How did the promised redemption villain become marriage first and love later?

When Cang Xiu joined the Sword Sect, his master discovered that he had a talent higher than others, and he also had a different understanding of sword casting than others.

But even so, it is not as simple as imagined for Sword Soul to recognize others as the master.

The spirit sword cannot be smelted, and the sword soul cannot be refined.

Except for him, no one else could pull the sword out of the scabbard at all.

Several times, Cang Xiu fell into a dead end.

It just so happened that this time it was the day of the sword sect's annual martial arts competition. In previous years, brothers who did not have swords were not eligible to participate in this competition, but this year it seems that the rules have been changed. As long as they hold a sword, they can compete on stage.

If you win the first place, you will have the opportunity to become the master's personal disciple.

For the disciples of Jianzong, this is something that cannot be expected.

Therefore, Chaoyang naturally also signed up.

After signing up, he did not forget to say to Cang Xiu: "Even if I don't have a sword, I will definitely do my best to let Master see me more."

Cang Xiu didn't understand why so many people had so much obsession with being a direct disciple, but what he didn't know was that he was easily selected by the master as a direct disciple, something that no one could envy.

Even if Chaoyang wanted to go, there must be something attractive about this place.

But Chaoyang went to the competition site, if he took a sword casually, he might be beaten down by his senior brother in the first round of the competition.

He did not want.

I don't want to see the sun go down.

Then Cangxiu read a lot of ancient books, and finally found a few words about the transformation of the sword soul.

The general idea is: "Refine the blood of the deity and throw it into the smelting pool together with the transferred objects. Although the spirit sword will not be damaged in the smelting pool, it will also change your preferences."

Naturally, there is no mention of how much blood the deity needs, or how many times it needs to be smelted.

But Cangxiu tried it under such uncertain circumstances.

Tried many times and almost put my life in it.

But he succeeded.

No one knows how he succeeded.

Shen Xitang saw it clearly.

He cut his wrist again and again, and the blood that flowed out dripped on Chaoyang's objects, from jade pendants to purses. Finally, there were nothing left. Cangxiu took out the silk shirt that Chaoyang gave him at that time.

Finally, during this smelting, his spirit sword no longer had any reaction to him.

He couldn't pull the scabbard of the spirit sword from the scabbard.

Although Xiaogouzi has his own life, eats and drinks in Jianzong, and is even a direct disciple of the master, but his character is still cowardly.

He wants to be good to everyone who is good to him, even at the expense of his life.

When he came out of the smelting pool, Cang Xiu was pale and staggered.

He wanted to find Chaoyang quickly, because the day of the martial arts competition was just these two days.

Chaoyang can use these two days to familiarize himself with this sword.

However, when he arrived outside Jingxiu's resting place in Chaoyang, he clearly felt that there were many disciples in Chaoyang's room, and there were even laughter.

I only heard Chaoyang say: "Hahahaha, do you really think that I am willing to be friends with that little beggar? I just think he is the master's direct disciple, he has some skills, and I want him to make me a personal weapon."

"I didn't expect that he would be so useless that he couldn't even make a weapon. The day of the competition is just around the corner. I heard that the little beggar went to the smelting pool and didn't come out for several days. I hope he made me a weapon." A sword that is unparalleled in the world."

"So, Mr. Chaoyang, you deliberately said in front of the little beggar last time that the Sword Making Department didn't have a sword you like, so you wanted the little beggar to make it for you?"

"Hey~ The little beggar can't make it, so I will naturally ask the master. At that time, my sword will not be made by the little beggar, but the master helped to integrate it. You are talking about the sky and the earth, which brother has used the master to build it? Sword!"

"Mr. Chaoyang is still thoughtful. If I had your wit, I wouldn't look down on this little beggar outside the gate of the recruiting ceremony that day."

With Cang Xiu outside, he could hear what was said clearly.

He thought, it turns out that there is really no one who treats him wholeheartedly in this world. He just wanted to repay Chaoyang's care for him back then, but he didn't expect that everything turned out to be Chaoyang's scheme.

The pale little face has turned from joy to disappointment just now, because his wrist has been cut too many times, and now he only needs to move it casually, and it will bleed.

This kindness, he can be regarded as repaying, right?

With that in mind, he left.

Not long after, at the martial arts competition, Chaoyang was kicked off the ring by his brother with a sword because he didn't have a weapon in hand.

Unbearable to be humiliated, Chaoyang came to the other side of Jingxiu's residence, Cangxiu's resting place.

He kicked Cang Xiu's door open, and his eyes were full of anger: "Cang Xiu, didn't you want to make me a sword that suits me! It's time for the martial arts competition, where is this sword!"

Cang Xiu was lying on the couch resting for an unknown number of days. He slept in a drowsy state, probably because he had lost too much blood, and his whole body became extremely weak.

