I heard that whatever I write will come true [Transmigration Book]

For sword cultivators, the time when their natal sword is completed should be a moment that makes them happier than their own birthdays.

However, at this moment, Feng Muliang found that he had obtained the natal sword that he had been looking forward to for a hundred years, not to mention not having the slightest joy, even the bottom of his heart, which had no intention of jumping for joy, was only filled with deep sadness and loneliness.

He lowered his eyes, and staggered his gaze away from those crimson eyes that were about to go out.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times before he said with some uncontrollable sobs: "Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going where I'm supposed to go."

Mozun responded briskly, but the smile on his face, the moment Feng Muliang lowered his head, seemed to be stretched to the limit, and was directly replaced by exhaustion.He took a deep breath, raised his hand and pressed on the sore forehead, and then continued to say the sentence he had repeated too many times: "You are a sword repairer, all you need to do is look at your sword." Alright, anything else..."

"But you are nothing else." Feng Muliang raised his head fiercely, with three parts of anger and seven parts of grief in his eyes, and he directly refuted this sentence for the first time: "Swords are important, but you let me use the only sword in my life. The soul of my confidant to exchange for this sword, I..."

"To shut up."

Before Feng Muliang finished speaking, he was cut off sharply by the Mozun.

The red eyes that were about to go out also rekindled flames, and he frowned, and he said displeasedly: "You don't know what my situation is, even if I don't help you forge the sword, it's only a matter of time before I disappear .This sword is to accompany you for the rest of your life. If you say something to hurt it again, I..."

"What about you? Can you still hit me?"

Feng Muliang asked calmly.

His voice was very soft, and compared to the heart-piercing one before, it contained more of the silence precipitated by deep grief.

Raising his eyes to meet Shang Mozun's surprised red eyes, Feng Muliang slowly got up.For the first time, he walked towards the man who had been sitting opposite him for a month.

However, after walking a few steps, he found that the distance between the two of them seemed to be fixed by a law, let alone walking to the front. No matter how he moved forward, it didn't change at all.

Feng Muliang frowned a little impatiently, and the speed of his feet speeded up unconsciously.

Perhaps his persistent behavior was too naive, which eased the atmosphere that seemed to be about to be tense.

Mozun's furrowed brows stretched out again, and that standardized smile crept back into his eyes.Shaking his head dumbfounded, he said helplessly, "Hey, this is the last time we meet. Can't you make a good impression on me?"

Feng Muliang paused when he heard this.Finally, he gave up fighting with that never-ending road, and turned his attention back to Mozun's face.

After hesitating for a second, he asked, "When will you disappear?"

"That depends on when you wake up." Demon Venerable said: "If our two consciousnesses are separated from the body, your physical body will die. But now you don't want to wake up, so I am the only one who will help you survive." ah."

As he spoke, the arc of the corner of his mouth widened a lot.Without giving Feng Muliang time to respond, he said in a tone like a daily chat: "I am also very tired like this, and your little friend who does not cultivate immortality has been anxious for a long time. No matter who it is for, you should open your eyes." Bar?"

"But you..."

Before Feng Muliang finished speaking, the scene in front of him was replaced by brighter and brighter light.

Until the light completely illuminated the darkness, the world also changed from the flat lake to the familiar roof.

"Brother Mu Liang? You finally woke up."

He Yufan's voice full of concern rang in his ears, and Feng Muliang shook his eyes twice, and moved his gaze from the roof he had been looking at for a hundred years to his side.

After a while, he raised his hand and pressed his forehead, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled upwards in a slightly gentle arc, and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"I don't know when you lost consciousness. I was already that person when I saw you." He Yufan said, "And you have slept for nearly a day since Jiancheng. Now it is noon of the official competition. It has not been decided who is the champion, brother Mu Liang, you..."

"I'll get up right now."

Feng Muliang seemed to know that the other party wanted to persuade him to take a rest, so before anyone finished speaking, he lifted the quilt and interrupted: "He was the one who supported me before, I have rested long enough, I can’t hold on for so many years and lose at the last blow.”

As he said that, he got up and began to put on his coat.

Seeing this, He Yufan pursed his lips in confusion, but didn't try to persuade him any more.

Feng Muliang dressed very quickly, it took only about a stick of incense, and the three of them returned to the high platform used for sword evaluation together.

In fact, the process of judging swords is quite simple. It is nothing more than trying swords in front of several elders in the cultivation world. If you can reach the level of Qin Wan that day, you can basically get a good result.

Because Feng Muliang passed out after the sword was completed, and because Jianxiu has a rule that the first grip of the natal sword must be his own rule, so in fact, He Yufan only saw it for the first time after Feng Muliang took the sword today. This legendary long sword slaughters all invincible hands in the world.

however……

This sword doesn't seem to be quite the same as the one written in the novel, does it?

