In his sleep, Xia Hofu stretched out his hand out of habit, but found nothing.

She touched around and opened her eyes. In the darkness, she saw an empty place next to her. The person on the pillow who should have been lying next to her had disappeared at some point.

She released her senses and quietly searched Zhang's house. Suddenly she stood up, lit the candlestick, and pushed the door open.

Turn around the long pavilion corridor.

A bunch of orange-red candlelight poured out from the hall, illuminating a small courtyard.

Xia Hofu walked quietly to the door of the hall and saw Zhang Chu, wearing only a moon-white undershirt, sitting in the hall.

He crossed his legs, pressed his left elbow on his knee, held a foot-long brand-new jade smoking pot in his hand, held his left arm in his right hand, and stared at the ground in concentration.

But even in his trance state, he frowned deeply.

Even when she walked outside the hall, he didn't notice...

Somehow, seeing Zhang Chu like this, Xia Houfu suddenly felt a little heavy in his heart.

She didn't know why it was heavy.

She stood at the door for a long time. Seeing that Zhang Chu had not come back to his senses, she stretched out her feet and stepped into the hall. "What are you thinking about? You are so lost in thought."

She walked to the hall, put the candlestick in her hand on the table, took the extinguished smoke pot from Zhang Chu's hand with both hands, cleared out the white ash in the pot, and filled the pot with shredded tobacco.

Zhang Chu came back to his senses, looked at her, and smiled reluctantly: "I still woke you up..."

Xia Houfu shook his head slightly, put the smoke pot into his hand, took the initiative to pick up the huozhe on the hall table, and lit it for him: "Since we are husband and wife, let's not talk about this...Why didn't I know that we still have this thing at home?"

"

Zhang Chu looked at the cigarette pot in his hand, and his eyes became darker and darker, but he was still smiling: "You said this, this is the New Year's gift prepared for Yu Laoer earlier. He didn't use it, so he took advantage of me..."

Xia Houfu pursed his lips.

This man is really a story...

She pulled up a chair, sat next to Zhang Chu, leaned against him, and said softly: "Can you tell me if you have encountered any difficulties?"

Zhang Chu hesitated for a few moments and said softly: "Don't bring home the troubles outside, just stay with me!"

Xia Houfu breathed out a soft "hmm", then just leaned against him and stopped talking.

The long night seemed endless.

Can't wait for the daylight...

…

When Li Youniang got up in the morning, she could no longer see Zhang Chu's shadow.

She asked Xia Hofu strangely: "Fourth sister, where is the master? Didn't he sleep in your room last night?"

Xia Houfu was sitting at the dining table having breakfast. Hearing this, he replied: "The master is in seclusion. Leave him alone. Jintian hasn't gotten up yet?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's too late to retreat after all."

Li Youniang muttered and sat down at the dining table. She picked up two hot meat buns with her chopsticks and placed them on the dinner plate on the empty seat next to her. "Jin Tian is still washing up. He will be here soon..."

Xia Hofu said "Hmm" and immersed himself in the steamed buns in the bowl.

…

Stone interior.

Zhang Chu held his chin and sat cross-legged in the dim skylight.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his hand and flicked his fingers.

Only a clear "clang" sound was heard as the sheath was unsheathed.

A ray of golden light popped out from the corner of the stone room, circled around him twice like an elf, and then stopped in front of him, turning into a golden scimitar filled with golden light.

Zhang Chu gently stroked the exquisite and gorgeous blade of the golden scimitar, and the golden scimitar seemed to be responding to him, trembling slightly.

This golden scimitar was obtained from Bugui Forest in Nanshan Prefecture.

It is the Crescent Moon Divine Weapon refined by a second-grade Yue Feitian Grandmaster with his own flying will.

The Crescent Moon Divine Weapon is far more powerful than the Purple Dragon Sword given to him by Huo Hongye in the past when it comes to the second level and second level.

Therefore, even though the shape and intent of this golden scimitar were not in line with Zhang Chu's own sword skills, it still replaced the Purple Dragon Sword and became his sidearm.

Now, he is also a second-grade grandmaster, and he is already qualified to create a magic weapon that suits him.

It was only because he had been troubled by many things recently that he suppressed the matter.

To this day, he doesn't know how to face Li Youniang and Li Jintian, so he escapes in seclusion and has some free time...

"Thank you for accompanying me."

Zhang Chu gently stroked the blade of the golden scimitar and murmured in a low voice.

The golden scimitar floated quietly in front of him, not knowing what he was about to face.

Half a moment.

Zhang Chu suddenly sighed softly, curled his fingers with the hand holding the knife, and tapped the blade lightly.

The majestic flying will surged into the blade with his finger.

In an instant, the golden light suddenly shines!

The sharp sword intent mixed with Jin Xing's vitality exploded like a storm, but Zhang Chu used his vast true energy to forcibly restrain it in one place and did not allow it to explode.

The intense golden light eventually turned into a dazzling blazing white light and was burned to the ground.

"Bangdang..."

The golden scimitar fell to the ground, and the bright golden light flowing on the blade was completely extinguished.

The golden blade was covered with a layer of gray light, just like a piece of broken copper and iron that had been oxidized for many years.

Zhang Chu sighed, held the scimitar in both hands, and used his true energy to shoot it in the air to prevent it from falling.

The next moment, blazing flames like a red lotus emerged out of thin air, enveloping the golden scimitar.

The dim golden scimitar turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Chu slowly closed his eyes and turned his flying will into a trickle, slowly flowing into the golden scimitar in the flames bit by bit.

Universal love.

Non-attack...

Mixed in with his desire to fly to heaven are his life experiences.

The golden scimitar in the red lotus flames.

It became straight bit by bit, and there was no more curvature in it.

The gorgeous lines on the blade also melted away little by little.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe one day.

Maybe two days.

Maybe three days...

After Zhang Chu imprinted all of his flying will into the knife, he raised his hand and took out a hazy white tiger shadow from his dantian.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the white tiger's shadow into the blade.

In the dark, there seemed to be a roar of a fierce tiger that resounded throughout the world.

Zhang Chu, who still had his eyes closed, frowned.

In an instant, the red lotus flames blazed brightly again, almost breaking through the stone chamber.

…

When Zhang Chu opened his eyes, the red lotus flames had been extinguished.

A long knife that was entirely jet black, three feet three inches long and one inch two wide, with a white tiger swallowing the blade appearing in the mouth, floated quietly in front of him.

Judging from the shape, this should be a... Tang straight sword.

Zhang Chu took one look at it and said with a self-deprecating smile: "It's true, I will never change my original intention..."

He touched the straight knife with his upper hand.

But I found that this knife was not sharpened...

It's not some weird routine that requires the blood of a brave man or the spirit of an overlord to be able to use it.

But this knife has no edge at all.

If it weren't for the tip of the knife.

Some people believe it even if it is said to be an iron ruler.

This sword was refined by Zhang Chu based on his own flying will. It is a reflection of his flying will.
To be continued...