"Do you have something to ask me?"

Jiang Li had roughly guessed what Pei Xi was thinking and took the initiative to mention it with a smile.

This matter couldn't be hidden, so there was no need for her to cover it up.

Hearing this, Pei Xi raised his eyes and looked at her, then silently took out his own scimitar from the storage ring.

The moment the machete was taken out, the person who was shocked was Jiang Li.

She opened her mouth slightly in surprise, looked at the scimitar, and then at Pei Xi, and something seemed to appear in her mind.

When she contracted a scimitar and personally experienced the forging process of the scimitar, the forger only showed a phantom, appearing vaguely in her hazy sight.

Now the phantom seemed to overlap with the person in front of him, and it was exactly the same.

"Who are you……"

Jiang Li picked up the scimitar in his hand and put it together with Pei Xi's scimitar. Except for the characters engraved on the blade, there was no difference at all.

She retrieved the symbols from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness and floated them in mid-air. The two of them looked up at the same time. They were exactly the same as the symbols on the blade.

Pei Xi's heart skipped a beat, and it turned out that the two scimitars were exactly the same.

He looked at Jiang Li, his eyes full of confusion and confusion. He didn't understand how there could be two identical scimitars and she could learn her own sword skills.

At this moment, Jiang Li felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, and felt that all this was fate.

She called Pei Xi to sit on a stone aside, then took out the Dao Dao Sword Manual with a smile and handed it to Pei Xi's hand.

The sword manual that could only be opened one page in her hand was now in Pei Xi's hands without any restrictions and could be opened page by page.

Pei Xi's consciousness entered the sword manual, and he saw himself in it, both familiar and unfamiliar.

How will it feel when you meet your future self?

That's a wonderful feeling.

Pei Xi opened the sword manual page by page, and gradually saw his unfinished sword manual in it. At this moment, he seemed to understand everything.

Not only are he and Jiang Li not in the same realm, they are not in the same time and space.

He closed the knife manual and handed it to Jiang Li again, and the look in his eyes changed a little more, becoming a little more close and protective.

What a wonderful fate.

"It was this sword manual that led me to the path of sword cultivation, that is, you, Senior Pei."

Jiang Li's eyes were clear and he looked at Pei Xi with burning eyes, filled with gratitude and reverence.

She was very fortunate to be able to meet something she loved in these long years and to accompany her step by step.

"And this fairy scimitar is probably a gift from you, senior."

As soon as the front leg got the knife manual, the back leg encountered the fairy scimitar. How could it be such a coincidence? Pei Xi must be helping behind the scenes.

Jiang Li was very awake, and the smile on her face became more and more intense.

"Actually, I come from a time and space in the future that I don't know how long ago. I strayed into the river of time and space while I was out training. After grabbing a piece of time, I was brought here and dropped in front of you."

Therefore, everything has its own arrangement.

Hearing this, Pei Xi's hand holding the scimitar suddenly tightened, and the suspicion in his heart was confirmed.

He didn't speak, but his eyes seemed to hold a thousand words, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

After a long silence, he stood up, pursed his thin lips and said, "Follow me."

Then he led the way, while Jiang Li followed him obediently, all the way to Pei Xi's yard.

Pei Xi pushed open the door of the refining room and was greeted by a blast of hot air.

A familiar feeling passed from the scimitar to Jiang Li's soul, giving her a familiar feeling of returning to her old place.

"The name of this sword is derived from the meaning of going upstream."

Pei Xi held the scimitar in his hand. At this time, the scimitar had not been optimized and forged countless times, so it was just an ordinary magic weapon, not even a spiritual weapon.

His eyes fell on the refining cauldron in the middle and the refining table on the side, and there was a bit more love in his tone: "It was born here."

Hearing this, Jiang Li stepped into the house and first looked around at the surrounding wooden frames, then his eyes fell on the refining furnace and the refining table.

The house is filled with various kinds of magic weapons, with different grades and attributes, witnessing the progress of Pei Xi's weapon refining skills bit by bit.

And when Pei Xi talked about weapon refining, his eyes had a brighter light than usual, which made people feel his love for weapon refining.

Jiang Li approached the refining table and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch it. He suddenly felt a familiar touch.

This is it!

The scimitar in her hand couldn't help but tremble at this moment, and a strong feeling of longing passed into Jiang Li's heart, making her eyes turn red.

Pei Xi's eyes fell on the fairy scimitar, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, with a secret doting on his "child" in his eyes.

"Now you and Su only have a contractual relationship. Only the advanced golden elixir can completely refine it into a magic weapon of destiny. From then on, we will truly depend on each other for life and death, and the sword will destroy people!"

The choice of your natal magic weapon is of great importance. Once you choose, there is almost no room for turning back.

Once the natal magic weapon is destroyed, the monk may lose all his cultivation, or at worst, his body and soul will disappear!

Especially for their sword cultivators, once they choose their natal magic weapon, they will only practice one sword practice for the rest of their lives, and there is no room for any mistakes.

"So, even if this sword is already an immortal weapon, it still needs to be forged by your own hands and put into it with your hard work and expectations, so that it can truly fit you in the future."

Many monks blindly pursue the grade and power of magic weapons, but neglect to complement and grow with the magic weapons.

Any magic weapon requires the owner's devotion, without exception.

As he spoke, he threw the scimitar in his hand into the furnace, then flicked his fingertips, and a strange fire flew out from his fingertips, immediately igniting the weapon refining furnace.

The raging fire burned, and the familiar feeling enveloped Jiang Li again.

She understood what Pei Xi meant, gently comforted the scimitar in her hand, and then threw it into the refining furnace.

The two scimitars have truly overlapped and merged.

Pei Xi stood on one side, patiently teaching Jiang Li the specific steps of refining the weapon, and taught him everything he knew.

Jiang Li had also learned a little bit before, but now combined with Pei Xi's guidance, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he was immersed in forging.

She had completely forgotten the original appearance of the scimitar in her mind, and only regarded it as a raw material for weapon refining, and her heart was filled with the appearance she wanted.

She once had the honor to see a Tang Hengdao, and the deft but strong Hengdao had always impressed her and attracted her deeply.

Tang Hengdao is mainly used for combat. It can break armor and has strong combat power. This is her favorite style.

Jiang Li already has a direction in his mind. Since he is refining his own magic weapon, he can just follow his heart!

With light shining in her eyes, she began the long forging process.
Chapter completed!