[Jian San] Zhuang Hua is happy to be a father

"Are you tired?" Ye Boqiu, who was bumped into his waist by his grandson's soft bun face and big eyes, was full of love, and asked very kindly, and ordered someone to bring Ye Xingtian a high-leg chair and put it on the sword. On the edge of the stage, "Come on, you are short, sit and watch!"

Ye Xingtian blinked his eyes, and said sweetly: "Thank you Uncle Master!"

"Be good~" Ye Boqiu's grandfather's heart melted in an instant~ Really good~

Ye Ningqiu, who came down from the refining platform to get something, accidentally saw this scene, and his face was bloody——Where did you get the chair from the sword cottage? !Don't all the children who come to learn how to forge swords want to fuck themselves to death? !When did the sword casting disciple get into the chair? !

While casting the sword, Ye Boqiu explained various points to Ye Xingtian, because he was just a beginner, so he didn't need to talk too much - if he talked too much, he couldn't remember, and after listening to it, he would forget the previous part, and the gain would not be worth the loss.

After forging and forging, Ye Xingtian's black iron sword was forged at noon the next day.

It was an epee.

The heavy sword looks simple, but it is actually more difficult to cast than the light sword-because there is a center of gravity problem.As long as there is a slight deviation in the middle or there is a slight imbalance between the left and right, it will cause serious heaviness.Because of its own weight, the epee itself has extremely high requirements on the strength of the wrist. If the balance is not right, it will cause great pressure on the wrist, and whether it will hurt the hands or the body is not mentioned for the time being. Few people can handle this kind of unbalanced epee. live.

Therefore, as long as the direction of the epee sword deviates, the sword will be considered useless.

This sword has no edge, and its style is very simple. It is an ordinary sword without the slightest pattern. Apart from its heavy weight as an epee, it can only be said to be a rough sword blank.

Ye Boqiu gave this "sword" to Ye Xingtian, and said gently: "Give it a name."

Ye Xingtian thought for a while, and said happily: "How about... let's call it the Steel Fierce Sword!"

"Okay, even the steel fierce sword." Ye Boqiu laughed loudly: "Now, it's yours."

"Thank you, Master Uncle!" Ye Xingtian held the ugly epee happily, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.He quickly took off the epee on his body, and put the steel fierce sword on his back, as if he had changed into a new suit, he dangled around in the sword hut.

"..." Ye Poqiu...

Ye Boqiu regretted it subtly - if he had known that the child liked it so much, he should have made the sword look better.At that time, he was afraid that the little guy would receive too much useless information and be misled, so he didn't dare to add any decorations, it was just an ordinary sword.

Ye Boqiu couldn't see Ye Xingtian's embarrassment in the sword hut, so he quickly called him back, threw him a rough black iron sword blank, and said: "Go to the small sword furnace and play for yourself, try it The feeling of forging a sword.

—Smash it flat for me! "

"Ah!" Ye Xingtian was already eager to try, and when he received the letter, he responded with bright eyes, and ran to the small sword stove with the black iron sword blank.

- light a fire - heat up - hit!

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!when!when!when!

- An ordinary sword blank, it took Ye Xingtian three and a half days to finally shape it into a sword shape - the volume was directly reduced by one-third.

After barely meeting the requirements, he took the blank sword to Ye Poqiu, looked at him eagerly, with a little pride on his face, wishing he could just write 'Praise me'!

...As one of the few master swordsmiths in the world, Ye Poqiu is naturally unwilling to take a look at this kind of rubbish that can tell a hundred kinds of faults at a glance, but who makes the caster a beginner? Where's the cub?He is still his own little boy in charge.

Ye Boqiu sighed, looked at the little guy's proud face, patted his head, and praised him with satisfaction: "——Good job!" Made it into an extremely exquisite palm-sized meteor and gave it to Ye Xingtian.

Ye Boqiu said: "This thing is called Boleyun, and I gave you this thousand-mile horse."

