Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

Astrology building

In the back hall of the main hall of the Astrology Building, there is a small room specially set up. In the room, there are stoves, molds, and everything that can be found in a blacksmith's shop.

After getting the weapon guide given to him by the great witch, Lu Ping selected the weapon to be cast, which was a short dagger.

From drawing the blueprints to finding all the raw materials, it took a full three months. Others were not difficult to find. Only the black iron witch found a piece of excellent color and quality after a lot of effort.

During this period, King Langji approached Lu Ping, and for the first time showed the appearance of a loving father in front of Lu Ping, but King Langji didn't care about Lu Ping, but kindly told him to stay by Dawu's side and not to cause trouble for Dawu.

Lu Ping didn't know what King Langji said a long time ago, but now he just nodded when he heard it, and his left ear went in and his right ear went out.

Talking to King Langji, it would be better to let Lu Ping lie in the room alone and ponder over his dagger.

The Heavenly Master forges the weapon and does not allow others to intervene. It is ignited, polished, smelted and shaped, and everything must be done by the Heavenly Master himself.

A son of Lu Ping, although he said that he was not favored, he had never done such a thing before. He really had no experience, so he tried it out like this. After two full years, the blueprint was changed and changed, and the dagger was formed and melted. Lu Ping looked satisfied.

This dagger is different from ordinary swords. It is short and sharp, with an upwardly curved tip and an arc-shaped blade. After cutting the blade, place the dagger under the sun. The light on the blade looks like the eyes of a hawk in midair.

After Lu Ping entered the astrology building, he devoted all his attention to the sword. Except for the great witch, he didn't see anyone who came to him. Because of this, King Langji felt more at ease with Lu Ping, and the rewards came one after another.

It seemed that he was afraid that Lu Ping would not learn mystical arts from the great witch one day. King Langji sent a lot of mystic arts books, occasionally mixed with precious gold, silver and jade articles. Lu Ping returned all those expensive objects, and only kept the books for sword casting. Watching and playing can also be regarded as a pastime.

Until the day before the dagger was cast, King Langji sent someone to deliver a ruby ​​in an ebony box.

Normally, Lu Ping would have just glanced at it and let Fushu send it back, but now the top of the dagger is missing a crown, and the sharp blade matches the blood-red gemstone very well.

Lu Ping even thought of the shining light of this gemstone on the dagger hilt, accepted the gemstone for the first time, thanked the palace man who sent the things, and returned to the sword casting room with the box in his arms, thinking about how to insert the gemstone on top.

Now the ruby ​​is firmly attached to the hilt of the dagger, flashing red light, and the dagger is only one step away from sharpening, feeding blood.

A celestial master's weapon must have a spirit. If you want to produce a weapon spirit, not only must the material of the weapon be first-class, but also need to be fed with the blood of the celestial master.

The big witch told Lu Ping a long time ago that there are two ways to feed blood, one is to use the blood of the hands, and the other is to use the blood of the heart.

After all, Lu Ping is the son of Langji, and it is too dangerous to use his heart and soul, so to be safe, the big witch carefully told Lu Ping to only use his heart and blood, and Lu Ping is used to fooling others. On the surface he promised well, but how to actually do it depends on He alone knows.

Lu Ping cared about this sword very much, otherwise he wouldn't have spent two years on it. From the first time the blueprint appeared in front of Lu Ping, he wanted to spend the best of everything on the dagger.

He was the only one in the sword casting room, and Lu Ping was holding the dagger tightly. The dagger had not yet been branded with sword inscriptions. Lu Ping wanted to wait until the sword spirit came out, and he asked the sword spirit's opinion before making any plans.

As if raising a life by himself, Lu Ping bent his lips, and then his eyes shone brightly, and he held the dagger in his hand and sent it to his heart. heart.

His heart was throbbing, and there was darkness in front of his eyes. Lu Ping took a few steps back and leaned against the wall for support so he didn't fall to the ground. However, his face suddenly turned pale due to the pain and blood loss.

The dagger seemed to be alive, Lu Ping could feel the blood in his heart being slowly sucked away by the cold iron, his hands became weak, he didn't even have the strength to hold the hilt of the sword, let alone pull the dagger out of his heart .

