Ever since Yun Xichen hung her on the roof of the Red Immortal Tower, Yaya did not dare to cause trouble for Yun Xichen anymore. If she was hung on the roof for a long time, Tushan Yaya would have nowhere to put her face.
Without Yaya's interference, Yun Xichen could choose the time to carry out the last step of the sword forging process.
Yun Xichen chose a sunny day to complete the sword. He did not sit in the forging room that day. Instead, he sat in the yard with the sword embryo and a bunch of tools. He used the bright sunshine to start the last step, grinding.
Yun Xichen used an extremely fine grindstone that he could find and a liquid that looked like oil to polish the blade bit by bit. There was not much effect after polishing it once or twice. Yun Xichen could only repeat the boring steps over and over again. However, for him who did not want to recall his memories, this kind of dullness was nothing. From the beginning to the end, his expression was calm and composed, without the slightest impatience or impatience.
The grinding sound of the grindstone rubbing against the blade of the sword rang out unhurriedly for a day, and before he knew it, the sun had already set.
Yun Xichen's gaze turned deep, and even his breathing became lighter as his gaze focused on the sword in his hand.
The oil-like liquid no longer existed. It had already seeped into the sword bit by bit as the grindstone polished the sword.
Putting down the sword and grindstone, Yun Xichen got up and washed his hands carefully a few times before returning to the stone table. He took out a pure white cloth from his pocket and slowly wiped it from the hilt.
Yun Xichen's movements were very slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sword in his hand. After wiping the hilt, Yun Xichen paused, took a deep breath, and wiped the sword.
It was clearly just an ordinary white cloth, but as it slowly brushed across the sword, the originally dull sword instantly became bright. The steel flowers produced by repeated folding and forging also became extremely dazzling at this moment. It was like a flowing light that lingered on the sword. Immediately after, a terrifying chill spread in this small courtyard.
Yun Xichen put down the cloth and turned her wrist. The red glow was reflected on the sword, like the enemy's blood being tasted by a sharp sword.
He felt a sharp pain in his brain. The memory fragments seemed to have broken through a prison and were rampaging in his mind. It was extremely painful.
Yun Xichen held his head and pressed a few acupuncture points on his head that had calming effects to relieve the headache brought by the memory.
Yun Xichen heaved a long sigh of relief after his headache was relieved. He would think about these memories later. He had other things to do now.
He curled his finger on the sword and flicked it lightly. The sword immediately let out a soft hum. It was not loud, but it was transmitted to Yun Xichen's mind the moment it sounded, resonating with him.
Even the pain caused by the collision of memories was greatly relieved.
Yun Xichen got up and swung her sword. There was nothing unfamiliar or uncomfortable about it, but it was as smooth as an arm.
"The sword that suits you the most is the sword that you forged yourself, at least for now.”
Yun Xichen sighed as he put the sword back on the stone table. He picked up the hammer and chisel and began to carve ancient characters on the sword.
When the last stroke of the ancient seal script was completed, the seal script on it lit up and the wind that gathered in the surroundings slowly dissipated. Yun Xichen sheathed the sword and handkerchief that he had prepared earlier.
Yun Xichen turned around on the stone bench and said to Rongrong, who was sitting on the roof," Come down. You've been peeking for a long time. Is there any meaning?"”
"I'm not peeking. I'm looking openly.”As Rong Rong spoke, she jumped down from the roof and walked to Yun Xichen. She tugged at Yun Xichen's sleeve and her eyes were filled with curiosity and anticipation." Brother Xichen, can you lend me your sword to study for two days?"”
"What?" Yun Xichen wondered if there was something wrong with her ears." Miss Rongrong, what did you say?"”
"Can you lend me your sword to study for two days?”Rong Rong tugged at Yun Xichen's sleeve and begged. The curiosity and anticipation in her eyes turned into desire.
Yun Xichen rejected him immediately." No!”
"Why?" Rongrong asked pitifully as if she had been wronged.
" Because…" Yun Xichen's eyes suddenly turned sharp. She quickly drew her sword and swung it in Rong Rong's direction.
Her waist-length emerald hair danced in the air brought by the sword aura. Rong Rong stared at Yun Xichen's actions in shock. A breath of death rushed towards her. In front of this breath, Rong Rong's mind went blank. She did not understand why Yun Xichen was waving his sword at her.
The sharp sword energy brushed past Rong Rong, and Rong Rong realized that Yun Xichen's target was not her.
" Ah!" A scream was heard, followed by the sound of the wall collapsing.
Yun Xichen sheathed his sword and added," I forged this sword too well. It's a little dangerous.”
"Phew, you scared me to death." Rong Rong patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief. She still had a lingering fear." Brother Xichen, I thought, I thought..."
"Do you think I want to kill you?" Yun Xichen said what Rong Rong did not say. He stood up and patted Rong Rong's head. His tone was unwittingly worn out." My sword only points at the enemy's heart.”
This was a declaration and a promise.
Rong Rong stared blankly at Yun Xichen rubbing her head to comfort herself. Her heart warmed up and she felt dissatisfied. She was clearly the older sister. Why was she being comforted by her younger brother?
Seeing Rongrong's puffed up cheeks, Yun Xichen knew that she was angry. He did not understand why Rongrong was angry all of a sudden. Was it because he didn't want to lend her his sword?
Yun Xichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Alright, don't be angry." Yun Xichen clumsily coaxed Rong Rong in a child-like tone." My sword-forging ability isn't as strong as you think.”
She slapped Yun Xichen's hand off her head and looked up angrily, her eyes full of dissatisfaction with Yun Xichen.
Yun Xichen was at his wit's end. He didn't know how to coax a child.
Yun Xichen coughed a few times to avoid awkwardness." I'll go see if that guy was killed by me."”
Yun Xichen quickly walked to the remains of the wall and apologized to the neighbors who came over as she rummaged through them.
Yun Xichen got along well with his neighbors. When he heard that Yun Xichen had attacked the monster that had attacked him and caused the wall to collapse, he immediately joined in to help.
Rong Rong's gaze fell on the sword that Yun Xichen had placed on the stone table. She hesitated for a moment and could not suppress her curiosity. She sat on the stone bench and pulled out the sword.
This sword looked no different from an ordinary long sword, but it was actually quite heavy in her hand. It took Rong Rong a lot of strength to pull the sword out halfway.
Her fingers caressed the ancient seal characters that had just been carved on the surface of the sword. As the strokes repeated the process of writing, Rong Rong felt very strange. She did not feel that mysterious power.
Did I miss something? Rongrong thought about it and felt that this was the only explanation.
When her gaze focused on the sword again, Rong Rong found something unusual. This sword seemed to have a kind of attraction. Staring at it felt as if one's soul was being sucked away.
Hurriedly shifting her gaze away, Rong Rong rubbed her eyes and did not dare to look at the snow-white sword anymore.
She tapped on the blade to see how sharp the sword was, but Rong Rong did not expect the blade to cut her finger.
"Hehe, Brother Xichen, you're making me more and more curious.”Rongrong closed her eyes and a gentle smile returned to her face.
Dragging a half-dead demon back, Yun Xichen looked at the trace of blood on the sword, then looked at Rong Rong's injured finger. Helplessly, she took out a bandage from her pocket and bandaged Rong Rong, then tapped her head." Little girls who touch things aren't cute.”
"I'm older than you. I'm your sister.”
"I think you're more like my sister."
Yun Xichen did not care." Who would advise an elder sister to touch dangerous items?"”
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