Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen is Coming

Chapter 81 Blade: I understand Kafka a little bit (together)

The next day,

In the early morning, the sky was still sleeping in a deep blue-black color, with the last glimmer of light twinkling in the stars.

The sky was not yet fully bright, but Zhu Zhuqing had already gotten up early and was busy in the dim room.

Because Blue Silver Emperor went to collect metals and forging materials for the master, the responsibility of taking care of the master naturally fell on Zhu Zhuqing.

She cleaned the entire room carefully, not letting a speck of dust disturb her master's rest.

Next, she had the important task of preparing breakfast for her master. To be honest, as the daughter of the Xing Luo Empire, it was really difficult for her to do such a thing.

Her fingers, which had once touched only strings and delicate silk, were now exposed to the smell of kitchen smoky air.

However, after studying hard for a long time with the almighty Sister Lanyin these days, she prepared some light breakfast for Master Blade.

Although her cooking skills need to be improved, the simple porridge and a few side dishes are the result of her careful cooking.

She felt that she had taken a small step forward, and a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction surged in her heart.

After finishing all this neatly, Zhu Zhuqing did not stop for a moment.

She picked up her wooden sword, walked into the yard, breathed in the cool morning air, and began to familiarize herself with the sword skills she had practiced in the past few days.

Especially the fascinating "Illuminating the Thousand Rivers" taught to her by her master. She swung the wooden sword, and the tip of the sword drew smooth trajectories in the air, trying to tear apart the light of the sky one by one.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were focused and determined, and every time she drew her sword, it was filled with respect for her master and her love for swordsmanship.

The sword whistled, Zhu Zhuqing's clothes fluttered in the wind, and the purple figure looked even more resilient in the morning light.

Now her swordsmanship has not reached the level of her master, but she believes that as long as she works hard, one day she will be able to swing her sword like her master.

and!

Although she now possesses infinite vitality, this unique gift allows her to have an advantage on the road of cultivation that others cannot match, but this cannot be a reason for her to slack off, nor can it be a reason for her not to work hard.

In the world of kendo, every minute and every second is a challenge to one's own limits, and because of the blade, she knows this very well.

The path of swordsmanship is endless, like the vast sea of ​​stars, unfathomable.

She certainly understood that her road ahead was long and arduous. As the saying goes, "The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will search for it up and down." This is exactly what she must abide by in her future kendo practice.

At this moment, in the courtyard illuminated by the morning light, Zhu Zhuqing, who had finished all preparations, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the abundant power surging in her body. That power was like a winding river, surrounding her whole body and nourishing every inch of her bones.

She imitated her master's blade posture and gently stroked the edge of the wooden sword with her palm. A trace of blood slowly flowed out from her palm and soaked into the wooden sword.

This is her way of practicing, using her own blood to merge with the sword and to imprint her mind on the sword.

Suddenly, her aura surged like a volcanic eruption, and the air around her seemed to become restless because of her momentum.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes suddenly opened at this moment, and a light red shadow appeared in her eyes. It was a manifestation of her extremely concentrated power. Her eyes were firm and resolute, as if they could penetrate all obstacles.

boom! !

Suddenly! A deafening explosion sounded, and the power of Zhu Zhuqing's fingertips seemed to merge with the wooden sword, and he slashed out with the sword very naturally.

That sword, carrying all her faith and strength, cut through the sky.

The moment the wooden sword came into contact with the air, it slashed out a shallow sword energy that was nearly the shape of a moon. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart.

But as the explosion sounded, the wooden sword in Zhu Zhuqing's hand was shattered after the sword was swung! ! Wood chips flew everywhere, but her figure remained upright, with unbelievable surprise and understanding flashing in her eyes! !

After the sword was slashed, the blood-red light in Zhu Zhuqing's pupils gradually dissipated, and the corners of her eyes gradually curved into crescents. Her smile was as bright as a flower blooming in spring, and she seemed extremely happy! !
"Successful?"

“It seems like there is a prototype of the moon!”

