After sensing that the molten iron in the wooden box had completely solidified, Hong Kang nodded.

Said: "Qingyang, you can take the sword."

Pang Qingyang was slightly agitated and used Qing Gong, and his body was lifted up in an instant.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on the top of the wooden box, and the sharp and thin sword energy emerged spontaneously.

"Chi Kaka......!"

Countless splinters of wood flew around, from top to bottom, gradually revealing the hilt, sword grid, and sword body...

In less than two breaths, the entire wooden box turned into little sawdust under Pang Qingyang's palm.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Pang Qingyang turned around and held the sword straight.

"Buzz...keng...!"

The sword has no scabbard, but when the blade cuts through the air, there is naturally a clear sound.

As soon as he got it, Pang Qingyang felt many differences.

First of all, the weight is a lot heavier.

As soon as Pang Qingyang got it, he weighed it, which was twelve kilograms and nine taels and six dollars.

This kind of weight is more than twice as heavy as her original [Three Feet of Water]. Pang Qingyang's physique is slowly improving under the wash of the vitality of heaven and earth. This weight has no effect on her swordsmanship.

She looked at the sword in her hand inch by inch with her wonderful eyes.

Because it is cast from molten iron, the hilt and blade are integrated into one piece without any gaps.

Due to the fusion of two kinds of iron materials, the entire sword is four feet long. Of course, due to the habit of wielding the sword, the blade is still three feet three inches, and the hilt and other parts are about seven inches.

The sword body is as smooth as a mirror, with no patterns, but the color now reflects a cold white color unique to metal.

Looking closely, it seems to have a cold meaning.

Moreover, Pang Qingyang could sense that the sword in his hand seemed to be breathing, like a living creature, but when he sensed it again, it seemed to be an illusion.

But Pang Qingyang's sword heart was clear, and she felt certain that what she just experienced was not an illusion.

She could sense a vague and inexplicable connection between herself and this sword.

Elder Jin and Elder Huo came forward and glanced at the sword with their eyes wide.

"Little girl, come here, show me."

Pang Qingyang handed it over flatly, and Elder Huo took it with both hands, sinking slightly.

"Wow, it's a bit heavy!"

"Lao Jin, what do you think of this sword?"

Elder Jin examined the sword in a strange way and said after a moment,

"Well... the aura is quite well preserved. If there are enough opportunities in the future, it may not be possible to give birth to a spirit and become a spirit sword~!"

Pang Qingyang asked for advice: "Elder Jin, what should I do?"

Elder Jin hesitated and said: "[The Art of Casting] only says that when casting a vessel, the essence and blood of its owner are added, and then combined with a secret method, which can initially condense the spirituality of the vessel."

"But your sword is not yet spiritually mature..."

To be honest, because of the incompleteness of the [Art of Forging], he is not very clear about how the spirituality of the artifact is born.

"Um...little girl, how did you raise a sword before?"

Pang Qingyang said: "It means inputting your own sword energy into the sword every day for refining."

Elder Jin thought deeply: "The old man thinks you can continue like this and give it a try!"

"Thanks for the advice."

Pang Qingyang was a little disappointed.

She thought Elder Jin had something better to do!

She naturally practices sword energy every day, after all, she has been used to it for so many years.

Moreover, Hong Kang told her a very simple truth. Sword energy, sword intention, etc. are the embodiment of her essence. By using this to refine the sword, over time, the sword may be tainted with her own breath.

Hong Kang stepped forward, and the power of his soul touched the sword.

Although this sword is now incomparable to the Shenlong Sword, Hong Kang can detect that this sword seems to have a kind of activity and no longer feels like a dead thing.

Hong Kang asked: "Qingyang, what do you plan to name this new sword?"

Pang Qingyang said of course: "[Three feet of water]!"

Hong Kang smiled: "But it is now four feet long~!"

Pang Qingyang ignored him and walked away holding his sword upside down.

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Needless to say, we exchanged pleasantries after leaving the cave.

When Hong Kang passed by Hell Rock, he thought that Yin Zhong's daughter Yin Feng should still be at the bottom of Hell Rock. He closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the life aura near Hell Rock, but found nothing.

He thought to himself: "I didn't find it. I wonder if it's too far away? Or is it because of the seal?"

However, since I didn’t find it, I’ll talk about it later.

Hong Kang doesn't have to find Yin Feng's existence now.

After the six elders left, Tong Zhen and Hong Kang had a chat about Tong Bo, and Hong Kang expressed his understanding.

"If Tong Bo is confused, you can ask him to ask me. I happened to have promised to Miss Long Yan."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Hong."

"Brother Tong, you're welcome. I'm going to be bothering you for a long time."

"Hahaha... Although the Tong family is isolated from the world, they are not ungrateful people. Mr. Hong can live here with peace of mind."

Isolated from the world?!

Hong Kang shook his head inwardly. At least, the Tong family and the Long family must have maintained contact.

Moreover, the Tong family must have a way or way to obtain information from the outside world.

Otherwise, in the original trajectory, Tong Zhan and Tong Xin would not have found the record of "Yujian Villa" in the book cave.

You must know that "Yujian Villa" was founded by Yin Zhong's son Yin She. At that time, the Tong clan had already fled to "Shuiyue Cave".

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The sword-making process was completed.

Pang Qingyang and Hong Kang were busy separately in the following days.

Pang Qingyang got the new [Three Feet of Water], and she needs to practice her sword skills again. Since she has already reached the state of "body and sword integration", it only takes one day to become familiar with the new sword.

All that remains is to continuously refine [Three Feet of Water] with your own sword energy, and then try to create an efficient method of "sword energy forging bones".

Elder Jin, Huo and the others expressed their admiration for Hong Kang's exquisite control of magic when he was forging swords. They also had common topics of conversation when they were together.

Because of the paper, Hong Kang proposed that he could help copy and organize the books while reading.

The six elders had no objections.

I don't think there is anything wrong with Hong Kang's behavior. Their attitude towards knowledge is tolerant. Even if it is some forbidden magic, as long as you don't practice it, it doesn't matter if you take a look.

His family is open and bright, but Hong Kang is not a person who cherishes his own things.

According to his plan, he will stay in this "Shuiyue Cave" for many years.

Therefore, Hong Kang also wrote down a collection of classics and history, poems and songs, martial arts and medical skills that he had read in previous worlds.

Ten books, fifty books, one hundred books, two hundred books...

As Hong Kang wrote more and more books, the expressions of the six elders changed from curiosity, to shock, to numbness.

Elder Tianxing sighed: "Mr. Hong is less than half a hundred years old. How many books has he read?!"

"Are there so many great talents in the outside world?!"

While sighing, he held a copy of "Lingxian" and read it with gusto.

When Hong Kang silently wrote "Ling Xian", he did not shamelessly sign his name, but wrote the original author "Zhang Heng".

Although, even if Hong Kang signed his name, no one would know.

But, he knows it himself.

When his level of practice reached the level of Hong Kang, he understood more and more that he had to pay attention to the word "truth" on the way to practice.

Elder Tianxing read "Lingxian" in a catchy way.

"Nothing is as big as the sky, and as thick as the earth... There is nothing as big as the sun and the moon. Its diameter is one-seven hundred and thirty-sixth of the day's circumference, and its breadth is one-two hundred and forty-two times of the earth..."

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"...Therefore, the moonlight is born when the sun shines, and the soul is born when the sun is covering it. When the sun is shining, the light is full, and when the sun is shining, the light is exhausted..."
To be continued...