Seven-star Sword Master

Chen Dongsheng looked at Lu Feipeng with a complicated expression and nodded heavily. Originally, he had great expectations for Lu Feipeng to become an immortal cultivator.

After all, Lu Feipeng and I have a close relationship, and he will definitely be a great help to me in becoming an immortal cultivator in the future. However...

"Ah! It's really hard to explain what fate does to me. I hope this is just my guess and not the truth!"

Lu Feipeng understood, and a sense of loss welled up in his heart. His chest began to ache inexplicably, as if something important was gradually being lost.

Chen Dongsheng noticed the subtle changes on Lu Feipeng's face and quickly comforted him:

“Ahem, Fei Peng, you don’t have to worry about it, after all, this is just my guess.

You don't have to be too anxious. In my opinion, the probability that you belong to the first situation is higher.

You should continue to practice, maybe after practicing for a long time, the spiritual energy will naturally be stored in your body."

After hearing Chen Dongsheng's words of comfort, Lu Feipeng finally came back to his senses. He silently encouraged himself in his heart:

"It's okay. So what if I can't practice? I still have my Lord Long!"

To be honest, Lu Feipeng has an almost blind trust in his Lord Long, and this trust stems from their family heritage.

In his previous life, when he was still called Niu Dali, he had just turned eighteen and entered adulthood.

His father Niu Bao handed him the jade pendant mysteriously, and told him mysteriously that the jade pendant was picked up accidentally by an ancestor of their Niu family, and it has been passed down to him for the 25th generation.

In other words, the jade pendant has been passed down to Niu Dali for the 26th generation.

This jade pendant has been passed down in their Niu family for at least hundreds or thousands of years, or even thousands of years.

Long Ye could stay in the jade pendant for thousands of years, so he could easily find his own problems and solve them. What's more, his Long Ye was a nine-clawed golden dragon!

It was getting late outside, so after saying goodbye to Chen Dongsheng, Lu Feipeng returned home.

……

In the room, Lu Feipeng sat cross-legged on the bed like a possessed man, meditating. He just didn't believe it. Why could others do it but he couldn't? This stubborn spirit from the 21st century really kept him awake at night!

In his previous life, others always praised his great strength by saying “Even the donkey in the production team is not as stubborn as him”!

Although he has a new body in this life, his soul is still that stubborn donkey!

However, after he practiced for another hour, he still gained nothing. He had to sigh and fell asleep on the bed like a deflated ball. It was already three quarters past midnight.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw golden clouds everywhere! Lu Feipeng sighed in his heart: "It is so!"

After confirming that he would appear in this mysterious golden space as soon as he fell asleep, he could not wait to shout in all directions:

"Lord Long! Lord Long!"

No matter how hard he shouted, his Lord Long never appeared in his sight.

He didn't dare to move around and could only move back and forth in the limited space.

After shouting for a long time, Lu Feipeng squatted on the ground and muttered to himself: "Could it be that my Lord Long is gone?"

Then he started to curse:

"Damn Lord Long! Not only did he bring me to another world, but he actually ran away without saying a word, leaving me, a poor person, in this strange world!"

It's so unreliable! A nine-clawed golden dragon, huh!

Time passed by little by little, and Lu Feipeng stared blankly on the ground. When the familiar feeling of the world spinning came over him, Lu Feipeng roared towards the sky unwillingly:

"Master Long..."

The sound echoes in this mysterious space for a long time!

When Lu Feipeng opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality. Big brother Lu Feixue's eyes were shining with excitement. He looked at Lu Feipeng who had opened his eyes and said:

"Fei Peng, how is your cultivation going? Have you become an immortal cultivator?"

As soon as Lu Feipeng opened his eyes, he heard his elder brother asking him if he had become an immortal cultivator. He could only say awkwardly, "Brother, what are you thinking about? How can cultivation be that fast?"

"Oh!"

Lu Feixue said "oh" and asked his second brother with great joy whether he had become an immortal cultivator, but his second brother's answer obviously did not satisfy him.

In the mysterious space, at the moment when Lu Feipeng disappeared, a golden cloud appeared in the sky, and on the cloud was a golden dragon several hundred feet long.

"Hoo, ho, ho!"

The giant dragon was sleeping soundly on the cloud, but a voice called out in his ear: "Lord Dragon...Lord..."

"Ow..."

The sleeping dragon was awakened by the shout and let out an angry roar.

"Who is it! How dare you disturb my sleep! I haven't had a comfortable sleep in tens of thousands of years. Do I have it easy? Ah..."

The giant dragon roared towards the sky again, and its huge body suddenly rolled over, and disappeared on the spot in a flash.

When the giant dragon appeared again, it had already arrived at the place where Lu Feipeng was before. At this time, he had already turned into a mini golden dragon the size of a palm.

However, when the angry Lord Dragon appeared where Lu Feipeng had originally stood, the pair of dragon eyes that contained blazing flames suddenly regained clarity.

The reason is simple. Suddenly, a figure appeared in Long Ye’s mind. Oh, no, there should be two. One is Niu Dali from his previous life, and the other is Lu Feipeng from this life!

"Huh, huh..."

He used violent panting to calm his murderous rage, and kept muttering: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry... It's all my own fault!"

To be honest, if anyone else dares to disturb his nine-clawed golden dragon sleep, he will just claw you with one claw. It depends on whether you can bear it!

But if it was Lu Feipeng, he would have no temper at all!

After all, he had been hanging on the ancestors' shoulders for thousands of years, and because of him, the Niu family had always been a single-generation family. As a result, in the end, he accidentally failed to control his tail and cut off the last incense of the Niu family!