Seeing the afterimage of the sword she had swung, Zhu Zhuqing felt an incredible surprise in her heart. Her voice began to tremble slightly, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Yes, that's right!"

“Haha! It finally worked!!”

After being stunned for a while, Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't suppress her laughter after she confirmed it. For a moment, her laughter was as sweet as a clear spring, full of a sense of accomplishment and pride.

Although the sword move just now did not completely reach the level of master's magical skills, it at least had some shadows of master's sword moves! Her heart was full of self-affirmation and admiration for her master.

But
This joy is as fleeting as a shooting star
Zhu Zhuqing was happy for less than two seconds before her face fell and she looked regretful!

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's smile had not yet fully blossomed on her face, but it quickly withered like a flower attacked by the cold wind.

The corners of her mouth just raised, but then immediately fell down again, her little face wrinkled into a ball, with a look of regret.

Her eyes widened as she stared blankly at the debris on the ground.
It is true that she had swung the sword, and the sense of accomplishment at that moment made her heart beat faster, but then she found that she had actually broken the sword that her master had carefully forged for her!
Her hand stayed in the air, holding the broken hilt of the sword, and the joy in her heart was instantly replaced by self-blame and panic.

"This, this, this is the sword that my master gave me, woo woo"

For a moment, Zhu Zhuqing's voice choked, and her eyes were filled with sadness and reluctance.

"I'm such a stupid cat! Why can't I control my strength well? Woo woo woo!"

"Is there anyone in the world more stupid than me?"

Her shoulders trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and regret in her heart surged like a tide.

Zhu Zhuqing's mind was in a mess at the moment. At her age, she was simple-minded. The first gift her master gave her was of great significance to her. How could it be ruined by her careless mistake? Her heart was filled with pain and guilt.

This happened too suddenly. Although I learned it, my favorite sword is broken! !

Such a price. Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help
Her eyes could no longer hold the sadness, and tears flowed out like pearls from a broken string.

Her face was covered with tears and dust, making her look a little embarrassed, like a crying kitten whose woolen ball had been stolen.
But she didn't dare cry out loud, for fear of disturbing her master who was resting. She could only sniffle, shed pearl-like tears silently, and pick up the fragments of the wooden sword on the ground.

Her fingers gently swept across each piece of debris, and Zhu Zhuqing felt like she was touching her broken heart. Every touch was a torture to her soul.

Her movements were gentle and careful, as if she were performing a solemn ceremony, trying to redeem the time that could never be repeated.

"Woooooo ...

However, what Zhu Zhuqing didn't know was that at this moment,
Not far behind her, Ren, who had been leaning against the beam of the house like a wooden man, with his hands clasped over his chest in a daze, naturally saw all of this.

Due to the angle of vision, Zhu Zhuqing had not noticed his presence since she came out of the yard. Ren's eyes followed Zhu Zhuqing's figure indifferently. For a moment, he looked at Zhu Zhuqing who was crying and picking up the fragments carefully. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and twitch the corners of his mouth.
Why does having an apprentice feel like raising a daughter? ?
Ren couldn't help but think in his heart that this feeling was both strange and familiar, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.
At this moment, should he go and coax this little apprentice? ?

Ren sighed slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness.
For a moment, he unconsciously thought of a certain baseball bat man, and then he remembered that it was not easy for Kafka to take care of her.
Being a single mother and being both a father and a mother is not easy
In desperation,

Ren gently put down his hands and left the pillar that he was leaning against so closely that he could almost feel the temperature.

His footsteps were steady and silent, as if he was afraid of disturbing Zhu Zhuqing's mood, and he walked to her side step by step.

Compared to empty words of comfort, Basara is better at expressing his meaning through actions.

He didn't say much, just squatted down silently, his expression was as calm as always, without too much fluctuation, but his actions were full of warmth.

Amid a series of emotional changes that Zhu Zhuqing went through, first shock, then disbelief, and then extreme emotion, Ren also began his actions.

He reached out and picked up the pieces of the wooden sword on the ground, piece by piece, carefully, as if he was protecting a precious work of art.

After a while, Ren also realized that the little girl's eyes had never left his face.