Ye Xingtian almost went crazy holding Bole Yule, so he ran to the West Lake and blew in the middle of the night. The sound of the meteor falling like crying and complaining of desolation made the disciples in the villa think it was haunted, and many timid disciples were scared to cry up.

When Ye Mingwei, the head of the nursing home, found him bravely in Xunsheng, West Lake, his face was so dark that water dripped out, and the guarding disciples patrolling behind him also gritted their teeth——

"Why don't you play the flute in the middle of the night?! Another flute is better than it!"

The hidden sword disciple who caught the culprit finally went crazy...

——Anyway, the flute is festive!When everyone heard it, they knew that they were insane, Yaxing had a big fit in the middle of the night, don't be afraid, what the hell is Chuiyun? ! T^T

——I hate those who play the flute and play the erhu at night!

Ye Mingwei whispered in his ear: "...baby boy, next time I catch you hanging out at night and not sleeping, my brother will beat you!" As he said, he pressed him on his lap and slapped his buttocks. Hot Pot Stickers...

"...＠x＠!" Ye Xingtian...

"...Woo...Siji..."

"Shut up! Don't cry! If you cry again, I'll beat you!"

"……Well……"

Then Ye Xingtian was carried by Ye Mingwei like a sack and thrown back into the sword hut.Since then, Ye Xingtian has nothing to do and never dared to go out in the middle of the night to disturb the people and be a monster. Every time he thinks about going out, he can't help but think of Ye Mingwei's vicious black face, followed by phantom pain in his little butt...

We call this situation - childhood shadow. 【Push glasses】

——For the next month, Ye Xingtian spent the whole month blacksmithing.

A new Tibetan sword disciple came to learn the art, and he was allowed to leave because his performance was not as good as his. Ye Xingtian felt resentful and strange, but Ye Boqiu comforted him with one word.

Ye Boqiu said: "He is an outer disciple."

Outer disciples are definitely not as demanding as the first disciples, and they are definitely not treated as well as direct disciples.

Ye Boqiu said: "Outer disciples like to learn sword casting or not. They can leave whenever they want. But inner disciples are different. Inner disciples are the hope of inheritance and must be learned!"

... It's a bit embarrassing for a child whose mind is full of playing games to inherit such a tall thing. Ye Boqiu thought about it, and said kindly and sinisterly: "Actually, you can think about it." Yes. The inner disciples of our hidden sword villa don’t often forge swords, but the swords they forge are sold for a year, while the swords made by the outer disciples can only be sold to the village. Do you understand? How many days are you working hard now? , I can watch them work hard for a year."

So Ye Xingtian smiled happily, and went to forge iron happily.

In this way, Ye Xingtian fought for a month.

One month later, Ye Boqiu looked at the fruits of his labor and nodded, gratified: "It's looking good. You can go back to repay the owner now, and you have achieved a small amount of sword-making."

"That means I can go home?!" Ye Xingtian's eyes lit up.

"—This is your house too!" Ye Boqiu patted him angrily, and said angrily: "You think you're done with it now? You're thinking right!——Look at you, look at you! Just call It’s just a blank sword, I’m proud of you! Don’t you think you can make a sword like this?! Have you ever forged a sword by yourself?!

...Heartless dog thing! "

Ye Boqiu pointed at Ye Xingtian's nose and cursed.

"Mmm @ x @... I'm sorry, Uncle Master... I just miss the owner and senior brothers in the villa..." Ye Xingtian looked up pitifully, holding Ye Poqiu's waist with his small hands and shaking Rubbing, rubbing, coquettishly said softly, "Uncle Master, don't be angry, okay~ I was wrong~"

After a while, Ye Boqiu lost his temper at all.

Ye Boqiu snorted a few times, then pushed him in disgust: "Go, go, stay away from this old man! Don't be so annoying like a girl doll!"

"Hmm~ no~ I just like hugging Shishuzu~!" The little guy smiled playfully, hugged him more firmly, and grinned and rubbed around.

