"Why are you looking for me?" Cheng Buchi's expression was calm, and he was not eager for Yu Xia's request.

"yes...... Why? Zhong Mengxi was also a little puzzled.

The two masters and apprentices were called by Shang Candle Temple, which means that they also watched the casting conference and knew Cheng Buchi's performance at the conference, but now they asked Cheng Buchi to cast for them, if it weren't for the fact that this old and young man didn't seem to have any bad intentions, she would think that they were deliberately humiliating him.

The two masters and apprentices looked sincere, and they really didn't look like they were joking.

Chen Daoren was still drinking wine and eating peanuts, and Yu Xia could only answer this question by himself.

"Because you didn't name the sword you forged."

Yu Xia said.

If you listen to it in other people's ears, it will have the meaning of revealing people's scars.

Zhong Mengxi was stunned for a moment, but saw that Cheng Buchi's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to be angry because of this, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've seen descriptions of peerless divine weapons in ancient books, and when they were cast, they actually had their own names."

Yu Xia observed Cheng Buchi's expression and said seriously.

"The real divine soldier is not named by the swordsmith, but the spirit of heaven and earth shows itself to generate a spirit, so that it has its own character. The swords forged by others at the Forge Conference were indeed good swords, but they were still mundane swords. ”

"And you're not like them."

Zhong Mengxi was slightly surprised, she didn't expect that Cheng Buchi didn't name the sword for such a reason. Thinking about Cheng Buchi's previous discussions, the mediocre performance of this caster, who has obviously had a high talent since he was a child, seems to have some answers.

But Cheng was unmoved.

"That's just an unrealistic fantasy, and in the end, I only forged a sword with the power of earth fire."

Yu Xia shook his head, "It's not unrealistic. ”

"You are from Jiling, although it is only a small place, but it is the inheritance of the 'unruly lineage', your name is Cheng Buchi, I think this name should be changed later, right?"

"Although the Buju line is now in decline, three hundred years ago, there was a casting master called Yu Buju, and since then, all the disciples have taken the name of 'no'. One of the characteristics of the non-regular one-vein caster is to reduce the human influence as much as possible, so that the cast objects are closer to the spirit of nature. ”

"I see that when you cast the sword, not only did you not engrave the lines on the sword fan, but when you scraped and pondered later, you only simply brought it, and did not even engrave any patterns on it, just to seek that trace of simplicity."

Chen Daoren couldn't help but sneer when he saw Yu Xia talking eloquently.

This little girl didn't say so much to herself, thinking that she deliberately hid all the words in her stomach.

"Boy, I have something here, you can taste it."

After Yu Xia finished speaking, Chen Daoren intercepted the conversation before Cheng Buchi opened his mouth, and threw the dry tobacco pouch he was smoking in his hand to him.

Cheng Buchi took the dry tobacco pouch, moved his eyebrows as soon as he put his hand, and then looked at the tobacco pouch pot in front of the dry tobacco pouch, and saw that there was a circular symbol with a missing bite at the bottom.

"This ......"

Chen Daoren raised his eyebrows, "You can see that, right?" This is cast by your master Sun Buquan himself. ”

Cheng Buchi's expression was slightly condensed.

He didn't know when the master had cast such a magic weapon for people.

The old Taoist in front of him can let his master cast it for him, and his identity is not ordinary......

Cheng Buchi was secretly thinking to himself, so he listened to Chen Daodao: "My dry tobacco pouch is the last magic weapon cast by your master Sun Buqi, and this is a superb magic weapon. At that time, he was already a great caster. ”

"After that, he entered a secret place in search of the Sun Essence and never came out again."

"Before your master entered that secret realm, he knew that it was dangerous, and it was likely that he would die or live, and he once asked me to reach out and take care of his successor if I met him in the future."

Yu Xia was also a little surprised when he heard Chen Daoren's words, Cheng Buchi's master turned out to be a great caster, and Chen Daoren had such a relationship with Cheng Buchi.

Therefore, even if he doesn't choose Cheng Cheng to cast a tool for himself, then Chen Daoren may still bring her to him in the end.

Okay, the stinky old man had an answer early in the morning, and he deliberately asked her to let her come forward to persuade others. Fortunately, I have a lot of ancient books in my mind, and I really saw the origin of Cheng Buchi, otherwise it would be a joke.

Thinking of this, Yu Xia couldn't help but quietly glared at Chen Daoren.

Chen Daoren turned a blind eye to Yu Xia's eyes, and still looked at Cheng Buchi with a loving look.

Cheng Buchi was inevitably a little excited because he heard the news of the master's death, and the man who had always been ancient and unwavering turned his eyes slightly red.

"My master, which secret realm are you going to?"

Cheng Buchi had a million emotions in his heart, and finally only asked in a loud voice.

They are not in a good line, they only accept one heir per generation, there is no mountain gate, there is no main hall, only the ancestral hall where the soul lamp of each caster is enshrined.

In order to find rare casting materials, casters go into dangerous situations themselves, and often never return.

Therefore, the ancestral hall will be offered to each person's soul lamp, as long as the soul lamp is extinguished, the people guarding the ancestral hall will know that the caster who went out has died.

Now in the row of soul lamps in the ancestral hall, only one is still on.

The people who are not in the same vein almost don't know where their masters are buried.

Chen Daoren sighed, but did not answer his question.

"Your ability is not enough now, I will tell you when you accept an apprentice one day."

Cheng Buchi was silent.

He is only a second-grade cultivator now, and the caster has been wandering around.

He was over thirty years old, but he was not yet qualified to accept disciples.

The inheritance of the unruly line is about to be buried in his own hands.

Do I still have a chance to take in apprentices?

Cheng Buchi thought silently.

He sometimes can't help but wonder if what he has been insisting on is wrong.

Because both he and his master have tried many times, but none of them have ever forged such a divine weapon as the legend.

Later, his master finally gave up his insistence on the wrong line, became an ordinary caster, and also became a fast-paced caster.

In just five years, he has reached the realm of first-class casters from Ding and others, and he is only one step away from being among the ranks of great casters.

However, his master regretted it.

"It's not too late, for the past few decades, I have taken two paths. The first road is our teacher's road, which is too difficult to walk, and I don't know where the road ahead is, so I changed to the second road. ”

"This is the path that every caster takes, and it is also a broad road, but how do you stand out from the crowd when everyone walks this path?"

"I have been working for the teacher for half my life, but in the end I am still just a first-class caster who is unknown to everyone, no matter how hard I try, I can't make any progress, I'm afraid I will stop here for the rest of my life."

In the end, his master decided to go back to the path of the wrong way and chose to travel far away.

Never came back.

And the soul lamp burning in the ancestral hall was extinguished one day.