Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 53 Raising a Sword
As Shen Ping'an used the magic weapon editor, an editing box instantly popped up in front of Shen Ping'an.

However, this time the editing box is more complicated than the martial arts editor used last time.

In addition to editing the requirements for the magic weapon, Shen Pingan also needs to choose the "style" and "forging materials" himself.

Click on a "Forging Material" separately, which not only contains an introduction to the material, but also comes with recommendations for other forging materials that can be matched with it.

It also saved Shen Ping'an from using materials that should not be used, resulting in the forged magic weapon being useless.

Half an hour later.

Only after determining the forging materials and styles and inputting his own requirements for the magic weapon did Shen Pingan choose to generate it.

[Magic weapons are being generated 1% 5% 10%]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully generating a magic weapon. It has been automatically placed in the system backpack. Please check or extract it yourself.]

A quarter of an hour later, as the system's prompt message popped up, Shen Pingan had an idea.

The next moment, a long sword appeared in front of Shen Pingan.

The handle is seven inches and three-tenths of an inch long, and is carved from the thousand-year-old ink marrow of the Kunlun Snow Peak. It is pitch black and clear like smoke from a frozen spring.

It is sealed with a strand of agarwood black jade, and it feels as warm as touching the soft hand of a beauty when held in the hand.

The scabbard is three feet and seven tenths of an inch long, and is pitch black as ink. The golden patterns on the scabbard resemble the Big Dipper descending from the Milky Way, converging into the word "Yi Xi".

Although it has not been unsheathed, one can already feel the chill emanating from the blade within the sheath.

As the long sword was slowly drawn out of the scabbard, the melodious sound of the sword when the blade passed through the scabbard was like the tinkling of a spring, and the sword body was as bright as a mirror, as if it was a pool of frozen autumn water.

His eyes fell on the long sword in his hand. The sword-shaped true energy in Shen Ping'an's body circulated, and a wisp of sword-shaped true energy burst out from his fingertips, then turned in the air and fell on the blade.

As the sword energy collided with the sword blade, the sword energy was split into two the moment it touched the sword blade.

Taking this scene in, Shen Ping'an's eyes flashed.

"What a sword!"

Immediately afterwards, Shen Pingan injected his true energy into the sword.

With the injection of a large amount of true energy, the sword body was also wrapped in a layer of bright white light, and sword energy surrounded the blade.

At the tip of the sword, there was a three-inch sword light that was flickering.

The most amazing thing is that even though Shen Ping'an has gathered his true energy, the true energy on the sword blade has not dissipated yet.

Seeing this scene, Shen Pingan had a smile on his face.

Editor Shen Pingan: The forging material used for this sword is cold marrow black jade ore.

According to the system introduction, it was formed by the nurturing of thousands of years in the cold pond.

Not only does the long sword have a high fluidity of true qi and sword intent, it also has the effect of storing energy like the evil emperor's relics.

There was no feeling of stagnation of true energy as when Shen Ping'an used the ordinary long sword or the three-foot green bamboo at home before.

"Not bad!"

With another sigh of admiration in his heart, Shen Pingan held the sword across his body, and slowly injected the sword intent and sword-shaped true energy into the sword.

After an incense stick of time, as the long sword in his hand returned to its sheath, the sword intent and true energy in Shen Ping'an's body quickly calmed down.

After thinking for a while, Shen Pingan called out softly.

"Green Mountains".

After a few breaths, the door that was originally closed was opened, and Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan entered the room.

As the two approached, their eyes quickly shifted to the Wushuang sword held in Shen Ping'an's left hand.

"Cousin, when did you get this sword?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Pingan said casually: "A few years ago, I asked a friend in the martial arts world to help me build it, and I just went to get it back."

Shen Qingshan and Qu Feiyan had no doubts about this. After all, with Shen Ping'an's strength, it would be too easy for him to leave quietly without being known by them.

"Cousin, can you let me take a look?"

Shen Ping'an nodded slightly and handed the sword to Shen Qingshan.

Just as Shen Qingshan and Qu Feiyan were looking up and down at the sword, Shen Ping'an's voice suddenly rang out.

"You can look at it, but you can't draw the sword. It's still in the stage of cultivating the sword."

Qu Feiyan asked curiously, "Sir, what is sword cultivation?"

Knowing that the two were puzzled, Shen Pingan explained, "There are thousands of swords. Due to different forging methods and materials, the internal structures are also completely different."

"A top swordsman needs to maintain the sword when he gets a new sword."

"Infuse the sword with sword intent, sword energy, and true energy, and let it flow back and forth through your body, so that the sword in your hand also carries the aura of the sword wielder."

"Let your own Qi and sword intent blend with the sword in your hand, so as to quickly achieve the unity of man and sword."

After introducing the two, Shen Pingan turned to Shen Qingshan and asked, "Has Qingfeng sent any letters recently?"

Unlike Shen Ping'an, who only has Shen Ping'an in his family, Shen Tiannan has two sons in total. In addition to Shen Qingshan, he has another son named Shen Qingfeng, who is two years younger than Shen Qingshan.

When I was a child, I liked to follow Shen Ping'an just like Shen Qingshan.

It was just that he was sent to Wudang by Shen Tiannan ten years ago, and then became a disciple of Wudang Mo Shenggu.

His talent is slightly better than Shen Qingshan's. Although he is only 29 years old, he has reached the seventh level of Tongmai Realm.

Shen Qingshan nodded and said, "Before the New Year, I sent someone to send a letter back to say hello. He said that something happened in the Wudang Sect and I couldn't leave for the time being. I will come back when I have free time."

Hearing what Shen Qingshan said, Shen Pingan frowned slightly.

As a top-tier power, Wudang has always been gentle towards its disciples.

During festivals, if disciples have relatives who are still alive, they can go home to reunite with them.

The atmosphere in the Shen family is harmonious, and Shen Qingfeng has a very good relationship with his family members.

In previous years, every time he returned to the Shen family from Wudang, he would persuade Shen Pingan to join the Wudang Sect.

It was the first time that I didn’t come back home during the Chinese New Year last month.

It wasn't a big deal.

But combined with the news in Jianghu Fengyunlu that the Ming Cult summoned its disciples to return to Guangmingding, Shen Pingan had a guess in his mind.

After thinking for a while, Shen Pingan sighed softly: "Looks like I have to go to Wudang."

Hearing Shen Pingan's words, Shen Qingshan couldn't help but ask: "Cousin, is there any problem?"

Shen Pingan said: "I just have some guesses."

As he spoke, Shen Pingan stood up and walked towards the yard where Shen Tiannan lived.

However, just as Shen Pingan and the other two walked into the garden, they ran into Shen Tiannan who was walking hurriedly from the other side of the garden.

When Shen Tiannan saw Shen Pingan and others walking towards him, he was stunned for a moment, then quickened his pace.

After walking in front of Shen Ping'an, Shen Tiannan spoke first, his voice a little solemn.

"Ping An, look at this note."

As he spoke, Shen Tiannan raised his sleeve and handed the note to Shen Pingan.

Shen Pingan took the note and glanced at it quickly, only to see some ink marks and a line of small words on the paper.

"On the fifth day of the fifth month, the six major sects, Northern Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Huashan Sword Sect, Kongtong, and Kunlun, besieged Guangmingding. Shen Qingfeng of the Shen family also joined Wudang in the battle."

(End of this chapter)