Chapter 15 Swordsmith

PS: After watching the vote without collecting, I have to give a knife~~

According to common sense, if you drink 300 cups at night, you will get up and boo several times in the early morning.

So when Su Yong fell asleep, he was ready to get up in advance.

Who would have expected that this sleep was extremely stable? If it hadn't been for the subconscious of his brain, Su Yong would not have got up in the middle of the night.

However, when he wondered for a long time and was doubting whether his absorption ability was super strong, he found that the blood knife hanging by the bed was held in his arms at some point.

Me, God! Su Yong was so scared that he jumped down from **, threw the knife with both hands and hit it on the bedding.

Since he was equipped with the scabbard, he has got a rope in the corner to hang the blood knife. It is reasonable that even if he unconsciously grabs everywhere, it is impossible to touch the blood knife more than two meters away from the bed. Is it possible that he sleepwalks?

Then why is there no impression at all? Su Yong patted his head: Sun, what are you thinking? I'm normal. How can sleepwalking happen to me?

That...

Is it...

Su Yong couldn't help shivering when he thought of this. Although he is a modern man who has been educated in science for more than ten years, he believes in ghosts and gods in his heart, otherwise he would not have knelt down to the swordsmith under the Black Forest.

And he has always been skeptical about whether there is something on the blood knife.

Why did this knife suddenly run into my arms? Also, do I have any excretory organ diseases? Why don't I feel like booing at all?

When I went to bed, I still felt bloated and bloated, but now it has subsided. What's the matter? Is it the stomach, kidney, or something else? He kept touching his stomach and thinking.

The moonlight outside the tent seems to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, I bowed my head and was even more confused. Su Yong's contemplation was fruitless. Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so he simply opened the door and walked out of the door.

The moon is hazy and quiet outside, with a little damp fog in the air. Although it is not a rural wilderness, there are still some unknown insects playing and singing at midnight.

Walking to the side of the school yard, countless extinguished torches stood quietly around, and the wine-fighting place in the middle was still in a mess. He shook his head, went over and picked up half a pot of wine. He drank it, rolled a little in his stomach, and quickly walked to the edge of the woods.

It's quite normal. I thought it was absorbed after drinking it? However, when he tied his trousers and turned his head, he was so scared that his soul almost flew out.

An old man with white hair stood on his right side, silently staring at himself.

The figure was a little hazy. Su Yong rubbed his eyes and shouted "Oh my God" to make sure that what he saw was not an illusion.

"Don't be afraid." The old man actually spoke first, his face was amiable, and there was no evil appearance.

Can I not be afraid? Su Yong trembled all over his body.

I really think about it. I don't think about it. I don't want to think about ghosts anymore. He closed his eyes for a long time and forced himself to calm down.

"Old... Father-in-law, you... Are you a human or a ghost?" As soon as he said the words, he immediately regretted it. Why did you ask such a question? Didn't I scare myself?

"Ha ha, of course I'm not a human. But don't be afraid." The silver-haired old man touched his beard and smiled generously, "I'm not a ghost. I'm just a sword soul!"

Sword soul? Isn't it...

Although Su Yong's body was trembling, he immediately thought of the origin of the blood knife.

"That's right, young man, I'm the soul of the sword on the blood knife. I sacrificed the knife with my body and possessed it.

The old man turned his head and took two steps away. He looked at the hazy moonlight outside the forest and sighed, "I have been in that cold water pool for many years, but I didn't expect to come out to see the cool breeze of this month."

Su Yong had calmed down at this time, and his footsteps kept walking quietly outside the forest, muttering, "Well... the senior appeared this time to..."

He made up his mind and immediately ran wild as soon as something went wrong.

The old man sighed, "I was the swordsman of the dragon blood knife... Oh, don't go! What are you afraid of me doing?

Su Yong stopped embarrassedly: "Senior, er... In the middle of the night, you are haunted. It's really a little scary... How about this? I'll take you to find a place with light and talk about it in detail?"

All ghosts are afraid of lights. Su Yong also felt that he could find a place with fire to get rid of the goose bumps on his body because of the chill.

"No, I'll just say a few words." The old man seemed to despise him for being so timid and snorted, "Where is your courage to kill the enemy during the day? I'm a knife soul, and how can I be afraid of that candle torch?

Daily, how can this old man see what I think? Su Yong was shocked and stopped.

