Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a year was approaching, and eighteen apprentices had basically mastered the general process of making iron into soldiers under the teaching of master Arit. www.biquge.info Arité also informed everyone that the first year's quiz was to require each apprentice to do their own rough training of a soldier embryo.

On this day, it is the moment when a batch of weapons as a demonstration are released. Arite led everyone to put the quenched weapons into the furnace to temper, while waiting, the master told everyone the legendary story of the Central Plains people casting the sword of the gods, in order to obtain better weapons, the swordsmith often uses blood as a guide, and wants to inject his own will and spirit into the sword, and even some people jump into the oven to die the sword.

The apprentices were amazed and amazed, but the news was a bolt from the blue for Azul, but he did a good job of hiding his excitement, because he found that he had a way to try the short sword he had gotten, and that was to "use blood as a guide and die as a sword". Azul was now eager to see what would happen if he smeared his own blood on the dagger, but reason told him that the slightest hint of unconscionable joy and sorrow in public could lead to death.

There is a certain process of putting the finished product into the furnace and tempering, and Azule desperately suppresses his emotions, and in order to stabilize his expression, he even warns himself that the blood-based method may not work, and he must not rejoice too early, let alone be exposed.

The last vacation before the year's assessment came as promised, and Azul had planned to take advantage of the fifteen-day vacation to return to the tribe, and almost all of the apprentices would return to the tribe once. In order to test his latest sword trial method, Azul decided to postpone it for two days, that is, to wait for everyone to leave and quietly test the sword before returning to the tribe.

That night, Azule spent almost all night listening to the snoring of Ahai Yexian, and he almost stayed awake all night. As soon as the morning dawned, the apprentices said goodbye to each other, bid farewell to their masters, and set off for the tribe. Azul did the same, but he casually revealed to his apprentices that he planned to travel with the merchants in two days, due to the remoteness of his tribe.

In the empty courtyard, where Azule was left alone, Azule closed the door and took out the Qingfeng Sword that he had personally collected. Without hesitation, he cut his fingers and dripped his own blood into the blade. Something strange happened, the blood dripping into the sword disappeared without a trace. Azule wondered what kind of sword this was, but apart from absorbing the blood that dripped in, the Blue Edge had no other reaction. With the sword in hand, Azule walked around the room, thinking about what to do, and it seemed that blood as a guide would work, but why didn't the sword change. Azul finally made up his mind and decided to continue pouring his own blood. As more blood dripping into the sword, Azule only felt his mind dizzy, and he had a fluttering feeling, just like just now, the blood was absorbed without a drop.

Azule was still holding on, and suddenly, he found that the Qingfeng Sword shook and floated in the air, and let out a buzzing sound, as if it had come to life. Startled, Azul stepped back and approached the door, observing the changes in the Blue Blade. The Qingfeng sword floated in the air, without the help of external force, with no support, buzzed a few times and then fell, and entered the scabbard on its own in an arc.

Azule was stunned for a long time before he dared to slowly approach the Qingfeng Sword, and when he tried to pick up the sword, he felt as if there was a spiritual connection between himself and the sword. He remembered the words of his master Arit, could this be a divine weapon refined by the people of the Central Plains, in addition to sharpening iron like clay, it can also be controlled through the mind?

Azul couldn't figure it out, and finally he realized that he knew so little. Azule continued to hide the sword with him, and it was strange that he had a feeling that he was one with the Blue Blade. Azule didn't think much of it, didn't dare to ask casually, he knew it would be fatal, and two days later, Azule set off alone to return to the tribe.

Do you want to tell this secret to my grandfather, maybe my grandfather has seen more than me and can know the secrets hidden in it, or maybe the blessings and misfortunes are not one-sided, and after telling my grandfather, I am afraid that I will cause some trouble to my grandfather, and I will regret it for the rest of my life. For the first time, Azule felt that his power alone was so small, and this was indeed a sword, but how could I understand the mystery?!