Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills Chapter 72

  Chapter 72 The sword Xu Haojie, repay your confidant with your heart

  Boom!

  Han Zhao returned to Shaanshan Boxing Academy, and as soon as he walked into Lu Yi's room, he saw a huge fist that was as black as ink and like black jade, pounding towards his chest.

  The one who punched was Lu Yi.

   "Again?!" Han Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and dodged Lu Yi's punch with a dodge, and at the same time slapped Lu Yi's back with his palm, deflecting his punch.

   "Good boy!" Lu Yi's face changed when he felt the huge force coming from Han Zhao's palm.

  He grabbed Han Zhao's arm and rolled up his sleeves.

  Looking at the clear mountain imprint on Han Zhao's swollen arm, Lu Yi's pupils shrank suddenly.

   Then, he rolled up the sleeve on the other side, and the same mountain imprint appeared impressively.

   "Twice the energy and blood breakthrough! You boy, wow!" Lu Yi was surprised and happy, angry and laughing.

   "Master, would you believe me if I said that I broke through recently?" Han Zhao said with a smile.

"roll roll roll!"

  Three months, whether it is fast or slow.

  Han Zhao was summoned by Zhu Kangsheng soon.

  Today is the day when the sword was successfully reforged, and it is also the time for him to bid farewell to Zhu Kangsheng.

  Han Zhao disguised himself as Song Que and went to Lianfeng Villa.

  As soon as he entered the villa, he was invited into the back hall by the owner Chu Tie.

  Han Zhao had dealt with Chu Tie when he chose to be named at Lianfeng Villa, and he felt that he was not bad.

   Because Chu Tie was the same as Zhu Kangsheng, his family was also persecuted by Feilongzhai.

   In addition, Zhu Kangsheng said that he can absolutely be trusted, and his assistance is also needed for recasting the sword, so Han Zhao agreed to inform Chu Tie of this matter.

   "Hero Song, Kang Sheng is inside." Chu Tie came to the door of the forging room in the back hall and stood still, motioning for Han Zhao to go in, while he stayed at the door.

  This is the forging room dedicated to the veteran blacksmith of the villa. Since he recast the sword for Han Zhao, no one else has been allowed to use it for a long time.

  People in the villa only know that the chief and deputy owners of the villa have received a big order, and they are stepping up forging day and night, but they don't know anything else.

  Because the two will take turns guarding the door of the forging room to prevent anyone from sneaking in.

   "Master Chu, thank you very much." Han Zhao cupped his fists and saluted, pushed the door open and walked in.

  As soon as the other party entered, he felt the temperature of his body suddenly increased, just like entering a sauna room in summer, every pore of his body was hot.

  Looking around, the forging room of about 30 square meters has been emptied, and only Zhu Kangsheng is standing in front of the sword casting pool in the middle.

  The rectangular sword casting pool is covered with a layer of unknown black-red charcoal. The charcoal is constantly burning, puffing out raging purple-red flames, emitting a terrifying high temperature that seems to be able to roast people.

   And in the sword-forging pool in the center of the flame, there are knives and swords inserted obliquely from left to right.

  At this moment, the swords are burning with fire.

  Han Zhao seemed to have an illusion that the sword in the sword casting pool seemed to be calling him.

   "Brother Han, you are finally here." Seeing Han Zhao approaching, Zhu Kangsheng smiled happily and said, "This last step can only be accomplished if you come in person!"

   "Master Zhu, you" Han Zhao hesitated to speak, he wanted to get a more powerful weapon, but he didn't want Zhu Kangsheng to die with the sword.

  It's a pity that many things can't be both.

"Brother Han, you should have read the incomplete book of casting techniques. The only complete content in it is 'Sacrificing Your Life'!" Zhu Kangsheng stepped forward and said seriously: "Wait a while, I will be at the end of the furnace Jump into the pool of sword casting when it is in full swing, and wait until the sword is full of the blood of the builder, you must use your own blood as a guide, so that you can hope to make the sword psychic and truly become a magic weapon connected with your heart Blade."

