tendon tightened and then returned.

Like the ebb and flow of the sea, it dips over and over again on the forearm.

"The Black Hand is the totem of the Sword Clan and the source of our strength. The third uncle said solemnly, pulled out dozens of silver needles on the cowhide, pierced them into the forearm of the day, and turned his head to the sword minister. "Look closely. ”

"It's so dense that my scalp is tingling when I look at it. Jianchen complained on the side.

The third uncle moved, his ten fingers flew like flying, and the silver needles flew.

The black spiritual fluid in the skin of the forearm during the day was pulled by the silver needle, like a small black fish jumping out of the water.

Tattooing black hands, the third uncle has done it countless times, while he used a silver needle to outline the ancient and mysterious black characters, while reciting words, the words to be tattooed are too ancient, he can only read, but he does not understand the meaning.

Grit your teeth during the day, because it hurts so much, like a tailor embroidering a needle on his skin.

When the third uncle was not in mind, the pitch-black spiritual liquid turned into mysterious words, precipitating in the skin of the day's forearm.

"Alright. The third uncle wiped the sweat from his head. "You're a true Sword Clan now. ”

The sword minister looked at Bai Tian in admiration. "You can really bear it, you didn't say a word.

Daylight raised his hand, his arm was filled with ancient black words, and there was still a faint pain in the depths of his epidermis, but his heart was happy to death.

He became a black hand and became a true sword clan.

"Third uncle, my father said that you are the most powerful tattoo artist in the Sword Clan, which is really right!" Bai Tian praised.

"No, it's the best in the world, the only one!"

"Stinky boy, I don't need you to pat yourself on the back, have you learned?" said the third uncle.

The swordsman wilted when he heard this.

"Thank you, Uncle San, I'll go first. After saying thank you during the day, he ran away, and he couldn't wait to go home.

When they returned home during the day, they didn't see their father, and they should still be in the council chamber, and they didn't know what they were discussing.

He took out his longbow and straddled it behind his back, pinned his brother's sword to his waist, and flew in the direction of Lin Hai.

The day is radiant, and after passing the coming-of-age ceremony, becoming a black hand means that he has changed from a boy to a man.

According to the clan rules, he would hunt in the forest for a night and hunt a lot of game!

And tomorrow is his birthday, and he has to celebrate with his father with fifteen dishes, all meat!!

This meant that he had to hunt harder.

Daylight imagined in his heart that in the future, maybe he could also become a member of the transport team, wearing uniform clothes and carrying a huge black sword case, and walk out of here to see the world seen in the book.

Maybe it can also save the world that is at war.

Fantasy is always a little whimsical.

He didn't notice that the few Sword Clan men who passed by on the road all had solemn faces, full of military uniforms, and gathered at the patriarch's residence.

......

I hunted all night in Zhenlong Mountain, and hung the game I caught in front of every house during the day.

He left two rabbits and three pheasants for himself and returned home happy.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his father sitting there like a god.

It seems that the lengthy meeting is finally over.

In front of the sword lay a large long strip of coarse cloth wrapped in front of him, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the scars from the whips on his dark forearms could be seen.

Every time I saw my father's inadvertent scar, I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart, guilt and sadness.

The guilt is because some of these scars are because of him.

It's sad because these visible scars are just the tip of the iceberg of the countless scars on my father's body.

Bai Tian raised the prey in his hand and said happily: "Father, I have become a black hand! and I have made a contribution!"

On the way back, he left game at the door of every house he passed.

"Well done, but don't be proud, you still have a long way to go. ”

"Yes, father. ”

Daylight's eyes were drawn to the object wrapped in coarse cloth in front of his father's knees.

Feeling the curious gaze of the day, a smile appeared on the sword and touched the coarse cloth in front of his knee. "I ask you, son, do you blame me? ”

Daylight shook his head slightly. "I didn't understand it at the time, but the moment my brother's sword came out, I understood that the gap in the sword was the gap in my heart. ”

The sword nodded. "That's right, I'd rather be a nitpicker than a promiscuous, if I let you get away with it, you will only die faster in the future!"

"I understood my father, I wouldn't do that again. ”

"Very well, you are worthy of this sword now!"

After the sword finished speaking, his fingers lightly tapped the large object wrapped in coarse cloth.

Without warning, a flame ignited, startling the day.

The coarse cloth was burned in an instant, and the giant sword inside came into view.

The sword was bigger than any sword the day had ever seen.

The blade of the sword was as red as red jade, the body was wider than two palms, and the hilt of the sword was tightened by the tendons of the black demonic beast, and the handle was a small god head.

The point is that this giant sword has a vague familiar feeling during the day.