I don't know how long it took, under the nervous gaze of the three people, the blood mist around the sword body gradually became thinner, and finally disappeared, and the sword in the flame seemed to be slightly undulating with the beating of the flames, making a sound like a sword sound, as if telling its owner: I have awakened.

At this point, even if Master Tang doesn't say it, Shangguan Yi can guess that the awakening has been successful, because the spirituality on the sword is back, even if it is bathed in fire, it is still smart, and the once dim light points shine again, and the patterns on it also seem to be clear, it seems to be the rivers and mountains under the sky, the vast starry sky above, the endless earth below, the continuous mountains and rivers in the middle, and vaguely all kinds of animals and even people, although it is a new sword, but these patterns on it give people the feeling of unexpectedly vicissitudes and simplicity, as if they exist forever。

"Master Tang, this ......" Shangguan Yi raised his hand and pointed at the sword in surprise, wanting to ask him what was going on, but when he looked at Master Tang and then looked at the sword, he found that what he had just seen seemed to be an illusion, the spirituality on the sword disappeared, there were no patterns, and even those spots disappeared, the sword was just an ordinary black sword, from the tip of the sword to the hilt of the sword, it was black, completely black, not even a trace of other colors, to be honest, if it weren't for its sharp blade telling the discerning person that it was a sword, a sword as simple as cutting melons and vegetables, and saying that it was a sword-type burning stick would not suspect anything。

"Tang, Master Tang?" Shangguan Yi was a little panicked, could it be that the process of awakening the soul still failed......?

"Don't panic, it's normal. Master Tang patted Shangguan Yi on the shoulder, signaled him to calm down, and then withdrew the formation with the mad blacksmith, removed the flame of the calcined sword, and after the sword cooled down, motioned for Shangguan Yi to pick it up and take a look.

Shangguan Yi stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword, the tentacles were warm, and there was a sense of peace of mind connected by blood, at this moment, Shangguan Yi understood that this sword was indeed born for him, and it was not scrapped, as for why there was just a change, I'm afraid it was because of the attributes of the sword itself? When he wanted to pick it up and wave it next, his wrist sank slightly, but he only barely picked it up, and the weight was really beyond his imagination, so he quickly picked it up with both hands and took a posture against the enemy.

"Anyway, you're not tired, just hold the sword and play these days, the two of us will rest first, and the remaining scraps will be cast into sword and other gadgets for you, and the scabbard will also be prepared." Master Tang said hello to Guan Yi, and then went out in high spirits, and the crazy blacksmith was also in high spirits.

What made Shangguan Yi wonder was that he could really sleep in such an excited mental state? Although his body was very tired and he knew that it was time to rest, he still didn't want to sleep, right?

In fact, the two of them didn't go to sleep. Although he said that he was going to rest, he actually went out to the center of Qiuzhi Street, the Ding where Shangguan Yi moved before, a few days have passed, and it has been arranged as the appearance of the sacrificial day, in addition to the not simple Ding, there are many other sacrificial ritual vessels, burned and unburned incense candles, all kinds of sacrifices, and the final appearance is extremely solemn and vast, although this is also the usual appearance.

In fact, the real festival day has passed, and the two of them are late, and it is customary to be late.

This festival is very important for the people of Hirochi Street, and everyone must participate in the mourning, but the time is arbitrary, and the appearance of the place will last for a month for everyone to use. During this time, although the knowledge street is not closed, but in fact, people are not very welcome, only the residents and some acquaintances of the knowledge street can enter the knowledge street normally, and live as usual, it is a little difficult for people who are unfamiliar to take advantage of this time to do things.

Master Tang and the mad blacksmith took incense from Feng Bo's house, lit it in front of the altar, and after a careful salute, they inserted the incense in the furnace, knelt down slowly, bowed their heads three times, and then straightened their waists to look at the mouth, silently saying their own words in their hearts, with a solemn expression and a little sadness.

Feng Bo stood at the door and watched this scene, smiling happily for some reason.

The memorial service is a sad thing, but at the moment he can only laugh, and he only wants to laugh, how can he not laugh? If an old friend had known about Izumishita, he would definitely laugh? No, he should have removed the question mark and said so in an affirmative tone.

