Jiang Su held the white sword in his hand and couldn't help but feel happy.
At that time, I heard that Wang Jia was called the White Sword Ghost of the East Region, with a white sword, sword skills, and black clothes.
Right now, I have gathered all the basic factors for Wang Jia's growth, and I am just waiting for time to pass by like a flowing stream to help her return to the outside world.
Xu Shuye had a smile on his lips, and while Jiang Su was stunned, he suddenly patted the hilt of the white sword, and saw that the jade-like white sword instantly turned into a strange and bright black sword.
This black sword will reflect colorful light under the sun, just like a black pearl under the sun, making people intoxicated.
"This is……"
Jiang Su's eyes widened. She heard her heartbeat stop at this moment, and after a breath, it suddenly rolled like thunder in her chest.
"This..." She looked up at Xu Shuye in disbelief, unable to form a complete sentence.
The young man in white had already expected it. When he saw Jiang Su's expression, it was exactly what he was thinking. He patted Jiang Su's shoulder with satisfaction and explained:
"This is made from black and white yin and yang wood and black yin and white yang. It allows a sword to have two attributes and two forms. Now you can go out and trade it for others to play with!"
"How's it going? I'm pretty good at refining it! It's a middle-grade magic weapon!"
Xu Shuye looked at Jiang Su expectantly, hoping to wait for her praise.
Jiang Su's throat moved and she swallowed her saliva. She felt that the sword in her hand became extremely heavy, and she almost dropped it and fell to the ground.
"How could it be possible..." Jiang Su muttered to himself.
His eyes were blank, and he was in a trance, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.
She fell to her knees with a plop, and the black sword in her hand fell at Xu Shuye's feet.
Xu Shuye frowned, and he really couldn't understand Jiang Su's expression at the moment.
Could it be that the sword I made was too powerful and frightened him?
"Hey, are you okay?" Xu Shuye patted his shoulder worriedly, then lowered his head to look at Jiang Su's expression.
I saw the eyes of this little boy in black were wide open, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were traces of water around his eye sockets that were condensing and about to drip.
"You..." Xu Shuye paused and retracted his hand nervously.
"Isn't this Zheng Yuan... How could I forget the sword of the little senior sister... How could the sword of the little senior sister be in my hand..."
Jiang Su's fingers trembled slightly as he touched the hilt of the black sword on the ground and traced it along the blade to the hilt.
"This is Zheng Yun..."
"Why can Wang Jia's sword turn into Little Senior Sister's sword? This is impossible... Wang Jia is the White Sword Ghost of the East Region, and is a branch of the Dong family of Little Senior Sister's Southern Region. The two places are thousands of miles apart... How can they have the same sword?
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"Impossible! Impossible!"
Jiang Su turned around suddenly and grabbed Xu Shuye's shoulders. She looked at this man with ferocious eyes and asked with a ferocious face:
"Have you ever seen other black and white yin-yang wood?! Is there anyone else who knows the craftsmanship of this black sword and white sword besides you?! Is there anyone else who can make this black sword!!!"
Xu Shuye was trembling in his heart. He was so frightened by an eleven-year-old child?!
He stiffened his neck and explained: "No...no! This black and white sword can only be made from black and white yin and yang wood, but I spent a year painstakingly refining it! Many of the ideas and heat depended on it.
In a moment of inspiration and opportunity, there can be a second piece of black and white yin-yang wood in the world! There will never be another black and white sword!"
"What's more, this black sword can have such a color effect because it corresponds to the white sword in the heart. If there is only one black sword, it will definitely not be as glorious as it is!"
"I'm sure! It's a unique sword in the entire world of cultivation!!!"
After saying this, Jiang Su's eyes suddenly went blank. She let go of her hand in despair and took a few steps back.
Her foot accidentally touched the black sword on the ground, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground. The palm of her hand pressed on the blade, and the sharp blade cut her skin, and blood slowly flowed.
"甔円..." Jiang Su muttered to himself.
"円...isn't this my name...no, isn't this Wang Jia's name?"
"Judge Poison named her Yanyu?"
"This character "円" is not common...how could it happen to coincide with "唆円"?
"The word "甔" means to cut limbs, and it is a word for killing and killing..."
Jiang Su seemed to be returning to the mountain peak in his memory.
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"Sister, what's the name of your sword? It's so beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful black color!"
The little girl acted coquettishly and took away the sword of the swordsman, and looked at the black sword to reflect her own appearance.
The sword cultivator in white clothes just smiled slightly, as if he were an ethereal immortal, and said softly: "唔円."
After saying this, she grabbed the little girl's palm and traced it carefully with her warm fingertips.
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Jiang Su took back his bleeding palm and wiped the wound casually with his linen sleeve. The tip of his other finger was stained with bloody water.
The word "甔円" was carefully written in one stroke on the bleeding palm.
The cold fingertips scratched the wound, causing a dull pain. Blood flowed from the wound and covered the bloody words just written.
Jiang Su swallowed his saliva and mechanically repeated the writing action over and over again.
"唔...円..."
"Killing... soft and beautiful..."
"Wang Jia...little senior sister..."
There was more and more blood, soaking most of the young boy's black clothes.
He was lost in confusion and hardship.
Xu Shuye on the side looked at the little boy's movements in horror and took a few steps back. Without saying anything, he turned around and ran out, shouting as he ran: "Senior brother! Senior brother! Something happened!"
"Come and see Xiaojia, he seems to be obsessed after seeing my sword!!!"
The young man's voice was loud and clear, and many disciples of the Infernal Sect stopped to look at the leader's second disciple.
A man in red clothes suddenly ran out from a certain weapon refining room and came to Xu Shuye's side almost instantly.
Fang Zhe frowned, picked up the back of Xu Shuye's neck, and asked, "Where is he?"
Xu Shuye waved his arms and coughed out of breath: "Your refining room, the one you go to most often!"
The next moment, Fang Zhe carried Xu Shuye to the door of the weapon refining room.
He put down the young man in white clothes in his hand and walked quickly to Jiang Su's side. He saw the young man in black clothes writing on his hands with his own blood.
And the hand on which the writing was written was the one where the wound gradually overflowed.
He only wrote two words and started again and again.
"唔...円..."
Fang Zhe muttered to himself in confusion.
Jiang Su noticed something, raised his head and looked at the man in red who was as tall as a hill in front of him in confusion.
The tears that had been suppressed in her eyes suddenly flowed out from the corners of her eyes like a flood, and she cried like a child.
"Fang Zhe... I don't have a little senior sister anymore. I don't know who my little senior sister is..."
"I don't seem to recognize my little senior sister..."
The little boy sat on the ground and cried loudly, tears streaming down his face.
He wiped the tears from his face with his bloody sleeve, and his fair and slightly baby face was dyed pink.
Fang Zhe squatted beside him and gently stroked his head.