Except Xu Xiaoshou.

"Senior Uncle Sang, what am I going to do? Beat you?" Cao Erzhu felt that Brother Shou and his disciples always had shocking things to say, so he asked first.

"Don't!"

Mr. Sang was shocked by this boy's shocking words.

He was just confirming to judge whether Cao Erzhu's ability was what he thought. He had no intention of taking a hit from this thing, even an ordinary blow.

"Put it away." He waved his hand quickly.

"Now that I've taken them out, I'm going to practice 'hammer holding'. I haven't practiced for a long time." Now that everyone knows about breaking the jar, I don't have anything to hide, so I can just train normally.

Cao Erzhu squatted slightly on horseback, holding the sledgehammer at an angle, with the hammer head facing outward, eyes wide open, looking forward, and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Sang, please continue talking."

The water ghost subconsciously retreated a little, then picked up Cenchofu from the side and moved them to another place.

He is a dark person anyway, and what he heard anyway is:

Uncle Sang, just say it. If you don't see it, you'll be done with it.

Mr. Sang knew that Er Zhu didn't have that intention, so he didn't dare to show off at this moment. He reorganized his words and said:

"The sword and the person holding the sword are indeed the best match, but no matter how good they are, they are never perfect."

"Theoretically speaking, the swordsmith, the sword, and the sword holder can create a true 'perfection' if they are united in mind."

"But this can only exist in theory."

As he spoke, Mr. Sang glanced at Erzhu and saw that there was nothing strange about him. He relaxed slightly and said:

"If it weren't for the elders of the family to help lead the way, it would be difficult to have a 'perfect' match if the normal wild path is practiced."

"Imagine, you and I started practicing the day after tomorrow. I practiced swordsmanship, and you practiced sword-making. We also happened to get a piece of divine iron. The three of us practiced while swordplaying. By the end, one of us was successful in swordsmanship and the other was skilled in sword-making.

Dacheng, the Divine Iron has finally been polished and perfected into a famous sword. The spirit of the famous sword connects the three and becomes the best in the world... Is this possible?"

Cao Erzhu shook his head, it was indeed basically impossible.

But this is in his own narrow world, maybe Uncle Sang will change the topic...

"It's really impossible."

Uncle Sang also shook his head, "I have lived for such a long time, so I am not ignorant at all. I have never heard of such a combination."

oh.

“But it’s possible to reinvent the wheel!”

"Meeting at the pinnacle of Tao, one is a master of swordsmanship, and the other is a master of sword-making. The two had a very happy conversation, and decided to work together to rebuild the master's entry sword - because of the ancient sword Xiu is usually the one who has the deepest relationship with the first sword, and through this, the foundation of the famous sword is laid, and the three of them become famous together."

"is it possible?"

Asking and answering questions, Mr. Sang said: "It's completely possible!"

Cao Erzhu was already brimming with enthusiasm: "Are they my father and Uncle Bazun?"

"no."

oh.

"It's possible, but they didn't do it."

"Because the pearls and jade come first, the famous sword hunts ghosts. It is from an ordinary sword that has not been polished twice, and only nourished by fame, it has embarked on the road of famous swords."

"The blade of the hunter's sword has many curls and pits, but this does not affect the strength of the hunter at all. On the contrary, it has become the label of the hunter, which is unprecedented and unprecedented!"

Hunting ghosts...

Some time ago, Cao Erzhu gained some knowledge about the spirit refining world, which was taught by Uncle Shenyi.

He knew that hunting ghosts was Hua Changdeng's sword.

Gone.

"So Qingju is discontinued." Old Sang changed the topic here and said with great regret:

"Today is different from the past. Not only the way of swordsmanship is slowly developing, but also the art of sword-making is slowly developing."

"Times are different. Nowadays, as soon as the tenth-grade spiritual sword comes out, it is surrounded by supreme artifacts, chaos artifacts, supernatural weapons, and even various relic monument artifacts that have been famous but have been dusted..."

"They have sealed the sky. No matter how strong Qingju is, if he wants to raise another 'invincible', it cannot be achieved overnight. The result of head-to-head confrontation is just like the eight masters. It is easy to break if it is too strong."

"So it's broken."

Cao Erzhu nodded in approval.

He understood what Uncle Sang said deeply.

When I came out of the small town, I thought it would be the starting point for my tenth-grade spiritual sword. I also imagined that one day I would soar into the clouds. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of Qingyuan Mountain, all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards suddenly appeared outside...

It feels a bit like the end!

If you are not careful, you will reach the end!

As expected, Dad won't lie to anyone. The spirit world is very scary, and the sword world is also very scary. Everyone is full of pressure.

"I don't want the history of Qingju to repeat itself, but now I have seen the clues." Mr. Sang looked at Cao Erzhu seriously.

"you……"

Cao Erzhu hesitated.

Which sword is worn out?

After such a big detour, I'm actually not stupid. I just want to see that you want me to help you with your sword.

It's okay, you can just say it.

But the problem is...

"Do you have a sword?" Cao Erzhu asked hesitantly.

"I don't have one myself." Sang Lao stretched out his hands, but they were withered and charred. After all, he couldn't stand the appearance of thin skin and tender meat, so he chose to change the skin.

He stared at his hands and smiled: "In other words, you can't fight with my sword."

"Then who wants to fight with swords?"

Mr. Sang put down his hand and held the straw hat. He did not answer, but said: "The swordsmith's first sword is the same as the sword holder's first sword. The emotion is the deepest at the moment when the soul is born."

Cao Erzhu was shocked.

Is this the reason why Dad didn’t allow himself to successfully achieve spirituality?

He refused to let the weapons he fought to give birth to spirits, and even suppressed all possibilities of "spiritual birth", just to keep this... first time?

So who should I leave this first time to?

Cao Erzhu became even more curious and asked again: "Uncle Sang, please stop showing off. Who am I going to fight for?"

Mr. Sang took off his straw hat, bent down, and said sincerely: "Er Zhu, do you have a good relationship with Xu Xiaoshou?"

Little Brother Shou...

"If I implore you, if you fight the first sword for Xu Xiaoshou, do your best, even if you work hard...in the true sense of the word, can you do it?"

Cao Erzhu couldn't stand his horse's steps anymore: "But Brother Xiao Shou already has his first sword..."

At this point, Cao Erzhu suddenly woke up.

Sword, sword holder, swordsmith, first sword, remade...

"Hide the bitterness?!"

Cao Erzhu exclaimed, he realized it!

Mr. Sang didn't say anything and nodded very seriously. This was not a joke. This would determine the rest of Xu Xiaomeng's swordsmanship.

Cao Erzhu suddenly put away the sky-shattering hammer, stood at attention and responded seriously:

"Uncle Sang, if it were Brother Xiaoshou, even if there was no Xianglong, my answer would only be, and it must be..."

He slapped his chest heavily, his eyes gleamed, and he shouted loudly and unequivocally:
Chapter completed!