Zhong Yu always holds a sword in his hand. The sword spikes on it are very simple but also very beautiful.
"Did Master ever say that he would forge a sword for you?"
"No."
"Then it will probably take some time. When you have mastered your sword skills, he will definitely forge a sword for you himself."
"Master, can he forge swords?"
"Yes, your senior sister's and I's swords were both forged by our master."
With that said, Nan Qing wanted to take a look at Zhong Yu's sword. She asked for it and came over to take a closer look. After all, she had seen so many things and experienced so many worlds, and she could still make out some of it.
This sword-making craftsmanship is excellent, definitely at the master level.
Er Er: "The male partner forged the sword for his apprentice himself because he didn't want to spend money to hire someone to forge it. The Tian Sect has the materials, and as an elder, you can get them yourself."
"Is this, like this?"
Er Er continued to break the news: "One of his swords sold for a sky-high price, and he didn't forge it easily. He only sold two swords in a hundred years."
It was still a money-making craft, so Nan Qing was curious to whom the two swords were sold.
"Sold to the master and Jian Yun, one hundred thousand spiritual stones," Er Er said.
"One hundred thousand spirit stones! Spirit stones are worth more than gold. He spent so much money to buy them. His life is not very luxurious. How come he is poor?"
22: "No matter how rich he is, he can't bear to give alms. Sixty years ago, the world was in chaos and wars broke out. He went down the mountain and traveled around the country. He did little to eliminate demons, but he did the most to give alms, and he was also giving out porridge.
He also treated people. Thirty years ago, there was a drought and plague, and he did the same thing."
Nan Qing looked at the sword in her hand. Although she had not seen Shen Zhimu do these things with her own eyes, she had only listened to a general summary before. Now that she heard the specific things Shen Zhimu did, she felt a sense of affection for him in her heart.
New insights.
Shen Zhimu is a person with great love.
He knew that the first person he would blame for his apprentice's cultivating demons would definitely be himself.
Why.
Er Er comforted: "Don't think so much. It's wrong to practice demons, but as long as you don't do any bad things, it's fine. Haven't you already thought about it?"
"But I feel a little sorry for him. He taught me very seriously, but I went astray."
People are complex and have all kinds of inner conflicts.
But women's emotions always come and go quickly.
Nan Qing heard the vendor in front selling freshly roasted chestnuts, and she immediately returned the sword to Zhong Yu.
"Brother, let's go buy chestnuts!"
"Junior sister, don't run so fast, Li Zi won't run away."
"Hurry up, it's delicious when it's just out of the pot. Let's take it back to Master first after we buy it."
Nan Qing squeezed to the stall and bought a large bag of chestnuts, wrapping them tightly in oil paper so that the heat would not dissipate.
Seeing her holding it like a treasure, Zhong Yu chuckled: "Junior sister likes to eat chestnuts?"
"I bought it for Master."
"Master doesn't like these snacks, you should keep them for yourself." In Zhong Yu's opinion, these are the snacks eaten by the girl's family.
Nan Qing chuckled and said nothing.
Let's send the chestnuts back first.
As she walked, Nan Qing suddenly felt something was wrong, and her expression changed subtly.
It's over.
I have been looking forward to it for a long time, but now the result is here.
The discomfort between my legs is familiar yet unfamiliar.
The white gauze chest-length skirt she wore today was so thin that any trace of blood would be particularly noticeable.
She walked carefully, thinking that she could make it to the inn, but after only a few steps, she felt that the sunflower water was coming fiercely and was about to leak.
Zhong Yu also found that her walking posture was a bit strange and her steps were slow.
"Junior sister, what's wrong with you?"
Nan Qing grimaced: "Brother, can you put your robe on for me..."
Zhong Yu didn't understand what was going on at first, but when he saw his little junior sister's embarrassed and anxious look, he understood. His ears turned red without saying a word, and he took off his robe and put it on her.
The two of them hurried back to the inn without saying anything.
Nan Qing wanted to go back to the room to deal with it, but unexpectedly he met Shen Zhimu on the corridor who had just left the room.
Shen Zhimu's eyes fell on her, or to be precise, on the clothes she was wearing.
