The demon witch is her white moonlight

After returning from Jiantingju, it was already dark.

Le Xiaoyi washed up hastily, then turned off the light and went to bed, smelling the faint fragrance left by Ji Yuxuan in the bedding, she couldn't sleep alone.

The quilt without Ji Yuxuan didn't have the warmth that a quilt should have.

Le Xiaoyi felt extremely uncomfortable, rolled up the entire quilt and hugged her in his arms, tossed and turned, slept and woke up all night, not at ease, and when he woke up the next morning with black circles under his eyes, he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

On the first day Xiaoxuan was away, I missed her.

Le Xiaoyi patted his face, put on his clothes, got up and went out, took the Sixuan sword and went to Jianhong Hall.

Qi Jianxin sent away the craftsmen in the Sword Forging Hall, led Le Xiaoyi to take out the Junlan Sword, and personally sent Le Xiaoyi to the third floor of the Sword Forging Hall, watching Le Xiaoyi open the stone gate.

There are familiar stone steps under the stone gate, Ah Jiu went down first to explore the way.

"There is the skeleton of the swordsmith in the lowest grotto." Le Xiaoyi said to Qi Jianxin, "The map of sword casting is also in that grotto."

Ah Jiu came back soon, and reported to Qi Jianxin what Le Xiaoyi had said.

Qi Jianxin sent two elders to collect the corpses of these swordsmiths whose identities were no longer clear, but the deaths of these people cannot be made public, and they are destined to "live" in the Sword Mountain for the rest of their lives.

After all the bones on the lower three floors were taken away, Qi Jianxin asked Le Xiaoyi to check whether all the necessary things were in place. After the preparations were completed, he told Le Xiaoyi to be careful, and then let Le Xiaoyi shut him down. Shimen.

After two months, Le Xiaoyi returned to the melting pot again, feeling different again.

Perhaps it was because he had already broken through the Bone Yuan Realm, the temperature in the furnace seemed to be not as high as last time when Le Xiaoyi came this time.

Le Xiaoyi went directly to the cave at the bottom. After the pile of bones inside was taken away, the space in the cave became empty.

Le Xiaoyi looked up at the stone wall at the top, and through the red light reflected by the magma in the cave, he could barely see the sword-forging map on the top of the cave.

She found that there were still torches around the stone wall, but after a long time, these torches had been burned out.

Ah Jiu followed Le Xiaoyi's line of sight to look at the walls of the cave, and immediately understood what Le Xiaoyi was thinking. Without saying a word, he replaced all the torches on the walls and lit new ones.

The cave instantly lit up, and it was the first time that Le Xiaoyi intuitively felt the benefits of not having to do it himself. He smiled at Ah Jiu and said, "Thank you."

Ah Jiu is a person who does things silently, and she will definitely not be proud if she gets it, let alone such a trivial matter, she nodded to Le Xiaoyi, and replied: "This is the job of the subordinate." After finishing speaking, she stepped aside , does not affect Le Xiaoyi's research on the map in the cave.

The swordsmith who died in the hands of Le Xiaoyi was called Mo Chenhuan. He was able to forge evil swords of the sixth grade. Naturally, few people can match his forging skills. He also studied the sword-forging manual in this cave How many years, already familiar with the heart.

It's just that there is still a layer of veil between the map in memory and the map that I actually see. Le Xiaoyi saw the map with his own eyes, and then matched it with the map in memory, so that he felt familiar.

She sat down by the magma pool, looked up at the atlas on the top of the cave, studied each one carefully, and sat for seven days.

During this period, Ah Jiu stayed in the corner without saying a word, Le Xiaoyi didn't call her, she was like a shadow in the dark, silently, and even many times, Le Xiaoyi forgot that there was such a person behind her. one person.

Seven days later, Le Xiaoyi had an idea in his heart, got up and walked up the stone steps, preparing to go up to the second floor, Ah Jiu came out from the darkness and followed Le Xiaoyi out of the grotto.

Le Xiaoyi began to forge his first sword.

She added firewood to the furnace, activated the spirit stone outside the bellows to speed up the bellows, and brought a few second-grade swords, and threw them into the furnace without blinking to forge molten iron.

The molten iron was poured into the sword mold and tempered repeatedly, and there was a long-lost clanging sound in the furnace.