   "I understand." Han Zhao nodded.

Seeing Han Zhao's unbearable expression, Zhu Kangsheng smiled casually: "Brother Han, don't feel sorry for me. Now is the happiest and most relaxing moment in my life. My revenge has been avenged, and I can spend my whole life working hard to forge a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation." , It is really a great joy in my life!"

   "Besides, being able to forge weapons for a hero like you, I will have no regrets in this life!"

  Zhu Kangsheng came to the stone platform beside him, picked up the jug on it, raised his head and took a big gulp, then handed it to Han Zhao.

  Han Zhao took the jug, and the strong wine entered his throat, as if a raging fire was ignited in his stomach.

  Zhu Kangsheng laughed loudly, looking at the coiled fire snake in the sword casting pool, his eyes suddenly lit up: "The time has come!"

   After finishing speaking, he picked up the jug, raised his foot and walked towards the steps of the Sword Forging Pond, his steps were steady, without the slightest hesitation.

   "Brother Zhu!" Han Zhao suddenly shouted.

  Zhu Kangsheng paused and looked back at him.

   "Give the new knife a name?" Han Zhao didn't say anything to hold back, because that would disrespect a blacksmith's final will.

"Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people." Zhu Kangsheng drank the wine in the pot and strode up to the edge of the sword casting pool. As his body climbed.

   "Xu Haojie with the sword, repay your confidant with your heart! Come on! Come on!"

  Zhu Kangsheng laughed loudly, opened his hands, and jumped into the sword casting pool head-on as if embracing.

  Boom—!

  The flames engulfed his body in an instant, and the raging fire snake jumped more than three feet high, as if it was about to blow over the roof.

Seeing this, Han Zhao lightly tapped the ground with his legs in the wind, nourished his true energy to protect his body, and leaped to the top of the sword casting pool. The short knife cut his wrist, and blood gushed out, falling from the front and dripping into the pool on the sword.

   Whoops whoops!

   Like drops of water dripping into a hot oil pan, the swords in the sword casting pool reacted violently in an instant.

  The flames quickly began to converge, and the originally pitch-black sword also changed accordingly.

  The body of the sword turns from black to white, like silver frost;

  The blade turned from black to red, just like the setting sun.

  A feeling of blood connection came from the sword body and the blade body.

  In an instant, the flames in the sword casting pool disappeared completely, and the high temperature that seemed to melt people just now has disappeared at this moment.

  Han Zhao landed on the edge of the sword casting pool, controlled the wrist muscles to squeeze and contract to stop the bleeding, and at the same time grasped with both hands, and took a shot of the health-preserving qi, and absorbed the sword into the palm through the zhenqi.

  The body of the sword and the blade are cold, and they don't look like they were when they were just cast.

  Han Zhao looked intently at the sword casting pool, and saw that except for the extinguished pitch-black charcoal, there was no Zhu Kangsheng's wreckage left at all. His flesh and blood, his energy and spirit seemed to be all offered to this peerless sword.

"Killing is to protect life, and cutting karma is not killing people." Looking at the scarlet red long sword in his hand, Zhu Kangsheng's words came to Han Zhao's mind, and he said happily: "In that case, let's call you the 'killing' knife .”

  As soon as Han Zhao's words fell, the Zhanye Dao was like a psychic, and the entire blade trembled slightly in his hand.

  An emotion similar to joy was transmitted from the blade.

   "The Zhanye Dao is psychic!"

  Buzz buzz!

   As if feeling Han Zhao's joy, the Sword of Rebirth in his left hand trembled.

   "The Sword of Rebirth is also psychic!"

  Han Zhao crossed the sword in front of his body, and bowed deeply to the sword casting pool.

   "Brother Zhu, have a good journey."

   PS: The name of the protagonist's first knife, the Psychic Knife, has been decided, and I feel that Zhanye Knife is the most suitable for the occasion. As for the other names, I also like them very much, and I will use them later.

  (end of this chapter)

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