Tonight is the last night of Lingyujian, Sui Musheng sat on the edge of the bed, unable to lie down, he had worked hard all night, gritted his teeth, but caused a lot of pain, full of cold eyes. Unconsciously, my heart burned.

The unprecedented snub drove Sui Musheng to believe in himself so much, gritted his teeth and got up, and grabbed the broken sword.

Holding it tightly, his eyes were like torches, staring at the sword in his hand, only to see the crack of the broken sword glowing.

Then Mu Sheng was full of suspicion, and saw that there was indeed a thin and shiny thing at the crack. So Mu Sheng slashed a few times with the blade of the other half of the broken sword, but he didn't leave any traces.

Sui Musheng's body shook slightly......

Early the next morning, everyone packed up and said goodbye to each other in the courtyard.

"Senior Brother Ying, it doesn't matter what injuries you have, yesterday you and I were quite chess and drums, and the shot was inappropriate when the battle was in full swing, I hope you will forgive me. Xun Xiaozheng apologized.

Ying Zhu's face twitched slightly, and he barely squeezed out a smile, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Xun's immortal method is outstanding, and the junior brother admires it tightly." ”

Xun Xiaozheng patted Ying Zhude on the shoulder and smiled, "I won the award, I dare not be ashamed." ”

Ying Zhu also smiled, as if the suspicion between the two had disappeared.

Everyone said goodbye one after another, and Xun Xiaozheng also said some compliments to Sui Musheng. Sui Musheng also responded a few words.

Before leaving, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the room, as if I saw the fragrance of flowers, and instantly seemed to think of something, so I turned my head away and stopped looking.

Everyone drove away one after another, so Mu Sheng's spell was not refined and there was nothing to drive away, so he had to be carried by Ying Zhu.

"That Senior Brother Xun's Taoism is really powerful, he is handsome and has means. Ying Zhu pouted and said, "Alas, but as long as Senior Sister Lan can find her happiness, it will not be in vain for me to be infatuated." ”

Ying Zhu put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, looking at the peerless indifference of seeing through the red dust, but what Sui Musheng saw was a poor acid that was enough to cover the sky and the sun.

Sui Musheng was silent and did not speak.

"Hey, we're home. Ying Zhu swept away the decadence just now and reached out to point forward.

Then Mu Sheng looked forward in the direction of Ying Zhu's finger, the clouds gradually opened, and the familiar Shenhuo Peak gradually appeared in front of him.

"So my junior brother hasn't been here on weekdays, this is the lookout slope of Shenhuo Peak, my brothers and I practice here on weekdays, since you're here, don't leave, eat here at noon, and take you to meet my master by the way." Seeing that Sui Musheng seemed to be silent, Ying Zhu probably thought that it was caused by the sword competition, so he warmly invited.

So Mu Sheng nodded, looking around, the green trees were green, and the pavilions and pavilions were scattered, although they were not luxurious, but they were fully established, and the scale alone was ten times stronger than that of Muzhi.

Among the many houses, there is only one in front of the door that is exceptionally clean, and it seems that someone often cleans it, so Ying Zhu led Sui Musheng to this house.

Entering the lobby, the furnishings in the hall are also easy-going, most of the potted plants are the common local vegetation of Shenhuo Peak, two main seats are on top, several ancient paintings are dotted on the side, four eight immortal chairs are below, and there are several sets of blue and white tea sets on the wooden table at hand.

In the hall, an elderly man was pacing back and forth. Seeing Ying Zhu, he nodded slightly, "You're back?"

Ying Zhuyi gave a salute, "The disciple practiced in Lingyujian for a few days, but he didn't see the master, he missed it very much, and he didn't know if the master would be okay." ”

"Well, a few days of cultivation, it is really hard, this practice, the young talents of the Xianyuan Pavilion gathered, I don't know how you compare with Senior Brother Gu's disciple Xun Xiaozheng. ”

Ying Zhu suddenly came to his senses, "At the end of the practice, the disciple and Senior Brother Xun fought for three hundred rounds, thunder and lightning, flames and hearts, that formation, when it was really a chess opponent, the earth shook the mountains and ......"

"That's losing. The old man interjected abruptly.

"Well, Master, there are many kinds of so-called wins and losses, and those who lose can lose are above board, and those who can win can also win......

"Well, who is this disciple?" the old man looked at Sui Musheng.

Then Musheng took a step forward, "I ......"

"He is a disciple of Uncle Mu Zhi, hey, Master, you don't know, at that time, the disciple was hindered by the face of the three head uncles, and he didn't kill ......"

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Mu Zhi, I haven't seen him for a long time, I don't know if he's okay, since you're here, Xiaozhuzi, you can lead him to have some food." ”

"Okay, Master, you don't know, when the two of us were fighting, Uncle Gu's nervous eyes, hey, Master, don't go, I haven't finished speaking, hey, Master, Master?"

I saw that the old man had already anointed the soles of his feet, turned around and slipped away, and in Sui Musheng's opinion, he was quite a bit of a desert and fled.

Ying Zhu's hand was raised in the air, and he smiled at Sui Musheng embarrassedly, "I forgot to introduce to you, that one just now is my master-Hua Luo, Senior Brother Sui, it's just noon, let's go to dinner together." I would like to introduce you to my brothers. ”

When he arrived at the meal, Ying Zhu introduced several disciples under Hualuo to Sui Musheng one by one, and introduced the life experience, cultivation and even birth date of these people.

