In the evening, Xiang Ming was already holding a wooden sword and ran over to ask the two for credit.

"Miss Meng, look, you're doing pretty well. He handed the little wooden sword to Meng Juntong, after all, this was the sword that Meng Juntong had taught his disciple, and she still had to hand it over to Bai Yu.

Meng Juntong took the small wooden sword, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, this small wooden sword was only more than a foot long, it was a short sword, and the black sword body was the same color as the previous scorched wood, but the sword body was carefully thrown away, and it seemed to be smeared with some kind of grease, making it look very moist.

However, what surprised her was not the fine workmanship of this sword, but the shape of the sword was exactly the same as her own Qingfeng sword, only slightly adjusted in size.

"Is this really what you did?" Meng Juntong looked suspicious, this Ming didn't look like a craftsman.

Xiang Ming was a little injured, the corners of his mouth sank slightly, and his eyes were full of grievances.

Meng Juntong hurriedly waved her hand, Xiang Ming's appearance was really unbearable: "Okay, okay, Bai Yu, thank Uncle Xiang for helping you make the sword." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Xiang," Bai Yu was really very well-behaved and bowed to Xiang Ming.

Xiang Ming was struck by lightning, Uncle Xiang! Who is your Uncle Xiang?

Xiang Ming hurriedly covered his chest, waved goodbye to the two girls, and left alone.

Call Meng Juntong my sister, and when I come here, I will become Uncle Xiang, and I am only in my twenties now!

Meng Juntong looked at Xiang Ming's crumbling back, and there was a faint hint of joy in his heart. She seemed to like to see Xiang Ming deflated.

"No, Xiao Yu, this will be your first saber from now on, you have to collect it well. ”

Bai Yu carefully took the jet-black short sword, her face was full of joy, she held this thunder sword and looked at Meng Juntong: "Master, you can give it a name." I heard the storyteller say in the past that the swords of those knights have quite a good name, and they have to report the name of the sword to each other before each sword, and the one who dies in battle has to collect the other party's sword. ”

This little book lover doesn't know how many things he has heard about the rivers and lakes, martial arts, and how everything can be related to it.

However, it is still necessary to choose a name for the sword, just like the sword in Meng Juntong's hand is called 'Qingfeng', I have occasionally heard people say that a sword has a name, and it also has a spirit, just like everyone has their own name, which is also a very important thing.

Meng Juntong stared at the little black sword and thought for a long time before he said: "The material of this sword comes from the winter lightning strike wood, although it is not as good as the lightning strike wood, but it has a unique meaning of winter Haoran, or it will be called 'winter thunder' in the future." ”

"Winter Thunder, Winter Thunder!" Bai Yu repeated twice, and felt that he liked it very much: "Okay, you will be called Winter Thunder in the future." ”

White Feather was overjoyed, like a carefree lark, dancing with the Winter Thunder Sword he had just obtained, and as he ran, he let out a laugh like a silver bell.

"Master, don't you think this sword would be better if it was made into a magic weapon? ”

The spirit rhino chain in his hand trembled suddenly, and Bai Ze's voice sounded in Meng Juntong's heart lake.

Meng Juntong didn't think about this problem, such a lightning strike wood is indeed a good material that is difficult to find, if it is handed over to a powerful refining master, it will definitely be able to make a thunder dao magic weapon of extremely high quality, but if it is just made into an ordinary wooden sword as a weapon, its power may not be exerted at all, and even its strength cannot block some sharp weapons.

"I also thought about leading Xiao Yu to the path of cultivation before, but I was afraid that she would have a lack of mood and would have demons in the future. Meng Juntong voiced his concerns.

After all, the panic that Bai Yu encountered before was indelible for girls of the same age. Right now, it's just Meng Juntong hiding it in the deepest part of his subconscious with his dream technique, and to Bai Yu, it's more like a dream, a nightmare.

But if she embarks on the path of cultivation, the four realms of foundation building, spirit gathering, refining essence, and qi transformation in the early stage are nothing, and she only needs to cultivate step by step to achieve it, but she has to reach every five-fold realm of concentrating, which is what cultivators often call the Jindan Xiaodaozun realm, then it is an important juncture for cultivators to knock on the door of their hearts.

At that time, everything hidden in the soul will gradually be revealed.

Many forgotten or buried memories will surface, and some inconspicuous sufferings may become demons in the mind of the practitioner.

"How can there be so many innocent states of mind in this world, a person who cultivates is to constantly refine his heart, and finally reach the point where he has no desire and is strong, and there is tolerance, and his heart is broad, encompassing heaven and earth, and a little tribulation, how can a little tribulation make her deviate from the road of immortality. Bai Ze's voice came.

Bai Ze was an innate enlightened wisdom beast, and their memories of cultivation were as if they had been passed down from time to time.

The Vena High Priest called it an ability that all cultivators in the world dream of.

Meng Juntong thought about it but still shook his head: "At the moment, Bai Yu is still too young, the path of cultivation can start whenever you want, let her lay a good foundation for martial arts first, and if she wants to practice in the future, it will be too late." ”

Bai Ze didn't refute it, cultivation is indeed more important than martial arts.

Martial arts need to lay a good foundation and consolidate the body from an early age. But there is a saying that once the practice has an epiphany, the day soars.

Between the two, the former is more like a hard-working farmer, as long as he works hard, there will always be food output, while the latter is more like a scholar who has taken the test of fame.

The height of the Longmen farm is out of reach, but the fall of the fallen man may not be as good as the farmer.

In this way, Bai Yu began his own martial arts cultivation path.

The group of them is still heading in the direction of Anyi every day.

The procession grew larger and larger, passing through more than a dozen cities, each of which was required to move the country.

And the more people there are, the more frequent the conflicts become.

In the past few days, Meng Juntong has rarely seen Xiang Ming, and with it, the team heading south to Anyi City has become more and more uncalm.

Just two days ago, a soldier of Wei Guojia who patrolled the camp disappeared inexplicably.

In the early morning of this day, the Wei army barracks, which was stationed less than three miles away from their foothold, suddenly burst into flames, and what was burned was still a grain hoarding tent with heavy grain and grass.

As a result, the ranks of the people of Wei, who were already gradually chaotic, completely rioted.