Miao Xuan looked at Ou Xuzi and said: "Brother Ou, this place is not a place to stay for a long time, I am a weak woman who has fallen into the mouth of a tiger, this is my life, I admit it, you are different, you are a real hero, you should not be buried in Tusi Mansion." ”

Ou Xuzi also looked at her and sighed softly and said: "Maybe what you said is not wrong, I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you for a lifetime, but Miss Miaoxuan, you remember my words, if it is possible, I will find a way to take you out, but I can't guarantee it." ”

Miaoxuan's face flushed with excitement, and her beautiful eyes stared at Ou Xuzi and said, "Brother Ou, I'm just a little woman who has fallen into the red dust, with a lustful voice and a horse, being played with by men, and no one has ever really treated me as a human being." With your words, Miaoxuan is satisfied, don't take risks for me, it's not worth it, life and death are rich and noble, and the final result of a woman under power will not be any better, a big deal is a death, and everything is free. ”

What else can Ou Xuzi say?

The first sword has been basically done, and then after sharpening, the sword body is engraved with a sharp cold light, and the snow-white blade tip is pointing, and the sword light is like a cloud and mist, making an unwilling cry. Ou Xuzi understands that this is the sorrow of the sword in a dilemma, the blade of a treasure blade either has a clear direction, and every day is prepared for blood-devouring, killing people and bloodthirsty on the battlefield, making it more cold-blooded, and also making its opponents fearful. However, without knowing the target of the sword, the sword body was carved with a pattern symbolizing authority, and finally the scabbard was put into the openwork dragon and snake decoration, which became extremely gorgeous. Enter the luxurious room and become a plaything for dignitaries. The sword will make an unwilling sound.

Three days later, the butler of China brought a delicate scabbard, with a sharp sword, and held it in his hand heavily, Ou Xuzi said happily: "Okay, this is the first sword, and it can be dedicated to Lord Tusi." ”

The butler took the sword carefully, slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and just halfway through the draw, he felt the cold air of the sword, and put the sword back into the scabbard in fear, and said to Ou Xuzi: "Master Ou is worthy of being the ancestor of the sword, the five-body throw that China admires, this sword is really a blade, it is not easy to get, what name is the master going to give it?"

Ou Xuzi replied, "Let its master, Lord Toast, get up." ”

Butler China nodded.

In the living room of the Tusi Mansion, Bala Tusi An sat on the treasure chair, and the centurion Rigude stood on the side with a steel knife in his hand, his face gloomy, and he looked at the China butler and Ou Xuzi who walked in without saying a word, Ou Xuzi was holding a sword in his hand with a stern expression.

After the salute, Ou Xuzi said to Bala Toast: "Dear Lord Toast, the first sword has been made, please test it." ”

Bala Toast walked down and took the sword and looked at it for a long time, slowly pulled out the sword, and suddenly felt that the sword revealed an antique charm, visually producing an atmospheric, noble, and simple beauty, the silver luster emitted by the sword body was looming, Bala Toast Weiwei smiled, slowly bent the sword body to 70 degrees with her hand, and as soon as her hand was released, the sword immediately bounced back to its original state, still straight, pulled out a handful of hair and put it on the blade of the sword and blew hard, the hair was instantly broken, and Bala Toast even shouted: " A good sword, a good sword, it can really blow the hair and break the blade, cut copper and chop iron. ”

The centurion Rigude sneered and said: "Lord Tusi, don't let others be majestic and destroy your own ambition, I think this sword is at best a good ornament, and it is a waste when it really goes to the field." ”

Bala Toast deliberately asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The centurion Rigude said arrogantly: "The Damascus scimitar on my body is the best in the knife, follow me to fight in the north and south, cut off the heads of many Han people, the sword of the Song army is an iron piece, disdain, Mr. Ou didn't say that this sword can sharpen iron like clay, if you can compete with me, cut my steel knife in two, I will be convinced." ”

Ou Xuzi also replied with a sneer: "Since the centurion Rigude is not convinced, let's give it a try, Lord Toast, please command." ”

Bala Toast nodded and said, "The ancient sword is cold and dim, and it has been cast for thousands of years. The white light is the sun and the moon, and the purple gas is a bullfight. After Mr. Ou became the Sword Ancestor, of course I believe that the sword you forged will definitely be invincible. ”

"Cang Lang Lang". Centurion Zhigud had already drawn out his Damascus scimitar, the last time in the jousting arena his steel knife was cut off by the Zhanlu knife, he had nothing to say if he lost, today is different, the Damascus scimitar in his hand is longer, wider and stronger than other scimitars, the blade exudes bursts of cold light, whining. Ou Xuzi didn't even look at the sword that took the hand of Bala Toast and only waved it slightly, and the blade shot violently towards the Damascus scimitar, and then raised the sword qi that soared into the sky, the essence was overflowing, the sword was like lightning, the sound of the sword impact was pleasant and cold, and in the blink of an eye, the Damascus scimitar made a mournful sound, and the hand of Buri Gude was numb from the shock, and the sword disappeared quickly, and the sword qi disappeared in an instant. Looking at the Damascus scimitar in his hand, the blade was cut open, rolled up, and the steel knife hung down.