In his sleep, Xiahou Fu habitually stretched out his hand, but he touched the void.

She touched around, opened her eyes, and in the darkness, she saw that the person who was empty beside her, and the person who should be lying next to her was gone.

She let out her senses, quietly searched Zhang's mansion, got up with her clothes draped, lit the candlestick, and pushed the door out.

Turn around the long pavilion.

A beam of orange-red candlelight poured out of the hall, illuminating a small courtyard.

Xiahou Fu walked lightly to the door of the hall and saw Zhang Chu, who was only wearing a moon-white underwear, sitting in the hall.

He crossed Erlang's legs, pressed his left elbow against his knee, held a brand-new jade smoke pot with a foot length in his hand, and held his left arm with his right hand, staring at the ground with his eyes.

But even in a state of distraction, he frowned deeply.

He didn't even notice her when she walked outside the hall......

Somehow, seeing Zhang Chu like this, Xiahou Fu's heart suddenly felt a little heavy.

She didn't know why it was heavy.

She stood at the door for a long time, and saw that Zhang Chu hadn't come back to her senses for a long time, so she leaned out her feet and stepped into the hall, "What do you think, so distracted." ”

She walked to the hall, casually put the candlestick in her hand on the hall table, took the extinguished smoke pot in Zhang Chu's hand with both hands, freed up the white ash in the smoke pot, and reloaded a pot of tobacco.

Zhang Chu came back to his senses, looked at her, and smiled reluctantly: "I still woke you up......"

Xiahou Fu shook his head slightly, stuffed the cigarette pot into his hand, took the initiative to pick up the fire fold on the hall case, and lit it for him: "Since you are husband and wife, don't talk about this...... Why didn't I know I still had this thing at home?"

Zhang Chu looked at the cigarette pot in his hand, his eyes became more and more dim, but he was still smiling: "You said this, this is the New Year's gift prepared for Yu Lao Er before, he didn't use it, he cheapened me......"

Xiahou Fu pursed his lips.

This man is really a story......

She pulled a chair, sat down next to Zhang Chu, leaned on him, and said softly: "If you encounter any difficulties, can you tell me about it?"

Zhang Chu hesitated for a few breaths and said softly: "Don't take the troubles outside, just accompany me!"

Xiahou Fu spit out a soft "um" with his snort, and just leaned on him and stopped talking.

There seems to be no end to the long night.

Can't wait for the light of day......

......

When Li Youniang got up early in the morning, she didn't see Zhang Chu's shadow.

She asked Xiahou Fu strangely: "Fourth sister, where is the master, didn't he sleep in your room last night?"

Xiahou Fu sat at the dining table with breakfast, and replied when he heard the words: "The master is in retreat, leave him alone, hasn't Jintian gotten up yet?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? ”

Li Youniang muttered and sat down at the dining table, picked up two hot meat buns with chopsticks and put them on the empty evening plate next to her, "Jintian is still washing, I'll ......be here soon."

Xiahou Fu let out a "hmm" and buried his head in dealing with the steamed buns in the bowl.

......

Stone interior.

Zhang Chu held his chin and sat cross-legged in the dim skylight.

I don't know how long it took, he raised his hand and flexed his fingers.

I only heard the sound of "clang" and clear out of the sheath.

A golden light burst out of the corner of the stone chamber, circled around him like an elf twice, and then stopped in front of him, turning into a golden scimitar that shone with golden light.

Zhang Chu caressed the exquisite and gorgeous blade of the golden scimitar, and the golden scimitar seemed to be responding to him, trembling slightly.

This golden scimitar was obtained from the forest of no return in Nanshan Prefecture.

It is a second-grade Yue Ren Flying Heavenly Grandmaster, who has refined the String Moon Divine Weapon with his own Flying Heavenly Will.

The String Moon Divine Soldier, dealing with the realm of the second grade and the second realm, is far more powerful than the purple dragon knife that Huo Hongye gave him in the past.

Therefore, even if the shape and intent of this golden scimitar did not match Zhang Chu's own knife path, it still replaced the purple dragon knife and became his personal soldier.

Now, he is also a second-grade grandmaster, and he has long been qualified to create a divine weapon that suits him.

It's only recently that he has been entangled in all kinds of things recently, and he has suppressed this matter.