Lu Ping could no longer hear the voices in his ears, it seemed to be silent, but it seemed to become extremely noisy in the next moment, his body felt cold, Lu Ping's eyes were weak, his eyes were closed, his knees softened and Lu Ping fell forward If you go, you will fall to the ground.

However, I don't know if it was an illusion caused by excessive blood loss. Lu Ping only felt that he had fallen into a cold embrace. A gentle touch passed through his heart. All that remains is a sad sigh from the ancient trek.

With a palpitation in his heart, Lu Ping stretched out his hand tentatively. He grabbed the corner of someone's clothes. He wanted to open his eyes to see who was in front of him, but just as Lu Ping had this idea, he lost consciousness and fell into a deep depression. in a coma.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Lu Ping opened his eyes again and found that he had returned to Shangxue Building.

Although he became the apprentice of the great witch, apart from the bedrooms of the great witch and Liubi, there was really no room for Lu Ping in the astrology building, so he still lived in the original place, just learning to go to the big witch's place.

Was it the big witch who sent him back?Lu Ping propped up his body to do it, but his heart no longer hurt. He stretched out his hand and pulled it apart. There was nothing else on his heart except a shallow scar on his chest. The wound had healed, and there was no more pain.

Lu Ping's last impression was that he put the dagger into his heart, and then someone grabbed him. As for whether that person existed, and who it was, Lu Ping couldn't see it at the time, and he lost too much blood and was weak. He didn't know whether that person was hallucinating or not. have no idea.

Feeling disappointed, Lu Ping raised his hand to cover his eyes, and subconsciously touched under the pillow. Before, he would bring the dagger back and put it under the pillow.

But now that he stretched out his hand, it was in vain. Where is his dagger?

Lu Ping pulled the pillow away, looked at the head of the bed, and finally put on his shoes and went down to the table in the middle of the bedroom, but there was still nothing, where did he go?

Frowning tightly, Lu Ping raised his voice and was about to call Fushu to come in, but before he could speak, a man was wearing a black robe, with a handsome face and a gentle expression. He was young and his hair was tied up with a jade crown. Holding a bowl of porridge, seeing Lu Ping wake up, the man's eyes lit up, and his voice was delighted, "You're awake."

A strange man suddenly appeared in the Shangxue building, and this man was able to enter and leave his bedroom at will without being blocked. Lu Ping looked at the man warily. He carefully looked at every part of the man's body, but felt that this man won't hurt yourself.

This idea came suddenly, Lu Ping had never been so reassured about other people, he pursed his lips, his face improved a bit, but he still didn't let go of his guard.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Lu Ping sat on the seat by the table, put his hands on the table, and asked looking up at the man.

Although he has concentrated on making swords these past few years, he has learned from the Great Witch. Not only has he improved his mystical skills, but Lu Ping has also acquired a bluffing appearance. thing.

And listening to Lu Ping's obviously suspicious tone, the man put the porridge in Lu Ping's hand, lowered his eyes with a disappointed expression, and looked sad, "Don't you want me?"

"What?" Lu Ping was taken aback. He didn't expect the man to speak so shockingly. The serious look he made before was instantly shattered. Lu Ping opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He had never seen this person before. Han?

"You lost a lot of blood and passed out in the sword casting room. I brought you back." The man continued, "You don't remember?"

Lu Ping shook his head, "Although there are no guards in the sword casting room, not everyone can get in. How did you get in?"

"I..." The man's face turned pale, "You really don't remember me."

The man lowered his head as if he was wronged, he pursed his lips and clasped his fingers together, the hem of his clothes flipped, Lu Ping noticed a sword on the man's waist, it was a dagger that he couldn't find after searching for a long time.

With a sudden jump in his heart, a ridiculous idea appeared in Lu Ping's mind. This man said that he brought himself back from the sword casting room, and that Lu Ping didn't remember him. When people come in and out, they will not allow strangers to bring porridge to them, unless this person is not a stranger at all, but a sword spirit fed by Lu Ping with blood.