Le Xiaoyi has just broken through the Bone Origin Realm. Although her physical body has been tempered and of good quality, it is still far behind Mo Chenhuan in the Soul Origin Realm. If she has a very perfect concept in her mind, Then her hands-on process is reality.

Whether it is the strength when forging the sword pi or the control of the heat when tempering the sword pi, it is not so easy.

The gap between the reality and the ideal is not a star and a half. After several times of forging, the sword PI has begun to take shape. Le Xiaoyi spent three days, and the first sword forged with the material of the second-grade sword is only inferior to the first-grade sword.

Le Xiaoyi held the sword and looked at it for a long time, feeling a little sad.

Then she threw the sword directly into the furnace as a waste sword, melted it into molten iron again, and began to forge the sword repeatedly.

After staying in the furnace for six months, Le Xiaoyi finally forged the first second-grade sword, and the road was bumpy and tortuous.

Le Xiaoyi has dragon scales in her body. She didn't know the utility of dragon scales before. Now that she has Mo Chenhuan's memory, she understands what kind of god dragon scales are. Even fragments of dragon scales are much more precious than ordinary rare minerals. .

She wants to make the best use of everything, and it is not enough to forge a second-grade sword, she needs to work harder.

During Le Xiaoyi's practice, Ah Jiu has been meditating beside him.

The aura of heaven and earth in the melting furnace is very thin, almost non-existent. Six months have passed. Converted to the time of the outside world, it should only be four days. Le Xiaoyi's cultivation base has improved slowly, and the part of the improvement still depends on refining the inner alchemy of the fire dragon.

However, what Le Xiaoyi is most concerned about right now is not the improvement of his cultivation. After recovering his physical strength through meditation, he will continue to devote himself to practicing sword casting.

Another year has passed in the furnace, and the sound of tinkling and forging has a particular rhythm.

Le Xiaoyi put the red-hot sword into the cold water to quench it, there was a rustling sound, the blade turned from red to black, and after a little polishing, the dull blade burst into a cold light.

"Second third grade." Ah Jiu who was sitting in the corner suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the sword Le Xiaoyi was holding in his hand.

Her eyes were a bit complicated, both unexpected and unsurprising.

As far as she knows, forging skills are extremely difficult to improve. The craftsmen in the Sword Forging Hall of the Sword God Sect can only forge second-rank mortals throughout their lives. The sword is their upper limit.

And it takes at least one or two hundred years for a swordsmith to go from a blank piece of paper that knows nothing to the level of being able to forge a third-grade sword. Forging skills, one needs to cultivate not only heart, but also experience.

When Le Xiaoyi told Qi Jianxin that she wanted to practice casting, even though Ah Jiu, as Le Xiaoyi's shadow, could not express her opinion or interfere with her master's decision, she also had a hint of ridicule in her heart.

Qi Jianxin spoiled Le Xiaoyi so much that he became blind and lost his judgment.

It's just a fantasy, a fool's dream.

Even though time in the furnace has become slower than the outside world, Le Xiaoyi has the inheritance of the memory of the swordsmith, so what?

Ah Jiu has already made plans to live in the furnace for hundreds of years.

She even had an absurd idea, Qi Jianxin agreed to let Le Xiaoyi enter the furnace to practice sword casting, just using this as an excuse to let Le Xiaoyi find a place to avoid the limelight, and when Le Xiaoyi came out of the furnace, the people outside The turmoil must have died down.

But she didn't expect that Le Xiaoyi actually did it.

It took only one and a half years for Le Xiaoyi to complete a journey that would take hundreds of years for a swordsmith to complete.

What kind of monster is this?

Le Xiaoyi grabbed the new second-tier sword in his hand, gestured towards the cave wall, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then threw the new sword she had just forged in Ah Jiu's inexplicable sight. into the furnace.

Ah Jiu: "..."

Fine.

After Le Xiaoyi threw the new sword into the furnace, he sat down to recover his strength.

She counted the time in her mind, a year and a half had passed in the furnace, and less than half a month had passed outside. She was thinking about Ji Yuxuan, thinking about it like crazy, but Ji Yuxuan probably didn't finish dealing with the affairs of Xizhou so quickly.

