technical type

In the next few days, Ji Mo seriously worked on the sword casting, step by step to repair the ideal sword shape, quenching and sharpening, and sharpening the blade. The ideal Jianguang, but Ji Mo didn't show a smile on his face.

A line of crimson seems to be due to a slight error in the time when it was hit by the metal solution at the beginning. A little light red was washed to the top, becoming a light red wave near the hilt, just in front of the gauntlet, undulating like a slight wave .

The slender sword body can be the thinnest in this era. No matter how thin it is, it is either brittle or easy to break. This is the case. Due to the length of the sword body, if you flick it lightly, it seems that you can see the slight tremor of the sword tip , in use, it can also be imagined that this sword is harder than a soft sword and softer than a hard sword. If a certain proportion of ore that increases flexibility is not added, it may be difficult to guarantee that there will be no problems when using it.

That's it, how long it will last remains to be seen.

"It's been pretty good."

Master Kong nodded slightly, took the long sword, and tried to shake out two sword flowers. It was indeed difficult to control, but if he controlled it well, he might not be able to win by surprise.

Thinking of Mrs. Ji who lived in the inner house and didn't leave home, the other party probably didn't need to use the sword to deal with anyone. The appearance of this sword was gorgeous enough to be seen.

At the sharp point, he looked at the blade carefully, it was very good, better than expected.

"Ah."

Ji Mo nodded. He didn't mean to be complacent about this sentence of approval. He should have been very happy. However, when he saw the red light and thought of the life hidden in it, he couldn't laugh at all.

[Main task: Swordsmith. 】

[Current task: professional knowledge learning - (91/100)]

A sword adds a bit of professional knowledge, which is the privilege only given to the first sword, and if it is added later, it may not be a sword with a little bit more. Looking back on the experience of the last world, Ji Mo understands it very well, it seems very The few "9" points may take nine years, or even ten or twenty years to accumulate, which is a long process.

He was obviously very anxious before, but at this moment, he has calmed down like never before. Ji Mo is going to use 20 years to collect the last "9" points.

In the afternoon, after bidding farewell to Master Kong, Ji Mo returned to the small courtyard with a sword early, and Aunt Ji was chanting scriptures at the back. At this time, she has always been immersed in the scriptures. She gains enough peace to ignore time.

Ji Mo held the long sword, and he also made the leather scabbard by himself. He chose a beautiful white leather. The rubies inlaid on it are arranged like plum blossoms, which are more colorful after frost, and more fragrant after snow. Looking for fragrance in the world.

He felt that Aunt Ji's character was like a plum blossom, she should have the attitude of frost and snow, even if the wind blows and rains, even if the flames are scorching, she can still stand upright in the wind and snow in the end, facing the new round of wind knife frost calmly The sword is pressing.

Feihong took a picture, leaving behind that incomparable redness and that momentary indelible light. This is what he thought before, and he thought it well. However, when a human life has been hidden in this sword After that, he didn't know how to put his ideals on it.

Kneeling on the futon, with the long sword on his knees, he didn't kneel down, but looked up at the compassionate Bodhisattva who seemed to be looking down and smiling. If there were gods and Buddhas, what should he think when facing such a sword?

With a "plop", his knee hit the floor tiles with a crisp sound. Ji Mo turned his head and saw Baishi kneeling beside him. He bent down and kowtowed several times in a row, as if to say to the Buddha statue and to Ji Mo : "It's all my fault, I just don't want to let the master's painstaking efforts go to waste, at that time——we can't delay."

Yes, there was no time at that time. I didn't expect that Master Kong would suddenly propose a human sacrifice. In such a short time, it would have been time to draw out the metal solution...

"I'm a sword slave. I was born to forge famous swords. I have selfishness, so I invest in others. Next time..."

Baishi continued talking, as if he was about to say that he would plunge into the shaft furnace next time, but was interrupted by Ji Mo: "There is no next time, and there will never be a next time. Next time, prepare cattle and sheep in advance. If you must In the eyes of ghosts and gods, what is the difference between us and cattle and sheep? I must give it a try. If it succeeds, the sword slaves in the future will only assist in making swords and will not be sacrificed."

"The master is kind!"

Baishi didn't get up either, turned around on the ground, and kowtowed deeply to Ji Mo. This time, his head didn't knock, but tears flowed from his eyes. During seven years, especially nearly a year of being together day and night, he saw He understands what kind of master Ji Mo is, and also understands that the other party is sincere in these words, even for this moment of sincerity, he will be grateful.

Her throat was choked up, she couldn't seem to say how many words, she just lay down there and wept silently, and after a while the tears wet the ground to form a few broken flowers.

"I don't blame you for this matter, get up."

With a long sigh, Ji Mo thought, he couldn't blame anyone, that's how they were educated, as if someone told you that you were born a slave, you should throw yourself into the fire to die, so, should you do it or not?They are all victims.

The resentment in his heart was still suffocated, but he couldn't vent it to Baishi. Ji Mo heard the movement behind him, it seemed that Aunt Ji got up, so he hurriedly stood up.

