Mo Wen lay on the window lattice and stared outside in a daze. Seven days had passed since he sneaked into the sword pool. The injury on his leg had healed, but he could only stay in the room because he was grounded.
Because his sudden intrusion caused a high-grade spirit sword to fail to inject spirit, his father ordered him to be grounded for a month to meditate on his mistakes as punishment. From time to time, the scene of the spirit sword breaking that day flashed before his eyes, as well as the coldness with which his father looked at him.
eyes.
Why? It's obviously your fault. You shouldn't let that ferocious one-horned flaming wolf rob other people's homes.
"Haha, little waste! Little waste!"
"Come and see, the little loser is locked up in the house!"
Several young children stood outside the window and made faces at Mo Wen.
Mo Wen clenched his fists and said angrily: "I'm not a waste!"
"You are trash! You are trash! We have spiritual swords, do you have them?" Several children showed off the spiritual swords in their hands.
"I also have a spiritual sword. I have many spiritual swords! More than you all!" Mo Wen shouted unconvinced.
"Hahahaha, is that a spiritual sword of yours? You still treat a few useless swords as treasures. It's really appropriate for useless swords to match useless ones." Several children laughed.
"Oops! No, the witch is coming!" A child shouted. Then a group of children ran away like a fried pot.
Then a little girl about six or seven years old appeared in the field of vision. She was holding a lunch box in her hand and stared at the children who were scattered like a flock of birds and beasts with cold eyes.
"Qingqing! Qingqing!" Mo Wen greeted Mu Qingqing with a cheerful smile.
Mu Qingqing's eyes softened a lot when she looked at him. She came to the window sill and placed the lunch box on it: "There is today's medicine in it. Remember to drink it up."
Mo Wen's face turned bitter, but he quickly returned to normal and said politely: "Qingqing, can you let me see your spirit sword?"
"No, third uncle said that you are not allowed to touch the spirit sword." Mu Qingqing said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Good Qingqing, sister Qingqing, just let me touch you." Don't give up.
Mu Qingqing ignored him and turned around to leave.
"Oh! Bad Qingqing! You don't let me touch it, I have it myself, I'm touching it myself!" Mo Wen shouted at Mu Qingqing's back.
Mo Wen jumped down from the chair with his lunch box in his arms, then put the lunch box on the table, took out a bowl of soup and drank it while holding his nose. He didn't want to drink the soup, but he had to drink it, because if he didn't drink it, he would
I will have no energy and want to sleep. Although I will make a fuss every time I take the medicine, I will drink the medicine in the end.
He is sick. He has known that he is sick since he can remember. A bowl of soup every day is indispensable. He doesn't know what disease he has. His mother won't tell him, but his father doesn't dare to ask, because every time his father sees him
His eyes were very cold. Many times at night, he was awakened by his father's cold eyes. He was afraid and asked his mother why his father hated him so much. But his mother told him that it was severity, not hatred. She said that he became ill after taking the medicine.
He will be cured, but he drinks medicine every day and is still not cured even now.
There were some of his favorite foods in the lunch box, but it was a pity that he didn't eat much each time. After eating a few pieces of pastries, Mo Wen pushed the lunch box aside.
He quickly got under the bed and groped for a while, and pulled out a wooden box about three feet long. The wooden box seemed to be very heavy, and he dragged it with great difficulty, and finally pushed the wooden box to the open space in the room. Then
He sat on the ground, blew on the soil on the box, and opened the lid.
There are eight sheathed or unsheathed spirit swords lying inside. These are the spirit swords he collected himself. To be precise, they are abandoned spirit swords. After the sword body or the spirit of the sword is damaged, it loses its spirituality and can no longer be used by the spirit sword master.
They use.
Mo Wen picked up an unsheathed spiritual sword from inside. This spiritual sword was red in color, but there was obviously a crack on the sword, which caused the sword to have incomplete spiritual veins. The spiritual sword is the same as the human body. There are meridians in the human body that can circulate spiritual power.
, the spiritual sword also has veins, it is the carrier of the sword spirit. If the sword body's spiritual veins are damaged, the sword spirit will also be severely damaged, usually irrecoverable damage, so it will be abandoned by the spirit sword masters.
This is a low-grade spiritual sword. He begged it from an elder spiritual sword master in the villa. Originally, due to the existence of the sword pool in the Sword Forging Villa, the spiritual sword would be thrown into the sword pool after it was damaged to enhance the spirituality of the sword pool.