To this day, he didn't know how to face Li Youniang and Li Jintian, and he escaped in retreat before he had free ......

"Thank you for your company. ”

Zhang Chu stroked the blade of the golden scimitar and muttered in a low voice.

The golden scimitar floated silently in front of him, not knowing what he was about to face.

Half a day.

Zhang Chu suddenly sighed lightly, stroked the hand of the knife, curled his fingers, and tapped the blade of the knife.

The majestic flying providence, with his finger, surged into the blade of the knife.

In an instant, the golden light shone brightly!

The sharp knife intent mixed with Jin Xing's vitality exploded like a storm, but it was forcibly confined in one place by Zhang Chu with the vast true yuan, and it was not allowed to explode.

The intense golden light finally turned into a dazzling blazing white light, and it was burned.

"Bang Bang ......"

The golden scimitar fell to the ground, and the brilliant golden light circulating on the blade was completely extinguished.

The golden blade was covered with a layer of gray light, like a piece of broken copper and iron that had been oxidized for many years.

Zhang Chu sighed, picked up the scimitar with both hands, and shot it in the air with his own true yuan to prevent it from falling.

The next moment, a raging flame like a red lotus was born out of thin air, enveloping the golden scimitar.

The dull golden scimitar, visible to the naked eye, turned red.

Zhang Chu slowly closed his eyes, turning his flying will into a trickle, slowly flowing into the golden scimitar in the flames bit by bit.

And love.

Non-Offensive ......

Mixed with his will to fly to the sky, there is also his life's experience.

A golden scimitar in the flames of the Red Lotus.

Little by little, it straightens up, and there is no longer a little bit of arc.

The gorgeous lines on the knife body also melted a little bit.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe it's a day.

Maybe two days.

Maybe three days......

When Zhang Chu imprinted all his flying will in the knife, he raised his hand and took out an object from the dantian - a hazy white tiger phantom.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pressed the White Tiger Phantom into the blade of the knife.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a fierce tiger roaring, resounding throughout the universe.

Zhang Chu, who was still forcing his eyes, frowned.

In an instant, the Red Lotus Flame burst into flames again, almost breaking through the stone chamber.

......

When Zhang Chu opened his eyes, the Red Lotus Flame had already been extinguished.

A long knife with a black body, three feet three inches long and one inch two wide, with a white tiger swallowing blade appearing at the swallowing place, floated quietly in front of him.

From the point of view of shape, this should be a handle...... Don straight knife.

Zhang Chu glanced at it, and then laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's true, the original intention has not changed......"

He stroked the knife with his upper hand.

found that this knife was unedged......

It's not a weird routine that requires the blood of a brave man and the air of an overlord to be able to open the blade.

It's this knife, which has no edge at all.

If it weren't for the tip of the knife.

It is said that it is an iron ruler, and some people believe it.

This knife was refined by Zhang Chu based on his own flying providence, and it was a reflection of his flying providence.

The knife has no edge.

It shows that he has no intention of killing people in his heart.

"You're a weapon. ”

Zhang Chu tapped the blade of the knife and said softly: "Without a blade, what kind of weapon is it?"

The black knife was silently suspended, not responding to his meaning, as if it were a dead thing.

Zhang Chu had no intention of changing it again.

At the level of the Flying Grandmaster, there is no difference between the bladed and the bladed weapon.

It's like a spear, a person who stabs to death can be stabbed to death without a spear.

You can't stab people, and you can't stab people with guns......

He stretched out his right hand and swiped his left hand on the middle finger of his right hand.

Blood spilled.

Zhang Chu stretched out his right hand and wiped the blade of the black knife.

Passionate Enlightenment.

Suddenly, the majestic sword intent rushed into the sky.

The sound of Qingyue's knife resounded through the Taiping Pass......

Zhang Chu patted the black knife lightly and interrupted its Dese: "Okay, you will call it ...... in the future Dawn is good. ”

The world is like a long night.

You are the first glimmer of light that breaks through the darkness.

The day of the arrival of the peaceful and prosperous era.

This is when you fall into silence.

The black knife trembled slightly.

He seemed to be rejoicing in his new life.

Zhang Chu stroked the blade of the knife, and the confusion in the depths of his eyes was also melting in the ice.

Something......

It's time to make a decision!