The moon and stars are scarce, and a bright moon hangs alone in the desolate night sky of Mobei, which seems a little lonely. The shadows of the trees are waving, and the bright moonlight shines through the dusk autumn leaves, sprinkled on the ground of the secluded courtyard, and it is a quiet and cool autumn night.

Li Canglan woke up from his sleep in a cold sweat, he had forgotten that this was the first time in the past three years, this repeated dream. The same old man, the same sword, the same face that can't be seen clearly, the difference is just the end of the dream, this time he was drowned in a bloody light.

The uneasiness comes from the mountains and forests, in recent days, every time he goes up the mountain to practice his sword, he can meet herds of migrating animals, and the wild boars that are on rampage seem to have changed their sex, cowering and not daring to speak, and the pig's trotters that tremble from time to time testify to their extreme fear.

Closing his eyes, the sea of corpses and blood in his sleep suddenly appeared in front of him, Li Canglan couldn't help but touch the jade plate hanging around his neck, and a burst of warmth flowed through his palm to his heart, and his heart was depressed. But no matter what, I couldn't sleep anymore.

Pushing open the door, the silver moonlight sprinkled in along the door frame, a piece of tenderness. Under the plane tree in the courtyard stood a figure quietly, but it was my father. As if hearing his son's footsteps, Li Hetu slowly turned around and made a "shhhh ”

The father's eyebrows were particularly clear against the background of the moonlight, the sword eyebrows were in the sideburns, and the dark eyes reflected the faint moonlight, as if the starry sky was as vast as this starry sky. Li Canglan never realized that his father was so good-looking.

He held a long sword of turquoise in his hand, emitting a brilliant green light, and the light was hazy, just like a firefly in a summer wheat field, and it was so gentle. The style of the sword is simple and elegant, and it is the type that my father has always loved. The blade of the sword is faint and faint, as if it is cold, suggesting that this sword is absolutely extraordinary.

This is the sword made of the greenstone that I dug up from the vegetable garden.

"Do you want to know its name?" said the father, smiling, and his voice was soft.

Li Canglan nodded. He wanted to know the name of such a sword that his father had worked so hard to forge.

"Bilang, its name is Bilang, I've thought about it for a long time......" Li Hetu's eyes were gentle and sad, and in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a reflection that could not be dispersed for a long time.

"Bilang, Bilang......" Li Canglan couldn't help but read a few more times, this sword glowed with a clear blue light, saying that it was like a blue wave, and it was also very vivid. I couldn't help but silently praise the name a few times in my heart, and my father really had a hand in naming it.

"Why doesn't the stinky boy sleep?" Li Hetu seemed to have finally come back to his senses, and his words began to have a bit of reproach in his words.

"I have nightmares, I can't sleep! Besides, Dad, you don't sleep, why don't you sleep?" Li Canglan seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his father's tone.

Li Hetu was silent for a long time, and replied: "I am also ......"

The small courtyard seemed to be quiet again, except for the rustle of the autumn wind against the leaves. Li Hetu didn't know how likely it would be for two people in a yard to have nightmares at the same time, and he didn't even want to ask the child about the content of the dream. Because he was afraid that he would hear his son say that he also dreamed of that mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Do you know what this sword still owes to shortcomings?" Li Hetu seemed to deliberately change the subject.

Li Canglan's eyes were a little confused, and he looked the Bilang sword up and down again, and shook his head puzzledly: "I just think this sword is very beautiful and sharp, how can there be anything missing?"

Listening to the child's praise, Li Hetu couldn't help but feel a little more relieved. This blue wave sword is made of the Heavenly Meteorite Stone, and the material is extraordinary. He has spent three years of hard work, day and night, painstaking forging, in order to cast this sword can be said to have exhausted his life's learning, between the four feet of the sword, it is really his life's hard work.

This sword is already the pinnacle of sword-casting skills in this life, and there is no possibility for him to surpass this sword, which Li Hetu knows well. Rao is that he has already reached the peak of his forging process, but Li Hetu still regrets it, just because of a legend that circulates in the sword-casting world, "All swords have spirits".