Before Chaoyang entered the door, he never thought that Cang Xiu would become like this, but he was really taken aback, and then asked: "How did you become like this?"

Cang Xiu turned his back, didn't look at Chaoyang, but said: "The sword is on top of the wooden table."

After all, he didn't say anything.

Chaoyang turned his head and saw a sword on the table, his eyes were moved, but in the end he chose not to say anything, took the sword and left.

The Lingjian changed hands from Cangxiu to Chaoyang, which became the most talked about topic of Jianzong after dinner.

Even Master came to ask Cang Xiu why he did this and how he did it.

Cang Xiu was honest and told Master how to make it, but he didn't say why he did it.

The master was stunned for a moment, with mixed emotions in his eyes: "Cangxiu, do you know how much this will hurt your vitality, the spirit sword recognizes you, naturally there is something it recognizes in your body, but you..."

"It's okay, master, if there is the first sword, there will be the second sword. I believe that I can also forge my own sword." Cang Xiu smiled weakly.

After Chaoyang possessed Cangxiu's spirit sword, every move in the sword sect was much better than his brothers at the same time.

"Hmph, isn't it just taking the sword made for you by your own disciple, what's so great about it?"

"Brother, be careful not to update it in time. This is not a sword forged by his own disciple, but his own. It is a spiritual sword. Can it be stronger?"

"If you have a sword, you won't take us seriously. Is there such a person in this world?"

"Bah, dogs see things that are inferior to people!"

Many disciples look down on Chaoyang at all. In their eyes, Chaoyang is a hypocrite who took advantage of others.

When these words reached Chaoyang's ears, he was so angry that he immediately threw the spirit sword on the ground, "Whoever relies on this broken sword, I can beat you to death!"

After a while, there were several fights in the sect. Although the situation did not develop in a serious direction, Chaoyang still found Cangxiu, threw the spirit sword in front of him, and said angrily: "Who Give it to anyone who wants it, I don't want your broken sword!"

With that said, he staggered away.

Cang Xiu looked at the spirit sword lying on the ground, and the wound on his wrist that had already healed began to ache.

He knelt down and picked up the spirit sword.

After looking at it carefully for a while, the sword was no longer his sword, the scabbard was inlaid with gold, how could there be gold in his sword.

Everything has changed.

Naturally, Spirit Sword would not recognize him as its master.

After a long time, more and more things in the sect began to secretly smelt other people's spirit swords to become their own, and many disciples even died because of it.

Jianzong was in chaos.

Master was furious: "Cangxiu, did you spread this matter!"

Cang Xiu was terrified, knelt down on the ground, and said, "Master, this disciple has never told anyone about this except you."

"You mean, what I said?" Master looked at Cang Xiu, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Cang Xiu hurriedly kowtowed and said, "No, master, that's not what Cang Xiu meant. I don't know why so many senior brothers are going to smelt other people's spirit swords. The success of this disciple is only because of a moment of luck."

"Oh," the master sneered, "I don't know about other teachers, but I know that your ability to transform the sword soul is really first-rate."

"Master, I'm really not a disciple..."

"Here, try this sword."

Before he finished speaking, a sword fell from the sky in front of Cang Xiu. He glanced blankly at the master, but it could be seen from his firm eyes that it was really the master's instruction.

"Master..."

"This is an ancient divine sword. Ever since Jianzong obtained it, no one has been able to unsheath it. Aren't you very powerful? Let's see if he can change hands and unsheath himself."

The greed in Master's eyes was revealed.

Everyone wants to obtain the Ancient Excalibur, owning it equals several levels of combat power.

Ask who doesn't want to make themselves stronger.

Cang Xiu accepted the sword in embarrassment, and could only kowtow and say, "Yes, Master Sword."

For a very, very long period of time, Cang Xiu had been splitting up the sword soul of the ancient divine sword in the smelting pool.

But this is an ancient divine sword, a divine sword that no one can pull out, how could it be smelted so easily?

Cang Xiu looked through many books, but he couldn't find any information about the ability of the ancient sword to be differentiated.

He really couldn't change the owner of the Ancient Excalibur.

When he was about to give up, he turned around and saw Master standing on the other side of the smelting pool, his eyes were full of obsession with the sword.

Master must really want this sword to be his own.

Finally, some cracks appeared on the ancient sword that had been smelted for more than a month.

Looking at the crack, Cang Xiu had some doubts in his heart, but in the end he didn't choose to ask.

He took blood from the master and asked, "Master, who is the user of the ancient sword, and is there anything left?"

"No, this sword is already thousands of years ago." Master said, "Thousands of years ago, there is nothing left except this sword."

This is difficult for Cang Xiu.

The master who wants to change the sword must use a medium. Now there is no medium, how can it be changed?