The people of the Ye family are gone, the people of the Huang family are also gone, and the officers and soldiers are also gone, leaving a mess.

Ding Wancheng, the head of the Ding family, trembled through the ruins, looking at the devastation, sad from the heart, sitting on the ground and crying.

Ding Wancheng couldn't understand that Ye Changsheng was just a sword, not even a sword, why did Jingyun Gongzi let Ye Changsheng go?

Not only did he not understand, but most of the people watching the battle did not understand, except for a few masters.

Only those worshippers can sense the power of that sword, how domineering it is.

And Ye Changsheng's last sudden acceleration was even faster to the extreme, and even they only saw an afterimage.

Whether it was a domineering sword or a sudden acceleration, it was all proving the fact that Ye Changsheng's strength was enough to crush Huang Jingyun.

If it weren't for Ye Changsheng's mercy, I was afraid that that sword would be enough to turn Huang Jingyun into a corpse.

Ye Changsheng didn't make another move, in order to leave a decent place for Huang Jingyun and Huanglong Villa.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it was Huang Jingyun who let Ye Changsheng go.

So Huang Jingyun is still the genius of that martial arts.

And Ye Changsheng is still the boy who forged the sword.

Ye Changsheng was carried back to Ye Mansion by a sledgehammer, causing the sledgehammer to cry all the way.

Changsheng was also very helpless, probably only by pretending to be injured could he avoid the inquiries of the Zi family and the Bai family, and avoid the little bell with countless questions in his head.

The questions they ask are nothing more than the fact that immortality is not enough for outsiders.

The Bai family is easy to deal with, but the Zi family is sitting with a real person, in case he can't justify himself, there will be endless troubles.

Deep down, Changsheng also hoped that outsiders would only remember his identity as a swordsmith, rather than a master cultivator.

In the small courtyard of the Ye Mansion, Ye Changsheng sat under the magnolia tree and took out the ethereal sword from the demon space.

The big hand grasped the blade of the sword and slowly slammed it down, and the transparent sword body was instantly stained red with blood.

"Buzz!"

The ethereal sword trembled slightly, and the blade rippled with light.

With a bang, the blood smeared on the sword was sucked away.

The trace of disgust left by Huang Jingyun finally completely dissipated.

Sensing that the sword body trembled like a coquettish, Ye Changsheng smiled and said, "Be content, with my current cultivation, even if I feed you the blood of my whole body, it will not be enough!"

The cultivation of the ethereal sword is very luxurious, unless it is fed by blood, but it cannot last long.

When Changsheng cast the ethereal sword, it was based on Wan'er's characteristics, so the sword body was a little short and the weight was a little light.

Therefore, Changsheng plans to return to the furnace for the second time, but the nine heavenly and earthly treasures required for the return to the furnace are still half of them.

I hope that this trip can be rewarding.

Putting away the ethereal sword, Ye Changsheng stretched out his hands forward.

The fingers are slender, white as jade, and smoother than a woman's hand.

On the back of the hand and on the palm of the hand, there are seven or eight shallow scars, which are the traces left by the carving knife a few days ago, and there are also Changsheng deliberately scratched.

Now his cultivation is no longer a secret, so there is no need to deliberately hide anything.

The mental method of "The Secret Record of Futu" was activated, and the vitality in the immortal body surged in an instant.

The black floating lotus in the sea of qi exuded a mysterious aura, merging with the vitality and flowing towards the immortal hands.

The immortal hands were covered with a soft light, like transparent jade.

The scars were quickly smoothed out and turned into thin lines that were invisible.

Ye Changsheng nodded with satisfaction and withdrew his mental method.

Tomorrow, those thin lines will be gone.

The next day, the sky was cloudy, and on the Yejia wharf, a slender figure flew over and landed abruptly.

Zi Ling'er was out of breath, looked at the awning boat in the distance, and shouted angrily: "Big liar, you stop me, you haven't answered my question yet!"

It wasn't until the shouting of the little bell was inaudible that Ye Changsheng got out of the cabin, moved a small horse, and sat on the bow of the boat.

He couldn't answer Little Bell's question, and he couldn't catch up with Little Bell's apprenticeship, so he turned around and forged a good sword for her, which should be an apology.

Ye Changsheng was in a hurry to leave, there was really something wrong.

The decoration of the Jinchuan sword ordered by the envoy has been completed, and the scabbard has been built, and it is ready to be delivered.

A letter came from the county guard's mansion, asking him to go to the provincial capital, and Master Fan looked for him, thinking about what was the matter.

As for the family, it is already on the right track, and there is no need for him to worry.

The sword he used to deter Huang Jingyun was enough to make the magnates suspicious for a while.

The cold wind blew in his face, Ye Changsheng perked up, took out a black carving knife, and a piece of green jade, and began to draw lines on the stone.

Changsheng fell in love with carving.

You can explore kendo, you can practice carving, you can meditate, and you can develop an affinity with a carving knife.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

Ye Changsheng lowered his head, concentrated, and moved his knife like flying, barely pausing.

In a moment, a lifelike canopy boat appeared in the palm of his hand.

Blowing off the jade powder, Changsheng handed the jade boat to the sledgehammer beside him: "I've given it to you." ”

Sledgehammer took the awning boat and exclaimed: "The young master is so well carved, it looks better than the ones sold in the jade shop!"

"Sledgehammer, when I return from the provincial capital, I will personally forge a weapon for you. What weapons do you like, think now. ”

The sledgehammer scratched his head for a long time: "It's better to use a hammer, it's easy to use." ”

Ye Changsheng coughed and said, "Sledgehammer, do you think, you will stand behind me in the future, carrying a two-handed big sword on your back, isn't it very powerful?"

"But if you carry a hammer, doesn't that look ......?"

"More powerful!"

Wang Dazhu's eyes lit up.

Ye Changsheng was speechless, so he had to nod and say, "Okay, the hammer is the hammer." ”

The hammer is probably the fate of the sledgehammer, and Changsheng doesn't need to force it for him.

A fragrance wafted in, and Qiu Tianzuo poked his head out of the cabin: "Childe, the fish soup is ready!"

The fish soup is delicious and the fish meat is fresh.

The three of them gathered around the small stove and drank up a large pot of fish soup.

At noon, the canopy boat arrived at the pier outside Liuhe City.

Walking into the bustling town again, Ye Changsheng's mood was already very different.

In the past three years, more than two months after being reborn, Changsheng has never really been easy, and the pressure of survival has almost taken him breathless.

And now, he can enjoy this free time.

Qiu Tianzuo took the Jinchuan Sword to the Earl's Palace, and Ye Changsheng took the sledgehammer to visit the black market on Tianbao Street.

Last time I went to Tianbao Street, Ye Changsheng found the Demon Ring, and he also got acquainted with Fat Dashi, this time I don't know if I can find good things.

The two got off the carriage at the corner of the street, and within a few steps, a middle-aged uncle stepped forward.

"Childe, I see that you are handsome and handsome, your eyes are full of divine light, you must be a master of cultivation, how can you not have a good sword to match?"

The uncle pretended to be mysterious, glanced left and right, and said in a low voice towards Changsheng, "I have a Lingwu-level mid-grade long sword here, which was forged by Ye Changsheng himself, which is an absolute boutique!"

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