"Brother Dafang, what are you doing?" Liu Hongye asked Fang Jian while squatting on the ground and gnawing on a cooked pork rib in his hand.

Fang Jian looked up at the pork ribs in his hand. There was no meat on them anymore, only a few strands of meat and white tendons, but Liu Hongye was chewing on them with relish.

Fang Jian held a long bamboo in his left hand and a bamboo knife in his right hand, and was cutting the bamboo bit by bit.

"I'm making a sword case." Fang Jian said.

"Sword box?" Liu Hongye paused after hearing this, then immediately became interested, "Brother Dafang, do you have a sword?"

"Yes." Fang Jian nodded and said, "When you go out, of course you need a sword to protect yourself."

Liu Hongye's eyes lit up and he asked, "Where is the sword? Why can't I see it? You didn't bring a sword when you first came?"

Fang Jian smiled slightly and said, "I hid the sword when I came here, and now it's inside the house."

"I want to see!" The pork ribs in Liu Hongye's hand suddenly lost their fragrance. He jumped up and said, "Brother Dafang, I want to see your sword."

Fang Jian said, "Okay, I'll get it later."

As he spoke, Fang Jian put down the bamboo and bamboo sword in his hand, turned and went into the house, took out the Taiyi Jinguan Sword from the Niwan Palace, removed the divine light on its surface, and walked out with it in his hand.

"Wow!" Liu Hongye rushed up and looked at the Taiyi Golden Light Sword in Fang Jian's hand with shock in his eyes.

Although the Taiyi Golden Light Sword's divine light had been restrained by Fang Jian, as a mid-grade Taiyi Golden Immortal magic weapon, its own aura was also extremely extraordinary.

"What a great sword!" Liu Hongye exclaimed, "Brother Dafang, this is truly a great sword!"

"..." Fang Jian's face darkened and he said, "Children should speak clearly."

"?" Liu Hongye looked at Fang Jian blankly, "What's wrong, Brother Fang? Did I say something wrong? This is indeed a good sword!"

Fang Jian finally understood what it meant to let children speak without restraint. Perhaps it was because adults' thoughts were too complicated, and a simple word from a child might have many different meanings to an adult.

"You're not wrong..." Fang Jian said after a while.

Liu Hongye bent down and took a closer look at the Taiyi Golden Light Sword in Fang Jian's hand. The more he looked at it, the more handsome it seemed to him, and the more he liked it.

"Can I play with it?" Liu Hongye raised his head and asked Fang Jian with hope on his face.

Fang Jian smiled faintly, walked to the previous position, sat down on a smooth and round stone, then threw the Taiyi Golden Light Sword upside down.

With a "hiss" sound, the Taiyi Golden Light Sword instantly sank more than two feet into the ground. "Take it and play with it." Fang Jian pointed at the Taiyi Golden Light Sword that was inserted into the ground and said to Liu Hongye.

Upon hearing this, Liu Hongye immediately walked forward excitedly, came to the Taiyi Jinguan Sword, stretched out his hands and grasped the hilt.

Fang Jian's mind turned, and all the power of the Taiyi Golden Light Sword was instantly restrained. Otherwise, just a ray of sword energy emanating from the Taiyi Golden Light Sword would have destroyed Liu Hongye's body and soul.

Liu Hongye grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it up, but the sword did not move at all.

"Ah!" Liu Hongye yelled, and tried his best to draw his sword, but his face flushed red, and his feet had slid into two deep grooves in the mud under his feet, but the Taiyi Jinguang Sword remained motionless.

"I..." Finally, Liu Hongye stopped, squatted on the ground and took a few deep breaths, then said: "I... I can't pull it out."

Fang Jian laughed and said, "If you can't pull it out, then there's nothing we can do. It seems like you can't play with this sword anymore."

Liu Hongye stared at the Taiyi Golden Light Sword for a while, then turned around and ran, and soon ran into Daliushan.

Not long after, Liu Hongye came running over with a group of children.

Fang Jian continued to carve the scabbard with the bamboo, while Liu Hongye and his friends circled around the Taiyi Jinguan Sword. Everyone tried to pull it out, but they just couldn't.

Now, several days have passed since Liu Yuanxing's funeral. Jiang Lan and his wife have not returned from retrieving his body. Fang Jian is making a bamboo sword sheath for himself while waiting for the next opportunity to appear.

There has to be a right time to inspect the underworld. You can't kill someone just for the sake of inspection, right?

Time flies on earth and the universe seems so vast. In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

Fang Jian sat cross-legged in the room, with a ball of fairy light floating in front of his eyes.

The ball of fairy light wrapped around a bamboo sheath more than two feet long. This was the sheath Fang Jian made for the Taiyi Jinguan Sword.

What he had to do now was to use his magic power to refine it into a scabbard that could accommodate the Taiyi Jin Guang Sword.

Ordinary bamboo cannot be used. Even one ten-thousandth of the power of the Taiyi Golden Light Sword is not something that an ordinary bamboo can withstand.

Therefore, Fang Jian used the power of "Xiantian Zhengfa Hunlei Baojuan" and "Zichen Leiling Baoshu" to refine and nourish this ordinary bamboo, so that it can at least withstand the ordinary power of Taiyi Jinguang Sword. As for the scabbard, Fang Jian did not need it to have any strong power.

Three days passed like this, and the scabbard was finally refined. Fang Jian withdrew the fairy light, and the emerald green bamboo scabbard immediately turned into a ray of spiritual light and flew into Fang Jian's hand.

Fang Jian looked at the scabbard in his hand, which was shining with a turquoise spiritual light. He was very satisfied with the first magic weapon he had refined personally. "Although it is only a Yangshen-level magic weapon, it is more than enough as a scabbard."

'chant'

As Fang Jian finished speaking, the Taiyi Golden Light Sword had already flown into the scabbard.

"What should I name it?" Fang Jian looked at the scabbard in his hand, his face lost in thought.

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