C101 Spirit Sword You Ying (1/2)
”Could it be that this sword is pretty good?” Chang Jing asked unconfidently, ”But its quality is really not good.”
”Hehe,” the broken sword excitedly grabbed Chang Jing's shoulder and said, ”Foolish child, why don't you take a look at the sword for yourself and see if it's good or bad!”
Chang Jing received the broken sword suspiciously and looked at it.
The sword was eighty-five centimeters long, the blade sixty-six centimeters long (it had not been polished yet, and was only in its rudimentary form), the sword's craftsmanship was indeed extremely crude, to the point that it was rather bad. The sword's body looked like it was silver like water at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the sword's surface was bumpy and uneven, and its color was also a lot of spots.
”Grandfather, you're not thinking of making fun of me, right?” Chang Jing said embarrassedly as she returned the sword back to the broken sword, ”I really can't see how it's good.”
The broken sword laughed and shook his head, before passing the sword to the blazing domestic servant and said: ”Come and take a look, see whether my good grandson's sword is good or bad.”
The domestic servant took the sword and looked at it for a while before replying, ”Reporting to the lord, this lowly one is truly unable to say. ”Although this sword doesn't look very good on the outside, if you look closely you will see that it seems to contain a massive amount of energy. This energy also seems to be alive and constantly pulsing.”
”Yes, that's it!” The broken sword was satisfied with his reply, and once again handed the sword over to Chang Jing for him to carefully observe.
It was not that Chang Jing did not know what the domestic servant was talking about, but he had thought that it was because the Water Fire Magic Elements was inside the sword. When he took the sword again, he realized that she was wrong, and this energy wave was definitely not as simple as she thought. Therefore, Chang Jing tried to imbue her own Qi into it. In the beginning, there was nothing wrong, but after a while, a problem appeared.
”Grandfather, there seems to be something inside that is eating my magic!” Chang Jing was startled, and at the same time, retracted her hand.
”Now you know that this sword is not ordinary, right?” The broken sword stroked the sword in satisfaction and said, ”Although on the outside it doesn't look that outstanding, but on the inside it is definitely a good sword! Child, your first time refining a sword and you already have such achievements. As a grandfather, I feel very gratified. ”You better work harder in the future!”
”Grandson obeys!” Chang Jing replied excitedly after hearing the compliment.
”Then give this sword a name first. A good sword cannot lack a name.”
”According to grandfather, it's outer appearance is not outstanding, but inside, it's still very good. Why don't we call it — You Ying!”
”Good, now it's You Ying!” The Broken Sword took You Ying from Chang Jing's hands and said, ”Tonight, it will end here, tomorrow I will personally make it a sword sheath and handle.”
What the broken sword did not tell Chang Jing, was that You Ying was a sword with life and intelligence.
From that day onwards, Chang Jing trained with the broken sword during the day and night. The ancestor and grandson became more and more intimate, and the broken sword also became more and more fond of this grandson of her, who had only been in contact with him for a few days. And on the second day, You Ying made use of the Purple-Wood Handle (It was slightly sticky, and couldn't easily let go), and the engraved dragon sword sheath was ”gifted” to Chang Jing, so Chang Jing could be considered to have her own weapon.
Time quickly passed, and from Chang Jing to the Jian Hun family, more than ten days had passed unknowingly. Although Chang Jing's martial arts progress was not great, but in terms of crafting skills, she had increased by leaps and bounds, and she had faintly reached the level of a first-rate blacksmith (not a blacksmith).
After training with the broken sword for a day, Chang Jing ran back to his own residence alone — — microsporium continued to cultivate the [Demon God Seal] from the [Art of Warlord]. For the past ten days, other than the first time she had felt a Qi flow through her lower abdomen, Chang Jing did not feel any improvement and could not help but become restless.
”Is there something wrong with what I wrote?” He opened the space bag and took out the《 Art of Warlord》 that he had thrown inside the space bag on his way home from school.
”That's right, my memory is exactly the same as the one in the book, but what's the problem?”
The depressed Chang Jing started to carefully read the《 Art of Warlord》 once again. The few lines of words on the title page stunned him — ”Cultivator... ”In three hundred years, there will be a small success …”