"Sword soul?" Furuhara Yoshiki laughed as if he was angry, "If I can add a sword soul to this sword, what's the difference between making another Fukutsu sword?"
"Isn't this your dream all along?" Haruki Amamiya asked.
He shook his head, "Back then, the Grand Lord God used all the resources of the Kokujin God to create nine Fukutsu swords. Now, I, a blacksmith hiding in a ravine, can make one Fukutsu sword."
Fujin Sword? What do you think Fujin Sword is?"
"When the Great Lord God made swords back then, most of his energy was spent on forging the blade and its special properties, the rain of [Yubeng], the paper cranes of [Qianzuru], the ultra-long-distance projection of [Black Rope]...
…But you can skip that process entirely now."
Amamiya Haruki pointed to the two pieces of [Zanbai] and said, "This sword has been forged, and it also has its own special attributes. Whether it is material or ability, it does not belong to the Fukutsu sword itself.
What is lacking is just the soul of the sword.
As long as you can give it a sword soul, it will be the tenth Fujin sword in the world."
"What do you think the soul of the sword is? Cabbage? Just give it to me?" Furuhara Yoshiki said seriously:
"Becoming a sword spirit has very strict restrictions.
First, the soul body itself cannot be separated from the warmth of the body for too long. Once its soul power is lost, it will no longer be complete. The integrity of the soul body is a necessary condition for becoming a sword soul.
Second, the soul body must have extremely strong strength during life and be able to carry the power of the sword itself. Once its own soul strength is insufficient, it will be crushed by the power of the blade and completely annihilated.
Third, the soul body must have high intelligence and have its own thinking. Even if the sword owner is not around, it can activate the power of the Fujin sword on its own.
Fourth, the soul body must voluntarily become the Fujin Sword Soul, otherwise even if it is integrated into the blade, the sword owner will not be able to mobilize the power of the sword, and the Fujin Sword will be completely scrapped.
Fifth, and the most difficult point, the ability of the soul body must be highly coincident with the special attribute of the sword, without any rejection. If your knife's special attribute is rain, then the ability of the sword soul must also be related to rain."
After saying so many words in succession, he looked at Amamiya Haruki, then at Lin Qiye, and said leisurely:
"When the nine Fukutsu swords were made, the Kunjin gods spent a lot of effort to collect eight sword souls from all over Japan. Together with Master Gu Yue himself, they barely managed to make up the nine sword souls.
If I guessed correctly, the attributes of this sword should be related to space. If you want to give it a sword soul, you first need a person who also has the attributes of space, a complete soul body, super strength, high intelligence, and willing to become a sword.
The soul body of the soul...
Today's society is no longer what it was in myths and legends. Even if you travel all over Japan, you won't be able to find such a soul. This is why the Fukutsu sword cannot be copied in modern times.
So...do you have any souls that meet the requirements?"
Haruki Amamiya fell into silence.
Although he knew something about the Fujin Sword, he did not expect that the conditions for the soul of the sword were so harsh. As he said, this kind of soul could not exist in the whole of Japan. In other words, it is basically impossible to attach a soul to this sword.
It's just an impossible thing...
Lin Qiye sighed helplessly. He walked to Amamiya Haruki, patted his shoulder and comforted him:
"It's okay. As long as we can fix it, it doesn't matter if we don't have the soul of the sword."
Seeing this, Amamiya Haruki could only give up.
"It's getting late. You can go and find a room in the house to rest. I'm going to start working." Seeing the end of the conversation, Furuhara Yoshiki issued an eviction order without hesitation. He picked up the two broken blades and headed towards the forging area.
Go.
Amamiya Haruki stood up from the bench and walked towards the back room with Lin Qiye.
"Doesn't he need to sleep?" Lin Qiye looked at the time and asked.
"He usually sleeps during the day and forges at night, and he usually only sleeps four hours a day." Amamiya Haruki looked back at the burly and busy figure, "Because he stays here all year round and doesn't interact with others, so
His personality is a bit... special."
Lin Qiye nodded, remembering the pair of deep black eyes, and understood clearly.
He is a liver emperor...
"If the sword spirit cannot be pressed for you, then our previous agreement will not count." Haruki Amamiya said slowly, "When the sword is repaired, you can go back first. I will go to that place by myself.
"
Lin Qiye has not forgotten the agreement he made with Amamiya Haruki at that time. If he can let [Zhan Bai] possess the sword soul, he must protect him to a place. Now it seems that the sword soul has not been able to be achieved. Amamiya Haruki plans to
He went alone and had no intention of involving Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after a while he still shook his head.
"let's talk tomorrow."
He and Amamiya Haruki walked into a room respectively and closed the door. There were no bedding and pillows in the room, only tatami mats and a few blankets. It was not known how Yoshiki Furuhara survived here.
Lin Qiye lay on the tatami and slowly closed his eyes.
…
The Asylum of the Gods.
Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, walked in the hospital and clearly felt that the place was much more lively than before.
Several caregivers in the yard were holding freshly washed quilts and bed covers, drying them on a shelf; Wangcai led a group of boys, holding brooms and mops in their mouths, and walked to the toilet with great pride; the fire in the kitchen was blazing.
Burning, a few wisps of fragrance float out...
Lin Qiye was walking in the corridor. From time to time, nurses passed by him, and they all bowed politely and saluted him, saying "Hello, Dean".
It seems that Li Yifei's management skills are indeed good... Lin Qiye thought to himself.
He walked all the way to the study and saw Brachi and Merlin sitting at the small table eating. There were eight dishes in front of them, and there were even two bottles of fruit wine beside them. They were eating with gusto.
"Dean?" Brachi happened to see Lin Qiye walking to the door. He stood up excitedly and waved his hand, "Dean, can we have something to eat together?"
"Good evening, Mr. Dean." Merlin said with a smile.
Lin Qiye walked into the study, glanced at another empty chair, and asked doubtfully:
"Just you two?"
"That's right." Brachi sat back in his chair, shrugged, and said, "Li Yifei and the others originally prepared meals for the person in Room 4, but... that person didn't seem to have the intention to come and eat with us.
"
Merlin nodded, "So, I asked them to deliver the food directly to the room in a while."
Lin Qiye walked to the window, looked at Room 4 on the opposite side of the second floor with the door closed, and let out a long sigh.