The most critical moment came, on this day Ou Xuzi came to the workshop early, Renji had already lit the fire, he looked at Ou Xuzi and smiled and said: "Brother Ou, success or failure is here, I believe you will not let me down." ”

Ou Xuzi also replied with a smile: "We haven't gone home for more than ten days in a row, so that at this moment, the treasure knife is completed, and it is time to go home and reunite with our relatives." ”

Renci didn't answer, he was secretly wondering in his heart, will Bala Toast let Ou Xuzi go, the craftsman who casts the famous sword is hard to find, there are a few really famous weapons since ancient times that can last forever, either lost in the war, or he doesn't know where to go, or he hides in the king's court as a treasure and puts it away from people, it is a unique thing that the Zhanlu knife can be passed on to the hands of Xuzi, can Bala Toast not worry, he is just a delaying tactic, once the blade is cast, what will he do next? Ou Xuzi is too confident, he has this self-confident ability. But fighting with the cunning and sinister Bala Toast, is Xuzi still a little tender.

Bala Toast, China Butler and Centurion Rigude are all here, they are waiting at the door, Bala Toast is the most nervous, recently the Iron Bureau bought him the iron was discovered by the above, to track down his purpose, Bala Toast had to tell the truth, saying that he found a good swordsmith, and wanted to cast a unique blade for the current emperor, for the time being, it was nonsense, but the above also reminded him that if you can't cast the blade, your crime is to make a weapon privately, and you want to kill your head.

Bala Toast seemed to see himself being escorted to the execution ground, a ghost-headed knife whistled and cut down, his head was gone, and blood spurted out of his neck. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and the housekeeper hurriedly brought him a bowl of fragrant milk tea before he calmed down.

Ou Xuzi calmly picked up the steel plate with iron tongs and put it into the stove, Renci fanned the fire hard, the fire turned red, whirring, after a while, the kung fu steel plate burned red, put it on the big anvil and carefully beaten, a sword blank appeared, slender, through the metal light of the sword body in the middle of the ridge slightly raised, all the way to the head of the sword, the sword body is 45 centimeters long, after the formation of the sword blank and then put into the furnace to continue firing, to be red after the continue to build, several times down the sword has been formed, there are three fingers wide, the head of the sword is sharp, the sword handle that has been processed in advance has been installed, a sword has been made。

Ou Xuzi did not stop, but took out a black and shiny stone and grinded it, making a "click" sound, Bala Toast's eyes looked at the sword motionlessly, only feeling that it was thick and thick, and the energy emitted by the sword itself could be felt in the scorching air. This was exactly what he needed and desired, and as a samurai, there was nothing that excited him more than seeing a remarkable killing sword with his own eyes. As the whetstone moved rapidly, the blade grew brighter and brighter, and the blades on both sides became sharper and sharper, and the sword made a slight sound under the whetstone.

An hour passed. Ou Xuzi was sweating, and he didn't mean to stop, and he didn't even care about drinking the milk tea sent by Bala Toast to the China housekeeper, Renji kept pouring mountain spring water on the sword, and the sword finally emitted a silver luster, and the slightly raised ridge became layered, in short, this sword is not only beautiful, it has revealed a murderous aura, so that Bala Toast suddenly felt a chill, although through the robe, the skin still felt cold, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of praise from his heart: "Good sword, really a good sword." ”

The centurion Zhigude carried a Damascus scimitar on his waist, which was his treasure knife, longer and wider than the sword, and it was very heavy and heavy in his hand, he stood aside and sneered, no matter how beautiful the sword is, it will be broken when it is cut, what is the use, he does not believe that Ou Xuzi will cast a sharper knife than the Damascus scimitar, he is ready to try it with the sword in Ou Xuzi's hand to see whose weapon is more powerful.

Bala Toast's eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Ou Xuzi's movements became slower and slower, he had exhausted all the strength of his body, and finally stopped, wiped his sweat and said to Bala Toast: "Lord Toast, the sword body still has to be sharpened, and it will not work for a few days, so I can't dedicate it to you for the time being." ”

Bala Tusi stood up and said with a smile: "Mr. Ou has worked hard, I have already felt the murderous aura emitted by the sword, a good sword must be sheathed, and the matter of the scabbard will be handed over to the steward of Chi Na to complete, I have the best yak skin here, the most skillful craftsman, Chi Na, how about it." ”

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Master, follow your arrangement. ”

Ou Xuzi went back to the house and fell asleep, he was so tired, Miao Xuan sat on the side and didn't dare to say a word, just silently looked at the strong man in front of him, this man has penetrated into her heart, but this man has a wife, and he has never said anything to himself, Miao Xuan is very disappointed.

Brother Renci was called by the centurion Rigude to say that there was something, there were only the two of them left in the house, the sun was setting, the sky was full of sunset, the food on the table was still well placed, and Ou Xuzi was still sleeping very soundly.