I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 66
With a "buzz" sound, the sword vibrated slightly. The golden essence covered the entire sword, and the mottled rust was directly broken away and turned into powder.

Song Boyu held the sword with both hands and adjusted the way of inputting the golden essence. His hands were enveloped by a layer of brilliant golden essence, and the gold and stone vibrated, like the sound of chimes, melodious and profound.

The golden essence shrouding the sword body has turned into a golden sword light, nearly five millimeters long!

He thrust it into the ground casually, like a knife cutting through tofu, and the entire sword was not inserted into it.

He pulled out the broad sword, looked at it and pondered for a while: "It is indeed a good sword, definitely made of fine iron!
However, this sword is too wide and heavy, and it is too rough to fight. It is not suitable for my style of play. It would be more suitable for my style if I fuse it and make a long sword, short sword and arm shield. "

Song Boyu's fighting style is closer to that of rangers and assassins, and this sword is more suitable for iron-blooded warriors. Once the fighting style changes, the whole person's painting style will change.

It was still very important to maintain his own fighting style, so Song Boyu made up his mind to melt the big sword he just got.

"I have also heard of Master Du mentioned by Brother Feipeng today. His forging skills are unparalleled. If not, I would find this person to forge. But I only have 100 taels of silver left. I don't know if it will be enough for their labor costs." .”

Because of the tight schedule today, Song Boyu wrapped the sword in rags and carried it on his back. He first went to the boudoir school on Zhengjiao Street to pick up his sister.

Xiuniang was very happy to see her brother at the door and walked over quickly: "Brother, why did you come to pick me up today?"

When Song Boyu saw his sister's innocent smile and her smiling eyes as crooked as the moon, he felt that his mood instantly became extremely good: "Of course I'm worried about you. Today..."

He recounted what happened today, and told Xiu Niang not to walk alone during this time, and if someone followed him, he must find a way to get rid of it.

Xiu Niang nodded obediently, leaned her little head on Song Boyu's shoulder, and whispered, "Brother, is the sword you got good?"

Song Boyu's eyes lit up, and he patted his back: "Very good, Xiu Niang, let me tell you, we've made a lot of money with this sword. It's forged with high-quality iron, and it can be cut like mud. For the sword light..."

Xiu Niang hugged him hard and listened silently, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as long as her brother was happy.

That night, Song Boyu divided the time in the dream into two, and spent one day on the actual combat practice of Jianmang, or the battle royale.

The other two days were spent frantically trying to die to deduce the mystery of the high-speed spiral of Qi. Anyway, there was no fear of death in the dream. Apart from a little pain, Song Boyu really had nothing to fear.

In the early morning, Song Boyu transferred the essence in bed early in the morning and completed a great circulation of essence in the body, making the whole body comfortable.

He opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed through him, and his whole person was full of energy.

"Through the battle royale in my dream last night, I can be sure that I can kill ordinary foundation builders one-on-one with my sword glow.

Even if it's many against one, you can still fight to the death.

If they were roaming around and being hunted, it would be unclear who would win.

Even a monk who brings spirits into his body will die if I succeed in sneak attack!

But if it's really a head-on one-on-one, I'm afraid I will be killed by a monk 30 meters away. If you lose more than you win within 30 meters, you will lose more than you win within [-] meters. I will kill you within five steps! "

Confidence comes from strength. The battle royale in the dream allowed Song Boyu to build confidence in his own strength.

He sent his sister to the boudoir school early in the morning, and then went to Master Du's blacksmith workshop.

Dayu was different from Song Boyu's previous dynasty in that there was no monopoly on salt and iron, and both the government and private individuals could operate it.

Master Du is the most famous forging master in the area, named Du Gongming, who is especially good at sword making.

"I am the disciple of the leader Jiao Tianyu. This is my identity card. I have something important to do and I want to meet the master."

As soon as Song Boyu arrived, he directly raised the banner of leader Jiao Tianyu and said to the apprentices in the blacksmith workshop.

The apprentice did not dare to neglect and hurriedly reported to Master Du. After a while, he led Song Boyu to a forging iron room.

Du Gongming's beard and hair were all white, his upper body was naked, his tendons were shaking regularly, and he was beating the red-hot iron sword hard.

The apprentice cupped his fists and saluted, closed the door and left.

Song Boyu stood quietly at the side, and waited for Master Du to finish forging, then bowed and said, "Master Du, I am Song Boyu, and I have a sword that I would like to ask Master Du to smelt and forge again."

Du Gongming frowned slightly and said in a thunderous voice: "You kid, you want me to melt another sword and forge it again? How about I just make a new one for you? The iron material is worthless, and my skills are the best. valuable."

Song Boyu was not angry and said with a smile: "Of course I know that you are highly skilled, master, otherwise I wouldn't ask you to smelt this sword. Have you ever heard of Tie Jing?"

Du Gongming's indifferent expression immediately changed, and he said in a low voice, "You mean, there is a sword mixed with iron essence?"

Song Boyu shook his head, took off the broad sword from his back, and slowly unwrapped the coarse cloth.

Du Gongming became a little unhappy, and his voice became high-pitched: "What do you mean by shaking your head? There is no iron essence, why are you raising iron essence? Don't think that you are the leader's disciple, so you can amuse me!"

Song Boyu smiled and drew out his broad sword. The cold light was like waves, which made Du Gongming's eyes dazzle.

"This sword is not mixed with iron essence, but is forged entirely with iron essence! Master Du, would you like to melt it and reforge it?"

Du Gongming walked slowly to the sword and flicked it with his hand. The sound was like the roar of dragons and phoenixes, which shocked people's hearts.

He cupped his fists respectfully to Song Boyu and said, "Little brother, can you lend me this sword for a try?"

Song Boyu handed the sword directly to Du Gongming. Du Gongming looked at the sword and his eyes flashed with ecstasy, like a macho man seeing passionate love.

After observing for a long time, Du Gongming swung his sword and directly used the sword to chop the half-cast sword blank.

clang!
The sword blank broke into two pieces.

Du Gongming took another hair strand, put it in his hand and blew it. The hair fell on the sword blade and turned into two.

"It cuts steel like clay and breaks when blown. It is indeed made of fine iron. This sword is very well made and integrated into one piece. Why melt it and recast it?"

Du Gongming sighed, returned the sword to Song Boyu, and asked back.

Song Boyu smiled and said: "Of course this sword is very good, but it is not suitable for my kung fu. This sword must be a man with a length of seven feet to be able to swing and sweep across. I want to melt this sword and turn it into two swords, long and short, and then Make a set of arm shields.”

Du Gongming looked at Song Boyu and nodded slowly: "It makes sense. Although this soldier is good, it is really not suitable for you. Since you think highly of me and asked me to melt iron essence, I will accept the order and I can make both long and short for you. Sword, and a set of arm shields and a set of leg shields, but the extra scraps will be given to me.”

Song Boyu nodded when he heard the words: "Okay! Just as the master said, but we have to write the contract and I want to watch the whole process."

In the past, Du Gongming would not allow others to watch, but this material was unusual and he could understand it: "Okay, then let's sign the contract. If the day is not as good as today, we will start practicing immediately."

(End of this chapter)