After a wooden corridor, Chen Cheng followed the master to a simple wooden two-story attic.

"Master, this is Wu Ge? It looks pretty unpretentious. He looked up and down at the attic in front of him, unable to figure out why the most important martial pavilion in the martial arts hall was so ordinary.

"Hahaha, it's not as simple as it seems." Hearing his apprentice's words, Ivan chuckled twice, today is very difficult.

"Squeak"

The wooden door was pushed open, and Ivan stepped in first, followed by Chen Cheng in the attic.

The moment the door closed, Chen Yan only felt a chill attack, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his muscles tensed. The surging sword intent surged from all directions in the attic, stabbing his skin painfully.

A closer look showed that the inside of the attic was actually covered with sword marks, and the piercing sword intent emanated from the sword marks.

"Master, what is this?" He asked, pointing to the sword marks, a little nervously.

"It's just a way to use sword qi, your master and I, since I used the black book, my kendo cultivation has not been able to improve a point, and I have only studied these useless things." Ivan looked around at the sword marks in the attic, and slowly laughed at his apprentice, his expression revealing a little unwillingness.

"This is what you need to face in the future, that beast has reached the realm of sword qi slashing." Speaking of traitors, there was a strong sense of powerlessness in his tone.

Looking at the master's painful expression, Chen Cheng could only comfort softly: "Master, isn't there still me?" I'll send it back. ”

Ivan didn't say anything more, just reached out and patted his apprentice on the back. The unwillingness of the past ten years can be resolved with a word of comfort, but fortunately, he sees hope today.

An old man and a young man walked up the creaking steps to the second floor, and the first thing that caught their eye was the five swords of various forms placed on the offering table.

Among them, the black knife placed in the center of the offering table immediately attracted Chen Cheng's attention, and the knife was exactly the same as the knife he carried at his waist.

"Ume, horizontal knife, three feet long and three fingers at the widest point, forged from a meteorite that fell to the bottom of the sea, the blade is jet black, and when it is formed, it forms seven plum blossom imprints. The quality is the essence of the spirit, which is cast by the sixth generation of our Yijia ancestors. Ivan introduced on the side, and at the same time guided the apprentice to the offering table to draw the sword.

The moment Chen Cheng's fingers touched the handle of the knife, his pupils dilated uncontrollably, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he had seen an incredible picture. In front of his eyes, a blood plum bloomed quietly, and the dark fragrance surrounded the tip of his nose.

His fingers quickly retracted as if they had touched red-hot charcoal, and he looked at the master in shock: "It seems to be alive." ”

"It's also alive, swords of this level have spirituality."

"There are five types of weapons, one mortal iron, two sharpened iron, three spiritual extracts, four inheritances, and the heavenly crafts that have occasionally appeared over the years."

"Mortal Iron and Sharpened Iron, as the name suggests, is well understood, and Spiritual Essence refers to the possession of spirituality and qualities by absorbing other substances and can evolve. The heirloom sword is used with complete consciousness, and the characteristics are further refined, except that it is not a human body and there is no difference between it and a human being. As for Tiangong, I don't know, since the establishment of the family, it has only appeared three times. The master's faint voice of explanation came, motioning for him to continue drawing his sword.

"It seems that Tiangong is very mysterious, and even the master, a family of forging knives, doesn't know about it." As he pondered, he held the hilt of the knife with one hand, and the blood plum and the plum fragrance appeared together, but this time he was not frightened by it. "Qiang Chang" a black plum came out in response, the blade was pitch black and slightly bent inward, and seven plum blossoms were scattered wantonly.

"Good knife" Chen Cheng blurted out excitedly in praise, his fingers stroking along the blade to feel its edge.

"Let's go back," the master's deep voice interrupted his excitement.

"Yes, the disciple is retiring." Restrained his smile and saluted at the master.

