There is a pot of tea brewing on the table, three teacups on the tea tray, and several steaming sweet potatoes on the saucer.

There is a simple bookshelf behind the table, with books neatly placed on the shelf, but there is no stove for making swords or a sword hanging on the wall.

If his husband hadn't told him that the master swordsmith lived here, the young man would have thought that he was in the wrong place.

"Sit down and drink tea." The gentleman looked at the confused boy.

He smiled and said: "This is Master Ouyang Dongli, the best swordsmith in the five regions."

Ouyang Dongli, who was dressed in coarse cloth and had short hair, looked at the young man with a smile, pointed to the stool in front of him, and motioned for the young man to sit down.

After hearing the introduction from his husband, the young man quickly stepped forward, bowed and saluted, "This junior has met Master Ouyang."

Ouyang Dongli waved his hand and said: "Your husband and I are family friends. Please be more casual when coming over from now on, otherwise you and I will not feel comfortable."

After saying that, he picked up the pot and poured him a cup of hot tea, and said with a smile: "It's cold in spring, so drink a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

The young man picked up the hot tea from the table with both hands and thanked him again.

The gentleman looked at Ouyang Dongli and said seriously: "My apprentice has been practicing swordsmanship with me for several years. Now he is practicing Buddhism in Prajna Temple, and his swordsmanship is considered to be proficient. This time I am asking you to help him cast one."

Heavy sword."

When Ouyang Dongli heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "How much does the epee weigh? What material is it made of?"

When the young man saw Ouyang Dongli's appearance, he couldn't help but feel nervous, and the hand holding the cup shook a little.

The gentleman looked at the young man's appearance, shook his head slightly, took out the black iron armor worn by the young man and put it on the table.

He said calmly: "It doesn't weigh too much, so just melt this armor and make a sword."

"You want to forge a natal sword for him? This black iron armor is considered a treasure in the Five Realms. Wouldn't it be a pity to melt it?"

Ouyang Dongli picked up the armor from the table and studied it carefully.

"I'm just a disciple. No matter how good something is, it is a treasure only if it is used. Otherwise, it is a dead object."

The gentleman smiled nonchalantly, pointed to the teacup on the table and said: "Like this tea, no matter how delicious the tea is, it can only be considered worthwhile if it is given to people who understand it. Otherwise, what is the difference with drinking water?"

"It's well said that the principle of spiritual practice is to make the best use of people's talents and make the best use of materials. I'm not as clear-eyed as you sir."

Ouyang Dongli gently put down his armor, looked at the young man and asked, "Little guy, what Buddhist practices have you practiced in Prajna Temple?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, glanced at the teacher, and thought for a moment before replying: "Back to the master, this junior is just sweeping the gate of Prajna Temple, and has not practiced Buddhism yet..."

When Ouyang Dongli heard this, he looked at his teacher for confirmation as if he didn't believe it. The teacher looked at his strange appearance and nodded with a smile, indicating that his disciple was telling the truth.

Ouyang Dongli was stunned for a long time and then said: "You masters and disciples have traveled thousands of miles just to sweep the floor of Prajna Temple?"

When the husband heard this, he looked at him as if nothing had happened and said, "Yes, and no."

Ouyang Dongli didn't understand what he meant and asked, "Why do you mean it?"

The young man looked at his husband, crossed his hands with him and said, "Yes, it's the junior who is really sweeping the floor in the temple. If you don't believe it, master, you can just ask a monk in the temple to find out the truth. No, it's the junior, I'm afraid I have to do it in Prajna."

If you stay in a monastery for ten or eight years, you can sweep the floors all the time, and you can also practice Buddhism."

The husband looked at the young man and nodded with satisfaction.

When Ouyang Dongli heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.

He said softly: "I have been practicing on this mountain for decades before I understand this truth. I didn't expect that you already understand this at such a young age... It turns out that the Buddhist saying of cutting wood and eating is all practice. See

It makes sense to come.”

"The old master monk told me: There is a sequence of learning the Tao, but there is no fixed time to enter the Tao. Master, don't care too much about these gains and losses."

The young man looked at him and said seriously.

The teacher looked at the conversation between the two, smiled and nodded, and said: "My apprentice, sweeping the floor is a spiritual practice. Doesn't it mean that forging iron is not a spiritual practice? Sweeping the floor can cultivate the mind, just as forging a sword and striking iron can cultivate the mind."

"Sir, you are right. Sweeping floors and forging iron is not a matter of spiritual practice. It turns out that I am too persistent. It seems that I took advantage of your master and apprentice's visit this year."

Ouyang Dongli patted the table, feeling very good.

"If that's the case, then why do you start casting heavy swords for my disciple?"

The gentleman struck while the iron was hot and kept asking questions along the way.

Ouyang Dongli looked at his husband, thought for a moment, and then shook his head gently.

He smiled faintly and said: "Originally, when I looked at this black iron, I couldn't help but want to forge another good sword, but now I have changed my mind. Let the little guy forge this sword by himself."

The young man was stunned, looked at him blankly and said: "Master, can I do it?"

Ouyang Dongli looked at him and laughed.

.......

The morning light grew brighter and the thunder roared, and Li Xiuyuan slowly opened his eyes.