This idea was too absurd. Lu Ping looked at the man again. Although the man was not good-looking like a mortal, his gestures were full of smoke and fire. He stood tall and tall and there was a shadow on the ground. How could he be a sword spirit? ?

With suspicion in his heart, Lu Ping asked softly, "What's your name?"

It was a simple sentence, but the man looked at Lu Ping with dissatisfaction. Lu Ping suddenly understood the man's expression. If this man is really a sword spirit, and Lu Ping hasn't named his dagger, how can a man have a name.

Sure enough, only the man said: "You haven't given me a name yet, where did I get my name?"

Alas, well, Lu Ping figured it out, he leaned his forehead and sighed, this person is indeed his little sword spirit.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I fell into a coma so suddenly that I forgot you." Lu Ping said sincerely. He said before that he would give all the good things to the sword spirit. It was a big mistake to be so sad.

Hearing Lu Ping's apology, the sword spirit didn't hold on to it, and his mood improved visibly to the naked eye, especially coaxing. He pushed the warm porridge in front of Lu Ping, and the sword spirit said: "Drink the porridge quickly." , or it will be cold in a while."

"Okay." Listening to the words of the sword spirit, he picked up the bowl, and while drinking the porridge, Lu Ping thought, this sword spirit looks weak and old, but his temper is not as good as a child's, and the corners of his lips are raised unconsciously. Lu Ping forgot to say this My own self is just a boy and a half.

Lu Ping finished his porridge in twos and put the bowl aside. Jianling handed over a handkerchief, as considerate as Fushu. Seeing Lu Ping's expression, Jianling took the dagger from his waist and handed it back to Lu Ping.

"You are used to putting the dagger under the pillow, but before you were unconscious, the dagger didn't have a sheath. I was afraid of hurting you again, so I put it away first. Now you wake up and return it to the original owner." Sword Spirit said.

"You are considerate." Lu Ping smiled flatly, the more he looked at the sword spirit, the more pleasing it was to his eyes.

Footsteps sounded at the door, and the big witch came in. When the sword spirit took Lu Ping out of the sword casting room, the big witch saw it. It was he who guided the sword spirit, and the sword spirit could bring Lu Ping back. Seeing the sword spirit nodding slightly, more attention was placed on Lu Ping.

"Awake?" The big witch looked at Lu Ping up and down, and saw that his face was fine and there was no sequelae, so he turned cold, "What did I tell you before? I shouldn't put two..." Considering that the sword spirit was beside him, The big witch didn't make his words too obvious, he just said: "You don't even listen to Master's words, do you?"

"Master's teachings, Ping has kept every word in his heart, but I think what is best for him." Lu Ping looked at Sword Spirit and said with a smile.

"I'm dying, right!" the big witch lowered his voice.

"Aren't I okay? And it was my sword spirit who saved me." Lu Ping said proudly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the hand of the sword spirit beside him, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Jian Ling's hands were slightly iced, just the opposite of Lu Ping's warm palms, the kind of ice that couldn't be warmed.

Hearing Lu Ping's words, Sword Spirit subconsciously pulled his hand away, but Lu Ping tightened his palm.

"After all, he is a spirit. Although he looks no different from ordinary people, he is not human after all." The big witch said, he looked at Jianling and Lu Ping. Lu Ping wanted to give Jianling all good things, and Jianling was afraid of what he would do. The bad thing hurt Lu Ping, these two really care about each other.

The first time they met, Ling and his master had such a deep bond, the big witch squeezed his hands, he was a little envious.

Covering up the flash of envy in his eyes, the big witch came back not only to see if Lu Ping is awake, "Now that you are awake and you have the sword spirit, you should be on the right track in the future."

Although Lu Ping has been with the Dawu for more than two years, he has no natal weapons, and the Dawu is powerless to teach, so he can only let Lu Ping read calligraphy and draw amulets to do some basics. Now that he has a sword spirit and a natal weapon, Lu Ping can also learn something profound something.

"Okay." Lu Ping nodded without any hesitation.

Lu Ping and Sword Spirit still held hands, looking down at this scene, the big witch thought of something, his expression changed, he put his hand half clenched into a fist against his lips and coughed lightly, the big witch's eyes wandered around, and his expression was a little hesitant, "Lu Ping , there is something I think it would be better to let you know."

