Seven-star Sword Master

After testing the knife in the blacksmith shop, Lu Feipeng was very satisfied with the knife made by Blacksmith Wang.

Just as Lu Feipeng was about to say goodbye to Blacksmith Wang, a familiar voice came from the side: "Hey, Feipeng, you're here too!"

Lu Feipeng turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was his friend Doufei. "Doufei, why are you here?"

"I'm here to get weapons just like you."

Lu Feipeng glanced into the blacksmith shop and said, "Is your father also helping you make weapons here with Uncle Wang?"

At this time, Wang the blacksmith on the side said:

"Hey, Fei Peng, you don't know yet. Originally, your father came to me to buy my family's ancestral black iron. At that time, I didn't plan to sell it. Later, your father found Dou Fei's father to persuade him, and then I agreed to sell the black iron.

However, it cost a total of four silver coins to buy this piece of black iron, and Dou Fei's father paid two silver coins. However, there was not much black iron left after making the sword for you, so Dou Fei's father asked me to use the remaining black iron to make the blade. "

“It turns out there are so many twists and turns!”

Lu Feipeng thought silently in his heart, he didn't expect that his father would go through so many twists and turns in order to make weapons for him.

After Wang the blacksmith finished speaking, he took out a knife from the pool behind him and handed it to Doufei: "Here, Doufei, this is for you."

"Okay, Uncle Wang."

Dou Fei excitedly took the knife, couldn't help but gesture a few times in the air, and said happily: "From today on, you will be called Dou Fei Dao!"

Lu Feipeng on the side covered his face with his hands. He really couldn't praise Dou Fei's ability to give random names.

After Dou Fei took the sword, Wang the Blacksmith added:

"Because there is not much material left, Dou Fei's sword only has the blade made of black iron, and the handle is made of ordinary materials. Your sword, including the handle, is made of black iron."

"Then let's go back first, Uncle Wang."

After staying in the blacksmith shop for a while, Lu Feipeng and Dou Fei said goodbye to blacksmith Wang.

"Fei Peng, we have to go on patrol tomorrow, do you want to go play for a while today?"

Dou Fei held a big knife in his left hand and spoke excitedly to Lu Feipeng.

After knowing that Doufei's father had helped him, Lu Feipeng also felt close to Doufei. He said to Doufei very patiently:

"No, Doufei. I want to go back and get familiar with the sword first. Saving my life is the most important thing.

As long as we can save our lives, we will have plenty of time to play in the future. I hope to see you every day in the future, and I don’t want to see you absent from patrol any day in the future. Do you understand me? "

"Uh!"

Dou Fei scratched his head awkwardly. He felt a little embarrassed by what Lu Feipeng said, and then he lowered his head and said:

"I understand, Fei Peng. I won't go out to play either. I'm going home to practice swordplay now."

"Well, Doufei, you have to believe that you can do it, okay?"

Seeing that Doufei listened to his advice, Lu Feipeng was very pleased.

……

After returning home, Lu Feipeng rummaged through the drawers and finally found a piece of black cloth that was not used at home.

He imitated what he had seen on TV in his previous life and tore the black cloth into strips two fingers wide. Then he very patiently wrapped the entire handle of the knife with the strips of black cloth.

"Well, not bad!"

Lu Feipeng played with the handle of the knife and was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

Then, he raised the sword and swung it, imitating what he had seen on TV in his previous life.

"Hand-cut, chop, slash..."

After practicing for half an hour, Lu Feipeng was panting and pounding his sword on the ground. The sweat on his forehead dripped onto the ground, making a "da da" sound, as if accompanying his efforts.

"No, no, I need to rest for a while. I can't keep training anymore."

After saying that, he put the big knife on the ground, then sat cross-legged on the spot and started practicing.

"Huhuhu..."

Since he was out of breath from practicing sword skills before, he was unable to enter a state of meditation for a long time.

After a long while, his heart, which had been beating wildly, finally calmed down.

As soon as he entered the state of meditation, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth gathered towards Lu Feipeng like a tide and entered his body through the pores all over his body.

When the spiritual energy gathered towards Lu Feipeng, the old hens raised in Lu Feipeng's house seemed to sense something. They made a "cluck, cluck" sound towards the sky and also followed the spiritual energy towards where Lu Feipeng was.

After a few old hens approached Lu Feipeng, a magical scene appeared.

They circled around Lu Feipeng in an orderly manner like well-trained soldiers, and occasionally made a "clucking" sound towards the sky.

Lu Feipeng, who was practicing, was disturbed by the old hen's cries and frowned instantly.

He opened one eye and saw several old hens circling around him, and he was very confused.

However, he was in the middle of cultivation at the moment, so he didn't pay too much attention to it and continued to cultivate with his eyes closed.

When the first round of exercises was completed, Lu Feipeng opened his eyes with a "swish" and felt the spiritual energy in his body dissipating rapidly. He shook his head helplessly.

““Cluck, cluck, cluck…”

"Go, go, go!"

Lu Feipeng stretched out his hand and waved vigorously at the old hens that were circling around him, driving them away, thinking to himself:

"It seems that not only humans can sense the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but poultry can too."

