Most of the anger that had been vented seemed to come back all at once, making Wandong's chest feel like it was congested. I was embarrassed for a while, not knowing what to do.
"Can you return this broken sword to me?" Duan Lengyan stretched out her hand to Wandong with a sad expression.
Wan Dong silently handed over the broken sword in his hand. Duan Lengyan turned to look at Pi Xiong. Without opening his mouth, Pi Xiong understood and quickly held the half of the broken sword in front of Duan Lengyan. , with a look full of regret, murmured, "Third Miss, subordinate..."
Duan Lengyan shook her head and did not let Pi Xiong finish his words. She silently took the broken sword in his hand and tried to put the two pieces together. But if it's broken, it's broken. No matter how hard Duan Lengyan tries, it's impossible to return to the original state.
The broken sword fell to the ground with a snap. Duan Lengyan hurriedly leaned over to pick it up again and tried again. A second later, there was another crisp sound. Picking it up, trying it off, picking it up again, trying again, dropping it again... Duan Lengyan seemed to be in a daze, repeating this meaningless, even silly and funny move.
But at this time, Pixiong couldn't laugh at all, and Wandong was the same. Big drops of crystal clear tears, like broken beads, kept sliding down Duan Lengyan's face. The thin shoulders that twitched from time to time, and the gentle sobs that sounded from time to time, made Wandong's heart clench tighter and tighter.
"Third Miss, you... don't do this, take care of your body!" Pi Xiong pleaded and rushed forward, trying to stop Duan Lengyan, but Duan Lengyan pushed him away hard.
"Is this sword... very important to you?" Wan Dong murmured.
"Nonsense! This sword was given to the third girl by her father. The third girl has always regarded it as a treasure and took good care of it! You bastard, you actually destroyed it, you... you really deserve to die!"
Pi Xiong kept making hysterical curses. If it were normal times, Wan Dong would have slapped him and told him to shut up. But at this time, Wandong showed unprecedented tolerance, as if he didn't hear anything, and remained silent.
"Woo~~~" Suddenly, Duan Lengyan seemed to have lost control and burst into tears. When she cried, it was like a huge stone falling on a calm lake, causing ripples to rise and fall, which immediately disturbed Wandong's heart.
What Wandong couldn't stand the most was women's cries and tears. Thinking back to the time when he and Mu Lian got along day and night, as soon as Mu Lian shed tears, Wan Dong's whole body felt like a hundred claws scratching his heart, almost going crazy, and he would agree to any request unconditionally.
"Why? Why did the eldest and second brothers bully me, the Jin family bullied me, and even you bullied me? What did I do wrong? Why did God let me endure all this? I'm so tired, I can't hold it anymore. I… "
Duan Lengyan seemed to be going crazy, crying and shouting non-stop. At this time, she looked like a helpless child, which was very pitiful!
"Three girls, your subordinates are all incompetent. They can't solve your problems for you. If you want to punish, then punish your subordinates..." Pi Xiong knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Duan Lengyan in repentance. It was not difficult to see that Pi Xiong was to Duan Lengyan. Duan Lengyan is really loyal.
"That's enough!" Wan Dong couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly let out a loud cry, which stopped Duan Lengyan's crying.
Duan Lengyan was like a frightened little magpie. She raised her head pitifully and looked at Wandong, her face covered with tears. She was like a cat with a colorful face, which made people feel affection for her involuntarily.
Wan Dong smiled bitterly and shook his head. His voice suddenly softened and he said softly, "Don't cry. I broke your sword. At worst, I will pick it up for you!"
"Nonsense! How can you pick up a broken sword?" This was the first time Pi Xiong saw Duan Lengyan showing such a weak side, and he immediately attributed all the sins to Wandong, with a hint of laughter in his voice. Fen asked fiercely.
Wandong just glanced at him, then looked away, stretched out his hand to Duan Lengyan and said, "Give it to me!"
Duan Lengyan held two pieces of the broken sword, with a bit of doubt in her expression: "You... do you really have a way to restore this broken sword to its original state?"
Wandong couldn't help but smile and said: "I can't restore it to the original state... But I can guarantee that the sword that is reattached will be better than the original one!"
Wandong is really confused about himself. He is obviously in the hostile camp with Duan Lengyan, but how can he feel sympathy for her? Wandong shook his head and sighed in his heart, "I am still too soft-hearted!"
Duan Lengyan doubtfully gave the broken sword to Wandong. Wandong did not hesitate, and immediately activated his Tao Qi and wrapped the two pieces of the broken sword together. This time, not only did the sword have to be broken, but the entire sword had to be recast. Naturally, the Tao Qi that Wandong erupted was stronger, and the heat wave that erupted became even hotter.
Duan Lengyan and Pi Xiong were forced to the door by the heat wave, but even so, they still felt doubly painful and somewhat unbearable. But even though they couldn't bear it, the two still persisted and refused to leave the room completely. This human curiosity is far more tenacious than humans imagine.
"Melt... melted!?" Pixiong suddenly exclaimed, pointing with trembling fingers at the fiery red molten liquid shrouded in golden light, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost during the day.
"Could it be... no, it's impossible..." Duan Lengyan's eyes suddenly widened, as if she thought of something, but she rejected it, as if she was talking in her sleep. Whispering to himself.
As the number of practices continued to increase, Wandong became more and more proficient in the sword-making technique without any hindrance.
He melted the broken sword into molten iron and activated it with his thoughts. A large ball of fiery red hot molten iron slowly rotated in the air, gradually forming a vortex, spinning faster and faster. Although they rotated so fast, not even a drop of molten iron was thrown out. Instead, they blended and mixed with each other, making the color more even.
Duan Lengyan and Pi Xiong were stunned by such a strange sight, and they were completely stunned, as if they were in a dream.
In the constantly rotating molten iron, clusters of flames suddenly rose, and at the same time there was a crackle, as if something was burning violently.
Duan Lengyan's expression suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but exclaimed, "He... he is recasting! Really! But doesn't a sword-casting furnace require a sword-casting furnace? Why, there is no sword-casting furnace, no fire, But he can..."
Duan Lengyan's muttering stopped suddenly. All of this was completely beyond her scope of cognition. Duan Lengyan kept shaking her head, feeling like she was going crazy... (To be continued)