The demon witch is her white moonlight

Le Xiaoyi held the third-grade sword forged for the first time in his hand and looked at it for a long time, the arc of the corner of his mouth was so brilliant that he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

Through continuous efforts to achieve the expected results, the more difficult the process is, the more indescribable the joy and satisfaction obtained at the moment of success.

This made Le Xiaoyi feel that all the sweat she has put in until now is worth it.

She wanted to share the progress she had made with Ji Yuxuan at the first moment, and then suddenly realized that she was so absorbed in her practice that she didn't know when it would start, and she seemed to have forgotten to count the time.

How long had she been in the furnace in order to forge the third-grade sword?

The demon pill in her body is only half the size of a knuckle, and her cultivation base has also been raised to the fourth level of the Bone Yuan Realm, and the speed of entering the realm has gradually slowed down.

Le Xiaoyi made up her mind, turned her head to look at Ah Jiu, "How long have we been in?"

Ah Jiu put away the shocked expression on his face, and the pair of eyes exposed under the metal mask were flat, showing no emotion.

"Nine years." Ah Jiu's tone was calm.

The third-grade sword in Le Xiaoyi's hand was almost unsteady. It has been more than five years since she stopped to rest before she knew it?She has been trying to forge a third-grade sword for the past five years?

Suddenly, I felt that the achievement of this sword was not so remarkable.

Le Xiaoyi was a little melancholy.

However, she didn't know that what she thought was nothing special caused a storm in Ah Jiu's heart.

How many people spend hundreds of years in their entire lives, but they still can't create a third-grade magic weapon with a weapon soul, but Le Xiaoyi only spent nine years.

Converted to the time of the outside world, it is only two months.

Le Xiaoyi finally didn't put the brand new third-rank sword into the furnace. She tidied it up and tried to forge a new third-rank sword again. There is a certain probability whether the quality of the finished product can reach the third-rank sword. At least with her current level, she can't do it. Three swords are produced every time.

However, if there is one, there are two. The progress made in the past laid the foundation for the later achievements. Le Xiaoyi was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and continued to practice for another two years.

The demon pill has been completely refined, and Le Xiaoyi's cultivation stagnated after reaching the upper limit of the fourth floor of the Bone Yuan Realm, and there was no further progress for the next half a year.

The success rate of forging the third-grade sword was stable at more than [-]%. Le Xiaoyi felt that the time was ripe, so he finally took out the dragon scale fragments that he had collected for a long time.

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When leaving the furnace, Le Xiaoyi had the feeling of seeing the sun again.

She has stayed in the furnace for more than ten years, and the outside world has only passed two and a half months. This gap still caused her to have the illusion of a world away when she saw the familiar scene outside the Sword Forging Hall, and she almost couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a dream.

The climate has moved one step closer to summer, and even then the air is still far cooler than the furnace.

Coming out of the Sword Forging Hall, Le Xiaoyi even felt that the outside temperature was too low and he didn't wear enough clothes.

She has been in the furnace for too long, and the clothes on her body that have not been changed since entering the furnace have faded from the original color under the high temperature. It looks gray, and her hair has grown a little longer. Wan was in the back of his head, very unkempt.

And these were the most intuitive and frightening discoveries when she saw her own reflection on an unknown metal surface after returning to the Sword Forging Hall.

She actually stayed in the furnace for 12 years with such a carefree image!

The state of mind has not aged with the passage of time, but the sweat on his body has soaked his clothes over and over again, and he has been dried over and over again. He was affected by the smell of coal and rust in the furnace before, and Le Xiaoyi is almost ashamed when he comes out. I fainted from the complex smell on my body.

This appearance must not be seen by Ji Yuxuan!

Of course, not only Ji Yuxuan, but also others.

With such a mood, Le Xiaoyi sprinted like flying, avoiding meeting people as much as possible along the way, and drifting into Chengyixuan like a gust of wind.

The door creaked open, and before entering the room, Le Xiaoyi ordered Ah Jiu to prepare water, and then stepped into the room.

She intends to change the clothes first, although it may have little effect, it is better than continuing to wear the dusty clothes on her body.

The hand that closed the door paused, Le Xiaoyi froze by the door, and met Ji Yuxuan who was behind the desk with his jaw propped up and flipping through books in boredom.

"!"

Ah ah ah ah ah!

why!

His mind was blank, and his expression was also blank. Le Xiaoyi took a moment to realize who the person sitting there was.

Ji Yuxuan's expression was more restrained than Le Xiaoyi's, but her dull eyes also revealed the shock she couldn't conceal when she saw Le Xiaoyi.

Le Xiaoyi's image looked like he had gone somewhere and couldn't come back. For a moment, Ji Yuxuan even wondered if he was delusional, so that he didn't speak out to recognize Le Xiaoyi immediately.

bang——

The door was closed, and a door separated the inside and outside, and Ji Yuxuan's dazed expression disappeared from Le Xiaoyi's eyes.

Was it just an illusion?In fact, Xiaoxuan hasn't come back yet, right?

Le Xiaoyi stood in front of the door doubting his life, then turned around and walked away together.

Just don't change clothes for now.

Go directly to the bathroom to freshen up.

When Le Xiaoyi finally tidied himself up and came back from the bathroom, it was already half an hour later.

She pushed away from her room, and saw Ji Yuxuan who had adjusted with emotions of both joy and worry, more despair and embarrassment.

"Xiaoxuan...cough, when did you come?" Le Xiaoyi stood at the door, wanting to go in but dared not go in. He looked at Ji Yuxuan with his head, and immediately looked away as soon as his eyes met. Red became a monkey butt.

