Fu Shaotian walked into the office, and Cheng Lin closed the door from the outside and did not come in. "Uncle, you're here too. Fu Shaotian bowed slightly and greeted his uncle.

"Please stop calling me uncle, I should tell you all. You have a dragon soul, the power of a dragon. My mission is to silently guard the dragon soul and accompany it through reincarnation after reincarnation. By seniority, you are my master. It has been since thousands of years ago. Qinglong bowed deeply to Fu Shaotian.

Fu Shaotian saw his uncle bow to him and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, "I don't care what happened before, what is your task." In my memory, you are my uncle. You don't have to respect me, I'm not a master, I'm just Fu Shaotian raised by you. Fu Shaotian said seriously.

The uncle who taught himself rules and etiquette from childhood to adulthood, taught himself to fight and fitness, the uncle who raised him, and the person he has always respected now tells him that he is his master. No matter what others do, Fu Shaotian can't accept it. He left Chen Yanran and now tells him that even his elders and relatives are fake. He couldn't accept so much for a while.

"Even if you say that... You're still my master after all... You saved my life. From the time you brought me back from the divine realm, you have been my master. Qinglong said.

"Hey, why bother with you... Well, then, I'm your master, and I order you to continue to be my uncle. Fu Shaotian smiled proudly.

"This..."Qinglong was embarrassed.

"Okay, Mr. Qinglong, you must be more than a master and servant to him when you watch Shao Tian grow up, right?" The dean saw that the two of them had been struggling with this issue, and they couldn't reach the theme, and stood up and reconciled.

Qinglong didn't speak, but his expression said it all. Of course, the dean understands this person.

"In that case, you will continue to be his uncle, if there was no unexpected situation last night, you would have been his uncle for the rest of your life, maybe for the next life. We are the ones who do great things, and we don't stick to these small sections." The dean continued to play haha.

"You don't have to say anything, come on, let's talk about this thing on the table. The dean saw that Qinglong had a tendency to agree, and without waiting for him to express his position, he helped him decide first.

"Let's do it for now. Qinglong saw that the dean had given him the steps like this, he had to hurry down, after all, it was too embarrassing to talk to the two old men in that scene just now.

"Well, that's right, what the hell is this thing?" said the dean, pointing to the long wooden box on the table.

Qinglong opened the wooden box, and inside was an ancient sword that was so broken and rusty that it was almost through. From the outside, it is a handful of broken copper and iron for who does not want it. However, there were several decorative gems on the hilt of its sword, which had not been polished by the years at all, and glowed a dark red in the sunlight that penetrated the window.

When Qinglong saw the light emitted by the gem, he looked up and asked in surprise, as if he had suddenly remembered something, "Where did you get this thing?"

"We got this thing at an underground auction when a colleague of ours who had a special sense of psychic power sensed the peculiarity of this thing and auctioned it. Because this thing really doesn't look very good, and it doesn't cost a lot of money. But I still don't know what's so special about this thing. It's just that that colleague has always had a very strong special feeling about this. The dean explained.

"At that time, after the battle in the Arctic, the Yellow Emperor felt that all the sources of these disasters were due to the existence of Jianmu. Because Jianmu will cause this kind of divine beast to come to the world. So he used meteorite and a special craft of the time to create a sword, called Meteorite. That sword could resonate with the powerful spiritual power, and at that time, the Yellow Emperor injected all the spiritual power of the dragon soul into the Meteorite Sword, and then the Meteorite Sword's whole body was wrapped in golden flames, dazzling like a meteorite falling from the sky. The Yellow Emperor used that sword to destroy Jianmu, and that sword disappeared in that destruction. After all, Jianmu is a sacred tree, and it is not easy to destroy it. Qinglong explained.

"Then you mean, this sword is..."The dean knew that Qinglong would not tell this history for no reason. This sword is most likely the Meteorite Sword in his mouth.

"Yes, this should be the Falling Star Sword. The decoration on the handle was decorated with leftover meteorite scraps, because the meteorite was too hard, and it was still polished with my dragon claws. Qinglong recalled that the Yellow Emperor wouldn't even let it sleep, kneeling beside its paws and polishing it day and night.

"Then how did this sword become like this?" The dean said a little distressedly, not to mention that this cost his own budget in the courtyard, if such an artifact can be used with a knife and a spirit body, Jianmu can be cut down, not to mention the hideous.