He murmured to himself: "So what Yu'er said is true. I also have a sword-making master...I actually forged this heavy sword myself?!"

Quietly, Li Xiuyuan took out the sword box, took the Shura Sword in his hand and stroked it gently.

He murmured: "It turns out that your name was not Shura when you first started, but Prajna. From the beginning to the end, you have been by my side. It turns out that you were made by my own hands..."

Ever since his master Long Qingfeng repaired the space ring and took out the heavy sword for him, Li Xiuyuan kept thinking about the origin of the heavy sword.

Just because the heavy sword under his tentacle gave him a familiar feeling, holding it in his hand was like using his fingers. It turned out that this sword was his own. No wonder Nangong Ruyu always called him master.

No wonder Dongfang Yu'er was surprised when she saw him for the first time, no wonder Nangong Xuanyuan called him National Master...

Is it possible that he really ascended to the Shura Heaven Realm?

Is it possible that during the process of ascension, I became rejuvenated?

Now that he has found the Phoenix Spirit, the day is not far away when he will reveal all these secrets.

If everything is true, people will at least have one thing worth gratifying.

That is, he had already met his mother, sister and mistress in Tianxiang City. At least he knew that they had left the heaven where they originally lived and ascended to the foot of Mount Sumeru.

Just like what he said in Tianxiang City, the road to cultivation is long and it will take hundreds of years before he can return to the Nine Heavens to reunite with his relatives.

It's just that this long road of spiritual practice has been tortuous and difficult for him.

I believe that in the entire Shura Realm, there is no one like him who has gone through the catastrophe of life and death with no return. Even when he came to the Shura Realm, his muscles and veins were broken and he was unable to practice. Even Taoist priests were unable to do anything.

It was still early, so he was not in a hurry to go to the lake to catch the thunder, but instead made a fire to boil water and make porridge.

He had to cook a pot of meat porridge until he was full before he had the strength to go to Tianlei Lake to temper his body.

Listening to the rumbling sound above my head, I wondered if the four people were safe and sound yesterday? Or did they exit Lei Lake early?

Listening to the thunder in silence and looking at the boiling tea on the fire, Li Xiuyuan wondered whether today would be as miserable as yesterday.

Because he didn't know if the divine thunder here would get stronger when it gets stronger. If that was the case, even if his physical body was sublimated last night, it would still be no match for these divine thunder in the sky.

Before he could finish the meat porridge in the pot, a steady spring rain began to fall from the sky. It seemed that today would be another difficult day.

Yesterday, he was so busy that he forgot that he had transformed into an epee and wanted to learn the swordsmanship of reincarnation.

Today, no matter what, I have to cheer up and try to understand the reincarnation sword technique that has been practiced to the extreme while drawing the thunder into the body.

After eating porridge and drinking two cups of tea, he was not in a hurry to go to Tianlei Lake.

Instead, he stood in the rain and practiced his sword for an hour, using the sharp sword he learned in Tianfeng Gorge to slash out. Practice makes perfect, and the sword technique he had just learned recently required him to practice hard all the time.

It wasn't until half past time that he put away the Shura Sword and slowly walked towards Tianlei Lake.

Before stepping into the lake, I heard bursts of thunder from the lake opposite. When I looked out with my consciousness, I saw the four Xiuzhus standing in different places, using thunder to temper their bodies.

The two men had been beaten to pieces and were lying in the lake. Even Xiuzhu's female companion was fainting and covered in blood.

"What a desperate effort!" Li Xiuyuan shook his head, thinking that these four guys were probably stimulated by a few guys from Tianxiang Academy.

They are both practitioners in the upper realm, but their realms are so different.

After much deliberation, I can only practice hard.

Meng Changsheng already has a place to live here, so naturally he doesn't want to cross the lake to meet the four of them. It is his habit to practice alone, not to mention that he still has to find a passage to the Forgotten River.

"Boom!" A loud noise!

Without any reason, a divine thunder struck him, hitting Li Xiuyuan as he stepped into Tianlei Lake and causing him to lie down in the lake. The current situation was no different from the two men on the opposite side of the lake.

Li Xiuyuan, who was in the lake, did not get up immediately. Instead, he lay down in the lake and quietly felt the power of thunder and lightning rushing around in his body, and thought of the move to hide the dragon in the abyss!

Compare this lake to an abyss, and you are the hidden dragon about to rise into the sky!

I have accumulated thousands of years of cultivation just to be suddenly imprisoned by the abyss at this moment, and from then on fly to the sky, no longer bound by this abyss!

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan turned his body into a sword, circulated the fairy spirit energy in his Dantian, condensed the power of the divine dragon's four turns to the extreme, turned his fingers into a sword, and made a shocking sword strike like a divine dragon!

Hidden dragon in the abyss!

I saw a peerless sword energy carrying a lake water, turning into a water dragon, slashing towards the thunder clouds above my head!

"Boom!" A sound!

A divine thunder struck down in the sky, and faced the water dragon rising up into the wind. The water dragon waved its claws to fight against the struck divine thunder, and the divine thunder disappeared.

The water dragon that was struck by the divine thunder and scattered all over the sky turned into a phoenix with spread wings, and slowly fell on Li Xiuyuan's head.
To be continued...