With a "dang-" sound, the crisp sound of forging suddenly stopped.
Muwu put down the hammer in his hand, turned around and looked at Mubai with a smile on his face and said: "You finally succeeded and can get rid of the shackles of fate. You don't have to be like me and have to be a mediocre blacksmith all your life.
"
Mu Bai said: "Dad, when I become the most powerful soul fighting master in the empire, I will come back in glory to pick you up and come with me to settle in the imperial city."
"You brat, you just passed the examination of the trainee academy, and you want to fly without knowing how to walk?" Mu Wu scolded with a smile.
"Dad, Teacher Moxi said that my grades have met the admission requirements of Tianlong Soul Fighting Master Academy. I will leave the town tomorrow and rush to the Imperial City to report to the academy within a month." Mu Bai was a little reluctant.
said.
"My child, feel free to go out into the world. Believe in yourself and you can do anything. Wait a minute, I have a gift for you!" Muwu said, walking to the wall beside him and looking through it.
Take off a long sword.
The scabbard of the long sword was polished very finely, and one could tell that Mu Wu had put a lot of effort into it. He handed the long sword into Mu Bai's hands.
Mu Budao: "I spent a year to build this sword, just for you today. The journey to the imperial city is very long. If you encounter any emergency, it can be of great help to you."
"Thank you, Dad!" Mu Bai stared at Mu Wu, tears flashing faintly in his eyes. He left home this time, and he didn't know how many years it would take before he could come back.
Mu Wu touched Mu Bai's head and said with a smile: "Relatives can't accompany you all your life. Your life depends on you walking out with your own two feet. Go rest early and keep your spirits up. You have a long walk tomorrow.
Where is the road?"
"I understand." Mu Bai nodded, holding the long sword in his hand, and walked towards his room.
That night, Mubai had already packed all the clothes he needed on the road.
Sitting on the bed, he carefully looked at the long sword in his hand.
There was a "clang" sound.
Mu Bai held the scabbard and slowly pulled the sword out.
A sharp white light refracted from the sword. Mubai gently stroked the snow-white blade with his left hand and praised: "What a good sword, but I am a magician. If only I could have a magic wand."
Well, it’s good to keep this sword for self-defense.”