"Is this my chance?"

Gu Qingqiao, who was walking in front, seemed to feel something in his heart. At this time, he looked back and saw that Mu Xiyuan was thoughtful, and his eyes were heavy, but he didn't know what it meant, and he felt more uneasy in his heart.

The road up the mountain was not long, but after a stick of incense, the four of them came to the sword-forging pool.

It is said to be a "pond", but it is actually a large lake on the top of the mountain. Lingshan towers into the clouds, the top of the mountain is still covered with snow, and the lake is clear, reflecting the surrounding snow-capped mountains and the flowing clouds in the sky, just like there is a world in the water, crystal clear and beautiful.

There is a small platform extending into the lake by the lake, called "Xunqi".

On the Xunqi platform, a person is reaching out into the water, the water waves are rippling, and the reflected clouds are changing.

"Hula", the man suddenly withdrew his hand from the water, holding a hammer in his hand.

Deng Xian recognized Fang Rui from a distance, raised his hand and whistled.

Fang Rui looked up and saw a few people, jumped up happily, and rushed straight to the four with a hammer. Just opened his mouth to shout, but saw Deng Xian and Wen Zirui turn pale in shock. The two swooped forward and covered Fang Rui's mouth from left to right.

"Stupid you!" Although he was standing face to face, Deng Xian voiced to him: "Don't say anything! Name Lingwu!"

Fang Rui just remembered that when he got Lingshan's weapon, he was going to name it right away. The first word spoken at this time was Lingwu's name. Thinking back to just now... this hammer was almost called "Deng Xian".

Fang Rui laughed and broke free from the two of them. Holding the hammer solemnly, he said solemnly: "Chengshan".

With a flash of golden light, the two seal characters "Chengshan" appeared on the hammer handle. Naming is done.

Only then did Deng Xian and Wen Zirui breathe a sigh of relief, and congratulated him with a smile. Wen Zirui asked curiously, "Why a hammer? Isn't your Dragon Tiger Villa good at taming animals? What is a hammer for? Gophers?"

"Fuck your gophers!" Fang Rui punched Wen Zirui on the shoulder, "I'm Qixiu, of course I use a hammer."

Wen Zirui was punched back two steps by him, raised his hand and smiled: "How would I know?"

Fang Rui got Lingwu, and couldn't close his mouth with joy, urged Deng Xian and Wen Zirui to go to the lake, and said to Mu Xiyuan and Gu Qingqiao: "You two are amazing! When I entered the hut, the mountain collapsed. , did you do it? "He looked at Mu Xiyuan up and down when he said that:" At that time, he seemed to see you fall from above. How are you, are you alright?"

Mu Xiyun's heart was warm. This person had only met him once before, but now seeing his smiling face, he was genuinely happy and concerned. For a time, the sadness and anger in the illusion just now were diluted a lot, and he couldn't help but smile. He replied: "It's okay, after a day's rest, it's almost healed."

At this time, Wen Zirui had reached into the water and prayed silently in his heart. A ray of white light escaped from his heart and plunged into the water. The water wave churns up gently, and with a movement of the underwater hand, a slender handle has been grasped.

"What is it? A shovel?" Fang Rui only remembered that Lingwumen was good at prospecting. He expected Wen Zirui to be a mid-level expert, so he couldn't help but approached and asked.

Wen Zirui was amused when she heard this. He questioned Fang Ruidi's hammer just now, but now people come to misunderstand him.

He slowly lifted the handle, the water splashed down his hand, and a whisk appeared in his hand.

"Wu Ming." Wen Zirui smiled and named his Lingwu.

Unsurprisingly, Deng Xian's Lingwu is a sword, named "Qingfeng".

It was Mu Xiyun's turn. He reached into the water, and the cool lake water soaked his hands, taking away all the summer heat from his body. The white light was faint, and he threw it into the water from his heart, which was a trace of his own soul. The immortal arts in the sword-forging pool will integrate this strand of soul into Lingwu, and then send it to his hands.

Watching the changes in the lake, Mu Xiyun remembered that more than fifty years ago, it was also here that he picked up his sword, Daoxin, from the lake. But since his soul left the body, the Dao Heart seems to have been recovered by Lingshan, and he has been summoned many times after his resurrection, but it has not come back.

Underwater Lingwu was formed, and Mu Xiyun had already held a hilt in his hand. Could it be Dao Xin?

The water fell and the sword came out. What Mu Xiyun held in his hand was indeed a sword hilt. The hilt of the white jade polished sword is cool to start with, but it is surprisingly light, the whole body is white and flawless, and a small red plum is carved at the end. The bright red plum blossoms and the snow-white cloud patterns set off each other, making the simple hilt instantly gorgeous.

Mu Xiyun raised her hand, and the sword body slowly surfaced. He moved slightly in his heart and raised his eyebrows.

This sword is much thinner than ordinary swords. The hand has been raised three feet, but the thin sword body has not completely out of the water. With a flick of Mu Xiyun's fortune, the thin sword collapsed in an elegant arc, bouncing upwards with shining water splashes. The surface of the sword was engraved with patterns, which shone brightly in the sun, as if it were filled with stars.

It's a soft sword.

The four people beside them were shocked by the crystal splendor of the soft sword coming out of the water, but when they remembered the rules of naming, they all dared not speak. Fang Rui simply covered his mouth and stared at his big eyes like copper bells, motioning to Mu Xiyun to name him quickly.

Mu Xiyuan caressed the body of the sword lightly, the soft sword swayed like a cloud in the sky, and the hilt was like a plum blossom in spring snow. At this time, it was already westward, and the reddish rays of the sun were shining on the red plum, and the smiling face appeared in my mind inadvertently.

He raised his head and glanced at Gu Qingqiao after Yi Rong, but the other party quietly looked away.

Mu Xiyun sighed in his heart, and spit out a magic trick, white light flashed in his hand, and then covered the hilt of the sword.

"You, you, you..." Fang Rui called out, "Why did you seal the name of the sword? Don't you plan to name it?"

Seeing that Mu Xiyuan was silent, Deng Xian helped to smooth things out: "Brother Fang, don't worry, of course you need to think of a good name for such a good sword. What would you like to name it if you were you?"

Fang Rui glared and shouted: "That's not easy, just call... just call..." He touched his head, hesitated for a long time, and finally conceded: "Oh, really, I have to seal the name of the sword too. "