I suddenly saw the loser smiling coldly at me, as if he was very disdainful, and as if he had a plan. What is this for, I suddenly feel that it is not a good thing for Grandpa Xu Fu to find me.

"Grandpa Xu Fu, tell me anything you want, otherwise I'm not at ease."

"All right, boy, come with me and take you to see the dagger."

Grandpa Xu Fu and Gongfu Wushuang took me and started to walk to Qianji Tower, but they didn't take me there, but went to a stone house next to it. Smoke billowed from the chimney of this house, and it looked like this was where we were going.

"Come in, little ghost."

I really don't know what's in this stone house, I'm really curious. When I entered the house, I suddenly felt a burst of heat, but I didn't see an open flame, but there was something like a stove in the middle of the room.

"Master Xu Fu." An old man came from the stove, in his sixties, with half-white hair. There is a weed-like goatee on the side, and it is rarely repaired at first glance, so what does this person do?

"Little ghost, come and see this uncle, he is the best swordsmith in our Qin City, and he is also the person who is the best at hardware in Qin City. Also, the firearms that your uncle needs are also cast by this Mr. Mo. "Grandpa Xu Fu has always looked proud when he talks about this Mr. Mo, it seems that this Mr. Mo should be very powerful.

"Master Xu Fu, is our short sword forged for this little ghost?" Xu Fu nodded.

"Little ghost, my name is Morisun, just call me Old Man Mo." With that, the old man went back to the stove and continued his work. The entire stove seems to be made of bronze, with some buttons and bronze handles on it, so it seems that these are all mechanisms for controlling the stove.

There is no need to ask, such a sophisticated furnace must have been made by Gongyi Wushuang, who else in this city can have this kind of ability except him. But this old man directly asked me to call him Old Man Mo, I don't think this is a bit disrespectful, it's better to call Mr.

"Mr. Mo, what are you looking for me for, and can I come to see my short sword." It's really strange that I haven't seen my short sword for a few days, but in fact, if I had my short sword, I wouldn't have suffered so much, let alone been beaten like this by the Four Heavenly Kings.

"Okay, the little ghost is quite good at talking, come on, come and show you."

The old man took me to the stove and opened a small door in the bronze stove, and from inside came the light of the fire. Even though I hadn't reached the side of the small door yet, I could already feel the sweat. But this old man is really powerful, he has to work in this kind of place every day, and his endurance is too strong.

"Wow." I was startled as I saw my dagger floating in the middle of the stove, the flames beside it hot. Despite the heat of the flames, my dagger was only a little red, but it showed no signs of melting. It's a magic weapon, and it looks like I'll soon be able to see the power of this new dagger.

"Little ghost, come on, when will you bleed." I was engrossed in observing the short sword, but Mr. Mo next to me took out a knife and wanted to bleed me, what is this for.

"Grandpa Xu Fu, what is Mr. Mo going to do, I'm a little scared."

"Little ghost, don't be afraid, Mr. Mo, you talk to him slowly."

I looked at Old Man Mo, and after Xu Fu finished speaking, he put down the knife, and my hanging heart fell again.

"Little ghost, this short sword will take three days to complete, but it still needs to be tempered now to completely fuse Mo Zixuan's soul and the short sword. And this short sword needs a little introduction if it wants to fuse, and this introduction is your blood. ”

What, I heard it right, in order to refine the sword, you need to let me bleed, this is a feudal superstition. However, I seem to have heard some talk of sacrificing my life to practice swords before, but now that I really want to try it myself, I'm really scared.

"Mr. Mo, how much blood do you want to put on me, let's say first, I'm anemic, can you put a little less." I shuddered.

"This." This old guy actually had the same look as my uncle, and needless to say, I also knew that it would not be a good thing.

"You can look at this, I don't have too much in one pot, and I don't have too little in one cup. But I have to tell you first, the more blood you release, the better the effect of this short sword. The final decision is up to you, see if your dagger wants to be turned into an artifact, or if it's just a normal burning stick. ”

The old man looked calm, isn't this embarrassing for me? It's my blood, not yours, don't you care? I really don't have a backache when I stand and talk, but how much blood should I have?

"Mr. Mo, you can give an accurate word, how much blood is good." I also let it out, and it's a big deal to let the blood go. I can regenerate anyway, it's a big deal to go to bed for a few days.

"That's all." Old man Mo pulled out a large basin from the side, about the same size as a washbasin, this is going to kill me.

"Mr. Mo, isn't this too much, how much blood can I have in total. If I release a basin of blood, I guess I'll become a dry corpse. "I really feel like this old man is playing tricks on me.

"Don't worry about this, I've heard that you have the ability to regenerate, and it's nothing to let out some blood, but you have thought about it, this is related to the power of the short sword." This old man is using the method of agitation, giving me a reason why I can't refuse.

"Moreover, Master Xu Fu will not watch you die." When he spoke, Old Man Mo looked at Xu Fu like him, and Grandpa Xu Fu just smiled at me, it seems that there is really no need to worry about this.

"Okay, you can let it go, but lightly, I'm afraid it hurts."

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Old man Mo picked up the knife, grabbed my wrist, and drew something on my wrist, is this disinfection.

Usually there is no way to get injured in a fight, but I am the kind of person who usually goes to the hospital for injections and is nervous, you give me blood now, and the sweat I am afraid of is coming down.

"Here we are, boy." I suddenly felt a burning sensation in my wrist, and then I felt a stream of heat erupt from my wrist, and there was a ticking sound coming from the iron basin next to me. I looked at my wrist, the blood was flowing out like no money, was this going to kill me?

Gradually, the blood flow from my wrist began to decrease, but there seemed to be no signs of clotting, it could be that the medicine he applied to me before had an effect. This old man Mo seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the blood I was flowing out, and suddenly clicked on a few acupoints on my body, and my blood began to flow like a faucet again.

"Mr. Mo, I'm dizzy." I'm not pretending, the words I just said have exhausted my physical strength, I can't stand steadily, and my body begins to lean outward. It's over, there's so much blood that I can't control my body at all. The speed of blood regeneration could not keep up, and I felt like I was going to die.

"That's it, there's enough blood." Old man Mo clicked on me a few more times, and my blood immediately stopped flowing, but I didn't seem to be able to stand up.