"no."

Ou Xue shook her head:

"Ou Sheng did not leave any descendants in the world, but he accepted many disciples. After Ou Sheng's death, these disciples took [Ou] as their surname, and each went to a place where Ou Sheng once forged a sword and inherited Ou Sheng's mantle. The ancestor of the family was Ou Sheng's third disciple, so he came to Zhanlu Mountain, which has been around for more than two thousand years."

After hearing Ou Xue's answer, Yun Ning nodded. It was rumored that Ou Yezi's eldest disciple Gan Jiang and his daughter Mo Ye had sacrificed their lives for the sake of forging a sword. If Ou Yezi regards his daughter as the second disciple, it would be equivalent to his eldest disciple and second disciples who died, and the remaining three disciples became the largest among all disciples, so they were assigned to Zhanlushan.

After that, the two of them had no words. After a while, Ou Xue took Yun Ning into a room and said to the big man inside:

"Father, this one is here to buy the sword."

After saying that, he turned to Yun Ning and said:

"This is my father, Eu Ren."

Yun Ning looked into the room and saw a big man with muscles sitting naked on the ground, leaning against a pillar behind him to support his body, emitting a strong smell of wine, and a large number of wine bottles were scattered on the ground beside him.

"Buy a sword? Hiccup..."

Eugen burped and said vaguely:

"What sword to buy? Can we still fight swords now..."

Hearing this, Yun Ning frowned slightly:

"What's the meaning?"

There is no sword in the sword-making villa? It is simply a big deal.

"Don't get me wrong."

Ou Xue quickly explained:

"My father means that we cannot accept customized services at present, but the sword we created before is still there. If you are interested, I can take you to the sword room to see it. If you like it, you can take it away directly."

“Can’t you customize it?”

Yun Ning felt a little regretful, after all, something like a sword must be a good choice for customization.

What's more, Lucario is the one who uses the sword, and the sword originally designed for humans may not be suitable for it.

But since you have come, it doesn’t matter if you go and have a look.

Thinking of this, Yunning said to Ou Xue:

"Please lead the way."

Ou Xue nodded, but instead of taking Yun Ning directly to the sword room, she first stepped forward and helped Ou Ren wipe his face, and then tidied up the bottles scattered on the ground.

At this time, Eu Ren had already fallen asleep, and whistles were heard from time to time.

"I'm laughing."

After doing all this, Ou Xue nodded and apologized to Yun Ning, and then took Yun Ning out of the door.

"Has your father... always been like this?"

Yun Ning asked curiously.

After all, the owner of Zhujian Villa is an alcoholic who only knows how to drink, which is somewhat unreasonable.

"No."

Ou Xue shook her head:

"My father used to not drink alcohol because he said that alcohol could easily numb his body and prevent him from forging a sword in a perfect state, thus affecting the quality of the sword."

"Why..."

After hearing Ou Xue's words, Yunning became even more curious about Ou Ren. What kind of change would turn a person with such self-discipline into an alcoholic?

"Everything... has to start two years ago..."

Ou Xue seems to be trapped in memories of the past:

"My father has been determined to become a master of sword-making as a sword-casting master like Ou Sheng, so he has worked hard every day to enrich his knowledge, in order to cast a famous sword in his prime. Over the years, he has also forged a lot of swords. Although he still cannot be compared with the famous swords cast by Ou Sheng, everyone can feel that his skills are constantly improving. And everyone claims that if nothing unexpected happens, his father is expected to reach the height of Ou Sheng in his lifetime."

"What happened later?"

Yunning asked.

Yunning was not surprised that Eugen could reach Ou Yezi's height. After all, more than two thousand years have passed. Human civilization has developed for so long. The research on materials science is far beyond that of that era. As long as Eugen is not bad in talent and hard enough, it is not difficult to create a "divine weapon" of that year.

Although it is said that the real "divine weapons" are self-aware, this kind of thing only exists in legends after all, and Yun Ning is more willing to believe that the so-called famous sword is a dead thing.

"Later... my father could no longer cast a sword."

Ou Xue shook her head and said with some loss:

"One day two years ago, my father suddenly had a whim and felt an inspiration surge in his heart. He eagerly took out the good materials he had treasured for many years from the warehouse and prepared to create a peerless sword."

"The early work was very smooth, and I saw water... until the polishing and soaking after forming, there was no twists and turns, so my father thought he was going to succeed at that time."

"But when it comes to the process of sacrificing swords, a disaster happens."

"When my father cut his wrists as usual and dripped his blood on the sword he had just finished, a large amount of smoke instantly emerged from the sword, obscuring everyone's vision. When my father finally dispelled the smoke, he found that the sword that had been formed had turned into a pile of waste."

"This incident deeply hit his father and made him think that his level was not enough to cast a famous sword."

"But no one expected that this was just the beginning."

"More than a month after that incident, my father regained his fighting spirit and prepared to continue to hone his sword-making skills, but found that he could no longer make a sword."

"Every sword will turn into a pile of waste when the final sword sacrifice process."

"Over time, my father thought that he had been cursed by a god and would never be able to cast a famous sword in his life, so he was depressed and lived a life of drinking all day long."

Although this is a sad story, Yun Ning still couldn't help but want to complain.

How boring is the gods? They come to curse you, the sword-caster?

You know, this is a world belonging to elves. Elf is the core force of this world. Those gods don’t curse those elves with the potential to become gods and curse you, a mortal?

Isn't this a brain bubble?

Of course, such words cannot be said in person, otherwise the strange power beside Ou Xue will inevitably throw him out angrily. Although he is not afraid of this strange power that is only level 48, he is buying things from home. If he really doesn't want to sell it, he can't force it to rob him, right?

Therefore, Yun Ning pondered for a moment and asked:

"Since that's the case, then don't just sacrifice the sword?"

Since the problem cannot be solved, then bypass this problem.
Chapter completed!