"Master, tell me." The big witch had never looked so embarrassed, and Lu Ping subconsciously felt that what he said would not be a good thing.

Just listen to the great witch said: "Before you lost a lot of blood in the sword casting room, it was the sword spirit who brought you back. There are many people in Langji Palace, and many palace people have seen it. Forging the sword is to draw out the sword spirit, and it just so happens that you have reached the age of full-bloodedness again, so..." The big witch didn't finish his sentence, but there was a blank space that let Lu Ping know what he meant.

"Ridiculous!" Lu Ping slammed his hand on the table, looked sideways at the ignorant and ignorant sword spirit, and felt annoyed. He pursed his lips and looked gloomy.

"Let me tell you, what kind of gossip you hear in the future, how you plan to deal with it is up to you." Dawu said.

"Thank you, Master." Lu Ping said sincerely.

Let go of the hand holding the sword spirit, the palm of the sword spirit is still as cold as ice, and he hasn't figured out how to deal with those palace people who have broken mouths, they are not important... what is important now is to give the sword spirit a name.

"If you were given a name, what would you prefer?" Lu Ping asked what the sword spirit meant.

"I'll listen to you." Jianling looked at Lu Ping seriously, as if the other party was everything to him. He raised his eyebrows and smiled like Lu Ping, and Jianling continued, "I want whatever name you give me. .”

The sword spirit's smile imitated Lu Ping's by ten times ten. Lu Ping didn't think much about his smiling face on weekdays, but now when he suddenly saw Jian Ling's expression, his heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly looked away. He didn't dare to look at the sword spirit again.

He looked flustered, but Lu Ping didn't stop thinking. He pursed his lips, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and a name appeared in his mind. Lu Ping coughed lightly to make himself look more natural. He looked up at the sword spirit, " How about calling you Yanxuan?"

"Okay." Sword Spirit accepted the name without hesitation.

The big witch at the side asked, "What's the point of this name?"

Lu Ping smiled and replied: "The pattern of the clothes on Yan Xuan's body is the pattern of swallows, and this dagger is made of black iron, so the word Yan Xuan comes from it."

The big witch nodded, he had already told all he wanted to say and reminded, and now there was no reason to stay any longer, "You just woke up, you should take a good rest, I will give you two days off, and after two days I will have a rest with Yan." Xuanyi came to the Astrology Building." The sword spirit already had a name, so the great witch changed his words in a polite manner.

"Master." Before the great witch left, Lu Ping called to stop him, "Yan Xuan already has a name, and I want to put the sword inscription on it as soon as possible."

Standing up with the dagger in his hand, Lu Ping couldn't wait.

The dagger didn't have a sheath, so Lu Ping just held it like this. Although he knew that if the dagger was stained with Lu Ping's blood, he would not hurt him again, looking at the dagger, Yan Xuan still reached out to take the dagger from Lu Ping's hand, and pinned it to his waist.

"I'll hold it for you, and I'll return it to you when I have the sheath." Yan Xuan said a little stiffly.

Although it is said that he became a sword spirit after breaking away from the dagger, Yan Xuan and the dagger are still one, but now Yan Xuan is worried about himself, for fear of accidentally hurting Lu Ping.

The scene he just saw when he got out of the dagger is still vivid in his memory. Lu Ping's face was pale and he was bleeding all over, with the Yanxuan sword stuck in his chest. If he appeared one step later, Lu Ping would probably die...

Yan Xuan will never forget this scene for the rest of his life. He almost killed Lu Ping on the first day he was born.

"You sword spirit is very concerned about the safety of your master." The big witch smiled, "I originally wanted to wait for you to return to the astrology building before playing the sword inscription, but I will not stop you if you are so anxious, let's go back together."

"Thank you, Master." Lu Ping raised his eyebrows.

The two of them walked towards the door together with their sword spirits. Before they could walk out of the Shangxue building, Da Wu stared at Liu Bi who suddenly appeared here, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the astrology building? Why did you come out?"

