Early in the morning, in Haori's room, Zhang Jianqi and Haori stared wide-eyed.

There is no side matter, naturally because of the matter of Suo Jian. It's really a coincidence, there are spears, bows and arrows, stone tools, bone tools in this place, but there is no sword as Zhang Jianqi said. Not to mention that there is no sword, not even a drawing of a sword.

Then in the room, Zhang Jianqi and Haori were left staring at each other, speechless.

After a while, Haori broke the silence first.

"That Brother Zhang, don't worry. We don't have the sword you mentioned, but we do have the materials. To tell you the truth, I really have some good things here, as long as you can draw a sword, I will personally cast a sword for you!"

Zhang Jianqi thought about it, this is feasible. Although I can't paint, I have been 'taking care of' so many swords for three years, and the appearance of the swords has long been remembered in my heart. Although I really haven't seen any complete swords except for Xuantian in my heart, but as soon as the broken swords are pieced together, it will be done.

Decide to do what you say. Although there are no swords in the tribe, fortunately, there are a few people such as wizards who know how to write, and there are 'bone pens' and animal skins that can be recorded in the tribe.

After that, Zhang Jianqi took the tools and began to paint. It's one thing to think, it's another thing to do. I feel that my manuscript has already been typed, but when I put it down, I am sluggish and astringent, and I can't leave the first pen for a long time. Former 'friends' such as blackheads, green friends, and their own 'little brothers' seem to have escaped from their hearts. I no longer want to draw it, but it comes out again. It's hard to overwhelm yourself.

This road is not working, and there is a solution. If you can't draw a cat according to the tiger, then find another way. No longer visualize the broken sword of the sword ruins, but according to the feeling of reading novels, the meaning of the broken sword of the sword ruins. It's not just thinking about those inherent images, but the image of a sword that you want to create yourself.

Zhang Jian observed the senses, followed his own train of thought, no longer sluggish, and in his mind, the image of the sword emerged little by little. Elongated blade with cylindrical hilt. Its edge is like the tip of ice, its ridge is like the straightness of the ridge, its subordinate is as smooth as the surface of the water, and its blade is cold in summer. After contemplating it in my mind, the animal skin has become a painting. Zhang Jianqi has never learned to paint, but looking at the sword he has made, he is in the animal skin, as if he is about to break out of the skin. When people look at it, they really feel that this sword already exists.

After the painting is finished, the person arrives. Haori walked over as if he had calculated it. Looking down at the painting, he was amazed, and gave Zhang Jianqi a thumbs up: "Reading a book is different!"

Zhang Jianqi was rarely polite, and he was quite calm. Also, this painting, or this sword, makes me unusually satisfied, and my heart rejoices.

"Haori, you said that there are materials, what are they? Let's get to the bottom first, I have a good mental preparation, I'm afraid that I won't be able to stand the blow when I see it later. Zhang Jianqi asked anxiously.

Haori withdrew his gaze from the painting and replied with his head held high.

"Brother Zhang, it's really not me blowing it to you this time. My material is an unknown piece of dark iron, according to tribal records, it seems that there was a tribe when the dark iron was there, but it has never been used. Every time there is a lightning flash on a rainy day, this piece of dark iron will be wrapped around the body with a layer of fine electric patterns, which is really unusual. Haori said, and his mouth was still smiling: "If it weren't for the tribe asking you this time, and the battle must be a little fierce, I really wouldn't be willing to take it out!"

"Since Xuantie is so precious, why didn't it be made into a weapon early, and let me pick up such a big leak?" Listening to Haori's exaggerated description, Zhang Jianqi was a little puzzled.

"Isn't that related to you? Of course, there are other small reasons. Haori said that he was a little weak-hearted.

Zhang Jianqi looked at Haori's expression, secretly said that it was not good, and asked hard, "What is the reason?"

Haori rubbed his hands together and said, "Well, it's nothing." Even this material has been tried to be tempered before, but the furnace fire and tools used in the tribe's 'instrument room' cannot forge this material. There seems to be a layer of prohibition around the dark iron, the fire cannot be burned, and the vessel cannot be forged. ”

Zhang Jianqi was dumbfounded by this statement, and said directly: "Yes, it's useless to have this material." You just say what other materials there are, I don't have to ask for your tribe's heirloom."