In the past, there would always be a handful of incense on the ground, and there would always be a person standing at the corner of the street looking at this side, watching for a while before leaving. The incense was inserted by Donald, because he had no shame to insert the incense burner, and he had no face to face the teacher, but as a big disciple, as a big disciple who had inherited the mantle, he had to come to pay tribute to the teacher, and that person was a mad blacksmith, because of the mistakes he had made, he also had no face to worship the master, so he could only look at it from a distance for a while, and he could only comfort himself in this way.

Unless, unless they complete a work that even their master, or even the master's master, the seniors in the master's sect have never finished.

These Feng Bo all know, how can they not be happy to see them behave like this now? This is the most gratifying thing for every good teacher, especially when the apprentices do something that their old friends have worked hard for a lifetime without success, how can it be described as happy? As his friends, he is happy about it, if he knows under the nine springs, he should also be blind, right?

I don't know how long it took, but the incense in the stove had burned out, so Master Tang reluctantly got up, and then pulled the mad blacksmith up. They knelt for too long, their legs and feet were sore, and they were too tired before, and they were all about to collapse at this time. However, after kneeling down like this, their excited mental state eased a lot, and they almost regained their calm, so they immediately went back to eat the meal prepared by the apprentices like a date, and drank a few sips of good wine to rest.

Seeing them like this, Shangguan Yi was not embarrassed to ask himself what the situation of this sword was, he always felt that it seemed to be a little beyond his expectations, but he couldn't say what it was, Master Tang and the mad blacksmith obviously knew, but they were unwilling to say it, or was it unwilling to say it for the time being?

Shangguan Yi, who couldn't figure out their minds and was confused, could only take his sword for a preliminary run-in and get used to its feel. Although it is a pity that he can't do actual combat, Shangguan Yi also knows that it is best not to stain other people's blood with this sword for the time being, especially the matter of killing, it is best not to do it, otherwise it is very likely to make the divine soldier become a murderer, although the power will not be reduced, and it will even be slightly improved, but the owner of the murderous soldier has never been able to start and finish well, and the ending is very miserable. It's good to die a hundred, but I'm afraid it's the scourge of madness.

However, this sword is indeed a bit difficult to use, although it is indeed cast according to Shangguan Yi's requirements, it is true that it is a three-foot long sword, but the weight is a bit too ...... Isn't it unreasonable? Anyway, there must be fifty or sixty kilograms, and even if it is a heavy weapon used by the fierce generals who charge into battle, its weight is not inferior by a fraction, but it is a little shorter. In terms of the current situation of the above Guan Yi, if he wants to use it to exert his previous sword dao cultivation, he must have a period of time to run in, at least now, if he wants to carry the sword to his heart's content, he must have both hands.

Shangguan Yi's appearance of practicing the sword naturally fell in the eyes of the drunkard uncle who had nothing to do, and the latter also laughed at Shangguan Yi unceremoniously: At that time, he kept saying that he was worthy of the sword forged by Master Tang, but now it takes a lot of effort to hold it, let alone fight with people, think about it now. It's really fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter.

Although this is also true, Shangguan Yi said that he couldn't bear it, where did he think that Master Tang was also a werewolf, and he insisted on using the materials he prepared to the most extreme extent, causing the weight of the sword to take off directly, even if he was born with divine power, he couldn't use it freely. After all, it is one thing to lift a tripod that is far heavier than this, and it is another thing to travel long distances with a sword or even fight with people, not to mention that sometimes there is a competition in the details of swordsmanship, and whoever is thin at that time wins. If Shangguan Yi can't use his sword to the point of being like an arm, he will definitely lose, and others still don't believe it, he lost because the sword is too good. If others believe it, it will only be even more humiliating, and it is of course a shame to hold the best weapon but not be able to beat someone with an average weapon.

But now, Shangguan Yi couldn't bear to drink his own wine and ridicule his drunkard uncle, and immediately said that if you can use this sword to play a set of swordsmanship flexibly, I will find you whatever wine you want to drink.

