"Brother Rui, long time no see." With a clear and sweet voice, Zhou Rui's eyes shifted to Mu Xueqin.
"You're back."
Over the course of a month, Zhou Rui, whose upper body was naked, had become tanned, and the muscles on his body became more and more obvious under the sunlight.
"Brother Rui, I haven't seen you for a month. You seem to have become taller and... stronger."
Mu Xueqin looked at Zhou Rui's body and praised Zhou Rui with some embarrassment.
But now Zhou Rui had no intention of listening to the beauty's praise. He pointed to a freshly forged iron sword beside him and said, "Sister Xueqin, look at this sword."
Mu Xueqin followed the direction of Zhou Rui's finger, picked up a sword, swung it a few times, and made a "嘤嘤" sound.
"What a sharp sword. Brother Rui, was it you who forged this sword?"
Zhou Rui showed a smile on his face and said proudly: "Hey, this sword is not only sharp, its blade is also very light."
After Zhou Rui said this, Mu Xueqin realized that the sword seemed to be non-existent in his hand and was extremely light.
"It's true. Even with my strength, I won't find it difficult to pick it up. Brother Rui, you are so powerful."
Zhou Rui also felt embarrassed to be praised by Mu Xueqin so much, and said: "Hey, it's just a broken sword. If you like it, I'll give it to you."
"Really, thank you Brother Rui." Mu Xueqin held the sword in her arms and couldn't put it down. At least in Mu Xueqin's eyes, this sword was the first gift Zhou Rui gave to her.
"What's the name of this sword?"
"Name?" Zhou Rui has been forging swords for a month, and there are many that he can use, but he has no time to give these swords names.
"Yes, since it is a good sword, it should have his name." Mu Xueqin blinked and looked at Zhou Rui.
"You're really stumping me. After all, naming is not my specialty."
Mu Xueqin rolled her eyes and said, "Since this sword is so light, let's call it the Light Wind Sword."
"Okay, as long as you are happy." Zhou Rui looked at Mu Xueqin holding the sword tightly in his arms and felt a little comfort in his heart.
After all, Mu Xueqin has been helping him for so long, and now he has the opportunity to make Mu Xueqin happy, which is a kind of comfort.
"I will make a sword sheath for you another day to make this sword more beautiful." Zhou Rui randomly found a scabbard from the forging room and gave it to Mu Xueqin, saying: "Before that, use this scabbard first.
Let’s make do with it.”
After everyone came back one after another, the sword opening meeting scheduled for the first day of March was successfully held under the auspices of Zhao Zhongtian.
Except for showing off his face in front of everyone during the sword competition, Zhou Rui spent the rest of his time in the forging room learning forging from Zhang Shiqian.
This incident also reached Zhao Zhongtian’s ears.
Zhao Zhongtian shook his head and sighed: "I originally wanted Zhou Rui to learn a skill, but now that Zhou Rui is so obsessed with things, I'm afraid it will delay his own future."
Having said that, due to Zhang Shiqian's face, Zhao Zhongtian did not dare to blatantly stop Zhou Rui from continuing to learn the art of forging. He only occasionally asked familiar people to talk to Zhou Rui and tried to trick Zhou Rui into gradually giving up forging.
However, how can these people convince Zhou Rui now?
"Uncle Zhang, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable." Zhou Rui covered his chest with a painful expression.
Zhang Shiqian hurriedly came to Zhou Rui's side and asked, "What happened? Weren't you fine just now?"
"I don't know either. I've just been running my internal energy to activate the flames, and suddenly I feel a tightness in my chest. Now I'm a little out of breath."
Zhang Shiqian watched Zhou Rui's lips gradually turn purple, knowing that Zhou Rui was now severely hypoxic, but for a moment he panicked and didn't know what to do.
"Help me, I will take you to see the head brother now!"
Zhang Shiqian quickly carried Zhou Rui on his back and ran towards Zhao Zhongtian's room.
Before he entered the door, Zhang Shiqian shouted loudly from outside, "Brother, the leader, something serious has happened. Come out and see Zhou Rui!"
As soon as he heard Zhou Rui's name, Zhao Zhongtian ran out quickly. Looking at Zhou Rui who was lying on the ground with a pale face and dark purple lips, he asked eagerly: "How long have you been like this?"
Zhang Shiqian said anxiously: "Just now, when I was forging weapons, this suddenly happened."
"Hey!" Zhao Zhongtian sighed, shook his head and said, "Although I know what the disease is, whether it can be cured depends on the good fortune of this kid."
"Ah!" Zhang Shiqian's face changed drastically and he said, "What kind of strange disease is this? It's so serious!"