Li Xiuyuan basically spent this winter in the Weapon Refining Pavilion, just to get Wei Qing's water-breaking knife out of the furnace as soon as possible, because he didn't want more people to know about it.

Before the New Year, Wei Qing bought a lot of new year's goods and sent them up the mountain, and the little fat man also bought a lot of things.

The three of them stayed in the master's bamboo house and had a lively New Year's Eve dinner. Li Xiuyuan said goodbye to the master on the third day and went into the weapon refining pavilion. He wanted to complete the casting of the water-breaking knife before the students came back.

Although it sounded a bit exaggerated, he still wanted to try it.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan is experiencing the pain of the two realms of ice and fire.

I don't know why, but looking at the water-breaking knife that was gradually taking shape in his hand, Li Xiuyuan's pale face was a little upset due to too much effort.

After forging and tempering day and night, he found that the snow water brought from outside the house had an increasingly poor effect on tempering the water-breaking knife.

In order to temper it better, he could only run towards the frozen lake in the academy with the flaming red water-breaking knife when the hammering was about to end.

The water-breaking knife in your hand can only be tempered in the ice and snow, and a dark red light will appear on the blade. Otherwise, it is no different from an ordinary iron bar.

And whenever he finished forging the Water-Breaking Knife, he was so tired that he didn't have much strength. When he ran all the way, he looked at the mist rising by the lake.

When he finished tempering the blade embryo, he could only lie down by the lake and catch his breath, thinking that he was asking for trouble.

A quarter of an hour ago, he was in full swing and sweating profusely. A quarter of an hour later, he was gritting his teeth on the edge of the ice-covered lake, having to use his physical strength to resist the sudden cold.

He just wanted to say that this world of ice and fire was really not what he wanted to experience.

Looking at the shimmering Shuishui Knife by the lake, he murmured feebly, "You want half of my life."

It was such a sad day and he wanted to rest for a few days.

In the blink of an eye, I think that in a few days spring will bloom, the students from the academy will return, and Elder Huangfu will also return to the academy. It is inevitable that the two will meet by then.

The next step in his mind is to complete the casting of this water-breaking knife no matter what. Maybe these students and elders will all have to pester him.

That way, even if he doesn't want to pay attention, he can't get rid of these people's entanglements.

After all, he has seen the little fat man's ability to pester people.

In the following time, Li Xiuyuan concentrated on tempering the water-breaking knife in his hand, just like before, he burned it in the fire, hammered it on the sword-making platform, and quenched it in the cold lake.

Day after day, ten days passed.

Unexpectedly, it only took a whole winter of work. After thousands of calcinings and hundreds of thousands of hammerings, the water-breaking knife in my hand was finally ready.

He waved his hand and there was a dragon roar.

The strong wind was not only as fast as lightning, but also contained a trace of the pressure of fire.

Treasured Sword Creature, this ordinary sword, after Li Xiuyuan's countless efforts and hard work, it actually developed a trace of spirituality.

"I just don't know what level of cultivation Wei Qing has to reach before he can master this water-breaking knife?"

Li Xiuyuan caressed the water-breaking knife in his hand and murmured softly.

I don’t even know what kind of expressions the master and the dean should have when they see this water-cutting knife.

Li Xiuyuan was secretly happy because this was the first knife he had personally forged since coming to the academy.

But, what kind of name should I give the iron sword in my hand? Li Xiuyuan looked at the water-breaking knife in his hand, and was extremely confused.

He felt that since naming Wei Qing's Water-Breaking Knife, he had run out of inspiration and could not come up with a more perfect name.

Sighing softly, he held the water-breaking knife and walked out of the hall.

Today, he was so excited because of the release of the Water-Breaking Knife that he actually forgot to eat lunch. He was exhausted and felt a little hungry.

There are cedars outside the main hall, and there are some flower trees covered with snow as we pass by, and there is light snow falling in the sky.

Li Xiuyuan stood against the pine tree with his eyes closed, contemplating the vague and vague artistic conception.

That sword intent contained in flesh and blood.

All I saw was: the wind passed by, the snow fell, and the knife came out.

It was just the most ordinary sword strike, with no true energy surging, and no sword intent. He integrated his sword intent into the Water Breaking Knife.

It was just a slanted sword move, and he even forgot to make a gesture like a sword flower.

He whispered softly: "Go!"

"Boom!" There was a sound, and it turned out that it was the snow on the broken pine tree ten feet away in front of him. Under Li Xiuyuan's sword energy, it was unable to bear the weight and fell down together with the pine branches.

Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and looked at the scene in front of him, his heart moved slightly, and a voice sounded in his mind, but like a meteor in the night sky, it was washed away by the scene in front of him, and the peace of the past was restored in an instant.

At this moment, he figured out something. To walk in this world, you still have to rely on your own strength after all. Even the Master can only protect himself for a while.

You work hard, no matter what you get in the end, it is wonderful to be able to enjoy the process.

Just like the snow clinging to the pine branches on the broken pine tree, one day it would be unable to bear the weight and both of them would fall into the mud.

Putting away the water-breaking knife, shaking off the snowflakes all over his body, Li Xiuyuan walked toward the master's bamboo house.

"Master, if you were here, I would definitely say: this Luoxia Mountain is still the same Luoxia Mountain."

Li Xiuyuan muttered in his heart.

...

"Isn't this Guanyin Mountain not Guanyin Mountain?" Somewhere in Silver Moon Kingdom, in the Buddhist hall of Qianfo Temple.

Yuan Zhen, who was holding flowers and chanting sutras, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her heart and couldn't help but murmured.

He looked up at the flying snow in the sky and said thoughtfully: "I wonder where that young gentleman went back then? It would be a good thing if he could come to this Thousand Buddhas Temple to practice some practice."

