Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 702 Rebuilding the Chivalrous Bone

Here, Tie Zi and Wuming were already very satisfied with the result, but Liang Mu was very upset.

"How picky is that broken skeleton, he doesn't even like my sword?"

After receiving the news from the two, Liang Mu cursed Sword Bone Moluo in displeasure.

Tiezi and Wuming were so frightened that they hurriedly closed the shop door, for fear of being overheard by Sword Bone Moluo.

"Mr. Liang, how about you improve it?"

"Yes, Mr. Liang, I think it's only a little bit close."

After this incident, Tiezi and Wuming's attitude towards Liang Mu changed again.

Even the name has changed.

After hearing what the two said, Liang Mu shook his head secretly.

It is only a little short, but sometimes it is not as easy as imagined to cross this point.

Everyone wants to go one step further.

But it is this step, sometimes it is necessary to overthrow all the previous processes.

"Don't bother me, let me think alone."

Liang Mu locked himself in the study.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

The days passed day by day, but Liang Mu never left the customs.

And these days, Sword Bone Mo Luo still comes every day.

But in Tiezi's blacksmith shop, no more works were sent for display.

Sword Bone Mo Luo seemed very dissatisfied with this, and directly threatened all the swordsmiths that if they didn't see the works of Tiezi's master and apprentice for a day, they would double their arrests and leave.

From the original one a day, doubled to two a day!
As soon as this news came out, everyone in Zhujian Town was in danger.

Invisibly, they also vented their anger on Apostle Tiezi.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Tiezi, open the door!"

"Why hasn't there been any movement these days?!"

"You're trying to hurt us on purpose, aren't you?!"

Violent knocks on the door and angry questioning sounded into the store.

These swordsmiths seemed to have forgotten the compliments and flattery that Tiezi and the apostles had said that day when they saved the town.

"Oh! Mortals, what a bunch of humble creatures."

Dongji Xingjun sneered.

As for Tiezi and Wuming, they had no choice but to hide in the store.

At the same time, anxiously waiting for Liang Mu to leave the customs.

On the other hand, Liang Mu has actually written quite a few books.

Without exception, they are all books about the knowledge of sword casting.

While writing the book, Liang Mu was sorting out the knowledge in his mind.

But as to how to make further progress, there is still no clue.

Apart from the extra books on the table, there was the hair that Liang Mu had torn from the top of his head in the past few days.

"Oh! I have no thoughts at all!"

Liang Mu pulled his hair irritably.

Throwing the pen away, staring at the ceiling, he stared blankly.

The movement outside the door in his ears made him even more irritated.

With Liang Mu's hearing ability, how could he not be able to hear the sound from outside?
Of course, he also knew the words left by Sword Bone Moro in the square.

And Sword Bone Mo Luo's words undoubtedly put Tie Zi and Wuming on the fire.

It even drove Liang Mu to a dead end.

At this time, he cursed even more: "Sword Bone Moluo, you shameless bastard!"

When he was extremely depressed, he still couldn't write down the name of Sword Bone Mara on the white paper.

"I'll draw a circle and curse you!"

Liang Mu gritted his teeth, and used a pen to scribble on Sword Bone Moluo's name.

But as he was scribbling, Liang Mu's pen suddenly stopped on a single word.

bone!
"bone"

Liang Mu stared blankly at the bone characters, and a line of poetry popped up in his mind——

[Chivalrous bone can't be found for thousands of years, green blood and red leaves drunk with autumn wind].

This is the poem inscribed on the wooden sword that Liang Mu presented to Yashayan when he was in Wucheng.

When thinking about the past, the appearance of Yasha Yan came to Liang Mu's mind.

At the same time, Liang Mu also recalled the mood when he forged the wooden sword.

At that time, he had no distracting thoughts, but simply wanted to make a wooden sword.

Therefore, even though what he made in the end was just a harmless wooden sword, Liang Mu was still in a happy mood.

It's not like now, making swords with a heavy mission.

Under heavy pressure, it is a ghost to be able to make a good sword!

In an instant, the gloom in Liang Mu's heart was swept away.

He got up and opened the door.

"Mr. Liang!"

"You finally came out!"

The moment Liang Mu appeared, Tie Zi and his disciples were so excited that they almost burst into tears.

But Liang Mu didn't speak, just walked to the sword casting platform alone.

Then, he stretched out his hand to the sword casting platform.

"Mr. Liang, what is this?"

Tiezi and Wuming were taken aback for a moment, a guess appeared in their hearts, but they couldn't believe it.

Until they saw Liang Mu live and start the stove skillfully.
Only then did I realize that I seemed to have guessed correctly.

Liang Mu really wants to make a sword by himself!
On the other side, Liang Mu maintained his pure state of mind.

I don't have any other thoughts in my mind, I just add materials to the sword casting platform as I like.

"Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong dong—"

"Hey-"

When the fire is extinguished, when the mist dissipates.
Lying on the sword-forging platform was a long sword with a strange shape.

At first glance, the blade of the sword is red, like copper and wood.

But when you look closely, you can see the sharp and cold light flowing on the sword.

"Mr. Liang, what kind of sword is this?"

Tie Zi and Wu Ming curiously observed the thing like a wooden sword on the table.

"Chivalrous."

Liang Mu left these words lightly, then turned and went back to the study.

Only Tiezi and Wuming were left looking at each other.

"Chivalrous?"

"What a strange name."

"I always think it's a woman's name."

How did the two of them know that Liang Mu's original intention of creating this sword was to commemorate the pure feelings of Wu Chengshi.

It is also entrusting the yearning for Yashayan in this sword.

"Master, there seems to be a poem on it!"

"Really, let me think about it"

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The master and apprentice looked at the poem on the sword for a long time, and then realized embarrassingly that they were illiterate and could not understand what was written on it.

And Liang Mu was obviously tired and went to rest, so the two of them didn't dare to disturb Liang Mu.

Then it seems that there is only one person in this room who can ask for advice.

"Hmph! If you let me read it, wouldn't I lose face?"

Dongji Xingjun, who saw the two people's thoughts, refused before the two could speak.

"Brother Dongji, you can't understand it, can you?"

Wuming's innocent eyes made Mr. Dongji Xing unable to sit still.

"Who said Ben Xingjun can't understand!"

Dongji Xingjun angrily walked to the long sword, pointed at it and read aloud: "The chivalrous bone has been missing for thousands of years, and the green blood and red leaves are drunk with the autumn wind!
The chivalrous bone has been missing for thousands of years, the green blood and red leaves are drunk with the autumn wind!
The chivalrous bone has been missing for thousands of years, the green blood and red leaves are drunk with the autumn wind!
Now tell me, can I understand? ! "

As if afraid of being despised, Mr. Dongji Xing read the above poem three times in a row.

At the same time, the heartstrings of a certain woman in red in space trembled suddenly.

(End of this chapter)