Retirement has to support a man [Comprehensive]

Watching An Ding and Niaowei cut black, fearing that the world will not be chaotic, they didn't know about Honmaru, so everyone came to a wave of information sharing.

Then, when facing Quanhon Marutsu's accusing eyes of "you have a wild man outside", Lu Weiming sighed and explained to them helplessly.

"I just saw some rare and good materials, and suddenly my hands were itchy."

She held up the necklace in her hand.

"The teeth of the demon clan, I haven't tried to use this forging before."

It is not that Lu Weiming has never taken over better materials. The number of peerless sharp weapons in her hands is unknown, but most of them are given away by her.And since she retired, she has never made a sword again.

At the beginning of the creek and cloud, the sun sinks into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building【1】.

When she first forged the stream cloud and mountain rain, it was a natural vision, and she also felt the spirituality hidden in it when she used them a few times later.

It was later that Xiyun gave it to Jian Chi, and Shan Yu gave it to Dao Mad.

Given that these two people love swords like they love their wives and children, I don't know if Xiyun and Shanyu will give birth to weapon spirits.

However, according to Fu Sangshen's experience, they are more similar to the master who has had himself and lived with him day and night than the knife maker who created them who they call their father.

Thinking about it this way, Lu Weiming could actually draw some images of streams, clouds and mountains in his mind based on the character traits of Jian Chi and Dao Kuan.

"So the master will forge a new sword and use it as a saber?"

Leaving aside the issue of the 'wild man' for the time being, Fu Sangshen are more concerned about the saber issue.

As fusangshen, the sword is their body. While enjoying personal freedom, they also lose the right to accompany and protect the master.

Although Lu Weiming wants to make the sword himself, the material is foreign. Without the inducement of current affairs, it should be impossible to give birth to Fusangshen. At that time, Lu Weiming is likely to use the sword that does not have Fusangshen as his own weapon.

Even though Lu Weiming kept a low profile, no one in Honmaru doubted Lu Weiming's strength.

The weapon chooses the owner, that is because the value of the weapon itself exceeds the person who wants to hold it.And when the powerful light of a person can compete with the sun, even if the weapon is eager to be used, the other party may not buy it.

Lu Weiming had never used any weapons before, and they could still bear it.But if Lu Weiming showed any willingness to hold a weapon at this time, then they would not be able to suppress their desire to be used.

Faced with Fu Sangshen's eyes that were about to burst into flames, Lu Weiming shook his head.

"I was just having an itch for skills, and suddenly I had a very novel idea and wanted to try it out. Since I used Sesshomaru's deciduous teeth, forging them should be more suitable for him. I haven't used a weapon for many years. It should not be used again in the future.”

Lu Weiming plucked the strings of the guqin on the table, and the elegant sound seemed to create invisible transparent ripples in the air.

Since she was 17 years old and determined to do that, she has never held any weapon in her hands.

The sharp weapon of the magic weapon may show the courage of the moment, relieve the worries of the moment, and enjoy the speed of the moment.

But after all, it is a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

But too many people seem to love to pursue their own strength, forgetting to pay attention to the world, and forgetting their original thoughts, just like her second senior brother.

In her late memory, it seemed that only by giving him a magic weapon would he be happy for a while.

He blindly pursued his own strength, and took her rhetoric at the time as a joke.I don't know if he saw it later, the realization of the rhetoric that he thought was a joke.

After all, she had spent 50 years pursuing an idea he thought was impossible.

Knowing that Lu Weiming just had an itchy hand, after casting the sword, he would send it to Sesshomaru. Although it felt weird, the Fusangshen were very satisfied and no longer entangled.

It's just that everyone who thought that Lu Weiming would be in a hurry to make swords found out that Lu Weiming should do what he should do. Lu Weiming sent him off to school again. After waiting for two days, he didn't find that Lu Weiming had any preparations to make swords. Fusang The gods are all guessing whether Lu Weiming, who said before that his hands were itchy, suddenly lost interest.

Amidst the doubts of the Fusangshen, Lu Weiming rode a bicycle on the way to school at lightning speed.

"No! Help!"

Lu Weiming, who abruptly drove the bicycle with the feeling of drifting, stopped with a beautiful sudden brake. Looking at the boy on the street who was being chased by a Chihuahua until his tears were about to burst into tears, Lu Weiming was suddenly amused.

The boy ran past Lu Weiming not far away, tripped over his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot.

Because he was afraid of being chased and bitten by the fierce Chihuahua behind him, the panicked teenager covered his head with his hands on the ground, ignoring the surprise that he didn't feel pain when he fell to the ground for a second.

After two seconds without hearing the dog barking, the boy dared to look up at the situation in front of him.

The originally fierce Chihuahua is obediently lying at a person's feet.

Looking up again, he saw Lu Weiming's smiling face.

"It's you! A few days ago, some senior sisters who entered the school ahead of me."

But a few seconds earlier, the other party arrived at the school safely, and he was beaten up by the senior Yunque. The impression was deep, so the boy recognized Lu Weiming at a glance.

"Good morning."

Lu Weiming pushed the bicycle to the boy's side, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the boy's fluffy and soft hair.

In Lu Weiming's eyes, the other party is like a shivering cub with wet and clean eyes in an unfriendly world.

Even a Chihuahua can see his anxiety and fear chasing and roaring at him. How will such a teenager be bullied in a more complicated human world?

"Strong perception is a good thing to a certain extent, it can help you avoid disasters, but don't be afraid of all unkindness, try to face it bravely, always avoiding can't make you stronger."

Rubbing the opponent's head again, Lu Weiming got on the bike and left.The red-faced boy hurriedly got up from the ground and chased after him, shouting out of breath while running.

"Senior! My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi! What's your name, Senior?"

The boy named Tsunayoshi Sawada followed Lu Weiming's bicycle all the way to the school, and finally lost Lu Weiming's trace at the school gate.

He was sweating from exhaustion, and when he saw the skylark standing at the door, he broke into a cold sweat from fright.

Come late every day and get beaten up.This incident seems to have become a daily routine for Sawada Tsunayoshi.

But Hibari Migong didn't seem to intend to beat him up today.When seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi, the other party just glanced at the other party lightly, and then urged impatiently.

"One minute left."

There is still 1 minute left!

Discovering the amazing fact that he was not late, Tsunayoshi Sawada belatedly realized that apart from accidentally falling down the stairs and being chased by a chihuahua, he did not fall or have any accidents today.

He walked to the school very happily, lamenting in his heart that when his luck was particularly good today, he stumbled and fell to the ground one step away from the school gate while the school bell rang.

Before the pain from the body subsided, Tsunayoshi Sawada heard a cold voice.

"Late, bite and kill."

Sure enough, he still couldn't escape the fate of being late.

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[1] "East Tower of Xianyang City" by Xu Hun, a poet of the Tang Dynasty