Although "this ......" is not inexplicable, he has a faint feeling that if he talks about it at length, then he will definitely be interrupted by this old man.

"What, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, anyway, I'll tell you, no matter where you are a swordsmith, you are a junior in me." Although the old man's words were very polite, but fortunately, Zongtian at this time came to humbly ask for advice, not to mention that this old man is still Xiangyin's father.

"That's nature." However, Zongtian's smiling face made the old man a little stunned, although such a style of statement must be often scolded, but looking at the old man's simple appearance, maybe it was just a habit developed with incense.

"Well, it's good to know......" It's not so much that the old man is talking to Zongtian, but that he is talking to himself, and this appearance also makes Zongtian firm in his original intention to continue to be polite, as the so-called fist is difficult to hit the smiling person, not to mention that there is no grudge between them in the first place.

"Well, this one...... What is that? Because of Zongtian's obedience, the old man seemed to have been disrupted, and after looking left and right, the old man also found the short knife boasting on Zongtian's waist.

"This is a weapon you made?" While saying such words, the old man directly pulled out the white blade that was in the sky.

"Short knives." The old man's face was somewhat disdainful, but after carefully looking at it, the old man's face was replaced with a solemn expression. Such a look naturally makes him a little proud, after all, it is also his father's proud work.

After carefully looking up and down, the old man grasped the hilt of the sword again, waved it a few times, and then he stared at the short knife as if he had seen the sword pattern.

Such a situation couldn't help but make Zongtian's head grow again, but things changed immediately afterward. Although the old man seemed to be just staring at the white blade motionlessly, a flame suddenly ignited above the white blade. Just like Zongtian used the black blade at the beginning, before he really established contact with that knife, Zongtian could only reluctantly borrow a little bit of that power, and the old man's situation seemed to be the same.

Zongtian, who was guessing like this, naturally had his reason, but the next development made him change his face. The emerald green flame on the white blade not only burned more and more at this time, but then the flame burst directly. However, the exploding heat did not cause any damage, and the vertical sky next to the old man only felt a refreshing warm current. But that kind of comfort has become the feeling he should have, at this time, Zongtian just stared at the air and was stunned, because at that position, the explosion of the flames just now also splashed out the appearance of a phoenix with wings spreading.

"How did you do that?" Zongtian's eyes were still staring in the direction just now, and such words were naturally asking the old man beside him. Although he has always maintained respect on the surface, in his heart, Zongtian still has some disgust and contempt for this old man who has always been disrespectful, but at this time, the strength shown by the old man made him put away the darkness in his heart.

"I'd like to ask you how you did it." Such words naturally brought Zongtian back to his senses, and looking at the old man whose expression had begun to become kind, Zongtian also knew why the old man asked like this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't make this dagger."

"Oh?" Although he heard such words, the old man did not show any disappointed look, "Since the weapon is in your hand, then you must know who did it, right?" ”

"My father did it."

"Good." The old man's face squeezed out a smile again, "Since it's your father, where is he now?" ”

"He's where you might not be easy to go."

"What?" The old man finally showed a surprised expression, "Could it be that your father is dead...... I mean, Ling Zun is dead? ”

"Not really." Such a misunderstanding naturally made Zongtian a little hurried to deny it, and the old man was also relieved.

"It's good if you don't have it, it's good if you don't have it, then he's ......"

"He's in the real world."

"What?!" Such an answer made the old man even more surprised, "Are you a, human?" ”

Since he had said this, Zongtian could only explain his identity in detail, and the old man listened carefully because of the white blade.

"You said it earlier." After listening to the old man's words, Zong Tian also resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He wanted to say it earlier, but the irascible old man had to listen to it, but what else could he do at this time? Of course, you can only accompany the smiling face.

"Although you are not your father, you should also have some knowledge of sword forgery, right?" The old man's words were still not very good, and Zong Tian could only smile reluctantly.