Ji Yuxuan was still sitting behind the desk, and the book in her hand seemed to have been changed. She stood up when she heard the door being pushed, with a complicated expression on her face, as if she wanted to laugh, but felt bad, so she suppressed her smile and endured very hard.

"The day before yesterday." She cleared her throat, recovered her normal demeanor, and walked towards Le Xiaoyi.

"What have you been doing for the past two months?" Ji Yuxuan deliberately did not mention Le Xiaoyi's embarrassment just now, considering Le Xiaoyi's desire to maintain dignity in front of his sweetheart, with a casual and natural tone, "I heard Uncle Qi say you Closed."

Le Xiaoyi pretended to have amnesia, and forgot the scene of meeting Ji Yuxuan in the worst state just now. Hearing this, he entered the room with the Sixuan sword and the sword box that sealed the Jun Lan sword, closed the door, and replied to Ji Yuxuan: "I Went to Jianshan to practice sword casting."

Ji Yuxuan was really shocked, Qi Jianxin didn't tell her about it.

Le Xiaoyi looked back and saw Ji Yuxuan's surprised expression, and suddenly felt a little proud. She finally had a skill to show off in front of Ji Yuxuan, at least Ji Yuxuan probably didn't know how to forge swords.

No matter how powerful Ji Yuxuan was, she couldn't take care of more things while improving her cultivation and managing the trivial matters of Xuantian Palace.

Thinking about it this way, the embarrassment just now was naturally relieved, and even made her feel that all the previous efforts had become extraordinarily heavy at the moment when the results were presented in front of Ji Yuxuan, even if it became so embarrassing, it was worth it.

The corner of Le Xiaoyi's mouth couldn't help but smile, and he handed the Sixuan sword and scabbard to Ji Yuxuan: "Look."

Ji Yuxuan knew the scabbard of this sword, she raised her eyebrows, connected with the context, guessed what Le Xiaoyi was proud of, and asked with a smile: "Did you recast the Sixuan sword?"

She seemed not at all surprised that Le Xiaoyi was able to learn how to forge swords in two and a half months.

Le Xiaoyi didn't speak, but gave Ji Yuxuan a look, motioning for her to draw out her sword to have a look.

Ji Yuxuan took the Sixuan sword from Le Xiaoyi's hand, weighed it first, it was a little heavier than before, she held the hilt of the sword: "Then let me see?"

The smile in Le Xiaoyi's eyes deepened.

Shine——

The shape of the Sixuan sword is still the same, and the lettering on the root of the sword spine has not changed, but the original dark sword body is mixed with dragon scales, and there is a faint glow of dark gold. The moment the sword body is unsheathed, the room There seemed to be a deep dragon chant.

Ji Yuxuan's beautiful eyes widened, and her pair of beautiful and moist peach blossom eyes were full of brilliance. When she raised her eyes to look at Le Xiaoyi, her admiration and joy were undisguised: "It's actually a fourth grade!"

Le Xiaoyi no longer pretended to be reserved, and immediately smiled.

She originally only wanted to forge the Sixuan sword into a third-grade magic weapon, but the effectiveness of the dragon scales exceeded her expectations, and she was extremely careful in the process of recasting the Sixuan sword, so she even raised the quality of the Sixuan sword a level.

The second-tier fourth-grade sword is no different from the one Ji Yuxuan took from the sword mountain.

Although Le Xiaoyi thinks that her forging technique has not really reached the level of the fourth grade, but this does not prevent her from being complacent about this accident.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​practicing swordsmanship?" Ji Yuxuan found a chair and sat down, playing with the brand-new Sixuan sword, and asked Le Xiaoyi curiously.

Le Xiaoyi: "After you left last time, I was looking at the illustrated book of famous swords in the house, and found that I had gained some memories of sword-forging skills after the experience of capturing the house in Jianshan last time, so I suddenly thought of it."

She took the Sixuan sword from Ji Yuxuan's hand and put it on the table beside Ji Yuxuan, then walked over and sat sideways on Ji Yuxuan's lap, with her arms around Ji Yuxuan's neck, smelling the fragrance of Ji Yuxuan's hair.

Le Xiaoyi suddenly calmed down, hugged Ji Yuxuan with his head buried in his arms, quietly, as if he had something on his mind.

"What's the matter?" Sensing the change in the atmosphere in the room, Ji Yuxuan asked warmly, while stroking Le Xiaoyi's back.

Le Xiaoyi had a fresh breath just out of the bath, Ji Yuxuan hugged Le Xiaoyi's waist, and then found out that her Xiaoyi seemed to have lost some weight, her clothes were loose and baggy, and it hurt to hold her.

Le Xiaoyi buried his head even lower, and his breath blew over Ji Yuxuan's ears, bringing an inaudible moan: "I miss you so much."

For Ji Yuxuan, it was only two and a half months since she left and returned, but Le Xiaoyi stayed in the furnace for 12 years.

Fortunately, she met her sweetheart as soon as she came out.

Ji Yuxuan's heart trembled.

Le Xiaoyi seldom reveals his heart outright like this.

Ji Yuxuan immediately understood that Le Xiaoyi's longing was too long and turbulent, and no euphemistic words could truly express her lovesickness.

She couldn't care less about being reserved or reserved.

Ji Yuxuan cupped her face, and responded with a gentle and long kiss.

A kiss without desire, full of lovesickness.

The kiss lasted a long time.

They didn't end this inseparable kiss until it became difficult for each other to breathe, and the thinner air gradually couldn't support the blurred reason.

Le Xiaoyi lay in Ji Yuxuan's arms and gasped.

After a long time, she closed her eyes cruelly, abandoned her heavy shame, bit Ji Yuxuan's ear, and murmured in a very low and hoarse voice: "Xiaoxuan, want me."