Seeing Yan Xiaoer leaving with great enthusiasm, Qin Chuan also smiled happily.

You should know that Yan Xiaoer is the son of the swordsman he chose, and Yan Xiaoer made progress because of his Qin Chuan made progress.

Every day, you can achieve success without any effort. This kind of salted fish life is simply too delicious.

As soon as Yan Xiaoer left, Qin Chuan saw an uninvited guest.

Yan Tiehai was aggressive and walked to the ginkgo tree with glaring eyes, and a shovel for farm work was inserted directly into the soil.

Qin Chuan, who was still stolen, was startled.

What do this guy want to do?

He shouldn't be jealous and want to dig himself, right?

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan reflected on his heart for a thousand times, how should he admit his mistake with this boss?

Yan Tiehui did not speak, but silently dug out the wooden sword that his son had used from under the tree.

Hold it in your hands and cherish it very much.

"Son, it is said that there is an iron birch forest on Yanran Mountain in the south of Kushui Village. The trunks of iron birch trees grow there are harder than iron.

If this sword is broken, Dad will give you a better shot."

After Yan Tiehui finished speaking, he left with wooden sword in his arms.

Qin Chuan looked at Yan Tiehui's back and felt a soreness in his heart. But in a flash, he thought something was wrong.

There is indeed a Yanran Mountain in the south of Kushui Village, and there is indeed a forest of iron birch trees on the mountain.

But that iron birch forest is extraordinary. Ten years after the outbreak of troubled times, a iron Mr. belonged to that land.

He is a spirit of iron birch trees, and is considered a kind of wild monster in the mountain scenery. In the early days of troubled times, he accumulated a survey of the belief values ​​by betraying his companions.

This guy was hated by other elves who were also a mountain spirit monster.

Now Yan Tiehui is heading to the iron birch forest of Yanran Mountain alone, which is somewhat unsafe.

Just in case, I still have to practice Yan Xiaoer more.

In the current situation, only when Yan Xiaoer is strong can Yan Tiehai become safer.

However, if you want to practice Yan Xiaoer now, you almost have something to do. He just experienced the battle yesterday and now he doesn’t have a wooden sword in his hand.

Even if he wants to grow rapidly, he has to consider objective factors.

For Yan Xiaoer, today is very ordinary, but for Qin Chuan, today it is like a magpies occupying the branches and being happy.

In the afternoon, the cool breeze was blowing, and Nannan and her family walked from the distant fields and came to the place where Yan Xiaoer had just meditated for a while to ponder.

"Grandpa, look. There are still words here."

The 50-year-old man looked at him and saw the handwriting engraved on the land by Qin Chuan.

As soon as the old man saw the handwriting, he felt a majestic sword intent.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"What a sword that sooths unfair things in the world, this sword that is worthy of the world!

Good boy, hahaha.”

"Even if you, Yan Xiaoer, want to take my granddaughter in the future, I, Deng Tieshan, can barely recognize you as your grandson-in-law."

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Are you ashamed?"

"Xiuqin, look!"

A middle-aged woman named Xiuqin raised her almond eyes and saw the handwriting on the ground immediately.

"This is such a strong sword energy, this sentence is really impeccable!"

"So, you're interested in that kid named Yan Xiaoer?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman asked with her lips open.

"Um."

Deng Tieshan nodded, his eyes curled into a crescent moon.

"I want to see him carry a three-foot sword and kill all the heroes in the world!"

As soon as Deng Tieshan said this, Qin Chuan's panel immediately changed.

"Damn, is this Jiandao forcibly accepting disciples?"

The panel system made Qin Chuan speechless by forcibly classifying this family as a disciple of the sword.

In a daze, I completed a lot of progress in my kendo.

【Name: Qin Chuan

Race: Ginkgo (Talent)

Shinto:

Kendo: Beginners and First-Study (5/10)

(Advanced after recruiting 10 sword disciples)

(Random Shinto Open consumes 2500 incense value, and the specified Shinto Open consumes 2500 incense value.)

Godhead: None

Divineness: 2 o'clock

Magical power: Mission arrangement (minimum limit: 10 incense points/time)

Son of God: Yan Xiaoer

Believers: 5

Incense value: 1500】

Only after seeing his personal panel did Qin Chuan realize how suddenly happiness came.

I did nothing and had 5 believers.

If these five believers teach others how to practice swords, there will be more disciples in the swordsmanship.

However, because the system settings can only have one Son of God.

So Qin Chuan cannot assign tasks to them for the time being.

"Let's go and see Yan Xiaoer."

Qin Chuan continued to immerse his energy in Yan Xiaoer.

At this time, Yan Xiaoer returned home and did not go to rest, but went into his own small firewood house to study and make wooden swords.

"The last time I made a wooden sword, I was not minded, but I chose a piece of wood and carved a sword.

This time, choose a harder wood.”

In Yan Xiaoer's small firewood house, a straight jujube stick lies in the corner, and the whole wood is soaked with oil.

This is the treasure that Yan Xiaoer has soaked for three years. The reason why he used jujube wood to soak oil was to build a house for his family and marry a wife.

Yan Xiaoer doesn’t really want to find a wife in the village now, because the cultural atmosphere here makes him not very fond of it.

No distinction between good and evil, no distinction between right and wrong.

"From now on, let's accompany me to fight the sword in the world."

Taking the jujube wood out of the oil and wiping it a little, Yan Xiaoer started today's work.

Because of practicing sword skills, his strength is much greater than that of ordinary people.

Holding the carving knife in your hand, although it takes some effort, you can still make do with the work in your hand.

"It's broken, it's broken again."

Yan Xiaoer sighed repeatedly.

Because of the hardness of the jujube wood, he had already used two small carving knives made for himself by his father in succession.

The so-called carving knife in Yan Xiaoer's hand is just a blade made by Yan's iron hammer when forging farm tools.

Although it is broken, there is no regret.

There is no such thing as scrap iron in the blacksmith's house.

Yan Xiaoer carved twelve carvings in a row. It was almost night and the jujube wood sword was formed.

The red jujube wood sword in my hand was like holding a red cloud.

Yan Xiaoer looked at the sword body, full of joy.

He broke through the door of the small wood house and rushed into the yard.

"Dad, dad. Is the supper ready? Look at my sword?"
To be continued...