I heard that whatever I write will come true [Transmigration Book]

Hearing He Yufan's question, the man raised his eyes slightly.The upward arc of the corners of the mouth has increased a lot, and the smile is also the usual evil.He answered irrelevantly and asked: "Long time no see, Brother He, why are you so ruthless?"

"Who calls you brother?" He Yufan frowned, and asked nervously again: "Where's Brother Mu Liang?"

"He's resting."

Mozun card Feng Muliang smiled again, raised his finger and pointed at the position of his heart, and continued, perhaps out of joy and anger, "I just realized now that he is really not me. When I forged this sword back then, I forged it for a whole day." Forty-nine days, he collapsed from exhaustion on the day when the sword was finally completed. Look at him again, it’s only been a few days, and before the sword is completed, he can’t hold it anymore.”

"What do you mean?" He Yufan frowned a little more when he heard the words, and the worry in his heart became more serious, and he couldn't help asking: "How is Brother Mu Liang now? You said he couldn't hold on anymore... ..."

"Don't be so nervous, he's fine."

Mozun card Feng Muliang didn't wait for him to finish, he waved his hand to interrupt the series of questions that seemed to be a series of firecrackers.Then he continued to explain in that calm and calm manner: "He just forged the sword day and night and his spiritual power is almost exhausted, but this sword is almost finished, and I will do the rest for him That's it. Don't worry, my skills are much better than his. "

"You are indeed a genius among sword repairers, but now you have to be able to forge swords."

This time there was no need for He Yufan to speak, and Huan Chengzhi, who crossed his arms and looked at it for a while, said coldly, "Feng Muliang is just about to run out of spiritual power, but do you still have spiritual power available?"

"I don't need you to worry about that." The Demon Venerable said with a smile: "He wants your Taoist couple to watch the sword come out, so I will ask you to come over to fulfill his wish. As for what you see and think of, I hope For the sake of him treating you as friends, it is enough to hold back and not talk."

He Yufan frowned.

Intuitively, this tastes a bit wrong.

However, he was never given a chance to ask questions.Feng Muliang looked up at the sky, and answered all his questions: "It's getting late, I'll forge the sword first. If there is anything wrong, you can talk to him slowly when he wakes up." .”

After the words fell, he also turned his eyes back to the sword forging furnace, and with a rare gentle look, he pushed his palm forward with a smile, facing the raging fire.

He Yufan wanted to say something more, but was pulled by Huan Chengzhi before he could speak.

The latter's voice sounded next to his ear, and he said, "He has made up his mind, and you didn't persuade him to come back."

He Yufan paused, turned his head to look at Huan Chengzhi, "But didn't you say that he is incapable of forging swords? Then he is now..."

"He intends to touch the biggest taboo of a swordsmith." Huan Chengzhi sighed, holding He Yufan into his arms from behind with both hands, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said softly in a sigh-like tone: "Forging the sword with the soul, It is said that this method will make the best swords. But also, it will make the craziest swords."

"Forging the sword with the soul?"

He Yufan's focus was entirely on this sentence, he didn't even hear what Huan Cheng said after that, he just murmured and repeated the word, and was anxious to break free from the latter's imprisonment and stop it Facing the sword forging furnace, someone whose face became paler and paler.

"Calm down." Huan Chengzhi didn't follow his wishes for the first time.While increasing the strength on his arm, Jian Mei also twisted his eyebrows and said: "This sword has only been forged halfway. If he doesn't continue to forge, your natal sword, Brother Mu Liang, will probably die before it comes out." It was broken directly. Besides, in his current state, his soul would fly away at any time. I guess he felt that it would be better to achieve this sword than to disappear inexplicably, so he made this move."

After Huan Chengzhi finished explaining, as if to give him some room to digest, he also slowly loosened his arms.

In fact, He Yufan didn't understand what he said.

But if you understand it, if you want to accept it, it is really too strong...

After the conversation ended, the two fell silent.

The almost ten-thousand-year-old gust of wind on the sword-making platform was still blowing in my ears, and other than that, there was only the sword-forging furnace not far away. The blazing fire that used soul as fuel was still burning As if announcing the existence of the swordsmith, there were "crackling" sounds from time to time.

At this time, Feng Muliang's eyes were already fiery red, and against the fire in the stove, there was more coquettishness and splendor like the last wild dance of life.

He Yufan clenched his hands into fists by his side, until it hurt so much that he couldn't help asking again: "Is there only one person missing to continue forging the sword? If that's the case, can I help him? Am I not Is it the cultivation base of the golden core period? It's just for brother Mu Liang to slow down..."