He couldn't help but move his lips slightly, his voice was low and magnetic, and he coughed lightly, breaking the silence:
"cough"

"Just a training sword"

The sound of the blade was calm, but it was particularly clear in the quiet of the early morning.

"If it's broken, just rebuild it. No need to cry."

He continued, his tone showing no change of emotion.

"That's right, I'll take this opportunity to teach you forging."

"Blue Silver Emperor should be back soon, and the materials have arrived."

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing stared at her master picking up the sword fragments for her. A warm feeling surged in her heart, making her stand there in a daze for a long time.

Suddenly, her eyes began to turn red, but this time they were no longer tears of sadness, but tears filled with happiness and emotion.

Moreover, she remained stunned for a long time until her master finished speaking, and only then did she come back to her senses from the master's eyes that she felt were full of care and expectation.

Zhu Zhuqing's face quickly turned red, and the blush was like the morning glow of spring, spreading from her cheeks to her ears. Even her cat tail was shaking uncontrollably in this excitement and joy.

"Thank you, Master! Zhu Qing, I am really touched!"

Zhu Zhuqing said excitedly, with a slight tremor in her voice. Her emotions were like a flood that broke through a dam, and she couldn't help but reveal it.

"I don't know how many lifetimes it took for me to have the blessing of meeting you!"

"You didn't even blame me for breaking the sword I.I."

Zhu Zhuqing was so excited that she became incoherent for a moment, and the kitten's heart was filled with gratitude and guilt!

Her awkward posture and shy expression make her look even more charming.

The look in her eyes was filled with endless admiration and dependence on her master Ren San. The emotion was sincere and pure, more like an uncut gem, shining with the most natural light.

edge:"."

Soon, Ren picked up the last piece of debris, stood up, and said slowly:
“I saw this sword.”

“It’s a lot better than yesterday.”

“It’s the first step.”

"What's so strange about that?"

"It only means that this sword is not good enough to be your palm sword."

"In the future, if you want to become a craftsman, you must strive for excellence."

"It's broken, so be it. My hands are not like before. They are wrapped in bandages, so it's hard to make a divine weapon."

Ren's gaze fell on his bandaged hand, and there was a hint of regret in his tone, but also a sense of indifference.

"But if you work hard, you have a chance."

"Get up, this is just the beginning."

When Zhu Zhuqing heard her master's words, she was moved like a tide. She understood very well that her master not only set an example and taught her with practical actions, but also imparted valuable experience and wisdom with words.

With such a master, she felt that she had no regrets in her life. The care she had never had before was like warm sunshine, illuminating her way forward, bringing her infinite possibilities, and imparting to her a power that everyone would envy.
Zhu Zhuqing stood up quickly and nodded vigorously. She gently wiped her red eyes with the back of her hand. The firmness and determination were clearly visible in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes! Master! I will definitely not let you down! Zhu Qing, I will definitely try my best to achieve perfection!!"

"Whether it's swordplay or forging!"

Blade nodded, then turned around and said slowly:
"Come with me, I have cleared the backyard in the early morning."

"I made one."

"Simple Iron Shop"

"For You"

"It should be enough."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened even further, her shock evident in her words.

She thought she had gotten up early enough, but she didn't expect her master to get up even earlier than her.

And he even built a blacksmith shop by hand?!
Such efficiency and strength made her heart skip a beat.

For a moment, the girl's heart was filled with admiration and worship like a surging tide. She didn't even know how much she admired her master Ren.

In her heart, if there really is a god in this world, then her master is undoubtedly the only true god here!!!
She couldn't help but think of the Xingluo Empire where she used to live. There was a city famous for its metal craftsmanship, the Metal City, and the so-called God Craftsman. Now that she knew the ability of the blade, it seemed like a joke to her! !

Those so-called honors and titles seem so pale and powerless in the face of the blade.

The title of the Blacksmith Association seems to be worthless in front of Master Blade!
After all, Blade had never officially made a move, but he had already surpassed those so-called blacksmith masters.
"Yes! Master!"
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(End of this chapter)