Although this condition is very exciting to the drunkard uncle, as a mature adult, how can he easily win the scheme? No matter how good the reward is, it will be empty if he can't get it. He saw Shangguan Yi's operation that day, although he didn't have an accurate understanding of Shangguan Yi's strength, but he was still very clear about one fact, that is: Shangguan Yi's strength must be greater than himself, and it was much greater. Now Shangguan Yi can't practice swords with two hands to practice swords, and he can't use the sword moves that he is satisfied with, even if he can pick up a sword, he will definitely not be able to complete a set of swordsmanship, and he will only be ridiculed by Shangguan Yi for no reason. Of course, this is more than worth the loss, so he sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and said lightly, "It's not me who said that, why should I play this sword?"

The swordsmanship he practiced is attached to the "Dao Law", although he has long been familiar with it, but it is not bad to be familiar with his own sword, not to mention that every time he practices this swordsmanship, he can always have a different experience, and he will not be annoyed, and even the more he practices, the more he is silent, and he understands his own swordsmanship, until he ......

"Hey, hey, what kind of sword are you, serious or not, how do I feel that it has changed color? Or did I drink too much and look at it wrong?" the drunkard uncle shouted, surprised, and successfully called Shangguan Yi out of the state of sword practice.

Shangguan Yi looked at the sword that was the same as before, how could there be a slight change? Then Shangguan Yi had a blue tendon on his forehead, and shouted: "If I don't step on you today, you don't know why the grass doesn't dare to speak!" Then he held his sword and slapped it at the drunkard uncle, he really couldn't bear it, he finally practiced sword practice and gradually got better, and he felt that this guy was going to spoil his own good things when he was drunk, and it was really uncles and aunts who couldn't bear it.

"My mother, I was wrong, can't I be wrong? Little brother, stop chasing, don't chase......" The drunkard uncle saw Shangguan Yi's angry appearance, and immediately stopped being leisurely, although Shangguan Yi would not really cut him with a sword, but I am afraid that he will not be able to escape with a beating, tnnd, he is really drunk and courageous, how dare he chatter when others are practicing?

Uncle Drunkard begged for mercy while running, but it was useless, and within a few rounds, he was caught by Shangguan Yi, and then pressed on the ground and beaten violently, although the beating was a lot of meat, and it did not hurt his muscles and bones, but the bitterness was still given, and it was really difficult to vent his hatred if he didn't give it.

After that, the drunkard uncle was honest and didn't dare to be dishonest, that is, Shangguan Yi had a good temper, and he had a little friendship with him, otherwise it would not be too much to break a leg for the thing he did, and even if he killed a vicious person, he could only admit it, after all, in these years, the weak eat the strong, how can human life be as important as increasing his own cultivation?

The next day, Master Tang and the mad blacksmith returned to their full state, called Shangguan Yi to the casting room, and began to discuss the matter of leftovers.

It's just that compared to that, Shangguan Yi is more concerned about what the situation of his sword is, so he also asked very directly: "My sword, don't you have anything to tell me?"

Master Tang and the mad blacksmith glanced at each other, then nodded, and said: "Your sword is a relatively bold attempt by us, extremely forged and reforged, we have left the possibility of recasting for it, because we feel that it may not be able to keep up with your use in the future, and although its strength exceeds that of ninety percent of the divine soldiers, but as its caster, our selfishness is to cast the strongest divine weapon, even if it is not the strongest divine weapon, it must be the strongest among the swords, right?"

The mad blacksmith nodded repeatedly, but refused to open his mouth to say anything.

"What do you say...... I didn't say anything other than tell me that this sword could be stronger, but what the hell I couldn't know? The more Shangguan Yi listened, the more he felt that there was a ghost, and there was suspicion between his eyebrows.

"Well, it's a long story, and there are a lot of secrets involved, and all I can tell you is that all the changes you see about the sword are not illusions, nor are they wrong. The sword's appearance does change depending on your state, and even its power changes. Master Tang hesitated for a moment, picked up something not too important and told him.

Shangguan Yi: ......

Could it be that the drunkard uncle was not wrong just now? It was he who wronged him, so he made a mistake?