"I have studied swordsmanship all my life, dreamed of entering the Tao with sword, and stepped into the immortal Holy Spirit. Until I was a hundred years old, I knew that this was just a dream. So after my body gradually became old, I planned to cast a magic weapon to pass on my cultivation.

Su Yong moved the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"You must want to ask me, why don't you pass on this cultivation to future generations or disciples?" The old man looked at him and finally smiled.

Su Yong nodded. According to the concept of the previous life, skills can be left behind through books, but it seems unlikely that they still rely on a weapon to keep their own cultivation.

Where is it more reliable than hand-in-hand teaching to disciples?

The old man frowned and frowned: "I have studied swordsmanship all my life. I have never paid attention to the secular world, let alone left a son and a half. When I was old and suddenly woke up, it was too late. As for collecting disciples... Do you think anyone can inherit my man's manor?

The corners of Su Yong's mouth moved again, but he still didn't say anything.

Although in that cave, he had thought about getting the magic weapon. At this moment, his dream came true, but he was a little confused.

"You want to ask, why did I choose you?" The old man laughed, and several birds in the forest were so scared that they flew out of him, hovering in the air and protesting.

The silver-haired old man's face was solemn: "It's not that I chose you, but that you chose me!"

After the annihilation of a person's body, where is there any choice?

"After I had the idea of casting a sword, I searched for sword casting masters all over the world, and even found countless strange skills. It took me ten years to integrate my thinking to come up with a sword casting method to inherit my cultivation. But at this time, I also dried up the oil lamp. The old man sighed sadly, as if he had infinite regrets.

"It is rare to turn a sword into a body. But you can pour what you have learned into the sword, and guide the next step when the sword holder reaches a considerable level. In this world, I'm afraid that only people like me can think of it. The old man's hair flew in the morning wind, with a sense of arrogance.

"You have read some words in the Dragon Blood Knife. Under the pool, you didn't mean to hurt yourself and bleed, which just made your opportunity. The dragon blood knife is extremely bloodthirsty. The first ray of blood was inhaled by it to reveal the name of the knife, because it has recognized your master's status. Except for you, others can no longer see the words on the blood knife. The old man said.

"As for the later formula, it is the beginning of the cultivation I passed on to you," the old man looked up at the moon and sighed again: "I spent a hundred years studying swordsmanship, and there were only a few people who could compete with me at that time. And in the end, I tried the knife with my body, and finally engraved my life's experience on the knife and completed the perfect stroke, which was also a dead eye.

"Fortunately, you, a bastard who didn't mean to break in, is also good, courageous and wise. Although the muscles and bones are poor, your performance these days is still barely in my eyes!"

Daily, this old man is so crazy. Su Yong couldn't help laughing in his heart. This is not my wisdom. This is the experience of thousands of years of experience summed up by later generations. It's just for me to remember that I'm still in my internship.

He nodded and asked, "What's wrong with that formula?"

"That formula is that when I was in the knife, I used the gradual method to engrave the cultivation summary in my mind on the blade. Whenever you reach a certain level of cultivation, the corresponding skills will emerge for you to understand, which others can't see.

The old man turned around and said, "When you kill more than ten soldiers, prove that you have combat experience and have the first level of knife practice, the first formula will appear. At this time, you hold a blood knife in your hand, and the blood knife will help pull you to practice.

"If you kill ten chiefs, you can practice the second level; if you kill ten generals above, you can practice the third level; if you kill ten commanders, you can practice the fourth level. Each time you meet the requirements, you can accumulate to the next level... and so on, until you can learn all the ninth level."

"So... who will be cut in the end?" Su Yong's eyes are tongue-catching. He won't cut off the emperor, will he?

"Emperor? What is the emperor? The old man's tone made Su Yong shudder.

"Can I... not practice?"

To be honest, I'm not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. Su Yong said pitifully.

"Haha, of course! But I'm afraid you can't choose this road! Just like why you joined the army at the beginning? Don't you know that military service is a bloody road? Which of those veterans didn't climb out of the Meat Sea Bone Mountain? If you don't want to die, you can only climb up on the enemy's body! If the dragon blood knife is addicted to killing, it will take killing as the way to practice.

"You choose the blood knife and join the army, which is a road of no return!"

The silver-haired swordsman's voice is loud. The words are still in my ears, but the figure has disappeared, leaving only a blood knife hanging on the branch.

Daily, it turns out that the wine in his stomach was sucked by this old guy! After a long time, Su Yong, who lost his soul, thought of this.

Pull out the knife, the blood blade is red, and there is no text. It is not yet time to practice the second level.