Chapter 126 Starting Over
The four masters were heartbroken and sad to see him, but in fact they were already very comforted in their hearts. The little sword spirit was a kind-hearted baby with a conscience, and it was worth it for them to save him.
Even after talking about the matter, He Cen still couldn't calm down. He covered his red eyes with his hands and felt confused. He thought for a long time but still didn't know what to do next.
"So, when you were forging the sword for me, where were the injuries? Where did you take the bones from?"
Jun Chao answered quickly this time, probably because he had said it all and there was nothing to hide. "Spine."
"Each person took a piece."
He Cen felt as if his heart was stabbed again. The sword is the king of all weapons, and it has the virtues of a gentleman, being tough and upright, so the four masters took the spine, which is the backbone of a person.
Taking this as the meaning of bending in moderation, and combining hardness and flexibility, it is considered to be able to advance and retreat.
He was not a fool, so he naturally knew that the spine was different from other parts of the body. In order to make his sword upright and dignified, even taking the bones was a sign of great respect and respect for him.
The four masters loved him, so they were willing to bend down for him. They were willing to hold He Cen high above them and let him sit on the most powerful sword spirit forever.
How could He Cen not be moved by this?
Seeing him sigh and a little overwhelmed, Jun Chao quickly reached out and touched his head, "It's really okay, it's been a long time, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
"You know my weaknesses now. You must keep them secret and never let outsiders know."
He Cen nodded sadly, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect you well."
"Then have you regressed in realm? Are there any problems with your body now? Is it okay to be missing a piece of bone?"
Wen Qing explained in a gentle voice, "It's not a problem, and it hasn't regressed too much. It's still in the early stages of fusion. You don't have to worry. There are so many spiritual treasures in the world of cultivation. We have replacement regenerative items. Now our cultivation strength has almost recovered."
He Cen was still a little worried, "Is there really no sequelae?"
Several people smiled at him, "No, don't worry, don't you still believe in the strength of the masters?"
He Cen's nose felt sore, and for the first time he was extremely grateful that this was the world of cultivation, where there were all kinds of possibilities to transcend life.
As long as the masters are fine, he will feel relieved, otherwise he will feel sad for a long time.
The process of recasting the sword is definitely much more difficult than Jun Chao and others said, but no one wanted to make He Cen worry, so they basically just brushed it off.
Originally, Xiao Hei was unwilling to let the four people touch him, but after being integrated into the blood of the four people, he became a lot closer.
Just like He Cen, he will rely on a few masters to act coquettishly.
It is soft iron in itself, and now it will curl up its sword body and wrap around the four people. Jun Chao even laughed at it that time, "It's really the same as Hehe, worthy of being your original body."
He Cen laughed, "That means I like you~ Doesn't that mean I like to stick to you? My original body is the same."
He had to start practicing again from the beginning. Right now, he was just at the stage of drawing Qi into the body.
It was very dangerous to travel outside with such a level of cultivation. In addition, the four masters had worked hard for him and had accumulated a lot of hidden injuries, so they stayed in this place and cultivated for another seven or eight years.
He Cen's sword has now become one with him. As a sword spirit, if he can grow, his sword can naturally grow as well.
With every improvement he made over the years and the training he received from his masters, his sword became more and more gorgeous. After eight years, He Cen's body was no longer pitch black.
The original form of his magic sword is somewhat different from the Guichuan Sword, because the process of reshaping was interrupted and the bones and blood of several masters in the fusion stage were added, so the whole body is clearly black and white, with fluorescent gray and deep red blood intertwined.
This sword seems to have a more murderous aura, which does not seem to match He Cen's exquisite and beautiful appearance.
But Hecen really likes this appearance of the original.
The sword has now been fully tempered, the snow-white blade is matched with glowing gray spiritual patterns, the hilt is glowing like transparent colored glaze, the gray, white, black and lingering blood color outline the sky and water as one, and Cang Sheng is singing.
It has become a very beautiful sword, and He Cen is full of joy every day.
It is also very satisfying.
He was happy, and naturally the masters were also happy.
After eight years of hard training, He Cen really had to start all over again. With such a lively and active personality, it was difficult for him to stay in this small place for such a long time.
In fact, it is more difficult to cultivate a sword spirit than a human physique. The original sword spirits were powerful because they lived a long time. A person who has been idle for tens of thousands of years must be very powerful.
It’s no use now. I have to start from the beginning again.
But He Cen was really a bit of a lucky guy. He had always been far ahead of everyone else, so he didn't have much sense of crisis.
Now I have to chase other people again, and the energy has started to rise.
It was enough for the four people in Jun Dynasty to practice for six hours a day, but he wanted to practice hard for eight or ten hours.
He didn't have the experience of physical training and sword practice since he was a child, but he has made up for it now. Sometimes, seeing him sweating profusely from exhaustion, Jun Chao and the others felt sorry for him, but cultivation is like this. No strong person in the world becomes successful overnight.
The snares on Hecen's hands kept forming layer after layer, and blisters formed and continued to be worn out, and this cycle repeated over and over again for several years.
Bei Qi often sighed. When he was sparring with him that day, he asked with a smile, "You said that you are so delicate on weekdays and you would cry out when you get bumped. But no matter how hard and tiring the training is, you can persist. You don't say a word even when you get beaten."
He Cen held onto the sword and gasped, "Can it be the same?"
"It's fun to be hypocritical on weekdays, but it's spineless to beg for mercy during a fight."
"Besides, how dare I slack off in my training? If I can't become the strongest, what if I go out and fight with others and hurt you?"
Bei Qi was slightly stunned, "Baby, you are still thinking about me."
He Cen gave him a reproachful look, "How can I not worry about you? If anything happens to the four of you, I will have to take care of you in your old age~"
As he was talking, he started laughing. He was such a bright and cheerful boy, and his smile was always moving enough.
Bei Qi also laughed, "It's about time. My thousand-year catastrophe is about to end. You have just entered the Golden Core Stage, and your realm is not very stable yet. Do you still want to stay here for a while longer?"
He Cen shook his head, "Didn't we agree on this two days ago? I will accompany you back to the Fox Tribe Holy Land first."
"I haven't been back to check on the place for a long time. I don't know what news is circulating outside right now. I don't know if it's a mess."
"You guys probably have a lot of things to deal with. It's a waste of time to stay here. I just want to go out and get some fresh air and relax."
Practicing hard all the time is indeed depressing.
The four masters are all at the top of the cultivation world. Faced with such powerful trials every day, if He Cen did not have a good attitude, he would have felt inferior and pitiful under the dazzling light of these four people.
Beiqi's matter was the most important and could not be delayed, so the three men discussed it and began to fight over who would take Hecen away.
Little Sword Spirit: ???
The scene was familiar. "No, why are you fighting over me? It's the same for everyone else!"