In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

They know what to do.

This time, Shui Xinzi had spent the most difficult time in forging the sword, and the jade steel with cloud patterns made the old man pour his life into it.

The next step in the darkness is not only for keeping secrets, but also for better making this famous sword come out.

The sun rose from the east, climbed overhead, and began to set slowly.

There was an occasional knocking sound in the house.

Shui Xinzi and his wife have no servants. This kind of high-strength forging knife is very dangerous. The three of them voluntarily took on the future.

Bang-! ! !

The door of the room was kicked open, and the figure of Shui Xinzi Zhengji appeared at the door.

"Hahaha!!!"

The old man who no longer looked strong laughed three times.

then.

thump--

He lay on the ground, and the things in his hands fell to the ground.

Zuo Cun and Ryoma, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, quickly set up Shui Xinzi Zhengji and placed the tall old man on the back of the taller Ryoma, while Miss Aaron flew into the house, and will also be lost. Madam Shui Xinzi, who was unconscious, hugged her.

Putting Shui Xinzi and his wife in the bedroom, Zuo Cun and Ryoma bowed deeply to the couple who did everything for the knife.

And the knife.

After settling down the comatose Shui Xinzi and his wife, Zuo Cun returned to the forging room.

He looked at the things on the ground, a little silent.

Bending down to pick up this thing that couldn't be called a knife, Zuo Cun carefully appreciated it.

The shape of the knife has been perfect, the whole body is pure silver, there are cloud patterns on the blade, and blue light is reflected on the sharp edge. In the blade, Zuo Cun saw his own eyes.

Nothing is tied to the handle of the knife, and there is no signature. This knife is not finished yet.

Zuo Cun looked at the blade, a little intoxicated.

Also a little shocked.

It's not pure surprise, but a kind of heart-pounding feeling.

It feels like this knife can cut itself into pieces at any time.

Two drops of cold sweat flowed down, and Zuo Cun almost didn't hold the knife.

Shaking his head, Zuo Cun brushed aside his distracting thoughts and did not focus on the unnamed knife.

Carrying the knife, Zuo Cun came to the front hall, put the knife on the table, and Zuo Cun turned and left.

Compared with knives, people are more important now. Masaji Shui Xinzi, who has been forging knives for three days and three nights without food, drink, or sleep, and Mrs. Shui Xinzi, who is weak but determined to stay by her husband's side, forging knives, Urgently need nutritional supplements and care.

For the next two days, Zuo Cun, Ryoma, and Miss Aaron took care of Shui Xinzi and his wife.

Ryoma is in charge of cooking, while Zuo Cun and Miss Aaron are in charge of monitoring the physical conditions of Shui Xinzi Zhengji and Mrs. Shui Xinzi.

Finally, on the third day after finishing the knife forging, Shui Xinzi woke up first.

Shui Xinzi sat up suddenly from the tatami, which startled Zuo Cun who was dozing beside him.

Shui Xinzi rubbed his eyes and touched his head.He didn't notice Zuo Cun beside him, but subconsciously wanted to get up, but he felt a little weak, his body no longer had the strength it used to be, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Oh..." Shui Xinzi grinned in pain.

Zuo Cun quickly helped Shui Xinzi Zhengji, who couldn't lift himself up, back to the soft cushion from the ground.

"You are looking for a knife, I'll get it for you." Zuo Cun patted Shui Xinzi Zhengji's back, got up and went to the front hall to get the knife.

Shui Xinzi was looking at Zuo Cun's back for the first time, and he vaguely felt a little familiar, but now that it was dark, he could not see clearly, so he could only sit on the spot.

He knew that a few people came to him for a knife, but he didn't want to get out of that state.

He knew in his heart that this was the closest and only time he had been to forging a famous knife.

He must cherish this opportunity.

Ryoma stayed at the door, sleepy.

Zuo Cun patted the dragon horse, and the dragon horse woke up instantly.

"Uh, eh?" He was still a little confused, "what's the matter?"

"Ah, it's Zuocun-kun." Seeing who was coming, Ryoma finally brought some IQ.

"Mr. Shui Xinzi Zhengji has woken up."

