"A heavy sword weighing more than a hundred kilograms, Ye'er, can you use it?" Ouyang Dongli looked at the thin Li Ye with some worry.

Upon hearing this, the master waved his hand and said: "My apprentice has understood the meaning of swordsmanship in the past two years. He has been tempering his body since he was five years old. This weight is not a problem for him."

"My disciple once used a stone sword on Tianshan Mountain. It weighed seventy or eighty kilograms, but it was accidentally damaged during practice."

Li Ye did not tell Ouyang Dongli about the Sword in the Stone. In his opinion, he planned to give the Ruoshui Sword to the young lady because he wanted more people to know.

Ouyang Dongli looked stunned and said, "Interesting."

Li Ye asked: "Master, do you believe it?"

Ouyang Dongli smiled and said, "Of course I believe you."

Li Ye said: "It's a pity that it was damaged in the flash flood not long after it was used."

Ouyang Dongli shook his head and said, "Everything is determined."

Li Ye said: "If I could cast a natal sword, I would definitely not let it be damaged."

Ouyang Dongli thought for a while and said: "There is no sword in the world that is not damaged, at least not in the five realms."

Li Ye was stunned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then I will put more effort into casting it and try not to damage it."

"Everyone's circumstances are different. Maybe when this sword is in your hands, it will transform from an ordinary heavy sword into a stunning sword. The so-called miracles are all created by the world."

The gentleman looked at Li Ye and said softly.

Ouyang Dongli couldn't help but feel sad when he saw Li Ye's serious look.

He smiled and replied: "A sword that has just been forged has no spirituality. Only by constantly tempering it with its owner, there may be a chance of spirituality. Only a sword with spirituality can be called a spiritual sword."

"So that's it?" Upon hearing this, Li Ye replied softly, with a look of anticipation on his face.

"At least the Divine Sword is a legendary thing. I have never seen it in my life. I hope that one day I can forge one with my own hands."

Ouyang Dongli looked at the two of them with a calm look, as if he had seen the warmth and coldness of the world and was no longer moved by worldly things.

"Forging swords is like practicing cultivation. It also pays attention to the right time, place, and people. It is something that cannot be rushed. Just let it happen. Maybe when you can cast a magic sword, you will want to cast another fairy sword...

.”

The gentleman knocked lightly on the pine tabletop and smiled faintly.

Ouyang Dongli thought for a while, then nodded and said: "There is no end to practice, and the same principle applies to sword making."

He was once the brightest figure in the younger generation of the Five Realms. His cultivation level was comparable to that of Mr. He was the legend who was most likely to break through the void and ascend to the throne. He was also the unique master swordsmith.

However, after he became obsessed with sword-making, he became too obsessed with the art of forging and delayed his practice, which resulted in him falling behind his master in terms of realm.

But he is still worthy of being proud of Master Huanghuang, one of the only remaining legends in the Five Realms.

Li Ye waited for this heavy sword for several years, from Tianshan to Fangcun Mountain.

Although he already had the Ruoshui Sword, after understanding the meaning of the Ruoshui Sword, and under the guidance of his husband, he was looking forward to owning an epee of his own one day.

The swordsmith in front of him was actually willing to accept him as his apprentice and teach him the skills of swordsmithing. This really shocked him. He thought that even if it took ten or eight years to build this heavy sword.

When you have reached perfection in your "Phaseless Dharmakaya" practice, you can return to Fengyun City with this heavy sword you made yourself...

He originally wanted to meet the legendary swordsmith with his husband, but he never thought that he might become a swordsmith one day.

If that was the case, there was no need to give his Ruoshui sword to the young lady. He decided to forge another sword to give to the young lady on Phoenix Mountain when he was making a sword for himself.

At least Mu Mu, she doesn't have to worry about it, because she already has a sword that is comparable to a divine weapon.

"I'm looking forward to it." Li Ye raised his head and looked at his husband and Ouyang Dongli.

"Look, your new precious apprentice can't wait to learn how to make swords from you. As a teacher, I'm a little envious. I thought you would refuse to help me make a sword if I asked you to help me..

....”

The gentleman looked at Ouyang Dongli and said jokingly.

Ouyang Dongli's reaction was not as big as that of Mr. Ouyang Dongli. He looked at Li Ye in front of him and showed a strange smile.

Calmly said: "Don't worry, if you want to make a sword, you must first learn to make a kitchen knife yourself."

Li Ye was stunned, lowered his head and asked: "What is the inevitable connection between swords and kitchen knives?"

The teacher looked at Li Ye and couldn't help but interjected: "If you want to practice swordsmanship, you must first practice the most basic sword lifting. You should understand now, right?"

Li Ye and Ouyang Dongli looked up at the same time, looking at the gentleman who was holding a cup and drinking hot tea one sip at a time, and then nodded at the same time.

They all felt that even the simplest words coming out of Mr.'s mouth contained some profound truths.

And Li Ye felt that his husband was playing Zen with him all the time.

Li Ye looked at Ouyang Dongli and continued to ask: "Master, when can I learn the technique of making a kitchen knife from you? I am not afraid of trouble or hard work."

"Even though I can't use my swordsmanship better now, I'm still looking forward to my own epee."

Li Ye said quietly.