There were quite a lot of people queuing up to try their swords, and the three followed at the end of the line from time to time to look up at the effects of others, but they were not in a hurry.

Perhaps it was because He Yufan's probing gaze was too straightforward, after watching the two trials of the sword, Feng Muliang turned his head and smiled at him and said, "Brother He always stares at my sword, what's wrong? "

"No."

He Yufan shook his head.

Uncontrollably looking at the purple-black long sword again, he said honestly with the corners of his mouth: "That's right, I thought it would be a silver-white long sword."

The body of the sword is like snow, and the blade is like cold light.

This is what the "Devil Extinguishing Sword" should look like...

He Yufan added in his heart.

Feng Muliang looked down at the sword with an expression that he had known earlier, and then sighed softly: "Actually, before this competition started, it should be what you said it was in my heart."

He Yufan was taken aback: "Then now..."

"From the moment I forged the sword, I haven't put all my thoughts on the sword for a moment. Even the final finishing touches were done for me. How can this sword respond to me?" Feng Muliang said with a smile on his face. With a hint of bitterness, he tightened his grip on the sword handle, and said, "Brother He, I'm afraid we will miss the promise we made earlier."

He Yufan didn't react for a while when he heard the words, he just asked back: "What promise?"

Feng Muliang shook his head: "This sword has no soul, I won't be the first."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something again. While his eyes were empty, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly leveled off.There was an air of sadness and despair in the whole person, and people didn't dare to disturb anything anymore.

Seeing his state, He Yufan was a little worried, and subconsciously looked back at Huan Chengzhi.

The latter shook his head slightly, and replied to him from the bottom of his heart: "The devil has disappeared."

He Yufan opened his eyes sharply, his lips trembled slightly, and finally he pursed a thin line, and continued to accompany Feng Muliang in line in silence.

It took some time to line up on this road, and it was not until the sunset in the afternoon that Feng Muliang slowly went up to the high platform with his sword in hand.

He Yufan was finally able to spit out what he had been holding back for a long time. He bumped Huan Chengzhi's arm and said in a low voice, "Feng Muliang's sword looks completely different from the demon-killing sword written in my novel."

"I can see it." Huan Chengzhi nodded: "And what he said is right, it is indeed an ordinary sword that can no longer be ordinary."

He Yufan turned around in surprise: "You still know how to look at swords?"

"Of course I won't." Huan Chengzhi said sincerely: "But if it's a good sword, my natal sword will resonate. It's similar to the feeling of finding an opponent. Even Tan Wan's sword I feel a little Weak resonance, but Feng Muliang's... tsk."

He didn't finish his sentence, but there was no need to say anything more, He Yufan understood the meaning of it.

The brows that hadn't been loosened before were twitched in the middle again. Seeing Feng Muliang raised his long sword on the stage in front of him, he couldn't help curling his lips and said, "I think it's good for the Demon Lord to disappear like this..."

The word "worth it" didn't come out of his mouth.

The moment Feng Muliang swung his long sword down, He Yufan felt his heart startled suddenly, his calves trembled and his body swayed at the same time.If it wasn't for Huan Chengzhi's support beside him, he would have fallen to his knees by now.

He Yufan hurriedly turned around to look around as gasps and exclamations sounded one after another.

I saw that on the entire high platform, most of the cultivators were already kneeling on the ground.And the few who are still holding on to their bodies are basically the few who were outstanding in the sword test just now.

He Yufan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Huan Chengzhi who was holding him, and said with a little horror: "Didn't you say this is an ordinary sword?"

"How would I know that it suddenly became abnormal?" Huan Chengzhi's face was as surprised as He Yufan's, he raised his eyes to look at Feng Muliang's position, and after a while, he suddenly pursed his lips and said, "The power of submission. Except for the venerable one, no one else has this strength."

He Yufan was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said with a silly smile: "You mean..."

"Using the soul to forge the sword, the soul and the sword become one." Huan Chengzhi smiled: "This sword is much stronger than that for destroying demons."

He Yufan nodded, and the dark clouds that had been suppressed in his heart finally dissipated completely.He paused, then asked again: "Then will I still be able to see Demon Lord in the future?"

"That's not certain." Huan Chengzhi shook his head and said, "The sword spirit is so miraculous that even the sword cultivator himself may not be able to perceive him, let alone outsiders."

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At this time, on the sword judging stage.

Feng Muliang looked at the long sword in his hand, the shock on his face was no less than that of everyone in the audience.

The hands holding the sword trembled uncontrollably. When he was so excited that he could hardly hold the sword, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind——

"Idiot. How could the sword I forged not be number one?"