"Yes."

Mu Tianshen's faint voice came.

"That peach tree contains powerful spiritual power, which is not comparable to ordinary peach trees. The peachwood sword made with it, whether it is to ward off evil spirits or slay demons, its power should not be underestimated. ”

After listening to Mu Tianshen's explanation, Shen Qing'er was slightly surprised.

"So powerful?"

She didn't expect the peachwood sword given to her by her master to be so beneficial.

In case you run into a demon or a monster that day, even if your strength is not good, you can defend yourself with this peachwood sword.

Mu Tianshen smiled slightly, "Qing'er take this sword back and collect it well, don't use it casually, so as not to damage it, just use it to ward off evil spirits." ”

Shen Qing'er nodded and looked at the peachwood sword.

The master is so good to her.

Her heart welled up.

After practicing, the two began to practice swords.

Because Shen Qing'er was using an iron sword for the first time, Mu Tianshen was afraid that she would hurt herself, so he told her to be careful.

After practicing a few moves, Shen Qing'er gradually adapted to the new sword in her hand, and she also found a feeling when she danced the sword.

She looked happy when she danced the sword, like a fluttering butterfly.

Shen Qing'er, who was dancing excitedly, suddenly stopped the movements in her hand, and her eyes fell on Mu Tianshen's thick long sword.

"Senior brother, is your sword heavy?"

Her voice was delicate and her eyes were full of curiosity.

Mu Tianshen could only respond helplessly: "Heavy." ”

After a pause, he emphasized: "You can't dance." ”

Listening to Mu Tianshen's words, Shen Qing'er was a little unconvinced.

She pursed her lips and raised her head, looking at Mu Tianshen.

"I don't believe it."

Mu Tianshen smiled helplessly.

"Show me! See how heavy! ”

Faced with Shen Qing'er's coquettishness, Mu Tianshen could only helplessly put the sword into the sheath, stood on the ground, and asked her to come and pick it up.

Shen Qing'er happily held the hilt of the sword, and there was still residual warmth in his hand on the hilt.

As she was about to draw it, she suddenly realized that it was much heavier than the one in her hand.

But she was still able to bring it up.

"Be careful."

Mu Tianshen frowned slightly, and couldn't help but remind.

Shen Qing'er slowly drew her sword out of its sheath, only to see that the thickness of this sword was twice as thick as the sword in her hand, and the body of the sword was twice as wide as her sword, almost as thick as her two arms.

She realized how big the sword was.

Usually, when Mu Tianshen held it in his hand, he didn't think how big this sword was, and looking at Mu Tianshen's smooth appearance when he danced the sword, he didn't feel how heavy this sword was at all.

But if it was in Shen Qing'er's hands, just mentioning this sword would have taken her a lot of strength, let alone being able to dance the sword lightly.

"Have Qing'er seen enough?"

Seeing her like this, Mu Tianshen couldn't help but smile.

"Enough of it."

Shen Qing'er responded shyly and handed the sword to Mu Tianshen.

She couldn't help but look at him secretly, this man was not only good-looking, but also had a very good figure, and such a heavy sword could still dance every day.

Great strength.

Nice, very practical.

In the future, it will be okay to carry heavy work or anything.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Tianshen saw that Shen Qing'er had been staring at him, so he spoke.

"No, nothing ......"

Shen Qing'er turned her head, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Mu Tianshen saw it in his eyes, but he didn't break it.

"Then let's continue to practice swords."

A few days later, it was Shen Qing'er's holiday every Monday.

Shen Qing'er participated in the morning training of the Tianji Gate as always.