Liu Wei didn't know what to think, he looked fixedly at a corner, and he came back to his senses after hearing the voice of the great witch, his face was a little pale, and he replied softly: "I've been in the astrology building, I've seen you for a long time If you don’t come back, come and look for it.”

"What can I do when I come to Lu Ping?" The big witch replied, originally wanted to talk about Liu Bei but seeing his pale face, he stopped talking and only raised his hand to rub the top of the other party's head, "Lu Ping wants to go back Let's go back together to make sword inscriptions in the sword casting room."

Seeing Liu Bi's obviously unattractive face, Lu Ping asked worriedly, "Liu Bi, are you feeling unwell? I'll ask Fushu to bring a medical officer over to show you."

"No need." Liu Wei shook his head, his dull eyes slowly moved over, and finally stopped on Yan Xuan, "Is this your sword spirit?"

Although he was a little worried about Liu Bi's health, the other party had already said it was fine and changed the topic. Lu Ping couldn't force Liu Bi to see a medical officer, so he could only follow his words: "This is my sword spirit, Yan mysterious."

"Yan Xuan, this is Liu Bi. The medicine boy next to Master." Listening to Lu Ping's introduction, Yan Xuan only nodded to Liu Wei, with a neither cold nor cold attitude.

Liu Bi didn't care, he just looked at Yan Xuan, and suddenly asked: "Great Wu, Liu Bi seems to have never seen your sword spirit, doesn't it mean that there will always be spirits around the celestial master?"

If Liu Bi's expression was ignored, then his question came naturally, it seemed that he just sent it out of feeling after seeing Lu Ping's sword spirit, but it was such a question that made Dawu change his face.

Lu Ping had never seen the spirit of the Great Witch, nor had he ever heard it mentioned by the Big Witch. The Big Witch has always avoided this matter, and he would not ask unless he took the initiative to mention it. However, the expression of the Big Witch now illustrates this point even more.

Without answering Liu Wei, the big witch's expression turned cold, and he said: "It's getting late, let's go back to the astrology building."

After speaking, the big witch walked away, and Lu Ping and Liu Bi seemed to have been forgotten by him.

The big witch was so evasive, thinking that bringing up the secrets in it would only make him sad, so he sighed, and Lu Ping said to Liu Wei, "Let's go too."

"Okay." Liu Wei nodded blankly, letting Lu Ping drag him away.

They walked towards the astrology building together, but Lu Ping didn't notice that Yan Xuan beside him turned his head to look at the distraught Liu Bi, frowning.

Back in the astrology building, Liu Bi said goodbye to Lu Ping with a pale face and went back to his room. Lu Ping looked at his back with some worry, and when he finished playing Jianming, he thought he should still find the medical officer.

In the sword casting room, Lu Ping put the dagger on the table, so there was no need to reheat the seal carving. The great witch taught Lu Ping another method before.

He took out a talisman and pressed the talisman on the dagger. Before he could use any force, Lu Ping suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and asked Yan Xuan, "If I engrave words on the dagger, will you feel pain?"

"No." Yan Xuan shook his head, but clenched the hand hanging by his side. How could he not feel that the sword spirit and the sword are one, and any injury to any of them will appear on each other. But now that Lu Ping asked such a question, Yan Xuan was suddenly reluctant to tell the truth.

Hearing Yan Xuan's answer, Lu Ping breathed a sigh of relief, but although Yan Xuan couldn't feel the pain, he still had to be careful and move faster.

Let the talisman paper melt at the place where the blade of the dagger meets the hilt, and the corner becomes soft enough to engrave. Lu Ping picked up the carving knife at the side, and carefully and quickly branded two characters on the dagger - Yanxuan.

After finishing all this quickly, Lu Ping let the dagger cool down. He looked at Yan Xuan with a smile, "Okay, the Yan Xuan sword is completely done."

Yan Xuan endured the pain in his body, he pretended nothing happened and smiled back at Lu Ping, Yan Xuan and Lu Ping were completely tied together.

But what Lu Ping didn't know was that there was a sword inscription on Yan Xuan's sword, and under Yan Xuan's collarbone, there were also two words in the same font——Yan Xuan.