The Bai Yin Sword, which had not been touched for many years, was completely pulled out at this moment. Only Fang Mo Yingluo could understand the feeling in it.
Looking at the Baiyin Sword calmly held in Mo Cheng's hand, he looked surprised and couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but he had to believe it. He quickly walked over and helped Mo Cheng up.
become.
Mo Cheng couldn't calm down in his heart for a long time. On the other hand, there were the black and white dragons in his body. The white dragon actually got into the Bai Yin Sword in his hand, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.
However, there is no way to avoid it, whether it is a blessing or a curse.
Besides, this is a sword! It will definitely increase your strength in your hand! And if this is the case, it will be a good thing for you!
"Cheng'er, are you okay?"
Mo Yingluo asked worriedly when he saw that Mo Cheng was suddenly demented.
The Bai Yin Sword is as light as weightless when you hold it. Suddenly, it has a refreshing and heroic meaning, which makes you feel happy.
"It's okay, father, I pulled out the Bai Yin Sword." Mo Cheng pursed his lips and said, feeling indescribable pride.
For many years, the sword has not been touched since my mother inserted it into it, but I actually took it out, how could I not be excited!
The head of the Mo family is also very happy. Not to mention how great it is for the family, at least his children will be able to use it to fight against powerful enemies in the future.
So, if Mo Cheng has the ability to protect himself from any harm and security, he can let him go and travel with peace of mind. To be honest, after getting the first place in the competition this time, Mo Ying wants to go to the academy.
There was still some resistance in Luo's heart.
Because there is a lot of competition in the academy, it is very difficult to survive. That kind of life is what most people avoid. As far as Mo Yingluo is concerned, he just hopes to take over as the head of his family and pass on the legacy.
However, when I look back and think about it, the mother of the child is so powerful. If her son is mediocre, she will be unhappy!
Everyone has a strong heart of respect, and Mo Yingluo also has it.
However, the news that Uncle Cang brought to him not long ago was really shocking.
However, Mo has grown up and should fly away. It is impossible for him to stop him. Everything should follow his wishes, just to repose his hopes on her mother!
Seeing Mo Cheng looking at him with a smile, holding the Bai Yin Sword tightly in his hand, he patted his shoulder, took out a thin book from the bamboo grid on one side, handed it to Mo Cheng, and said:
"This is what was brought back from the Red Tiger Mountain last time. Take it back and study it carefully. I hope it can help you."
Mo Cheng took it and asked in confusion: "Father, what is this?"
"This is a book on sword refining techniques. Originally, there was no sword refining person in my Mo family, but there was this white chanting sword. Therefore, the last time I learned from the Lenggu Sect in Yunhuang City
, this is among the goods delivered, I hope it will be useful in the future, and now it seems that it is prepared for you."
"The White Song Sword matches you, and you look very heroic, haha... However, sword refining is different from that of a warrior. Don't be greedy for too much, otherwise the effect will be counterproductive. Generally, you have to master one skill before moving on to the next one.
It is necessary to learn, so I hope you can restrain yourself and focus on your strength as a warrior."
Mo Yingluo explained very clearly as if entrusted to him, and Mo Cheng also listened very carefully.
Everything he said was for his own future development, so Mo Cheng was still very happy in his heart.
"Any master who is proficient in any skill is an unparalleled strong man. Just like the strength of a warrior, he can completely dominate the world with his spiritual power, and the power that a person who makes a sword can achieve is also very powerful. No one in the world can do it.
Don’t underestimate them, because there must be differences and subtleties.”
"The spiritual power of a warrior is all about strength and momentum. Those who refine swords are those who show their sharpness and the energy that comes out of the scabbard is also very powerful. This time, among the people from the academy, that one
A junior whose martial artist realm is no more than the fifth level of the Beginning Realm is a sword refiner. Remember, you must not be deceived by appearances in the future, otherwise you will be the one who suffers in the end."
It can be said that Mo Yingluo knows a lot but also knows a little.
Because, his father still doesn’t know about the scribes he is currently using to control the formation.
As for himself, he is still at the lowest level of strength among the formation spirits.
As for sword refining, Mo Cheng became interested again.
However, I remembered what my father said just now, don't be greedy for more than master, and I suppressed this thought again.
"This sword should be used as a self-defense weapon when you leave home and go to the academy, but you must protect it! Some people who are interested in the treasure will do whatever it takes to get what they want, such as those who refine swords.
Especially those who love swords.”
This time, Mo Yingluo told Mo Cheng a lot in the stone chamber, and Mo Cheng also knew more or less many things. From now on, he will have clear opinions on whether he should do or not do some small things.
Looking at his kind father, his eyes sparkled with deep love.
At present, the closest relative in the world is the person in front of me.
Mo Yingluo's intention was very obvious. The White Song Sword should also go with him. It seemed to be his private property.
And in Mo Cheng's heart, there is that strong sense of possession, that is, it is impossible for others to take the things in his hands!
Finally, with Mo Yingluo's deeply pregnant eyes, he walked out of the stone room, holding a sword in one hand, and walked quickly back to his residence.
On the way, Mo Cheng buried the things he didn't understand on the stone slips again, and asked about Xiao Li out of habit.
"Xiao Li, what is sword refining?"
Xiaoli curled up his lips and said: "Don't think so much now. As your father said, it's best to be proficient in one subject. Now, even if you study, what achievements do you want to achieve?"
Inside the stone slips, Xiao Li looked shocked when he saw the Bai Yin Sword. How could this sword fall into such a family in the city? Who is this boy's mother?
Everything seems very difficult to understand.
"Okay." Mo Cheng also felt helpless, but still interested, and asked, "Does sword refining also have level points?"
Little Li said: "Of course."
"For example, if a warrior, a scribe and a swordsman fight together, who will be better?"
"You are boring." Xiaoli rolled his eyes, "No one will fight against someone with a disparity in strength. If this happens, they will be equal."
Mo Cheng knew that he would never find out anything interesting from Xiaoli again, but he knew that this was all for his own good, so he consciously did not ask any more questions, but in his heart, he thought that his father had given him an exercise book.
Sword skills can also be practiced if you delve into them yourself!
Just thinking about it makes me find it extremely interesting.
When he returned to his residence, he found Yiyu wandering outside the house, a little anxious. He smiled, moved lightly, and approached him, patting him on the shoulder. The latter was so frightened that his delicate body trembled. Seeing that it was Mo Cheng, he wrinkled up in annoyance.
Qiongbi.
Mo Cheng took Yi Yu with his other hand and walked into the room. The latter noticed the extra sword in Mo Cheng's hand and asked:
"Brother Mo Cheng, what's going on with the sword in your hand?"
"This?" Mo Cheng proudly shook the sword in his hand and said, "Brother, I want to join the ranks of sword masters in the future!"
"Sword refining?" Yiyu asked again, "Is it the same training method as Senior Brother Wenhan?"
When Mo Cheng heard this, Senior Brother Wenhan? Liu Wenhan, the man with the sword in the academy, it turned out that he was really a swordsman.