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a very famous saying from his previous life. He looked up at the sky and slowly said:

"As expected, the heaven and earth are cruel and treat all things as straw dogs!"

"Boom!"

As the words fell, I looked up and saw that the sky, which was originally endless and full of clouds, was suddenly flashed with lightning, followed by a deafening thunder.

"Shock!"

He was so frightened by this thunderbolt that he jumped up, looked up at the sky with horror, and shouted:

"I'm sorry, God. I didn't mean it. I didn't say that. Someone else said it!"

After saying this, Lu Feipeng stared at the sky. After a long while, he heard no more thunder. He heaved a sigh of relief and said:

"It seems that I can't talk nonsense anymore! I didn't expect the God here to be so idle that he can hear anything I say."

Picking up the black iron knife on the ground, Lu Feipeng rushed into his room like an arrow. After closing the door, he patted his chest in fear and breathed a long sigh of relief.

After returning to the room, I continued to meditate and practice. Although this did not allow me to practice, it did help me quickly relieve physical fatigue.

He had asked all the questions he should ask, learned all the things he should learn, and Chen Dongsheng had taught him all the things he should teach, so he did not go to Chen Dongsheng's house again tonight. Instead, after having dinner with his parents, he returned to his room.

But after dinner, Lu Changxing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "How is the Fei Peng technique going?"

"Forehead!"

Lu Feipeng didn't expect his father to ask this question. He just smiled and said confidently:

"Father, I have practiced the technique very well and have reached the point where I can sense spiritual energy. Uncle Dongsheng said that he spent more than three months at this stage!"

"really?"

When Li Hongying and Lu Feixue heard what Lu Feipeng said, they looked up in shock and looked at Lu Feipeng as if he were a stranger.

Lu Changxing also looked happy, and then he returned to normal and said:

"That's good. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Get some rest tonight. I'll call you tomorrow morning."

Li Hongying, who was standing by, felt a jolt in her heart when she heard what her husband said.

The face that had just been excited because Lu Feipeng said that he could sense spiritual energy in just a few days, immediately became worried.

Lu Feipeng returned to the room and continued to sit cross-legged on the bed in meditation. Although he knew that there was no progress in his practice, he still knew that persistence was victory.

If you don't have a family, financial resources, or connections, the only way to succeed is to work harder than others, endure more hardships than others, sweat more than others, and finally persevere. Only in this way can you fight for a bright future in this world where demons are rampant.

At the end of midnight, after the last round of the exercise was completed, Lu Feipeng exhaled a wisp of foul air from his mouth and slowly ended the exercise.

He looked through the window at the night sky, where the stars were twinkling like bright gems.

Lu Feipeng murmured to himself: "I hope I can find Lord Long tonight!"

In the mysterious golden space, Lu Feipeng stood on the ground paved with gold bricks. He looked in all directions like a sculpture, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Because he didn't see Lord Long, Lu Feipeng secretly speculated in his heart:

"I haven't seen Lord Long in the past few days. Maybe Lord Long left that day..."

"Master Long..."

Lu Feipeng still refused to give up and kept shouting in all directions, hoping that Lord Long could hear his voice.

After each shout, change direction and continue shouting loudly.

"Master Long..."

After Lu Feipeng shouted to the sky, he got no response and sighed in disappointment, "Ah!"

But just as he sighed, a voice suddenly exploded in his ears like thunder:

"Ah! You bastard, you stepped on me. I am under your feet. You stepped on Lord Long, ah!"

At this time, a miniature nine-clawed golden dragon was being stepped on by a big foot, and the dragon head roared angrily at Lu Feipeng.

"what?"

When Lu Feipeng first heard this very familiar yet strange voice, he was stunned for a moment, then he danced with excitement and cheered loudly:

"Yeah! That's great, Master Long, you didn't leave, wow hahahaha..."

"Ouch..."

The moment Lu Feipeng jumped up and landed on the ground, another scream was heard.

Lu Feipeng was so happy just now that he didn't notice Lord Long under his feet. It was not until he jumped on the spot that he realized that Lord Long, whom he had been looking for, was right under his feet!

"sweat!"

This was a nine-clawed golden dragon that had lived for thousands of years, and yet he stepped on it. Lu Feipeng was startled by his own actions, and he quickly stepped aside and explained:

"Master Long, I really didn't mean it. I really didn't see you lying on the ground!"

Lord Long got up from the ground, swung his tail, and flew into the air again. He rubbed his back with his claws from time to time and said to Lu Feipeng unhappily:

"Good boy, you have quite a strong leg strength. Fortunately, I, Long Ye, have a high level of cultivation. Otherwise, with the height of your jump just now, you would have broken my old waist!"

"sweat!"

Lu Feipeng nervously reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained:

"Master Long, I really didn't mean it. What are you doing lying on the ground for no reason?"

Long Ye thought to himself: "The reason why I'm sleeping on the ground is because of you!"

But no matter what I think, some things are not suitable to be said now.

"I say, what are you yelling about for no reason? Don't you know that I, Long Ye, have never had a good night's sleep in the past tens of thousands of years?

I finally got back, let's have some sleep, why don't you let me sleep peacefully?"