However, a low-grade spiritual sword and a waste sword had weak spirituality. It didn't matter whether it could enter the sword pool or not. Mo Wen's identity was special, so no one cared about it.
After taking possession of the spirit sword, a strange feeling suddenly entered Mo Wen's heart. The sword in his hand suddenly turned into a monster. In a trance, a three-eyed fire monkey fiercely attacked his hand!
"Ah!" Mo Wen shouted and threw the spirit sword far away.
Bang!
The fiery red spirit sword bounced on the ground for a few times and then calmed down. Mo Wen looked to see where the three-eyed fire monkey was. Mo Wen looked at the spirit sword thrown on the ground in the distance, and remembered that day in the sword pool again.
In the movie, the vicious one-horned flaming wolf swallows the spiritual sword.
A deep feeling of disgust filled Mo Wen's young heart. He grabbed another spiritual sword from the box. This time it was a black civet cat. Mo Wen threw the sword out fiercely. He picked up another one.
A sheathed spiritual sword and a spotted python climbed up Mo Wen's arm.
Throw! Throw! Throw!
A series of seven spiritual swords were thrown out by Mo Wen angrily. He seemed to be possessed. There was nothing in his eyes but the sword. When he picked up the last broken sword, his throwing movement slowed down.
Mo Wen brought the broken sword in front of him. The black blade was only half a foot long, which was shorter than an ordinary dagger. It was stained with rust and had many small cracks. Most of the hilt was also rusted.
It looked like scrap metal that had been dug out of the ground for who knows how long.
A trace of vague spirituality lingered in his heart, like a low voice or a confession, lingering with an inexplicable sadness, and at the same time mixed with a strange joy, as if old friends who had been together for many years suddenly reunited.
The sword is originally made of iron, but it communicates with the spirit by holding it, moves by the heart, lives by blood, and dies by non-thoughts...
The void voice heard in the sword pool that day resounded in my heart, and a faint light rose on the surface of the broken sword, like a candle in the wind that might be extinguished at any time, but it firmly released its own light, proving that
own existence.
There seemed to be an invisible suction force on Mo Wen's hand, and the spiritual light on the broken sword was attracted and suddenly penetrated into it.
An ancient scene slowly unfolded in front of Mo Wen. On the desolate land, a two-headed demon wolf looked up to the sky and howled wildly. Its huge body was like a hill. Suddenly, a black lightning flashed across the sky and the earth, almost tearing the sky apart. The demon wolf howled sadly.
With a wild roar, the huge body split in half from the center and fell heavily to the ground. A sword, a black sword, simple and unpretentious, rose faintly from the corpse of the demon wolf, like a black elf...
It seemed like an eternity, and it seemed like an instant, the picture disappeared, and nothing changed. Mo Wen looked at the broken sword in his hand, and a feeling of blood connection was introduced into his heart. At this moment, he had a strange feeling, regardless of this sword
Who is the owner of the sword? At this moment, it only belongs to you!
"Little waste, little waste!" Another laughter came from the window.
Mo Wen climbed up from the ground with the broken sword, climbed up the window on his chair, waved the broken sword and shouted excitedly: "I have a spiritual sword! I have a spiritual sword!"
"Haha, it is indeed a useless sword with a useless sword. Is that a spiritual sword of yours?" A six or seven-year-old boy sneered, pulled out his spiritual sword with a cry, and slashed to the side. A faint flash of light flashed on the blade.
With the spiritual light, the tree trunk as thick as the mouth of a bowl was easily cut off. Then he raised his sword and looked at Mo Wen provocatively: "This is the real spiritual sword!"
"Young Master Yu is so awesome!"
"From now on, our villa will have to rely on Young Master Yu to support us. If outsiders know that our young villa owner is a loser, how can our Sword Making Villa survive in the world?"
"That's right, young master of the village, never mention our Sword Making Villa when you go out in the future, we can't afford to lose this person!"
"Okay, okay, what nonsense are you talking to this loser? Let's go practice swordplay."
Several teenagers laughed and walked away, but when they left, the young man named Yu Shao sneered at Mo Wen from a distance, with endless ridicule in his eyes.
"Humph! You are the losers." Mo Wen shouted angrily at the retreating figures of the young men.
Mo Wen stroked the broken sword and said, "They are all idiots. They don't even know there is a monster in the sword. You are the only one who is good. You will be my spiritual sword from now on. Can I call you Xiao Hei?"
The dark and broken sword body was extremely calm, without any response, but Mo Wen happily held it in his arms, because it was the only spiritual sword that resonated with him, even though it was broken... dd