The next day, Duan Yun got up a little later than usual. He thought a lot about Huan Yin last night, and he couldn't let his disciple be depressed because of this matter. Even if you can't cultivate immortals, you have to live well.

Duan Yun had prepared a large part of his speech, ready to cheer him up no matter how Huan Yin reacted.

After Duan Yun cleaned himself up, he slowly walked towards the kitchen. Yin'er must not have gotten up yet, no, maybe Yin'er hasn't closed his eyes, he must still hold himself in the room. Duan Yun wanted to make a hearty breakfast, and then let Huan Yin get up to eat, cheer him up during the meal, and talk about the principles of life.

But when Duan Yun passed through the dining room, he found that breakfast had already been set up on the table, a hot table.

"Yin'er?" Duan Yun was taken aback, and strode to the kitchen, but there was no trace of Huan Yin. He ran to the platform outside again, only to see Huan Yin standing in front of the pillar, looking intently at the content on the light curtain.

He thought he was dreaming, and he pinched himself, feeling pain, and only then did he confirm that what he was seeing was real. If anyone who is familiar with Duan Yun will definitely feel very funny when they see this scene, Duan Yun's character is stable and mature, and he will not do such a childish move.

Duan Yun felt that things were developing a little too fast, and he couldn't reflect it at all. I've made so many preparations, and before I have time to come in handy, Huan Yin will be good for himself?

He cautiously leaned close to Huan Yin, for fear that Huan Yin would just return to the light for a while, and he would not dare to disturb him. Huan Yin was really serious about studying, and he didn't notice that the master was leaning over.

"Uncle Duan, it's good. Suddenly, a voice interrupted the strange atmosphere between the master and apprentice, although this atmosphere was only experienced by Duan Yun himself.

Huan Yin heard the voice and looked around, only to see the master standing silently behind him, staring at him with strange eyes. Huan Yin was about to say something, but Duan Yun felt embarrassed, and immediately moved his gaze to the place where the voice came from, and said loudly: "Senior nephew Wen, you are here." ”

Huan Yin followed Duan Yun's gaze and saw a little fat man in a golden robe standing there, similar in height and age to himself, with a gloomy face that could not be dissolved. When Huan Yin looked at him, he also looked at Huan Yin.

Duan Yun introduced on the side: "Yin'er, this is the only grandson of Elder Wen Ge of the Infinite Gate, named Wen Yu. He liked my sword forging method very much, and occasionally came over to ask me for advice and learning. ”

"Hello Senior Brother Wen. Huan Yin greeted Wen Yu very politely.

Duan Yun said to Wen Yu again: "Senior nephew Wen, this is my newly accepted disciple Huan Yin. ”

"Hello, Senior Brother Huan. Wen Yu saluted Huan Yin back, and then looked at Duan Yun again.

"Uncle Duan, I want to borrow your stove to change my sword. ”

"Well, you can use it. I'll go down the hill and I'll be back in a minute. With that, Duan Yun returned to the dining room for breakfast and went down the mountain.

It was the first time for Huan Yin to meet other disciples coming to the Sword Pavilion in the door, and he was about the same age as himself, so he was very happy, and took the initiative to step forward and say to Wen Yu: "Senior Brother Wen, do you also know how to forge swords?"

Seeing Huan Yin approaching him, Wen Yu moved to the side, and then whispered, "Yes." ”

Huan Yin asked again: "Senior brother, how far has he cultivated immortals now?" ”

Unexpectedly, this time Wen Yu just looked at him, did not answer, and ran to the stove of the platform by himself.

Huan Yin was a little embarrassed, could it be that cultivating is a taboo for people who cultivate immortals. He saw that Wen Yu didn't seem to be very willing to approach him, and was just busy with his own work, so he also went to learn knowledge by himself.

An hour later, Huan was tired of looking at it, and left the pillar of light to walk around. He saw that Wen Yu was still by the stove, his hands raised into a magic formula, as if he was casting a spell on the stove. But he was mortal in the flesh, but he could not see anything.

However, this was the first time that someone had forged a sword in front of Huan Yin, and he was very curious and quietly leaned over.

Huan Yin stood silently behind Wen Yu, watching intently as Wen Yu forged his sword. I don't know if Wen Yu was too serious to find Huan Yin or didn't have time to take care of it, this time Wen Yu didn't react, just focused on casting spells and forging swords.

Huan watched Wen Yu pinching the magic trick tightly, and the fire in the furnace was burning, and a black sword was faintly visible from the furnace eye, getting smaller and smaller. About half an hour later, the black sword disappeared completely, and as soon as Wen Yu's magic trick was introduced, a black liquid flew out of the furnace and was fixed in the air by Wen Yu.

It was the first time for Huan Yin to see the immortal law so closely, and he was very excited, and his face was full of envy that he couldn't hide. Wen Yu didn't pay attention to Huan Yin, but kept drawing out all kinds of sword-forging materials from a brocade bag on his body and adding them to the black liquid.

Huan knew the materials and entered the country quickly, but he recognized the materials used by Wen Yu one by one, and while watching Wen Yu add the materials, he also secretly analyzed them.

