When Gu Qingze returned to the house, he found that his two senior brothers were not there.
Gu Qingze sighed helplessly, returned to his room, and carefully wiped the sword again.
The relevant books he had read said that one must drip one's own blood on the sword before recognizing the master.
So, Gu Qingze took out a needle and pricked his fingertips, letting the blood from his fingertips drip onto the sword.
"Huh? Why is there no response?"
He repeatedly observed both sides of the sword. Why was it still like this?!
Could this sword actually be just a low-level, ordinary sword?! Could it be that I really made a mistake in my appraisal...
Gu Qingze was thinking anxiously, and his hair became frizzy.
Oh right, I haven’t injected spiritual power yet!
So he quickly injected his deep blue spiritual power into the sword, and in less than a moment its original appearance appeared.
It was a dark blue sword, its blade gleaming with a deep light, its blade so sharp it seemed it could easily cut through the air. A dazzling gem was inlaid on the hilt, emitting a mysterious glow.
Gu Qingze finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought his treasure appraisal skills had declined...
He picked up the sword, swung it gently a few times, feeling the weight and balance of the sword in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Next it's time to give you a name."
Gu Qingze was a little troubled for a moment, as this was the first time he named a sword.
The sword I used to use often was just called the sword, it didn't even have a name...
Thinking about it this way, that sword is so pitiful...
No, I can't favor one over the other. Why don't I give each sword a name that belongs to it today?
Wait a minute, doesn’t this increase the workload of naming?
Despite this, Gu Qingze still thought about it seriously.
Books say that swords are alive, and each sword has its own personality and soul. A suitable name can not only reflect the characteristics of the sword, but also give it more meaning.
He gazed silently at the sword in his hand, as if he could sense its soul. The blade's edge gleamed with a cold light, radiant and dazzling like a star. The hilt, intricately engraved with patterns, felt comfortable and non-slip. He gently stroked the hilt, feeling the delicate touch, almost hearing the sword's low hum in his hand.
He fell into deep thought, name after name popping up in his mind, but none of them seemed suitable.
He hoped that the name would reflect the uniqueness of the sword and make it recognizable at a glance.
Suddenly, he remembered his pursuit of swordsmanship - to use the heart as sword and the sword as the heart. An inspiration flashed in his mind.
"Let's call you 'Qingxin'."
Gu Qingze blurted out.
Qingxin, this name is simple yet rich in connotation. It represents his pursuit of kendo and his expectations for the sword. He hopes that the sword can accompany him through every challenge and difficulty.
He carved the words "pure heart" on the hilt of the sword, then gently stroked the blade, as if he could feel its joy.
"As for my dear 'sword', I'll call you the Purple Sword."
Gu Qingze smiled as he looked at his sword, which he also had his name engraved on the hilt, and touched it gently.
The sword was named this way because of the mysterious purple light in the sword. After he came to Qingyun Sect, he specifically asked Senior Brother Lu and learned that the name of this purple light was "Purple Aurora". Now that this light is in the sword, let's call this sword "Purple Aurora Sword".
"The rest of the battle is up to you guys."
Gu Qingze held the two swords in his arms and spoke softly.
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