Watching his apprentice's reaction to getting Ume was the same as his traitor's big apprentice when he got the blue bird. Ivan let out a sigh and sat alone in the Martial Pavilion, engulfed in darkness.

After returning to his small room, Chen Cheng's excitement had not yet calmed down, and he couldn't wait to equip Wumei with him when he turned on the system. That's right, he learned the double knife stream.

Take a closer look at the properties of Ume

Knife name: Ume

Variety: Horizontal knife

Grade: Spirit

Spirituality: Weak (Ore Joy & Essence of Life)

Trait: Blood Fight (Restores stamina by absorbing blood)

Robust: Relatively robust

Sharp: Sharper

"It is worthy of a spiritual knife, and its attributes are much higher than that of sharpening iron." Lying on the bed and hugging Wumei, thinking about the future of his knife in the sea of clouds, he couldn't help but let out a hehe smirk.

A sense of sleepiness gradually hit his heart, after all, he hadn't slept for a day.

The sound of even breathing echoed through the room.

Noon

"Little one, it's time to eat," Yiyi's soft voice came from outside the door.

No response? She couldn't help but be stunned, gently pushed open the door, and saw that he hadn't taken off his clothes, just sleeping on the bed, still holding the handful of black plums in his arms, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had a good dream.

Yiyi looked at it for a long time before she suddenly smiled. "If you're still alive, you'd be that old, brother."

Her low murmur did not wake Chen Cheng, quietly exited the room, closed the door gently, and left here.

……

"Ah" Chen Cheng, who was asleep, stretched his waist and stretched his body, the dim sunlight spilled in through the window, and Wumei, who was originally in his arms, ran under him at some point.

"It's almost night," he neatly rolled over and got out of bed, changed into new clothes, took the jade pendant into his arms, and trotted out the door.

The inner hall was so quiet that not even the servants serving the master could be seen along the way.

"Hasn't the master come out of the martial pavilion yet?" He grunted, not paying any attention to any of this. Instead, he accelerated towards Yiyi's courtyard.

"Come in," he had just stood at the door, when the sound of Yi Yi Nuan came from the courtyard.

Pushing open the sturdy wooden door, I saw Yiyi, dressed in a white dress, sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, with cold dishes on the table.

"Sister Yiyi, I'm here to accompany you." He sat down across from his sister in stride.

A smell of wine came from the surface, and I saw that Yiyi's cheeks were rosy, and there were many empty wine bottles scattered behind her, and it seemed that she had drunk a lot.

He picked up a bottle of kumquat and touched it with his senior sister, and he was half bored in one sip.

"You're so late today," the senior sister, who was already a little drunk, spoke softly. However, a touch of pity flashed in Chen Cheng's eyes, and it was quickly replaced by a smile.

"yes, I'm late today." As he spoke, he took out the jade pendant in his arms and gently hung it on his senior sister's waist.

"Not next time," picked up the bottle and touched it with the senior sister again.

"Come, drink ......"

Until the second half of the night, Chen Cheng carried Yiyi back to her boudoir.

At this moment, she was already very drunk, and from time to time she popped out two nonsense sentences, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

A pair of pear blossoms with rain, I see the pitiful appearance is really distressing.

Today should have been her birthday, but today is also the death day of her mother and younger brother, and in the past nine years, every today, he will be pulled over by his senior sister to drink.

Chen Cheng sat on the stool and looked at Yiyi in a daze, not noticing that she had swayed up from the bed at this time.

"Brother" a coquettish cry sounded, followed by a bumpy body.

He didn't dodge, and after nine years he got used to it.

A strong smell of wine enveloped him, and a warm touch came from his upper body.

He was held like a large doll by Yiyi.

"Brother, you know what? In a few years, Daddy will be with you, and I'll be the only one left. ”

Chen Cheng listened to this soft drunken talk, but his body tensed, and his face was full of disbelief, although the master looked like he was old, but he was only less than sixty years old.

He tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart, and whispered, "And me, Sister Yiyi, you still have me." ”