"Soul, this sword still lacks a sword soul. Li Hetu spoke eloquently. "The sword is a dead thing, Rao is a swordsmith who has worked hard to reach the peak of the sword-casting process, but the soulless sword is just a mortal product in the world after all, and it is usually tight. ”

It was the first time Li Canglan had heard the term sword soul, and his curiosity was great, and the haze of nightmares had long been left behind, and he asked again and again: "If the sword has a soul, will it be able to understand human speech?" How can we make the sword have a soul?"

Li Hetu couldn't help but be amused by the child's question. If the sword has a soul, it must be able to understand the mind of the sword master, right? It's just that where did this sword soul come from, but Li Hetu was stumped, "Legend has it that the origin of the sword soul is nothing more than two kinds, one is that the material of the sword is psychic, and the sword body is originally made of the bones of some psychic beasts, and its spirit is dead and not dispersed, remaining in the bones, and the divine sword has psychic ability." ”

"It's just that after the death of these psychic beasts, they can leave a trace of essence in their bones, and I am afraid that they are already magical beasts with magical power before they die. How could the bones of such a divine beast be found so easily, it was accidentally bumped into and forged into a divine sword. Whether this sword can be used or not is still a big question, the spirit of the divine beast is domineering, if you don't get the approval of the sword soul, you haven't used this sword to make a move and a half, I'm afraid that it will be eaten by the sword soul, lose your mind, and become a sword slave. ”

couldn't help but shudder, Li Canglan didn't expect this sword soul thing to be so dangerous, it was okay if he couldn't talk to himself, he even rebelled at every turn, and became a sword slave, just thinking about it, his scalp was numb.

This is just one of the origins of the sword soul, and by the way, there is a second method. Li Canglan hurriedly asked, "What about the other method?"

"Killing the soul" Li Hetu's voice was faint.

"Killing?" Li Canglan couldn't believe it.

I saw my father nodding slowly: "Blood can moisten the sword, and the divine sword drinks blood to a certain extent, and its anger is accumulated, and the sword soul naturally comes into being." It's just that it's not enough to kill some chickens, ducks, sheep and pigs. ”

If you don't kill livestock like chickens, ducks, sheep, and pigs, and drink blood to become souls, do you want to kill people? Kill souls, how many living beings have to be slaughtered, but what is the difference between them and evil spirits?

As if he had guessed the apprehension in his son's heart, Li Hetu explained leisurely: "The soul of killing is completely different from the soul of a divine beast. What kind of soul the sword becomes depends entirely on the sword master himself. When someone kills a living being, he casts a sword soul for his own selfish desires, and naturally he is also full of ferocity and cruelty, so that the person with such a sword is naturally no different from the evil spirit. And some people, killing is to save the dawn of life, and they have to do it, and the punishment of the sword will be treacherous. This kind of character, no matter how much he kills, the soul of his sword is also with a heroic righteousness. ”

Li Canglan couldn't help but be stupid when he heard it.

"Do you still remember the immortal of the Zixiao Sect that my father told you? Legend has it that he was in the catastrophe of the Divine Consciousness Gate back then, killing and preaching, drinking blood to become a soul, and soaring in one fell swoop. ”

Li Hetu's tone was not in a hurry.

"In the final analysis, the sword is ultimately a weapon, and it is the sword master himself who controls the fate of the sword. It is right to carry the sword and do righteous deeds, to punish the evil spirits, and to punish the strong and help the weak. Taking advantage of the edge of the sword, doing one's own selfishness, and indiscriminately killing innocents, is evil. Whether it is righteous or not, but it is not directly related to whether to kill or not. You don't have to study for a few years, you can't even understand such a simple truth, it's pedantic. ”

Father's words were like a thunderclap on the ground, and Li Canglan's mind was buzzing.

Looking at his son's thoughtful expression, Li Hetu smiled slightly, all the truths in this, one day the vicissitudes will have to be experienced to understand it.

The moonlight was still bright, scattered in the courtyard, and the two of them were silent. The breeze blows, the sycamore leaves flutter and fall, the moonlight is like washing, the gentle and quiet autumn night in the mountains.