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Chapter 972 Magic Knife
"I'm so annoyed by the noise, don't you know that quenching is the most critical step?"

Amidst the impatient complaints, a - er, an old man, let's say, came out.

The man's beard and hair were already grizzled, and his voice could be regarded as old.But other than that, a man has nothing to be called an old man.

His face is rosy and rosy, although he has a feeling of vicissitudes, but he can't see the wrinkles that an old man should have. His facial features are half or six points similar to Shirou's, but more mature.

The figure is also similar, with the same clear muscles, tough lines, and looks full of strength.But this time, no one will find it strange that forging knives is a physical job, and without enough strength, it is impossible to make a good knife.

In terms of clothing, the old man wore a red armguard on his left hand more than Shirou. Based on the analysis of the old man's previous words, it should be that he had just come down from the stove and hadn't had time to take it off.The reason why the two were still sweating while wearing so little clothes was also explained—the temperature near the forging furnace was too high, and they would die from the heat if they wore too much clothes.

"There are really so many beasts, just right, let's test the knife."

The white-haired old man who walked into the yard glanced at the darkness outside the yard and the apprentices who were surrounded by many, with a cold expression, as if surrounded by a group of chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.

With a twist of his wrist, he turned the knife held behind his back to the front. If there is no accident, this should be his latest work that he did not hesitate to let his apprentice guard the door.

"Shirou, get down!"

Hearing a low shout from the old man, the surrounded red-haired boy lay down without hesitation, no matter how many beasts surrounded him or how dangerous the situation was, it could be seen that he had absolute confidence in his master.

The master also lived up to the apprentice's expectations. The moment Shirou lay down, the old man took a step forward and gently swung the knife.

Shi's expression changed immediately.

She can also be regarded as a top-ranking master in the Japanese mystical world, and her kendo cultivation has reached the realm of "one sword" that countless people dream of.But even so, she still didn't see clearly what was going on with the knife.

There is only one movement reflected in those iridescent eyes, stepping forward and swinging a knife.

Then all the monsters inside and outside the fence cut their throats, and before they could even scream, they all fell to the ground.

The old man also came to the apprentice's side at the moment he retracted the knife, and the way and trajectory of his movement were also impossible to capture.

Shirou, who was lying on the ground, propped his hands on the ground, bounced up, looked at the master—er, the knife in his hand with joy, and said excitedly: "This is your latest work, Master. It's amazing, and the legendary magic sword is nothing more than So be it."

The old man scolded mercilessly: "Ignorant brat, don't use the name of Qianzi Cunzheng with this immature appearance, I can't afford to lose that man—this is not a magic sword, it is a failure, and it is the same as the one on the ground. It's like this pile of broken iron."

"A failure? When I came out, you said everything went well. Why is it a failure now? And I don't see any failure in your trial cut just now." Shirou squeezed his chin, leaning forward continuously, I almost put my face on the knife.

"You can't see it when you look at it like this, but you can grasp it once you try to grasp it." The old man turned the handle of the knife and handed it to Shirou.

The moment his finger touched the handle of the knife, Shirou's face changed suddenly, as if he saw something extremely terrifying, his cheeks twitched, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"This, this, this, this, this, this is - the magic knife?"

"That's right, this is a great property that has arrived in the realm of the demon realm, which is what the world usually calls the magic knife."

Hearing Master's words, Shirou quickly shook his hand, trying to throw away the knife in his hand.But no matter how he shook his hand, he couldn't lose it no matter how hard he tried. He tried to break it with the other hand, but the other hand was also stained, and he was so anxious that he kept jumping.

"Master, Master, what is going on?"

"Didn't you say that this is a magic knife, and the karma wrapped around it will corrode the body and mind of the person holding the knife, and you can't even throw it away." The old man remained calm.

"Then what should we do?" Shirou asked even more anxiously.

"Just do it."

As the old man said, he stretched out two fingers to hold the blade, and seeing how hard he used it, the knife stuck to Shirou's hand flew out of his hand, and fell precisely into the knife barrel behind the fence.

"Master is amazing." Shirou admired.

"It doesn't matter whether it's a magic sword or a magic sword, a swordsmith who can't control his own sword is not a qualified swordsmith. Little devil, if you want to inherit the name of Qianzi Muramasa, you still have a lot to learn. You and I It is also a fate to meet each other in this world, so work hard."

"Yes, master. By the way, master, why did this knife become a magic knife?"

"Probably because of these black-skinned beasts." The old man casually kicked the corpses on the ground, "Well... the smell of corruption and death, this is not a normal life, but a monster distorted by something, it is them Affected the final quenching, leading the knife to the devil - remember what I said to you before?"

"Remember." Shirou nodded, "Quenching is the life of a swordsmith, and the most critical step in making a sword. Heaven, earth, and people are indispensable."

"That's what's wrong with the 'land'."

"That's it." Shirou's mood dropped.

"I'm very sorry, because we..." Wei Na hurriedly apologized to the master and the apprentice.

"It's nothing. Forging a knife depends on people, and making a knife depends on the sky. It should have become a 'magic knife'. Even without you, there will be other factors interfering." Worldly generosity.

"Hey, is this knife really a failure? The air on it is completely different from other knives."

suddenly opened his mouth.From just now, she has been standing by the knife bucket, staring at the newly fallen "magic knife". Even if her daughter apologized, she still remained motionless.

"The little girl is very beautiful, why doesn't she listen to people's words?" The old man mocked a little bit harshly, "Indeed, this knife is very special, it can cut off both tangible and intangible things with one knife. But I I have already said that it is a magic knife. It is not something that normal life should touch. What else can it be if it is not a failure? If you touch it randomly, you may be backlashed at any time, and you don’t want to be neighbors with death.”

"That's what I want. I've been a neighbor of death for many years, and I'm used to it. If you don't want it, give me the knife. I can feel it calling me."

As Shi Shi said, he stretched out his hand to the magic knife located in the center of the knife barrel, which seemed to be the king of all swords.

The magic knife that was being targeted made an uncharacteristically piercing tremor, and as soon as the finger touched the handle, it was bounced off, leaving a trail of bright red drops rolling down.

(End of this chapter)