As soon as Ye Guhong returned to the kitchen, he saw Di Xu and Zhu Ling gathering around him with anxious faces.
Ye Guhong didn't know how to explain it. He just said that there was a misunderstanding and now the misunderstanding has been resolved.
Di Xu asked two or three times, but Ye Guhong hesitated and answered. Di Xu knew that there was something unspeakable in it, so he stopped asking.
Zhu Ling refused to let Ye Guhong go. He pointed at the knife in his hand and asked, "Where did this knife come from?"
Ye Guhong shrugged and said: "The young master Qin gave it to me, maybe because he wronged me, so he felt bad about it."
Zhu Ling snorted and said: "He clearly knows that our Jueying Sect disciples all practice swordsmanship, but he still gives you a sword. He simply looks down on us and this sword is definitely not a good thing. Let me see."
Ye Guhong also handed over the knife obediently.
Zhu Ling caught the knife and immediately laughed: "This knife only weighs one or two kilograms and is as light as cotton. It can't even be used!"
As he spoke, he held the handle of the knife and pulled it out with a squeak.
In an instant, there was only a buzzing sound. Without waving, there was already a sound of breaking through the air.
Zhu Ling was not a fool. He immediately noticed the sharpness of the blade.
Zhu Ling returned the sword to its sheath and sighed in admiration: "It is really rare that there is such a sharp sword in the world, but this sword is just for looking at, it cannot be used against the enemy in battle."
Ye Guhong was initially pleased with what he heard, but when he heard this, he was suddenly shocked: "Why?"
Di Xu took the knife from Zhu Ling's hand, pulled it out, took a quick look, and said with a smile: "This knife is too light. When you dare to swing it without any substance, it feels as if you are waving cotton. Such a knife is useless at all."
What kind of martial arts and sword skills are there?”
Ye Guhong took the knife and smiled bitterly: "At least this knife will be easy to use for cutting vegetables?"
Unexpectedly, Di Xu still shook his head and said: "Once this knife is chopped, it is probably so sharp that it can cut the chopping board directly."
Ye Guhong rolled his eyes, put the knife aside, and went to cook by himself
That night, in the room
Ye Guhong threw the knife on the bed and went out to get water to wash his face.
Meier suddenly came out of nowhere and stood in front of Ye Guhong: "Hey, quickly try to see if this sword fits your hand."
"What kind of precious knife is it? It can't even cut vegetables. What's the use of being sharp!" Ye Guhong said helplessly.
Meier was reluctant: "Those people are ignorant people, they don't know how to use white flame steel, of course I say so."
"White flame steel?"
Mei'er said in a familiar tone: "It's true that the white flame steel, a kind of steel developed by the forging master Tuo Gang in ancient times, is tempered with gold. It is not only extremely sharp, but also has extremely miraculous effects."
Although Ye Guhong didn't quite understand what he heard, he always felt that he seemed to be very powerful. He took the sword and unsheathed it. He observed it carefully and found that it was indeed something different.
This knife is about four feet long and three inches wide. The blade is very narrow and similar to a sword. The blade is very thin. When viewed flatly, it almost forms a line. However, even though it is so thin, the white flame steel is still extremely hard. Ye Gu
Hong tried hard to break it open several times but still couldn't break it open.
Although it is so magical, this knife is just like Di Xu said, it has no quality feel at all.
Mei'er didn't wait for Ye Guhong to ask, and said straight to the point: "Try injecting your spiritual energy into the blade."
Ye Guhong said in astonishment: "Spiritual breath? Inject it into the blade? Can the blade be injected into it? No."
Although he was full of doubts, Ye Guhong still circulated his spiritual energy, gathered the dragon flame spiritual energy in his hand, and slowly poured it into the knife.
A fiery red light spurted out from the white blade. As Ye Guhong's spiritual energy continued to be injected, the originally bright white blade gradually turned into a blade shining with blood-red light.
At the same time, Ye Guhong felt that the blade suddenly became heavier and neither light nor heavy. It happened to be the most comfortable weight for him to hold.
Now Ye Guhong completely understood the reason why Meier insisted on accepting this knife.
Just based on its weight and sharpness, this knife is a rare treasure.
Ye Guhong swung his long knife twice without any rules.
The bright red light follows Ye Guhong's movements, like a meteor dragging its fiery red tail, swinging back and forth in the dark night. It's really beautiful.
Ye Guhong was surprised to find that he was very comfortable with the knife. Although he had not learned any knife skills, it was much more comfortable than fighting with fists and feet.
Mei'er cheered softly on the side: "Great, it seems that you are indeed the master of the Moon-Eating Knife, and you can make the Moon-Eating Knife shine again in one go."
"Moon-Eating Knife? What a domineering name." Ye Guhong exclaimed slightly.
"Hehe, if you have the chance to learn the Moon-Eating Sword Technique in the future, you will know what true domineering means."
Ye Guhong knew that this Moon-Eating Sword or some other Moon-Eating Sword technique must be a legend from ancient times, but he was too lazy to ask now.
I am very happy to have such a good weapon.
The most gratifying thing for Ye Guhong is that the shape of this long knife is very similar to a long sword, and it can almost be used as a sword.
Even if you learn the swordsmanship of Jueyingmen in the future, you may be able to use it with this sword.
Suddenly, Ye Guhong remembered another thing
He first withdrew the dragon flame spiritual energy, then reversed the meridians and poured the blade spiritual energy into the Moon-Eating Knife.
A bright silver light burst out, instantly making the whole room look like daylight
A thin layer of blade spiritual energy covered the Moon-Eating Knife, and a very low sound of sword contact could be heard faintly from the blade.
Compared to the fusion of Longan Spiritual Breath, the Blade Spiritual Breath seems to be more suitable for the Moon-Eating Knife.
Ye Guhong's hands were itching unbearably, and he really wanted to find a book of sword skills to practice immediately
But at this moment, the light on the Moon-Eating Sword suddenly dimmed.
When Ye Guhong was confused, Meier explained: "The spiritual energy in your body is not deep, and it is consumed too much. Naturally, you cannot maintain this situation for a long time."
Ye Guhong's interest was greatly reduced. After all, the most important thing was to make his spiritual aura stronger.
After collecting his mood, Ye Guhong crossed his legs on the bed and began to practice the Spiritual Breath Transformation into Rain Technique quietly.
The next day, Ye Guhong opened his eyes and was in a great mood
Last night, Ye Guhong finally broke through the ninth level of spiritual disciple and was promoted to the first level of spiritual disciple. His strength, physique and body have been greatly strengthened.
At this moment, there was a sudden sway outside the door
Ye Guhong saw that the sky had not yet completely lighted up, and he wondered who would come to him so early.
Suddenly, I heard the weak voice of the guard shouting: "Aniu... open the door..."
Ye Guhong jumped up in horror and hurriedly went to open the door because he only heard one sound and recognized it as Di Xu's voice.
As soon as the door opened, Di Xu, who was covered in blood, wanted Ye Guhong to come over.
Ye Guhongji hurriedly helped him to his bed, looked at him for a moment, and was suddenly shocked.
Di Xu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. It looked like he had been beaten. It was nothing. He had wounds on his shoulders, chest, arms and other places, and he was bleeding. These wounds were very small and not fatal. Although there was a lot of bleeding, it was not fatal.
Won't die
"Who did this?" Ye Guhong asked through gritted teeth.
Di Xu shook his head weakly and said in a very weak voice: "I'm fine. Go find Xiaoya quickly. She...she may be in danger..."