Ye Boqiu didn't really mean to despise him, otherwise he couldn't push away a child with his strength and martial arts?He casually pushed and didn't push it away, then let go, moaning and complaining: "...I don't know who to follow, a man is so pampered!"

——Ye Xingtian is a very responsible little man. The only thing that people can't bear to look at directly is that, as a guy with a particularly high-value appearance and an alluring crime, he seems to have the kind of skin hunger for some people. Talk about a particularly terrible disease - very sticky!paste!

Now the main way of expressing being young is to act like a baby to the elders, love to be close to brothers and sisters, and younger brothers and sisters like to kiss and hug. Everyone just thinks that this child is too delicate and not like a boy. I can’t see the scourge. The future...

——Let me ask, there is a tall, rich and handsome man who is so beautiful, rich in martial arts, strong in martial arts, gentle in temper, good at pretending to be cute, and looks like a male god. !

What's worse...he's just sick, and he just unconsciously likes to get close to others. He is completely unaware of the consequences he may cause, let alone be emotional..._(:_」∠)_.

...In this cheating world where you can be infatuated for a lifetime and have little empathy _(:_」∠)_...

——Zha Gong Ye Fan No. [-] has a good potential!

How about the rhythm of the world's public enemy being killed by admirers' relatives and friends? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻?!

——But the bad thing is that although everyone realizes how much trouble the Wuzhuang master has too many confidante, no one realizes that the disciple of the Wuzhuang master who is full of romantic debts is actually a disciple who is worse than his master. Terrible Tom Sue, he has a very terrible disease that his master does not have.

No one knew he was sick, everyone just thought he was more delicate.

Ye Poqiu, who also didn't know that his apprentice was actually sick, naturally wouldn't think of helping him to get over it, but was refreshed by his coquettish approach and flattery.

Ye Boqiu said: "Actually, it's not that the old man wants you to come back. It's because you have to come back. You still have one homework to do."

"Homework?" Ye Xingtian raised his eyes in surprise.

Ye Boqiu said: "The Famous Sword Conference is coming soon, and every disciple of Tibetan Swords will personally forge a sword and present it to the heroes of the world who come to participate in the Famous Sword Conference. Since you are the first disciple, no matter what your skills are, you must come up with a sword." Here comes the piece.

Why do it yourself?

That's not giving you a blank sword for you to knock on.But from the style of the sword, the ratio of the black iron sword alloy, the mastery of the heat, the ice spring for quenching, and the white snake blood for sharpening the blade, you have to do it yourself. "

"..." Ye Xingtian was stunned...

"...Then I won't go T^T!"

The author has something to say:

#Small Theater of Famous Sword Conference#

Ye Xingtian: I thought I was liberated, but who knew it was just the beginning!How silly of me, really! (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)

#Skin Hunger in Small Theater#

When I was a child——

Ouch~ Young Master Ye is so cute when he acts like a spoiled child~ My heart melts after kissing and hugging~

When I grow up--

Ah, today, Mr. Ye gave me a hug today, does he like me?What, what should I do, I'm so nervous... Should I agree to him now or hang myself?Forget it, forget it, Mr. Ye is such a gentle and gracious person, what if he really leaves after being rejected, I still don't want it.

Since Ye Lang is affectionate, his concubine must never be held back. Ye Lang... [in the heartbeat...]

Follow-up - Ye Lang, why did you touch that person? !Are you, have you changed your mind?

Ye Xingtian:? ? ?

——What’s wrong with pulling a little hand?And girl what are you talking about?

The shy and throbbing new love beside me:...

Xinhuan: Ye Lang, who is that crazy woman?

Ye Xingtian: My friend.

Old Love: Friend...?Oh, good, good, good!What a friend!Heartbreaker!watch out!

Ye Xingtian: Wait, wait!Heartbroken? !What heartbreaker?Why can't I understand? ? —Help! !

[↑The above small theater does not exist, everyone calm down! _(:_」∠)_]