At this moment, Haori's expression was even more empty, but fortunately, he was thick-skinned, and replied, "No." The tribe is already short of metal materials, and you have also seen that in our "weapon room", most of them are wooden, stone and bone weapons, and those arrows with iron arrows are the big treasures of the tribe. Look at me, a great wizard, I didn't use a bone as a weapon. ”

Zhang Jian was angry and laughed instead, "Are you asking me to take a piece of wood and sharpen it into a sword, or sharpen a bone into a sword?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. I said that this piece of dark iron is related to you, not nonsense, there is a record in the tribal book, speculating that on the day of the sting in the year of the 'Nine Continents and One Line', the thunder and lightning in the sky will be used to split the dark iron, or it may be able to break the confinement and thus be forged. Haori explained anxiously.

"Then why didn't the predecessors do this?" Zhang Jianqi did not hold out hope.

"That's what I'm telling you about. First of all, whatever this means by 'nine land and one line', it is certainly not a common moment. According to the family book, this year is the so-called 'Nine Continents and One Line', do you say this is fate. If it weren't for this opportunity, I would really be reluctant to take it out and share a big piece of you. It's always good for me to make a few more arrows. ”

Zhang Jianqi looked at it with white eyes: "Then when will you be stung?"

"Five days later!"

"Hmm. I hope everything goes well, I'll go back to cultivating. Zhang Jianqi left after speaking, he was really angry.

Haori knew that he was at a loss, and saw him off with a smile.

Back at his residence, Zhang Jianqi was ready to start practicing. Unexpectedly, Xuantian in his heart took the initiative to speak.

"Even if this little wizard knows a little bit about repaying kindness, you don't have to be angry. But any weapon that needs to be forged with the power of heaven and earth must be of no different quality. Listening to what he said, it is also a feasible way. Don't mess up your heart, even if you have all kinds of clues, your heart will be smooth, and you won't panic. ”

Zhang Jianqi felt that the sword spirit was in a good mood, so he wanted to please a few words, and just wanted to talk, there was no sound in his heart. There was no choice but to practice hard.

It's just that Zhang Jianqi didn't know that Sword Spirit Xuantian was indeed in a good mood, and even very happy. Not for anything else, just for the talent of kendo comprehension when Zhang Jianqi was just painting. "Perhaps, you are really qualified to become the heir of the Sword Ruin, the heir of the Sword Master!"

After separating from Haori, Zhang Jianqi spent most of his time practicing. Now, in addition to meditating and cultivating the five internal organs with vitality, more time is spent practicing the bamboo breaking sword technique. There was no sword for the time being, so Zhang Jianqi combined his sword with his fingers to understand swordsmanship.

At the beginning, the movements were jerky and funny, and Zhang Jianqi always felt that he couldn't do it. The more unruly, the more anxious I become. Sword Spirit Xuantian couldn't stand it anymore, so he said: "Calm your mind and calm your mind, you can have no sword in your hand, and the sword intent in your heart must be full." Do not rely on the power of external objects, do not confuse the mystery of external objects. There was sword intent in his heart, and he waved his hand and waved his sword qi. ”

After the words, I was angry. From the Xuantian spirit body, a majestic sword aura swayed. Zhang Jianqi was like a marionette, and followed this sword qi to completely practice the bamboo breaking swordsmanship.

Zhang Jianqi did not resist, and walked according to the sword qi, at first he didn't know it as if he was falling into the clouds, but after practicing the six-style swordsmanship, Zhang Jianqi's heart burst out with sword intent, and he danced his fingers as if he was waving a sword. After five days, although I didn't fulfill the meaning of swordsmanship, it was not difficult to achieve pictograms. Especially the last sword slashing pose. Zhang Jianqi is the most satisfied, every time he swings his sword and slashes, it is really like a sword aura. Zhang Jianqi thought to himself that this move could be used as a last resort to press the bottom of the box.

Haori wanted to come to prepare for the sword-forging and prepare for the enemy's attack, and he hadn't been here in the past few days. On the contrary, after the ban was lifted, Ai Ri ran to Zhang Jianqi's residence every day. Zhang Jianqi, who has been suppressed for many years, is also happy to play with this simple child. Simply instructed Ai Ri a few words of cultivation, and saw that Ai Ri seemed to have attained the Tao, dancing with his hands, and a set of unknown boxing techniques was chaotic, but he was playing tiger and tiger.

These few days are the happiest days after Zhang Jianqi's father and mother disappeared.

It seems like there is one more reason to fight for this tribe.