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It's a murder knife!

Mu Chun raised his head and glanced at the heavy knife when he heard it, the heavy knife was still quietly adjacent to the scimitar, and there was no difference because of the words of Lord Song Zhuang, he thought: It doesn't matter if it is a fierce knife or not, it is a good knife in hand.

When Uncle Song heard this, he immediately instinctively jumped away from the table, and his envy disappeared for a moment or two, and he became both in love and hatred for Chongdao.

These sword-forging and sword-forging people believed in this kind of saying the most, and when they heard the word murderous knife, they were also a little afraid, and one by one they unconsciously retreated, but they were reluctant to take their eyes off the heavy sword.

As soon as they stepped back, it seemed that the distance between Mu Chun and the heavy knife was quite close.

Song Shujin just wanted to pull a Mu Chun, and politely persuaded him not to use this knife.

Lord Song Zhuang looked at Mu Chun, although he didn't directly say that Mu Chun didn't need a heavy knife, but he also tactfully expressed to Mu Chun the disadvantages of a heavy knife devouring the lord, and asked him to consider it carefully.

Mu Chun didn't care, he already had a scimitar, and the heavy knife was just for emergency use, so what did the devourer have to do with him.

In this way, Mu Chun didn't care about whether he was serious about whether he could use the knife or not, but whether his scimitar could be repaired and continued.

When Uncle Song heard this, he picked up the scimitar and compared the gaps. He turned his head and frowned, and said to Mu Chun regretfully: "As it is, you can still use it for a month, and more...... I look at the hanging. ”

Song Shujin couldn't help pouting as he spoke, and took the opportunity to swing the scimitar back, and when he stopped his hand, he happened to touch the heavy knife, he hesitated for a moment, and did not attack the heavy knife after all.

Mu Chunxin said: Otherwise, why would I ask you for repair. He thought so, but he still asked: how to repair it, when can I get it.

The opening is really bad, and Uncle Song still can't be sure if he can repair this knife when he looks left and right. He turned his head to look at Lord Song, wanting to throw this question at a knife forging man.

Lord Song Zhuang looked at the heavy knife thoughtfully, and he said at this time: "Erlang, how about I combine these two knives and give you a new knife?"

Lord Song Zhuang had a different idea, he wanted to merge the two knives together and reforge a famous sword, perhaps to bless the power of the white-edged knife, and abandon its disadvantages of devouring the lord.

The suggestion put forward by the owner of Song Zhuang shocked everyone's hearts, but after thinking about it, they were eager to try it one by one.

"Can it be like this?" Mu Chun turned his head to look at Lord Song Zhuang with confusion again.

There was no need for Lord Song Zhuang to speak, Song Shujin was the first to explain to Mu Chun, and he emphasized one point: "If you reforge it, the knife will be reborn, and its characteristics will also be transferred." That is, devouring ......"

Song Shujin said and suddenly stopped worrying, the sword devoured the master and had spirituality, even if it was forged again, the possibility of obliteration was very small.

At this time, the owner of Song Zhuang picked up Uncle Song Jin's words and said: "But the probability of trait transfer is only one percent." ”

One percent?

Mu Chun immediately understood why Song Shujin was worried: it is better to say that there is a chance of this success, and the new knife that is fought again is still the devouring master-so why bother to rebuild it!

Mu Chun touched the black back of the heavy knife, thinking that more things were better than less, and said, "As long as the scimitar can be repaired, it can be used." ”

When Mu Chun said this, Uncle Song's face changed a few times, and he stepped forward to persuade Mu Chun in succession, saying all kinds of benefits, but in the end, it was still a few words.

However, the idea was proposed by the owner of Song Zhuang, and at this time Mu Chun disagreed, so he naturally wanted to stand up and fight for it. He is different from Song Shujin, not only wants to create a famous knife to make Songjiazhuang's reputation go to the next level.

When the owner of Song Zhuang was young, he witnessed the creation of the white-edged knife, and he also saw the white-bladed knife stained with blood. He knew exactly how a knife, a good knife could kill—but he wanted to give it a try, stemming from the family's desire to forge knives in his blood.

He said: "Mu Chun, give the old man three months, and I will definitely give you a brand new knife!"

Song Zhuang's words have already been said to this, and the scimitar was originally forged by Song Zhuang and sent to Mu Chun, and Mu Chun couldn't refuse anymore, so he responded.

However, Mu Chun responded here, and immediately said with a mischievous smile with the owner of Song Zhuang: "Uncle Song, you have taken my two knives, what can I use?"

When the owner of Song Zhuang heard this, he hurriedly glared at Uncle Song, and Uncle Song ran into the inner room of the Sword Pavilion in person.

When Uncle Song came in and out, he carried a Tang knife in his hand, and he respectfully handed the Tang knife to Mu Chun with both hands and said, "Second Brother Mu, this is the most proud one of the younger brothers, can you take a look?"

Mu Chun stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and looked all the way to the left from the handle of the Tang knife to the cold light of the tip of the knife. This Tang knife is snow-white all over, and it is also a good thing.

Mu Chun laughed playfully: "Uncle Jin is willing?"

Uncle Song is naturally reluctant, and others are just fine, but Mu Chun, a reckless man, uses a knife but does not cherish it, how can the Tang knife be returned intact when it is in Mu Chun's hands. At this time, Song Shujin could only wave his hand and say, "Willing, why not." ”

When Mu Chun heard this, he picked up the knife and went to the open place of the Sword Pavilion to try the knife or two. He slashed and slashed with one move, and the Tang knife suddenly came out, cutting off the stake in a moment - and the Tang knife was unharmed.

Mu Chun collected the style, once again brought the Tang knife to the front to look at it, and praised in his mouth: "The knife is good." Uncle Jin, lend me three months. ”

When Uncle Song saw him, he was distressed, but he could only say: "Second Brother Mu, just use it." ”

At this time, the owner of Song Zhuang had already sent the scimitar and the heavy knife into the inner room of the Sword Pavilion, and Mu Chun tried two more moves under the gaze of Song Shujin, and the mother-in-law next to the Li family came to pass the word: Please Mu Chun return to the dart game quickly.

The mother-in-law looked solemn, and she didn't say what was going on, urging Mu Chun to hurry back.

Mu Chun was worried that he would be a mother, so he said goodbye to the owner of Song Zhuang and others, and left Song Jiazhuang in a hurry.

When there were only Mu Chun and her mother-in-law on the way, Mu Chun asked her again: "Mama, what is the matter, my mother is so anxious to let me go back." ”

This mother-in-law is the confidant of the Li family, and if it wasn't for something important, she wouldn't have come.

The partial mother-in-law was strict-mouthed, no matter how Mu Chun asked, she didn't reveal the slightest bit of news, and only said: "Second master, you will understand when you go back." ”

As soon as Mu Chun returned to the dart game, he went straight to the backyard, but saw that the Li family was packing up his things, looking like he was about to go away. Mu Chun asked, "Mother, where are you going?"

Li Shi didn't answer immediately, and let Mu Chun ask questions on the side, she still commanded to pack up in an orderly manner: "Erlang's bags will be put in the carriage." ”

Mu Chun couldn't understand Li's intentions, so he could only wait on the sidelines.

When everything was in order, she had time to answer with Mu Chun: "Erlang, let's leave for Phoenix City now." ”

Phoenix!

Mu Chun's heart was shocked, what happened to Gongsun Boyu again.