"Young Master, I brought you the comic books and sweets you wanted!" Anu was holding a large pile of comics in his arms, and he also held a small bamboo basket on his arm, on which were many hanging flower cakes. The white spirit fox on her shoulder was holding a piece of osmanthus cake www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion and eating it with relish.

"Okay, you can put it on the table. Xiao Mu threw aside an abandoned spirit board, he was sweating profusely and looked very busy.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Anu looked at the room, the floor was full of swords, and the cold light on the swords condensed into a sparkling light.

"Hehe, this is my secret, young master. Xiao Mu raised his head and smiled mysteriously, "Okay, young master, I'm going to retreat and cultivate, it may be ten days, or it may be a month." I've already told my daddy, so don't worry about me. ”

"Okay, young master!" Anu slowly retreated, his face full of suspicion.

"Oops, I'm tired of Uncle Ben!" Xiao Mu sat on the ground, looking at the stack of scrapped spirit plates next to him, looking very tired, "I've drawn a full forty-five spirit plates, and I haven't even successfully painted a rune, it's really his grandmother's anger." ”

With a "bang", a scrapped spirit plate suddenly flew into the sky, exploded suddenly, and turned into a ball of flame.

"Don't be so cheating!" Xiao Mu looked melancholy, "No, try again! I don't believe it, I can't succeed!" He used his spiritual power, and then injected the spiritual power into the Dinghai God Needle, and then carved it on the spirit board.

"Hey, why don't you get ink?" Xiao Mu shook the Seagod Needle, but there was still no ink, "Isn't it, it's striking again?"

Xiao Mu and Dinghai Shenzhu have been together for several days, and they know that it also has a temper, every time they paint for one or two hours, they have to rest for three or four hours, and they work no more than four hours a day.

There is a small mouth on the pen barrel on the Dinghaishen needle, when the small mouth is grinning, it means that it has rested enough, and it can work, and when the small mouth is pouted, it means that it wants to rest.

"Hey, it seems that it will take another four hours for the Dinghai Divine Needle to start work!"

Xiao Mu had a headache, he took down the bamboo basket, stuffed four or five osmanthus cakes into his mouth in a row, and then picked up a comic book, the name of the comic book is "Death", and the cover is a boy in black with a big knife, with orange hair and a handsome face.

There is also a line on the cover: Middle-earth Comics Bureau Boy Jump.

In the Tang Empire, painting mountains and rivers and painting people's customs is what painters should do. I never thought that a few years ago, a picture called "Death" suddenly appeared, which was called a comic. The manga depicts a sixteen or seventeen-year-old private school boy Ichigo who meets a beautiful woman named Rukia, and his fate has changed dramatically. The comics are accompanied by ink drawings and text, and then the plot is used as a propulsion

As soon as such a work came out, it immediately detonated the entire Tang Empire. The Tang Empire attaches equal importance to civil and military affairs, and the literature is based on the Four Books and Five Classics, poems and songs, and most of the students are fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers, who feel that the Four Books and Five Classics are very boring, and as soon as such comic books come out, they suddenly become a common topic among teenagers.

Xiao Mu is a big fan of "Death", and whenever a new book comes out of "Death", he has to go to Yangxin County to buy it back.

Xiao Mu took a look at the author's information: the bartender took people, and he felt that this brain-opening comic book was written by a bartender called a bartender.

"Sure enough, it's a master in the folk!" Xiao Mu sighed for a while, and after reading the comic book for four hours, he began to draw runes again.

After scrapping more than 130 spirit plates in a row, Xiao Mu successfully painted the first fire god pattern, and the spirit plate was engraved with a red flame mark, which was very bright.

"I've successfully drawn on the spirit board, and now I need to engrave the sword. ”

It is much more difficult to draw runes on a sword than on a spirit board, because there is a spiritual blessing on the spirit board, and the spirit board is very strong, so it is not easy to break. But swords are different, and if you don't pay attention to them, they will be pierced.

After scrapping seventy more swords, Xiao Mu finally mastered a trick, he carved it carefully on a Tang knife, one horizontal, one vertical, one skimming, one pinch, one hook, each stroke is extremely neat, like calligraphy, it seems, it is pleasing to the eye, and it seems to be drawing a picture for a beauty, extremely exquisite.

"Daocheng!" Xiao Mu put away his pen, raised the Tang knife, and looked at the flame rune carefully, like an eye in the finishing touch.

Xiao Mu's spiritual power erupted from the realm, and the flame mark on the Tang knife became bright, and the raging red flames burned on the body of the knife.

"Ouye, I have finally succeeded in refining the first spiritual weapon!" Xiao Mu was overjoyed, his face was full of joy, "Let's see if we can work hard and successfully refine the medium-grade spiritual weapon!"

The spiritual weapon in this matter is not a spiritual weapon at all, and it is still far from the lower grade spiritual weapon, let alone the middle grade spiritual weapon.

Xiao Mu retreated in the small black house for seven days in a row, eating Biyouguo when he was hungry, and finally his hard work paid off, and he finally succeeded in refining a low-grade spiritual weapon. He flicked the blade of the spirit weapon, and then there was a clear sword sound, like the call of a thorn bird.

"No, what's the matter, you have to practice a medium-grade spiritual weapon, otherwise you will encounter the Nebula Sword in the future, and you may have to suffer. Xiao Mu remembered that at the last auction, Ye Xingyun bought the Nebula Sword at a price of 105,000 silver.

Xiao Mu tinkered for twenty-five days in a row before he really refined a medium-grade spiritual weapon. He gently stroked the blade, which trembled slightly, like a baby's heart. And the blade was slightly hot, and from time to time a hot air wafted out.

"Haha, I finally succeeded, but how do I name it better?" Xiao Mu scratched the back of his head, his eyes unconsciously stayed on "Death", he held his chin, and muttered, "Chopping Moon, Senbon Sakura, Ice Wheel Pill, Mirror Flower Water Moon, and Red Hime, which is better?" ”

He snapped his fingers and said, "Haha, let's call it a flowing blade like fire, and when that day the spiritual weapon becomes a high-grade spiritual weapon or a spiritual treasure, then it will be called the Residual Fire Sword!"

As he spoke, Xiao Mu took the Dinghai God Needle, and then walked out of the small black room with the flowing blade like fire. I saw dozens of osmanthus trees outside the house, and the osmanthus flowers were blooming brightly, a piece of pink, and ten miles of fragrance. At this time, the sun is thin, the clouds are full of clouds, and the sky is pink.

Xiao Mu was refreshed, he waved his flowing blade like fire, dragging traces of flames in the air.

After cultivating for most of the hour, Xiao Mu carried the flowing blade on his shoulder, and thought:

"The Xiao family has very little martial arts about sword techniques and swordsmanship, it seems that we still have to find a way to get a step of sword martial arts!"

Suddenly, a cold star came from the darkness, streaking across the sky. Xiao Mu turned sideways and avoided it. At the same time, there are many hidden weapons piercing, faintly revealing greenery, which seems to contain poison.

Xiao Mu wielded a flowing blade like fire and cut down all those hidden weapons. At this time, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind Xiao Mu, raised his long sword, and slashed at his head.