With such a fragmented thought, this meal was also quite hard, and the senior brothers also sighed in general, but when they heard Ying Zhu introduce themselves, they smiled awkwardly at Sui Musheng.

"Be generous and unforgettable. Senior brother, the time of meeting is always so short......" The parting words of about half an hour made Sui Musheng's ears buzz. When they finally separated, they finally understood the meaning of running away.

Returning to the familiar hut, the sound of clanging iron is still the same, and the familiar is a little crying.

"Master, I'm back. ”

Mu Zhi turned his head and saw Sui Musheng, laughed, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back." It's been a hard time. ”

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, "That day, the senior brother in charge suddenly sent his disciple and said that he would bring you a magic weapon, I thought that I wanted you to go down the mountain to experience and find it by yourself, so I didn't have any preparations, so I piggybacked on the iron sword you built yourself." Uh, I'm embarrassing you. ”

"Ah, no, no. Sui Musheng shook his head, "Speaking of iron swords, Master, I want you to see something." ”

Sui Musheng said, and took out the iron sword that was broken in half from his baggage.

"Ahh

"Eh, this was broken during the competition with Senior Brother Xun, but it doesn't matter, Master, what do you think this is?"

Then Mu Sheng handed the broken blade to Mu Zhi's eyes, and there was a point of light shining at the broken blade.

"Oh, this thing is called the essence of hematite, it is a substance formed by accident of ordinary hematite under extreme pressure, the material is extremely tough, although it is a rare thing, but the current forging method cannot smelt it, so it cannot be used to forge swords. ”

Mu Zhi paused, and then said, "Also, since this thing is essentially ordinary red iron, even if it is cast into a sword, it has no spirituality and cannot be used to cast spells, well, it may not even be able to fly the sword." ”

"Extremely tough, that means it will never be broken again?" asked Sui Musheng.

"Well, maybe, uh, you don't really want to build a sword like this. ”

Sui Musheng thought about it and nodded, "Well, I have to work hard, because I hate their self-righteous appearance in front of me, and I want to rely on my own efforts to crush their self-confidence!"

Mu Zhi looked at his young apprentice in surprise, and the years carved a rare trace of perseverance on his unworldly face.

"It's the only thing I can do well right now, and I want to give it a try. ”

"Okay, just do it when you think about it, and I can help you with sword forging. As if he was infected, Mu Zhi also became serious.

The days that followed were hard and boring, so Mu Sheng kept making red iron swords day and night, and when he was tired, he exercised the Qingxin Jue to rest hastily on the side, and after forging more red iron swords, he hit each other in pairs, and collected the broken swords that appeared in the essence of hematite.

After half a year, as Mu Zhi said, the essence of hematite is indeed a rare thing, hundreds of hematite swords hit each other, and there are only a dozen broken blades of hematite essence, and the essence of hematite on each broken blade is only a thin point.

In the past six months, Mu Zhi has not been idle, during the day he worked hard to make all kinds of iron swords like Sui Musheng, but it was much more exquisite, and he went down the mountain to sell it after saving it for a while, in addition to maintaining part of the expenses of Shenhuo Peak, the remaining silver taels, Mu Zhi saved up, and after half a year, he did save a lot of money.

At night, Mu Zhi held a dim oil lamp and flipped through all kinds of ancient books in his room until late at night. Working day and night, both of them seem to have experienced a lot of vicissitudes.

One evening, when the sun was setting, it was rare for the master and apprentice to temporarily put down their work and sit together for a meal, "The method of extracting the essence of hematite from the broken blade is not difficult. Mu Zhi took a sip of sake and said, "Use the current smelting method to melt the broken blade, and the hematite will turn into molten iron and its essence will not be soluble. Pour out the molten iron and get its essence. ”

"But. Mu Zhi paused, "During this time, I have been looking through ancient books, and it is true that as I said before, there is no way to smelt the essence of hematite, and it cannot be forged into a sword without smelting the essence of hematite. ”

Hearing this, Mu Sheng's heart fluttered.

"However, you don't have to worry, throughout the ages, all famous swords, the predecessors have also encountered the situation that the material cannot be smelted when forging, and in this case, there have also been precedents of adding a spirit medium to help it smelt in the smelting process, such as a famous sword, and the cadre is not evil. It's just that I don't know what the spirit medium that can smelt the essence of hematite is. ”

Sui Musheng nodded, "In that case, please ask Master to teach me the method of refining first." ”

Two hours later, red molten iron poured out, and the two of them stared at the bottom of the cauldron.

A few small pieces of silvery-white material shimmered, and the two of them were overjoyed.

Hurriedly picked it up with iron tongs, and the total amount was only a small handful, but Sui Musheng was very satisfied.

The old man Mu Zhi was also very happy, walked out of the house, drank the remaining wine in the pot, looked at the excited Sui Musheng, and sat down with satisfaction.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he patted his head and stood up, "I almost forgot something." ”

Then Mu Sheng looked at Mu Zhi.

"Tomorrow is the day of the Immortal Alliance, this time the Immortal Alliance is not ordinary, and the factions may have to discuss the matter of going to the Thousand Caves of Marriage. ”

"A thousand holes of marriage?" said Mu Sheng.