Starry Night, in one bedroom.

"Sister Yun, I was in the Imperial Sword Villa before, and you still told me, don't just stare at it, we have something to do, it's good for you, in the blink of an eye, you will abduct people into the house." Pearls pursed her lips:

"I even gave the blood to others, and when I was eating, I changed my past style again, and took special care of Tong Jiao, so many years, I have never seen you take such good care of me and Doudou."

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with amazement, and he pretended to say calmly:

"Didn't I say it, I'm reporting Tong Jiao's kindness to save his life and heal his injuries, if I didn't have him, how could I come back with all my tails."

Although Zhu'er is simple, she is not stupid, and she always feels a little strange in it, and she can't help but say in disbelief:

"Really?"

Zhao Yun avoided talking about it:

"Okay, my hand injury is not healed yet, I'll go to sleep first, and let's go back to the house quickly."

After hearing this, Zhu'er didn't care about what to think about, and hurriedly said:

"Sister Yun, then I'll go first, and I'll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you."

The next day, in the morning.

Yang Jiao and Zhao Yun walked into a sword-casting workshop on the outskirts of the city, and a middle-aged man with a bright head and pigtails on the back of his head greeted him with a smile.

"What kind of weapons do you need, my family has eighteen generations of ancestors, and they have been famous sword smiths for generations, and they can be described as exquisite skills, no matter what kind of blade they want, I can create it."

Seeing this, Zhao Yun whispered to Yang Jiao:

"He's the doorman."

Yang Jiao said lightly:

"Craftsmanship? Is it so good that the sword you create will break when you slash it? ”

When the door master heard this, he was furious and said:

"What do you say? You're here specifically to insult people, aren't you. ”

Yang Jiao said flatly:

"Don't be impatient, you want to glorify the lintel and cast a famous sword, but unfortunately the talent is mediocre, the casting skills handed down by the ancestors are often the brain, but the body will not, and it is difficult to describe the weapons that are created."

Zhao Yun on the side couldn't help but dimple his cheeks when he heard it, but he didn't expect Yang Jiao, who was very cold, to say such sarcastic words.

Seeing that Yang Jiao was still poking his scars, he said impatiently:

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Yang Jiao said slowly:

"I need a piece of divine iron handed down by your ancestors, this iron is unknown, cursed swordsmiths must sacrifice their most beloved people, and sacrifice the sword with blood to wash away the bloodthirsty demonic nature, making it a divine soldier who guides to good, otherwise it will become a demon soldier who leads to evil, so, even if your ancestors have been famous swordsmiths for generations, they will treasure it."

The door master frowned:

"What nonsense are you talking about, how did I not know that my family had such a cursed piece of divine iron."

Yang Jiao came to the door like a ghost and pressed his shoulder:

"You are dedicated to the vast lintel, today I will wash your body for you and give you an excellent casting talent, so that it is not in vain to take your piece of divine iron."

Suddenly, he only felt a warm current flowing into his limbs, and he had an inexplicable sense of transparency in his mind about the many casting skills in his mind.

Yang Jiao retreated to Zhao Yun's side, his mind moving slightly, and he used the power of negative energy in the dark to stimulate a certain place in the Sword Casting Workshop.

In a few breaths, there was an explosion in the back hall of the foundry, and a black shadow quickly broke through the air towards Yang Jiao.

"Be careful." After Zhao Yun found out about the abnormality, he immediately wanted to pull Yang Jiao to avoid it.

"No problem." Yang Jiao raised his hand, and a stream of gloomy qi converged, enveloping this black shadow.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly, looking at the iron block that was floating in the gloomy atmosphere:

"This is the bloodthirsty demonic divine iron?"

Yang Jiao's eyes are deep:

"Not bad."

Zhao Yun sincerely persuaded:

"Since the Divine Iron is deeply demonic, do you still want to use it to forge a weapon? It is better to stay away from such evil things. ”

Yang Jiao opened his mouth peacefully:

"My cultivation is shallow now, and I can't let one of my Dao Protector treasures turn into a tangible thing, so I deliberately want to use this piece of divine iron as a shell for the time being."

After that, a fierce blood light shot out from his eyebrows, merging into the dark aura of divine iron, which instantly turned into a pile of liquid, and gradually formed an extremely sharp long sword, the sword body was as cold as frost, and the sword edge was as clear as autumn water, which made people look at it, and couldn't help but shudder with a sense of horror.

Immediately after that, the gloomy aura wrapped the long sword and turned it into a pitch-black and simple scabbard, and a red thunderbolt appeared in the sky for no reason, slashing into the long sword suspended in mid-air.

"Boom!"

The long sword was red and lightning, and it spontaneously flew into the thunder above the void, only to hear a sword groan, a sword light appeared in the sky, and the previous vision suddenly dissipated into nothingness.

Between the lightning and flint, the long sword stood in front of Yang Jiao, it trembled slightly, and made a soft sound, as if it was telling something.

"Okay, don't be disgusted, this is just your temporary dwelling body, and I will refine it later."

As soon as these words came out, the long sword obediently fell into Yang Jiao's palm.

From the beginning to the end, the door master kept a dumbfounded expression on his face, and he said tremblingly:

"First. Sword Spirit, and then there. The sword body, with the sword spirit to cast the sword body, the so-called curse is naturally broken, and the power of heaven and earth is used as the sword to open the edge, the achievement of psychic soldiers, there is this kind of sword casting method in the world, it is simply unheard of. ”

He stared at Yang Jiao tightly:

"Are you also a descendant of a famous swordsmith?"

Yang Jiao chewed softly:

"Swordsmith? Hehe. ”

He looked sideways at Zhao Yun, who had been holding him:

"Come back to your senses, this trip is to reforge my overnight sword, and now that the purpose has been achieved, let's go."

When Zhao Yun heard this, he pretended to be calm and let go of Yang Jiao's wrist, only then did he look at the door and say that the curse had been broken, and a certain worry in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

As soon as the two walked out of the sword casting workshop, Zhao Yun said with some concern:

"Although your sword is a psychic weapon, but it looks too angry, too deep to kill, will it hurt yourself, my father just treasured an ancient sword, after five hundred years, it is still extremely sharp, and it is also a psychic treasure, it is not as good."

Yang Jiao interrupted:

"Do you think the sword spirit that is cultivated in my body will hurt me?"

He said meaningfully:

"You only see that Yixi's anger is too heavy and the killing is too deep, but you know that this is not my nature, it is precisely because of myself that I have such a Yixi sword."

After Zhao Yun heard this, he was a little stunned.

Yang Jiao continued softly:

"You heard Tong Xin say that we have clan rules and can't kill people, and if there are such clan rules, it must mean that I am a good person?"

A hint of thought appeared in Zhao Yun's eyes, and he said:

"I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but from the very beginning you helped me, and when we got along, you were polite and thoughtful, first saying that if I lived alone, it was not appropriate to come and disturb me, and then after seeing that the residence was also a secret hiding place for me and my family, I said that I was not appropriate."

"Even when I am asked to help, I am very careful and must be paid."

"In this way, in my opinion, even if you are not a good person, most likely you will not be a vicious bad person."

She added at the end:

"As you must have already seen, I am a person who sells blood from the knife edge, secretly accepting the commission of my employer to complete some shady things in order to earn a bounty."

"Therefore, if I had been a good man, I would not have lived to this day."

(End of chapter)