When Aunt Ji saw the long sword in his hand, the white scabbard inlaid with rubies was so beautiful that it made people think of the beautiful artistic conception of stepping on the snow and looking for plums, "Is this the sword you forged? Can it be named? "

"The name of the sword is Feihong. If it flies like a rainbow, take a picture with it. This sword is a female sword. I made it for my aunt, and I hope she likes it."

Ji Mo hesitated, but still passed the sword with both hands.

Aunt Ji took the sword and looked at it carefully. The long sword was out of its sheath. The bright crimson color was reminiscent of its name, and it complemented each other perfectly. Ming, like the sound of the wind, fell in an instant, directly cutting off a piece of the handrail, the cut surface was smooth, without any faults.

"Well, it's a good sword."

Returning the sword into its sheath, Aunt Ji's eyes were filled with satisfaction. It was the first time Ji Mo saw her wield a sword. Although that move was simple, it was also sharp, unlike her usual compassion and kindness.

"Auntie likes it?" Ji Mo had already seen the satisfied look in Aunt Ji's eyes, but still insisted on asking an answer.

Aunt Ji smiled: "I like it. Mo'er wanted to give it to me as a gift for her first sword. Of course I like it, even if this sword has already taken human life."

Ji Mo was surprised, his eyes met Aunt Ji's calm eyes, and the other party actually saw through the entanglement in his heart, so he didn't hide it immediately, and asked directly: "Auntie has long known about the sword sacrifice of flesh and blood, and that the sword is for human sacrifice. , why didn't you remind me earlier?"

In that way, he can prepare cattle and sheep to replace each other early, and no one will die because of the sword sacrifice.

Aunt Ji looked at Ji Mo, and sighed in her heart. This compassionate temperament is also like a younger brother. Thinking of this, her eyes softened a little, "Do you know why people need to be employed for the sword sacrifice?"

"I don't know." Ji Mo said angrily, of course he can think of some reasons, some of the reasons they think, human beings are the primates of all things, and they sacrifice swords with human beings, maybe they will think that this will make the sword tainted with spirituality and be different?

For example, the general Mo Xie, the husband and wife sacrifice their swords, and the swords become husband and wife.

"What do you think is a sword?" Aunt Ji looked at the long sword in her hand again, looking at it minute by minute, as if she could see the traces of thousands of years of tempering, and the process of growing from nothing, she couldn't stop thinking. Lifting it up, before Ji Mo could answer, he continued, "Sword is a murder weapon. No matter how beautiful it is, no matter how famous it is, it cannot be changed. It is a murder weapon to reap lives. Since it is a murder weapon, it should be sacrificed with blood...The most murderous thing is to kill people. Sacrifice to each other can increase fierceness and please ghosts and gods."

This statement is completely different from what I thought!Ji Mo was surprised. He looked at Aunt Ji, but only saw her side face which was not seriously disfigured. A strand of broken hair fell down her temples and covered her ears. She felt a little more demure, and even the hideous scars were no longer too scary.

"You don't want to sacrifice your life with the sword, so how can you bear to forge a murderous sword?"

Aunt Ji put the sword back into the sheath again, held the sword in her hand, looked back at Ji Mo, and asked softly, "So, do you want to continue making swords?"

"Cast!" Ji Mo replied without hesitation, and he was also firm in his heart that must be changed, "Yes, the sword is a murder weapon, and it must injure and kill people, but the person holding the sword can choose to kill those A guilty person is protected by killing, or kills for no reason. The sword I want to forge is a sword that scares the wicked. This kind of sword should not be stained with the blood of innocent people, and it should not be dusted."

Of course you have to forge swords, of course you have to become a swordsmith, but even being a swordsmith doesn't mean you have to ignore human life.

"People are different, so are swords. My sword-making technique does not require people to sacrifice swords. The sword I (cast) is a weapon of murder, but it is also protection."

The golden voice was so loud, it should be deafening, Aunt Ji looked at Ji Mo, this child is still different, completely different from his younger brother.

Raising her hand to pat him on the shoulder, there seemed to be a kind of power in that thin body that made people look at him. Aunt Ji looked at him, tears seemed to glisten in her eyes, "Starting tomorrow, Master Kong will not come again. Alright. Your second sword, have you thought about it yet?"

"...Well." I don't know why the topic changed suddenly, but Ji Mo still replied, "I have already thought about it, I want to forge an epee. The sword, I hope it is named Juque, blunt and heavy, hard and hard, the sword energy is ten thousand miles flat, and the life and death of thousands of soldiers can be swayed by the sword..."

He still remembered when he met Master Kong for the first time, the other party sang a heroic song, even without music to accompany him, he was full of arrogance, such a spirit should have such a sword, but it's a pity that he still doesn't have much talent in naming. Being able to steal the name of a famous sword, I hope this name will not be insulted.

"Ju Que? Good name." Aunt Ji nodded slightly. With such a name, I don't know what kind of sword it is to make up for this "lack".