"I can't." Huan Chengzhi shook his head and interrupted ruthlessly: "Forging a sword is never a simple job that can be done by putting a little spiritual power into the furnace. Especially for sword repairers, when they are casting their natal sword, In addition to skills, the more important thing is to let Jian feel their hearts. No matter how many times Feng Muliang has been reincarnated, he can't change the premise that he is still him, so the devil can help him continue. If others dare to intervene, then It is destroying the sword."

He Yufan heard the words, and swallowed all the words that had already burst into his mouth in entanglement.

He clenched his fists again, and he finally gave up with a long sigh, loosening his five fingers, and said sadly: "I'm serious, although I understand that this is the Tao they are pursuing, but to trade my life for the 'Tao', I really Still don't understand."

"You don't need to understand, you won't become a sword cultivator anyway." Huan Chengzhi said: "Besides, there are so many sword cultivators in the comprehension world now, except for him, I am afraid that there are so many sword cultivators who can go crazy to this degree. There are no two left."

"That's why he can become the strongest."

As He Yufan spoke, his eyes were tightly locked on the blue shadow not far away.

What makes people sad and has nothing to say is that compared to the nervousness and entanglement on his side, Feng Muliang, who knows that his life is exhausted but refuses to stop, has a calm and indifferent face.

It's as if this scene has been played out thousands of times in his mind now, as if...

He was just going to return to a place he should have been long ago.

No sadness, but also a little joy.

As if infected by this emotion, He Yufan's chaotic mood gradually calmed down in the cold wind.

He leaned back, completely embedded himself in Huan Chengzhi's warm embrace, and finally remembered the explanation he ignored before.So he asked: "You just said that this taboo will forge the craziest sword, what do you mean?"

"Because these sword repairmen all believe that swords have souls, and the swords they forge may really have souls." Huan Chengzhi said: "But if you use souls to forge swords, the emotions of the souls you use are just as powerful as the souls. It will affect Sword Soul."

After speaking, he paused and continued: "For example, when I was inquiring about the Demon Extinguishing Sword some time ago, I also heard a legend about a sword repairer. It is said that a long time ago, there was a very powerful swordsmith Master, in order to forge the best sword in the world, he used his wife and children as fire to induce souls to forge the sword for seven or 49 days."

He Yufan frowned, a glimmer of inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, but he asked along the way: "The result?"

"It turned out that it was indeed the strongest sword in the Three Realms, but it was also the most evil sword in the Three Realms. Everyone who owned it either lost their minds and committed suicide in the end, or..."

"Even with a big change in personality and a sharp increase in cultivation, the righteous way can change into the evil way in seconds, and a single disagreement can kill the whole family."

Before Huan Chengzhi finished speaking, He Yufan opened his mouth to continue.Then he paused for two seconds, wiped his face under the former's puzzled gaze, and continued to add expressionlessly: "Later, in order to prevent this from happening again, the comprehension world once again killed those who were driven mad by this sword. The empress also turned the sword back into the furnace and melted it into water. Isn't that right?"

What he said was asking a question, but it was more like stating a fact that everyone understood.

Whether it's tone or expression, this scene is a bit too familiar.Huan Chengzhi's thin lips trembled twice, and in the end he pressed his aching forehead helplessly and said, "Tell me about the plot when you get back, no matter what assessment you will encounter this time, you should tell me in advance It is clear, and it will save you from being caught off guard again."

He Yufan knew that the other party was talking about the two monsters this time, but he really couldn't make sense of it, so he could only twitch the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and nodded in response.

This topic came to an end, and during the time the two talked, Feng Muliang's expression finally became a little tired.

The palm facing the sword forging furnace trembled slightly, and the sweat on the forehead also flowed down the bloodless cheeks and wet the skirt of the clothes.That pair of bodies that seemed to be quite strong at the moment were like leaves in the wind, shaking as if they could fall down at any time.

He Yufan saw it, and felt that his heart had been put into the furnace along with the sword, looking forward to it being released.He was also worried about the life of the swordsmith.

However, things that should come will never stop coming because of your worry.

After He Yufan stared at the man for a while, the fire in the sword forging furnace suddenly emitted a too dazzling purple light like in the novel.

And when the light was exhausted, the man in Tsing Yi who was standing in front of the furnace had already passed out on the ground...

Familiar lake, familiar silence.

Feng Muliang slowly opened his eyes, and while seeing his surroundings clearly, he began to subconsciously look for the familiar light not far away.

Fortunately, the light is still there, and so is the man in black with red eyes.

The only difference is that although he still had a wicked smile on his face, his eyes were filled with lingering fatigue and a trace of relaxation called relief.

He looked at Feng Muliang, raised his hand and waved it twice, and said with a loud smile: "The sword is ready, you have to treat it well."