"Hmm... Did you want to find that knife after waking up?" Ryoma thought for a while, then said with a smile.

"Yes, it looks very anxious." Zuo Cun also smiled.

This kind of pair of knives is the purest, without any other feelings, which is admirable and makes people feel happy for him involuntarily.

"I'll get it." Zuo Cun said, and walked towards the front hall.

Picking up the knife from the front hall, Zuo Cun quickly returned to the bedroom.

He knew how eagerly Shui Xinzi Zhengji wanted to see this knife.

In front of Shui Xinzi Zhengji, Zuo Cun offered the knife without a hilt with both hands.

"Mr. Shui Xinzi, your knife."

Shui Xinzi Zhengji's attention, from the moment Zuocun entered the door, was focused on the knife in his hand.

He tremblingly took the knife from Zuo Cun's hand.

Zuo Cun and Ryoma consciously gave up their positions so that Shui Xinzi Zhengji could see the knife clearly by the moonlight.

Shui Xinzi stroked the blade.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." Shui Xinzi, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, knelt on the ground for the first time, looking at the knife, and burst into tears.

Under the moonlight, the knife shone with a faint cold light.

Fingers flicked the blade, humming.

"Woo..." His eyes never left the knife in his hand, and he was unwilling to leave.

Zuo Cun and Ryoma looked at each other and smiled in unison.

......

The famous sword was born.

After three days and three nights, the quality of Wanji Maru's knives would be more surprising if they were not famous knives.

Shui Xinzi Zhengji's weight plummeted from 120 kilograms to 90 kilograms, and the originally strong body even looked a little thin.

A long gray hair turned into dry white hair.

Mrs. Shui Xinzi, who served as an assistant, also lost a lot of weight and looked older than before.

This knife is a knife into which Shui Xinzi Zhengji spent the rest of his forging career.

However, Shui Xinzi Zhengji did not regret it at all.

He finally forged a knife that surpassed himself and even surpassed his ancestors.

He is confident that the knife forged by the first generation of adults may not necessarily be of better quality than this knife.

This is the knife into which life is forged.

And after that, Shui Xinzi Zhengji, no matter how he recovers, he can no longer hold his forging hammer.

=== Chapter [-] The name of the sword is Hepu ===

When the sun rose a little and provided a ray of light for the world, Shui Xinzi Zhengji finally saw the faces of the two people in front of him.

"You're...the one from that day..." Shui Xinzi squinted his eyes, trying to see Annuo Zuo Village clearly.

That day, he was still some distance away from the battlefield.

But his eyes are very good, otherwise he would not have been infected by the battlefield.

This young man who came to himself for a knife, but was left aside by himself, saved himself after he lost his physical strength, took care of himself for a few days, and saved himself and his wife from dying in the forging room. One side of the fight that day?

"Huh? Mr. Shui Xinzi?" Zuo Cun and Long Ma were a little puzzled.

Shui Xinzi rubbed his eyes and looked at Zuo Village carefully.

A little excited, but unable to communicate more with Zuo Village.

Ryoma and Zuo Cun supported Shui Xinzi Zhengji.

Shui Xinzi put on Wu clothes with difficulty, and stood leaning against the wall, looking at Zuocun and Longma.

"Thank you...you two, for taking care of me these days..." Shui Xinzi bowed to the two young men.

In Japan, it is very unethical for Shui Xinzi, who is an elder, to bow to Zuo Village and Ryoma, who are juniors.

However, other than that, Shui Xinzi Zhengji felt that even at this level, he couldn't express his gratitude.

They not only saved the lives of their husband and wife, but also did not throw the knife away after the two were unconscious, but threw the knife aside and took care of the people first.

For swordsmen, the attraction of the sword is undoubtedly strong and terrifying.

These two young men watched the birth of this knife throughout the whole process, and will definitely understand the value of this knife.

But the two still put the knife aside and chose to save themselves.

And more importantly, the shorter one, if it wasn't for him, he wouldn't be able to fulfill his lifelong wish to forge this knife.

This bow, the two can bear it.

Shui Xinzi took the two of them slowly to the living room.

The three sat down, and Shui Xinzi asked, "Can you tell me the names of the two?"

"Mutsu, Anno Zuomura."