Ouyang Dongli held the tea cup, looked at him and said seriously: "Come back in a few days, I will go to the Buddhist capital tomorrow. From now on, you will practice in Prajna Temple for twenty days every month, and at my place for ten days."

"

"You tell Monk Minghui and tell him that I asked you to tell him."

Li Ye frowned slightly and said softly: "Master Minghui is my senior brother."

Ouyang Dongli was stunned after hearing this, and shook his head desperately, looking as if he was in disbelief.

While drinking tea, he asked: "How old are you? How can Monk Minghui be your senior brother? At least you should call him uncle or master."

When the teacher heard this, he said with a smile: "I once shocked him, and our disciple is indeed the junior disciple of Master Minghui."

He looked down at the tea leaves standing upright in the cup in front of him, thinking about how to explain his relationship with Master Minghui to Ouyang Dongli.

Just as he was about to speak, he unexpectedly continued: "Fo Kong pays attention to karma, and Ye'er has a very deep karma with Prajna Temple...otherwise Master Minghui would not have recognized him as his junior disciple. This is practicing Buddhism."

The beauty of it.”

The gentleman solved Ouyang Dongli's confusion in just a few words, which made Li Ye feel at ease.

I want to tell myself that the horror has to start from the time I went to Tianshan Mountain.

To tell you the details, it will probably take an hour or two.

"Am I not a generation higher than the old monk Minghui? Before that, I had to call him master!"

Ouyang Dongli laughed, with a proud look on his face.

The teacher looked at him, frowned slightly, and said, "I still call him Master Minghui now. What do you mean, I have to call you Master?"

Seeing his proud look, he asked in a low voice.

"Forget it." Ouyang Dongli thought for a while and replied unwillingly: "It's not good to take advantage of that old monk. Let's do our own thing to prevent him from scolding us for being too concerned about gains and losses."

Although he said this, he was still happy in his heart.

His new disciple is actually the junior disciple of Master Minghui of Prajna Temple, so he can't keep a low profile even if he wants to.

The husband couldn't help but sigh, thinking that if Master Minghui wasn't compassionate, how could he accept Li Ye as his junior brother?

It seems that people in the secular world really care about the so-called status, and the desire for gain and loss is everywhere.

The fire on the table shone on Li Ye's young face, and there was a firelight shining in his dark eyes.

The teacher quietly looked at his most proud disciple beside him, without saying anything aloud, but with a smile of approval on his face.

In the small pine wood room, three of the best people in the five realms sat quietly.

One has attained the Dao and broken through the emptiness, one is about to attain the Dao and ascend, and the other is on the way to enter the Dao.

The three of them quietly enjoyed this moment of tranquility, each holding a cup of hot tea and sipping gently, feeling the mysterious power that the other gave them.

It seems that they have long forgotten the issues the three of them were discussing at this time, as if the so-called practice is no longer important.

To use the words of an old monk from the Great Buddha Temple: The moment is: having tea when you have tea.

After drinking all the tea in the cup, Li Ye raised his head and glanced at his husband, who smiled knowingly.

He turned to Ouyang Dongli and said: "There are many disturbances today, let's leave first, and let Ye'er go up the mountain to find you next time... I have fulfilled my responsibility as a leader."

"When you and I met, our friendship between gentlemen has always been as light as water, but today you have found a satisfactory disciple for me. When I come back from the Buddhist capital, I will definitely have a few drinks with you."

Ouyang Dongli was in a good mood. He looked at his husband and rubbed his hands gently.

The gentleman smiled slightly and said: "I live in a small bluestone courtyard in the back mountain of Xuantian Temple. You are welcome to come over at any time. Although there is no delicious food, there is still coarse tea and light wine."

"It's settled. When I come back from the Buddhist capital, I will go to Xuantian Temple to meet you for a drink."

Ouyang Dongli asked Mr. Ouyang to speak excitedly, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Li Ye followed his husband out, and Ouyang Dongli stood up to see off the guests.

Looking at the main hall of Xuantian Temple, Li Ye couldn't help but asked weakly: "Master Ouyang, there is only one wooden house here, where will you sleep at night?"

The gentleman was startled and looked at Li Ye's curious expression without saying anything.

Ouyang Dongli was also startled for a moment, then laughed and said, "Don't say it yet, won't you know when you come next time?"

After finishing, he waved his hands and continued: "Master and apprentice, please leave quickly. I still have some work to do, so we can take you down the mountain together tomorrow..."

The gentleman looked at him, shook his head, and said, "This guest hasn't left yet, but the master is getting impatient."

Ouyang Dongli smiled and said: "In my eyes, you are not a guest. My disciple is even less so."

Li Ye was stunned, bent down and cupped his hands with him, and said: "Master, take care, disciple, let's go first."

The gentleman shook his head, waved his sleeves, turned around and walked down the mountain without even saying hello to Ouyang Dongli.

Ouyang Dongli didn't care, and just yelled: "Prepare more wine, I haven't had any in many days."

The husband did not look back, but walked down the mountain faster.

Li Ye followed behind and said, "Sir, please slow down and wait for me."

Melted snow dripped down from the cedars on the mountain path. Li Ye slipped and almost fell.

I couldn't help shouting: "Sir, the road is slippery, be careful of falling."
Chapter completed!