Lin Xixue alternately held the knife with both hands and played with it for a while. She was obviously very satisfied with the weapon.
Xue Xi moved out a wooden figure with rattan armor. Although it was rattan armor, it was covered with metal rivets and was much harder than ordinary rattan armor.
"Invite the heroine to test the knife!"
Lin Xixue nodded, drew her sword and slashed diagonally forward. With a twist of her wrist, she retracted the blade into its sheath.
The wooden figure was immediately divided into two sections, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror!
It's really amazing that a mortal blacksmith can make such a sharp knife!
Although Lin Xixue saw the blacksmith asking for the weird sky fire, she was really amazed when she saw the actual finished product.
Such a sharp sword can indeed hold up to hundreds of swords.
Xue Xi picked up the damaged wooden figure and carefully touched the section with his hands. He suddenly started crying like a child.
Lin Xixueying's mouth opened slightly. She saw such a middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, holding a piece of broken wood and crying. She didn't know what to say for a while.
She was afraid of society and didn't know how to comfort people. She just thought that Xue Xi felt sorry for this wooden person.
"Shopkeeper, I'll give you the price for the wooden figure. Besides, I'm very satisfied with the knife. Naturally, you won't be short of reward. Why are you so sad?"
Xue Xi hung the crystal pendant and crystal noodles, grinned and said: "Xia Xia, you misunderstood, I'm just too happy."
He closed the doors and windows of the shop tightly, and then continued to explain: "My sword-making skills are passed down from my ancestors."
"Just because decades ago, I, the Xue family, was in the wrong team. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he wanted to take over the nine Xue families. Many of the casting techniques passed down from our ancestors were lost as a result."
"My father took me and fled, but he had to hide his name. He didn't dare to reveal the sword-making skills of the Xue family for fear of causing death."
"I once had an heir, but unfortunately he died when he was young. Because my wife was too sad, she also died with the child not long after."
"When I think that the inheritance of my ancestors will be cut off here, I just feel ashamed of my ancestors."
"My only wish in my lifetime is to make a weapon worthy of my Xue family's reputation before I die, and then find an owner worthy of it."
"Now that the sword must meet a good owner, the sword-making skills of my Xue family have finally been witnessed in this world, and I can finally give an explanation to my ancestors."
"I hope you, Heroine, will treat this sword well in the future and don't let it get dusty."
Lin Xixue held the sword to her chest and touched her chin. She never expected that Xue Xi's life experience was so extraordinary.
However, he said that he was anonymous, so why did he say his real name, Xue Xi, to the statue earlier?
Does it mean that before worshiping these statues, one must state his or her real name?
wrong!
Lin Xixue suddenly felt a strong sense of dissonance, and her brain was working rapidly, searching for the source of this discordance in her memory.
A name suddenly appeared in her mind - Tong Yingzi.
She remembered that when Hong Yanzi took her to worship the statue of Tianzun, the name she reported was not Lin Xixue, but Tong Yingzi!
A sense of fear quietly spread in Lin Xixue's heart, and she didn't care to expose that she secretly observed Xue Xi's knife casting this morning.
She had to figure this out right away.
She barely maintained her composure and said, "Boss Xue, I have a very important question to ask you."
Xue Xi was still immersed in the emotion just now and responded repeatedly: "Xia Xia, please ask."
"Actually, this morning, I used special means to investigate your request for heavenly fire."
When Xue Xi heard this, his pupils trembled violently, he took a few steps back and said, "Xia Xia, what do you mean by this?"
"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to take away your ancestral bronze statue. I just want to ask, do you have to give your real name when worshiping this statue?"
When Xue Xi heard that Lin Xixue was not trying to snatch the statue, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Of course it is."
"Then what if it's a false name, Taoist number, etc.?"
Xue Xi was a little confused as to why the heroine suddenly asked this question, but he patiently explained: "If the name is not the real name, no matter what else it is, there will be no reaction. Naturally, God will not rain down fire from the sky."
Lin Xixue nodded, suddenly feeling a little weak. She held on to the wall, feeling severe dizziness coming one after another.
If you have to use your real name to worship these statues, then who am I?
who I am?
who I am?
I am Tong Yingzi, the granddaughter of Hong Yanzi.
But if I am Tong Yingzi, then who is Lin Xixue?
Whose memory is that of being born into a merchant family?
Impossible, impossible, I am not Tong Yingzi, I am Lin Xixue, I am a time traveler, I am a time traveler, I am a time traveler, I am a time traveler...
Yes, yes, I am a time-traveler. I traveled to the body of a girl from a merchant's family who died in trouble.
I have memories from my past life. In my past life, I had a best friend who I grew up with, named...
what is it call?
How is this possible, how is this possible, he is obviously a very important person to me, why can’t I remember it, it’s like this every time, it’s like this every time!
I can’t remember the schools I applied to, and now I can’t even remember my best friend!
That's right, fantasy, this is a fantasy, how could a mortal wield such a sharp weapon.
Yes, yes, then everything makes sense. Where did Xue Xi come from? How could it be such a coincidence that just by looking for a blacksmith shop, I could meet a descendant of the Xue family, a famous sword-making family.
Xue Xi is fake, and the sword is also fake. Tianzun pretended to put Xue Xi’s mouth in order to interfere with my cognition.
Yes, it makes sense, everything makes sense.
After straightening out her logic, she drew her sword and pointed it at Xue Xi, laughing wildly: "Hahahahahahaha, Tianzun, I have seen through your monster's methods again, why don't you show yourself?"
Xue Xi looked calm and said: "If the heroine wants to kill me, then do it."
"The elders in the clan have told me the story of go-getters since I was a child. Now that you, Heroine, have obtained this sharp sword, you will naturally not let me cast the same sharp sword for others."
"But I'm not afraid now. After all, I have fulfilled my wish now and have no worries in the world. You can use the sword quickly, so I won't suffer any pain."
With an air of resignation, he pointed to the wall beside him and said: "The statue of the old gentleman inherited by my Xue family and the "Fragment of Sword Raising" are in that secret compartment."
"I hope that the heroine will bury the statue with me. As for the "Fragments of Raising the Sword", you can just take it from the heroine. You can also take care of the sword by yourself in the future."
Lin Xixue covered half of her face and struggled in pain.
"Don't try to lie to me. You are still seeking sympathy, but I know that you are an illusion created by Tianzun to interfere with my thinking."
"Because I am a time traveler, I cannot be the granddaughter of that old madman, so what you said must be false. You must be lying to me, you must be lying to me!"
However, the auditory hallucination appeared again at such a suitable time: "She didn't lie to you, you are Tong Yingzi, and I am Lin Xixue."
"Shut up, you said before that you are me and I am you, and you still want to mislead me and make me think that I am schizophrenic!"
"You don't believe it? Then look who it is?"
Huan Hua pointed at the bronze mirror on the side. Although it was weird for a being with only voice and no body to be able to point in the direction, it was no longer important.
This voice seemed to have magic power, making Lin Xixue turn her head uncontrollably.
In the bronze mirror, Hong Yanzi's worried expression was reflected.
"My dear granddaughter, you are crazy again..."