Just like the last experience in Mountain City, Zongtian also showed the quenching of the real world again at this time, and looking at such a magical change, even the old man was a little surprised.

"It's pretty special." Although it was amazing, the old man did not have any look of appreciation.

"But the process is still a little too rough." The old man picked up the weapon that Zongtian had just made, and it seemed that he was just shaking it slightly, but the weapon was directly turned into pieces.

"Yes, my little insect carving skills are naturally inferior to my father's one." Although the old man still has some derogatory meaning, the words at this time are already too pertinent, and in the face of the old man's strength, Zongtian naturally has nothing to say.

"But I think you still have some potential, so you can help me for two days."

"Huh?" Zongtian just wanted to find out the secret of that sword pattern, but the old man's words at this time made him a little unexpected.

"What? You still don't want to? The old man's face instantly stretched even longer than before.

"No, no, I just felt a little sudden."

"You'd better think so." The old man also pasted his gloomy face in front of Zongtian, "You also understood some basic sword patterns just now, right?" If you understand everything, I advise you to take advantage of this apprenticeship. ”

If Zongtian was still forced by the form just now, then now he is really willing, but he didn't expect that the old man's so-called two days were more than two months long.

It's like returning to Jingtang in the mountain city, but the old man in front of him is much stricter than the previous teacher. Although the teacher is strict, Zongtian at this time can be regarded as a qualified apprentice. Because of the more flexible control of the dead qi, in that more complex soul forge, Zongtian can be regarded as handing over a good answer.

"No, no, no, no!!" However, such voices often come from the wooden house, but they can no longer stir up the flames of the sky.

After a few days of training, this country field suddenly came to some business, and what Zongtian didn't expect was that once such a business started, there was an endless stream of postures, and even some people from all over the world came to visit, and what they did was naturally a blade in hand.

In the days when Zongtian was an apprentice, the stool under the pergola was basically not empty, and such a high-intensity workload also made Zongtian a little suspicious, how did the previous incense guide accurately catch such a suitable gap.

Such a situation naturally made Zongtian take a leave of absence from the soul, but this seems to be a bit of an unprofessional move, but it makes the soul maker sincerely happy.

"Okay, if you like it, just do it."

Although Zongtian also wanted to tell the soul creator what he was facing, since this sister was happy for him, he didn't seem to need to debunk this seemingly beautiful concealment.

"It shouldn't be too long."

"It doesn't matter if it's been a long time, I just want to take this time to recuperate. Don't worry, it won't consume too much of your soul energy. "When the soul makes such a request, Zongtian naturally agrees. This is not just to hide the truth that is a little hard, the soul has been living in self-blame and depression for the past three years, and such a rest is naturally what Zong Tian wants to give her.

It seems that everything has been done, and Zongtian can finally devote himself to this cause that he is interested in. More than three months does not seem like a long time, but the time invested in Zongtian is not something that ordinary people can replace with three months. Because in addition to a very small amount of rest time, Zongtian is almost sleepless at work, and those so-called rests, Zongtian is almost used to communicate with those people from all over the world.

These three months were not only hard for Zongtian, because the guests all came in the name of the old man, so when their weapons were about to come from Zongtian's hands, almost all of them chose not to trust.

"If you don't believe it, fuck off." And the old man also used such words to pay tribute to all the guests.

Although some people really left, many more stayed with a wait-and-see attitude, and one of the old man's actions made everyone firm in their belief to stay. All the requirements they put forward were doubled by the old man to Zongtian, and even if there was only a trace of flaw in those finished products, the old man would choose to break them directly and return to the furnace.

Such a perverted request even made some customers a little overwhelmed, but when they wanted to keep those so-called defective products, the old man also directly scared them away with a roll.

From the initial distrust to the later complete acceptance, Zongtian also gained some reputation among these guests, and it was not until the end that Zongtian knew why Xiangyin was able to catch such a gap. Such a business turned out to be deliberately done by the old man.