"Master, it is said that after being knocked off the cliff by Jun Wuyou, Li Xiuyuan was rescued by the dean of Fengyun Academy. I think he should still be practicing in the academy now."

The young monk who competed with Li Xiuyuan in archery looked at Yuan Zhen and said softly.

"Don't we think we should go to Fengyun Academy?" Yuan Zhen murmured thoughtfully.

"Master, what are we going to do?" the young monk asked.

Yuan Zhen was startled and didn't know how to answer. He thought for a long time before saying, "Let me think about it carefully. If he has left Tianfeng Kingdom, he might not be able to give it a try."

Since leaving Tianfeng Kingdom, Yuan Zhen has been thinking about Li Xiuyuan, who has a photographic memory, but there has been no news in the past two years.

How could the young monk know what he was thinking? I just thought about when I would challenge Li Xiuyuan again. He was unconvinced by the defeat.

He looked at Yuan Zhen and said with a smile: "It is said that he has drawn a clear line with the Tianfeng Kingdom. The second line is his farewell to the Tianfeng Kingdom."

Yuan Zhen nodded with sudden realization and said with a smile: "It seems that there is God's will in the dark. Such a genius has let Tianfeng Kingdom let him go. When spring returns, let's go to the academy."

After saying that, he looked expectant.

When the young monk heard this, he was secretly happy, seeing that there was hope for revenge.

Yuan Zhen laughed loudly, patted the young monk on the arm and said, "God's will, Tianfeng Kingdom has lost that guy Li Xiuyuan."

...

Li Xiuyuan returned to the master's bamboo house. The little fat man was making tea and chatting with the master. Wei Qing was sitting beside him.

The little fat man looked at the master and said coquettishly: "Seeing that my uncle is coming back, and I don't know what happened to Li Xiuyuan's knife, you won't really let me go to my uncle to intercede, will you?"

The master looked at him without replying. This was a matter between him and Li Xiuyuan, and he would not interfere.

Of course I replied: "Don't worry, even if your old uncle comes back, he can't do anything to you. After all, this is a bet between the dean and the fat old man."

Hearing the master tease the dean and others, Li Xiuyuan outside the door couldn't help laughing.

He said softly: "Fat man, don't talk nonsense. No matter how much you say, the dean will be Wei Qing's master. I still owe him a big favor."

"What the heck, you're not dead, and he didn't save you. You've been chopping firewood for the academy for two years. I'll erase this favor for you."

The master laughed, waved to Li Xiuyuan outside the door and asked, "How is the sword?"

Li Xiuyuan walked into the bamboo house, presented the water-breaking knife with both hands, and gently replied: "It's okay!"

Just two simple words, but it took Li Xiuyuan a whole winter of practice.

The master took the water-breaking knife handed over by Li Xiudi, stroked it gently, then put a few strands of white hair on the back of his head on the edge of the knife and blew gently.

I saw a flash of cold light, and a few strands of white hair fell down in the wind, falling softly on the table in front of the master.

"What a knife! What a water-breaking knife!" The master looked at Li Xiuyuan and laughed.

The little fat man turned around and patted Wei Qing, looked at him and said: "Practice well, and when you break through to Jindan, you will be an official disciple of the academy, and a disciple of the dean!"

Wei Qing was stunned, then looked at the three people in front of him and smiled stupidly. "Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, senior brother!"

Li Xiuyuan looked at the master's little fat man and said: "This scabbard must be solved as soon as possible, otherwise it will always be inconvenient for junior brother to use it."

The master looked at him and shook his head and said: "He can't use it now. According to the weight of this sword, he won't be able to use it until at least the late stage of Jindan. I will go to Elder Huangfu to find a solution for this scabbard later."

Li Xiuyuan looked at Wei Qing, patted his shoulder gently and said: "Let the teacher find you a light one first. It will be twice as heavy as your current woodcutter. Are you anxious and can't eat hot tofu?"

"Senior brother, don't worry, I still understand this. Teacher has taught me a lot about life these days. Thanks to senior brother, I am an official disciple of the academy."

Wei Qing looked at Li Xiuyuan with an excited expression on his face.

"I will go to the back mountain to practice in a few days. Teacher, you and Wei Qing can stay in the academy. I will go look for Ying'er. There has been no sign of him this winter."

Li Xiuyuan missed Qingying a little. Besides, wine can be brewed as soon as spring arrives. The little fat man has already prepared the materials needed for brewing.

The master glanced at the little fat man and said softly: "Leave this little guy to me. He is also a witness to the bet I made with the dean."

The little fat man said with a bitter face: "The old man in Jiange also refuses to accept me as his apprentice. I will go into the mountains with Li Xiuyuan to make wine. I will come back after my uncle has taken care of the old man in Jiange."

The master looked at him and shook his head, saying disdainfully: "Wait until your uncle comes back and finishes his business before you go in. I will tell you where to find him then."

After thinking for a moment, the little fat man nodded and said, "In that case, I will stay with you to win this bet, and then go into the mountains to find Li Xiuyuan."

Li Xiuyuan heard the little fat man's respect for the master, and after a moment of silence he said with a smile: "You can ask the teacher to tell the old man in Jiange, maybe it will be more useful than your uncle."

The Master smiled slightly, thinking that this was really a smart child.

Wei Qing looked at Li Xiuyuan and said: "Brother, please go up the mountain first, and I will come back to give you some food in a few days."

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said: "Junior brother, I am just chopping firewood in the kitchen. Once you can chop the firewood, your sword skills will be almost perfect."

When the little fat man heard this, he asked in disbelief: "Don't lie to me. Can Wei Qing practice sword skills even if he chops firewood every day?"
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