Whenever Lord Long thought of this incident, he was speechless, which made him unable to get angry with Niu Dali at all. Moreover, according to his guess, Niu Dali was most likely the disciple chosen by his master.

"You are calling me so anxiously, could something have happened?"

Thinking of this, Lord Long looked upwards, and his golden pupils looked at the jade pendant outside through the golden clouds in the sky.

The jade pendant was quietly staying in Lu Feipeng's sea of ​​consciousness. Looking outward through his sea of ​​consciousness, he saw Lu Feipeng who had just been awakened by Lu Feixue.

Having also heard the conversation between the two brothers, Lord Long immediately understood the boy's intention in calling him. He looked outside again and did not find any danger.

Afterwards, Lord Long withdrew his gaze.

"Hey, let's just wait for this brat here, lest he starts calling me like crazy again."

After Long Ye finished speaking with a helpless look on his face, he fell to the ground with a plop like a deflated balloon, and his breathing made bursts of "whoosh" sounds from time to time.

……

During breakfast, Father Lu Changxing said to Lu Feipeng:

"Fei Peng, the knife you want will be ready this afternoon. I may not have time to get it today. You go down to Wang the blacksmith and get the knife back. And check if it fits your hand. If it doesn't fit your hand, ask Wang the blacksmith to modify it. Got it?"

"Is it done so quickly?" Lu Feipeng was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

Lu Feipeng's face was filled with surprise. He had no idea how advanced the forging capabilities of this world were. He only knew that in the ancient times where he lived in his previous life, forged weapons were divided into ten-forged swords or hundred-forged swords.

Each step must go through the baptism of time and sweat to create a qualified weapon.

Of course, modern automated industry is not included in this category. It is a ruthless machine. Whatever weapon you want, it can be made with just two "clicks".

"The speed is a bit faster, but the quality is not affected. You will join the patrol team tomorrow, so I asked Blacksmith Wang to make one for you as soon as possible."

After Lu Changxing finished his meal, he wiped his mouth with his hand and said.

"Oh, okay, Dad, I'll go over and take a look this afternoon."

After breakfast, everything was back to normal. His parents and his two eldest brothers continued to work in the fields, leaving Lu Feipeng alone at home.

As usual, washing pots and dishes, feeding chickens and watering the plants, all with smooth movements!

After doing all this, Lu Feipeng slowly walked back to the room, sat cross-legged in meditation, and practiced the Soul Summoning Technique.

As soon as the technique was put into operation, the active spiritual energy around him rushed towards him like a tide, entering his body through the pores all over his body. As the technique was put into operation, the spiritual energy traveled through his meridians. When the first round of the technique was completed, the spiritual energy dissipated through the pores into the world.

He repeated this cycle countless times until noon, when he finally stopped.

"Hey!"

Walking out of the room, Lu Feipeng looked up at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and encouraged himself with a firm look in his eyes: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!"

The farm work had been very busy these past two days, and his parents did not come back for lunch. After Lu Feipeng had a quick lunch, he went out to Wang the blacksmith's shop.

Blacksmith Wang's original name was Wang Anlin. His forging skills were passed down from his ancestors. Most of the farming tools and weapons in the village were made by him.

For this reason, the government does not impose taxes on such useful talents.

Before reaching the blacksmith Wang's shop, the sound of "clang, clang" of iron hammering could be heard from afar.

When Lu Feipeng arrived at the forging shop, he saw a group of three or five shirtless men with long belts tied around their waists, swinging sledgehammers non-stop and making "Hey yo, hey yo" sounds from time to time.

"Uncle Wang, my father asked me to get the weapon."

Lu Feipeng was afraid that the sound of iron hammering inside was too loud for him to hear, so he raised his voice and shouted inside.

Hearing the shout, an old man who was in charge of giving orders with his hands behind his back turned his head and found that the person coming was Lu Feipeng.

The old man walked towards Lu Feipeng with a smile and said:

"Fei Peng is here. You came at the right time. Your sword has just been sharpened. Come over and take a look."

That’s right, this old man is Wang Anlin, the blacksmith.

As Blacksmith Wang spoke, he took out a big knife from the pool beside him.

The blade is five feet long, the blade is two feet long, and the handle is three feet long. It is a typical machete that can be used for attack or defense.

Lu Feipeng took it and didn't feel it was heavy in his hand. He could easily pick it up with one hand.

Lu Feipeng had never imagined that such a long sword could be so light. He kept stroking the sword with his hand and simply couldn't let it go.

"Fei Peng, you don't know that your father spent a lot of money for your safety. He paid three silver coins to buy the black iron that has been passed down in my family for many years. That's why you have this big knife in your hand."

"What?" Lu Feipeng looked up at Wang the blacksmith as if struck by lightning, and asked again: "Uncle Wang, what did you just say?"

"Don't you know?" Blacksmith Wang looked at Lu Feipeng in confusion and repeated what he had just said:

“Changxing paid three silver coins to buy the black iron inherited from my family and made this sword for you.

You may not know that this sword is actually not an ordinary sword, it is a big sword used by monks.

So, you must never bring disgrace upon the reputation of this sword in the future."

After hearing this, Lu Feipeng remained silent. His father used the remaining three silver coins to make him a monk's sword. In an instant, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

With this calculation, the money he earned from joining the patrol team has been spent.

Lu Feipeng looked up at the sky. He had been watching every move of Lu Changxing in the past few days. Although he knew that all this was done for Lu Feipeng and had nothing to do with him, Niu Dali.

But it was precisely because of this action that Lu Feipeng felt a little more warmth in his heart towards this cold, cruel and ruthless world, and he once again felt a little yearning for this world.

Lu Feipeng tightly grasped the broadsword in his hand, thinking silently in his heart: "From now on, I will call you Black Iron Knife."