"Hey, are there any special effects like this?"

Chu Yan: It’s over…

…

After settling down his master, Xiao Ran sat on the boulder on the edge of the Jianping cliff and studied the newly forged natal sword.

The so-called natal sword is an exclusive spiritual sword that is polished according to its own spiritual power. It is much smoother to use than ordinary ones, at least more convenient than the disciple sword.

Xiao Ran controlled the flying sword, rose up with the sword, and swayed the sword energy, all in one go, very smoothly, as if he could not feel the existence of the sword, just like his own hand.

Surprisingly, Xiao Ran could only use the ten-fold increase in sharpness brought by the perfect sword pattern two or three times, which was the limit.

He tried to resonate with the sword pattern and managed to achieve a fivefold increase.

He tried to resonate with the blade.

The result was the same as the stone tablet, he couldn't resonate with it.

The resonance consciousness cannot penetrate into the inner details of the sword body's material.

The spiritual pattern is perfect, but the power it currently displays is only a few times sharper at most.

The resonance sword technique can be used, but it cannot resonate with the sword itself.

Is this broken sword really above the heaven level?

Xiao Ran always felt that this sword contained greater power.

He can't figure it out yet, so he can only do it slowly.

Theoretically, the natal sword requires more practice and should be worn as much as possible.

Fortunately, although this sword is not eye-catching, it is slender and well-proportioned and looks good hanging on the waist.

When Chu Yan saw Xiao Ran wearing a sword, her face was slightly startled, but she soon returned to indifference.

"An embroidered pillow is worth looking at but useless. It's not as good as my sewing needle."

Xiao Ran frowned slightly.

"You seem to have something in your words."

"I don't."

Chu Yan turned around and left.

…

The days at Zhijianfeng have slowed down.

Xiao Ran practiced swordplay, played cards, massaged his master every day, and occasionally cooked something delicious.

As long as something delicious is cooked, the spring frog and autumn cicada can smell it even against the wind, and find various reasons to hold the sword peak. Today they are short of medicinal materials, they have to learn the sword tomorrow, and they will send elixirs the day after tomorrow...

Xiao Ran's life was quite leisurely.

It feels like you are in a paradise, occasionally forgetting the tragedy of the Dharma-ending world outside.

But only occasionally.

Only caring about the small family and not caring about everyone will not only make you feel uneasy, but also cannot last long.

Only when the world is at peace can he enjoy farming and family happiness with peace of mind.

Xiao Ran sat on the edge of the valley cliff, guarding the wheat and herbs every day, hoping that they would grow up day by day.

Occasionally, the spring frog and autumn cicada sat on his shoulders, one gnawing roasted sweet potatoes and the other gnawing roasted corn.

"In your painting "Horse Breaks the Sky", you, Uncle Master, Master, Chu Yan... you all have roles, why are we not there?"

Xiao Ran explained in a dumbfounded manner.

"Who did you listen to? This story is adapted from a folk tale from my hometown, and the characters have no correspondence with us."

The two girls were stunned for a moment, their calves trembling slightly with anger.

"Your hometown discriminates against non-human beings?"

When it came to racial discrimination, Xiao Ran was so frightened that he quickly changed his words.

"Don't worry, I'll draw you two twin fillies right away. From now on, the horses will break through the sky and the task of protecting the world will be left to you."

The two girls rolled their eyes and suddenly became excited.

"Wow, that's the point, that's the point!"

"Okay, okay, remember not to let the little mare transform again, we transformed in order to live!"

The days passed day by day.

The moonlight is like water, the setting sun is like gold, the wind blows the wheat waves, and the drizzle is like weaving.

Looking forward to, looking forward to.

One night after a heavy rain, the next day, the sun began to shine brightly after the rain.
Chapter completed!