"It must have been caused by the backlash when destroying the building wood. However, when I was building this sword, I heard the Yellow Emperor say that as long as he was in this sword, he could be reborn. It's just that later the Yellow Emperor cut Jianmu into a sea of fire, and the sword accidentally fell into the sea of fire, and the Yellow Emperor didn't look for it because it was hot. Later, it was never found again. Qinglong thought for a while and then had a little thought, "Shao Lean, you come and hold this sword and try it." ”

Fu Shaotian had been listening to him in a fog, and when he heard his uncle shouting, he hurriedly responded: "Oh, it's here." ”

Fu Shaotian walked to the wooden box and wanted to pick up the sword, but he just lifted the sword a little and suddenly his face sank, and he let go of the sword and didn't pick it up. The dean looked at him and thought that something was happening, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Shao poured sweat and said weakly: "No, it's just... Nobody told me this thing was so heavy!"

The dean stumbled and almost collapsed at the desk.,He looked too heavy.。。。

"Don't worry, I'm ready now, I'll pick it up and show you. Fu Shaotian moved his arms, stepped down his horse, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and lifted it vigorously, and took the sword out of the box. Standing diagonally in front of the dean and the green dragon.

"Hmmm... Fu Shaotian looked at the sword thoughtfully.

"What, do you feel anything?" the dean looked at Fu Shaotian's expression and asked again.

"No, I just felt that this sword was broken in the box, and when I picked it up, I felt that this sword was even more broken. Fu Shaotian concluded after careful observation.

....

The dean knew why he had been able to throw away this sword a few lifetimes ago.

Fu Shaotian just wanted to swing this broken sword twice, but the sword suddenly began to vibrate slightly, and then had a low resonance. The voice is calm and powerful, but it can make people feel excited. Maybe this sword hasn't been held by the right person for a long time, it's beckoning, hoping to quickly restore it to its former glory.

Fu Shaotian tried his best to control the sword that kept vibrating, but his strength couldn't stop the excitement and eagerness of the sword at all.

"Uncle, think of a way, this thing is going crazy!" Fu Shaotian said to Qinglong sweating profusely.

Qinglong looked at this situation and thought, he had an idea but was a little unsure, "I have an idea, but I'm not sure if it can be done." ”

"It's better than nothing!" the dean said happily, not sure if it must be better than nothing, anyway, he can't think of a way.

"Hmm... You may need a little less blood to pour it and smear it on your sword to see if it works. ”

"What! my blood!" Fu Shaotian let go of his hand excitedly, and the sword landed on the dean's desk. Although the sword was broken and rusty, it still cut a deep crack in the dean's wooden desk and got stuck in the crack.

Suddenly, Fu Shaotian felt someone pull his hand, and then after a heart-piercing pain, a few drops of blood fell on the Meteor Sword.

Fu Shaotian turned his head to look, the dean didn't know when he arrived next to him, he didn't know where to find a military dagger in his hand, and then he didn't know why he cut Fu Shaotian's hand without hesitation. Fu Shao's heart is bitter! Why don't you ask me which one my dominant hand is? You are making it difficult for me to eat now!

"You... You're really sharp. Fu Shao glanced at the dean.

"No, it's not cutting my own. The dean's attention was all on the Meteorite Sword on the table, and he didn't even glance at Fu Shaotian.

...

After the Meteorite Sword was dripped with Fu Shaotian's blood, the resonance and vibration became greater, but there was still no change.

After thinking for a while, the dean suddenly glanced at Fu Shaotian with bad intentions, and then lightning fast... cut Fu Shaotian finger again.

"Ah!! feelings are really not your fingers!" Fu Shaotian watched his blood dripping on the sword one by one, and felt that it was actually dripping in his heart. Why should I suffer this sin...

Slowly, Fu Shaotian's blood flowed along a groove on the sword body from the sword grid to the tip of the sword. When Fu Shaotian's blood penetrated the entire back of the sword, an incredible scene happened. The sword seemed to come to life, and everyone in the office heard its pulse, its heartbeat. It began to regenerate, and every gap in the sword's body was repaired by regenerated meteorite, all the rust was peeled off, and the corroded interior began to be reconstructed. The whole process was like an invisible swordsmith repairing the sword. If you really want to be entangled in who the swordsmith is, it should be Fu Shaotian.

In the end, the sword regained its former luster. There was a cold light in the sun, and the resonance began to slowly become weaker, and the vibration slowly stopped. A brand-new Meteor Sword appeared in front of them.

Fu Shaotian said excitedly: "It's really useful, hey, what did you just say, uncle, when I held it thousands of years ago, it was enveloped in golden fire, right? Look at you!" After speaking, Fu Shaotian excitedly pulled the sword off the table, waiting for its amazing changes.

。。。

"Why hasn't there been any change at all!" Fu Shaotian stared at the sword with wide eyes, "Brother, give face! My blood has made you look like you are now!?"

Fu Shaotian didn't even release his spirit form, let alone inject it into his sword... Now in his hand, this is a sword, not an artifact. It may be used to chop firewood and be less labor-intensive than an axe.