Wen Yu is reforging the black sword. The so-called recasting is actually a kind of repair, which is to re-refine the original sword into liquid, and then remove unwanted impurities or add new materials to it, and then re-condense the liquid into a sword. Some people do this to make the sword more refined, while others do it to make the sword produce new properties.

After a while, something entered Huan Yin's field of vision-blasting iron sand. Such a thing Huan Yin has seen in the content of the pillar, this product is from the land of Jizhou in the north, and it is very rare and precious. This thing belongs to fire, and according to the analysis of the predecessors of this thing, if it can be cast into the sword, it can make the sword produce explosive properties, and the power is huge. Moreover, after the sword explodes, if the broken sword is triggered with immortal power, it should still be able to reorganize itself intact, as if it had never exploded. It's just that the attributes of this thing are too strong, and it explodes when it encounters fire, so it can't be cast into the sword.

Huan Yin was in a hurry when he saw Wen Yu introducing the blasting iron sand into the sword liquid, and hurriedly ran to Wen Yu, and said to Wen Yu: "Senior Brother Wen, the properties of the blasting iron sand are too strong, don't enter the furnace and refine it, otherwise it will blow up the furnace." ”

Who knew that Wen Yu just replied to him slowly: "Senior brother, I have a sense of proportion." Then Wen Yu continued with what he was doing.

Huan was stunned, Wen Yu had a strange temperament, and seemed to dislike communicating with people. He thought that since this Senior Brother Wen was already an immortal, he might have his own unique opinions. Besides, Wen Yu looked like he was not allowed to enter, and he couldn't say anything. If it is really fried, it will be changed to a different stove, and the senior brother is an immortal, so he will naturally not be harmed.

So, Huan Yin stood farther away and continued to watch Wen Yu forge his sword. After a long while, Wen Yu finally added all the materials to the sword liquid, and the original black sword liquid also turned into the current cyan color. With a move of his hand, the sword liquid flew back into the sword furnace with a whoosh, and Wen Yu changed the spell again and began to cast the sword.

Wen Yu was very focused on forging the sword, and after a while, sweat gradually oozed from his forehead. I saw the flames in the sword furnace, and the sword liquid was flipped and moved in the fire, which was amazing.

After a while, Huan Yin felt that the sword furnace was not quite right. There was a crackling sound in the flames in the sword furnace, and the fire slowly turned from red to orange.

After a while, the sword furnace began to rattle and tremble, as if it could no longer contain the flames in the furnace. Looking at Wen Yu again, not only was he sweating profusely, but even his clothes were damp, and the situation in the furnace was no longer under his control, but he was still insisting on it and refused to give up.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huan Yin shouted to Wen Yu: "Senior Brother Wen, quickly collect the spiritual power, this furnace is about to explode!"

Wen Yu heard Huan Yin shouting at him, his hands didn't stop, and he said with difficulty: "Teacher, junior brother, you go." ”

Huan Yin saw Wen Yu's appearance, obviously halfway through the spell, the situation had changed, and he couldn't collect the law, so he could only support himself and want to suppress the flames in the furnace. It's just that Wen Yu is obviously forcibly supporting, and this flame is obviously not something he can control. And Wen Yu's spiritual power can't even control the stove, if the furnace really explodes, where will the kung fu come from to protect himself?

Seeing that Wen Yu was in critical condition, Huan Yin didn't think about it so much, so he rushed forward and pushed Wen Yu away from the front of the sword furnace, while he fell not far from the furnace.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, the sword furnace burst open, the flames in the furnace erupted, the fragments of the furnace scattered in all directions, and the attic of the sword pavilion crackled.

After Wen Yu was pushed away by Huan Yin, he disconnected from the sword furnace, and his spiritual power was withdrawn from his body. In the next second, he heard the sound of the Dan furnace exploding, and suddenly turned around to find that Huan Yin was still lying next to the Dan furnace, and the raging flames rushed out and rushed towards Huan Yin. Wen Yu was in a hurry, and struggled to draw out the last trace of spiritual power in his body, lifted Huan Yin on the ground, and threw him out. After Huan Yin was thrown away, he rolled on the ground a few times, and then lay on the ground, motionless.

Finally, the impact of the Dan furnace explosion slowly subsided. Wen Yu's whole body was exhausted and exhausted, if it hadn't been for Huan Yin saving him just now, I am afraid he would have died on the spot. He struggled to straighten up and ran towards where Huan Yin was.

After Wen Yu came to Huan Yin's side, he pushed Huan Yin a few times, and seeing that Huan Yin was motionless and very anxious, he used all his strength to turn over Huan Yin who was lying on his stomach. I saw that Huan Yin's face was gray and black, bloodstained, his clothes were tattered and scorched, and the embers had not been extinguished in some places. Wen Yu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to touch Huan Yin's hand. When he felt that Huan Yin's pulse was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If Wen Yu's grandfather, Elder Wen Ge, saw his expression at this moment, he would definitely be very surprised. Wen Yu has a withdrawn and gloomy personality, except for the occasional few words with herself and Duan Yun, she hardly communicates with others, let alone worries about the safety of others.

Wen Yu sat on the ground, took out a spirit stone from the brocade bag that had just drawn out the sword casting materials, and held it in his hand to recover his spiritual power. After a while, he finally eased up a bit, hurriedly picked up Huan Yin on the ground, and strode towards the Sword Pavilion Hall.