In order not to let the longing torment him, Le Xiaoyi had no choice but to devote all his attention to the practice of sword casting, forgetting to sleep and eat, day and night, until he couldn't hold on any longer, then sat down and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

Ah Jiu saw her hard work, which is why, Ah Jiu felt that Le Xiaoyi's terrible progress was not unexpected.

If the quality of the sword was upgraded from the first-rank to the third-rank smoothly, then Le Xiaoyi encountered unprecedented obstacles when trying to forge a third-rank sword.

Sword soul cannot be forged.

For another two years, Le Xiaoyi forged nine sub-third-rank swords, but each time she failed at the last step, her sword was still unable to produce a sword soul, so it could not become a third-rank sword.

Under the blow of repeated failures, Le Xiaoyi inevitably became impetuous.

Two months later, the tenth attempt also failed, Le Xiaoyi threw down the third-rank sword in his hand, and fell to the ground sprawled.

Her heart was very restless, and she wanted to go out, and she couldn't wait to see Ji Yuxuan, so much so that the idea of ​​building Sixuan Sword into a second-rank sword flashed in her mind.

But soon, she dismissed the idea again.

Can't settle for second best, her Sixuan sword can't be compromised.

Si Xuanjian can't, and she can't.

This kind of thinking of making do with difficulties without finding a breakthrough is very dangerous, and she does not allow herself to become such a person.

Le Xiaoyi took a deep breath, she had made up her mind when she came here, she would not go out without forging a third-grade sword, if Mo Chenhuan could do it, so could she.

After three and a half years in the furnace, Le Xiaoyi raised his cultivation level to the third level of the Bone Yuan Realm by refining the Fire Dragon Demon Pill.

When the cultivation base reaches the Bone Origin Realm, the improvement of each level requires several times the refined heaven and earth aura than the Pulse Origin Realm, and the time it takes is also doubled.

If it wasn't for Le Xiaoyi's powerful weapon, the Huo Jiaoyao Pellet, her practice in the furnace would probably be just a pure sword-forging practice, and the improvement of her cultivation would be almost negligible.

But Hongmeng Jianxin is also devouring the power of the demon pill. Now that the demon pill has been refined more than half, Le Xiaoyi feels that the part he takes for his own use only accounts for [-]% to [-]% of the spiritual energy consumed by the demon pill, and more of the spiritual energy is consumed. Hongmeng Jianxin devoured it.

I don't know why Hongmeng Jianxin absorbs so much spiritual energy. Anyway, in the past three and a half years, Le Xiaoyi has not seen Hongmeng Jianxin's growth, and her realm is still at the inch-mang stage. Her good resources are in vain. Feed it to Hongmeng Jianxin.

Le Xiaoyi complained in his heart, he should continue to feed what should be fed, and his own cultivation should not be left behind.

After she rested, a carp sat up straight, picked up the guy who forged the sword, and continued to practice.

After repeated forging and comprehension, Le Xiaoyi was completely immersed in the sword forging practice, forgetting the time and his original plan.

Ah Jiu, who was meditating, suddenly felt something, and opened his eyes to look at Le Xiaoyi.

I don't know if it's her illusion, she feels that Le Xiaoyi's current state seems to be different from just now, but she can't explain exactly what is different.

After a while, Ah Jiu shook his head, stopped thinking about it, closed his eyes and continued to practice.

When a heavy hammer fell, the sweat from Le Xiaoyi's forehead slid down his cheeks, and flicked on the red sword blade with a bang, emitting a wisp of blue smoke.

The hilt of the sword in his hand trembled, and a strange brilliance flashed across the dull blade.

Le Xiaoyi lifted the hammer and hung it in the air, his eyes suddenly glowed, his hand holding the sword swirled lightly, and the sword turned over.

The last hammer made up calmly, Le Xiaoyi slapped the hilt with his backhand, the long sword flew out, plunged into the torrent, and changed color with a squeak.

She picked up the new sword, cut off her thumb on one side of the sword, the blade was stained with blood, and immediately there was an obscure and depressing aura out of thin air.

Ah Jiu opened his eyes, shocked.

Three products!

Le Xiaoyi couldn't hold back, his brows were brimming with joy, he raised his head and laughed loudly.

Really hard work pays off, she finally did it!