txolops Chapter 112 Why was the sword forged?
Chapter 112 Why was the sword forged?
Lu Li let out a hiccup and leaned back lazily in his chair.
"Life is short, only a hundred years, oh, you live for a thousand years, so you should enjoy life to the fullest."
Why make yourself so tired?
"You...you're talking nonsense!" Yingxing pointed at him angrily. "A man should be like Jingyuan and the others, achieving great things!"
"Or, like me, forge an unparalleled divine weapon and leave your mark on history!"
"That's what it means to have lived a worthwhile life!"
"A divine weapon?" [Lu Li] glanced at the strangely shaped ancient sword in his arms. "You mean your firewood stick?"
"What do you know!" Ying Xing instantly bristled, clutching his sword like a precious treasure. "This is called 'Disintegration'! It's the masterpiece of my life's work!"
"It will surely be able to sever stars and shatter the void in the future!"
"Really?" [Lu Li] curled his lip. "I think it's more suitable for grilling skewers."
"Look at the grooves on this sword. They're perfect for holding the meat skewers, ensuring even heating and a crispy exterior with a tender interior."
"You...you...you..." Ying Xing was so angry that he trembled all over and almost couldn't catch his breath.
He felt that talking to Lu Li was even more difficult than tempering the hardest black iron.
This man always manages to hit his sore spots precisely with the most infuriating words.
Seeing Ying Xing's embarrassed expression, Bai Heng laughed so hard he almost fell over, and even sobered up a lot.
"Hahaha! Lu Li, well done! That's how you teach him a lesson!"
On the Starry Sky Train, March 7th was also engrossed in watching.
"I've noticed that Lu Li seems to really enjoy teasing Ying Xing."
"I'm not kidding." Walter pushed up his glasses and pointed out incisively, "You see, every time Yingxing is about to lose control, Lu Li pulls him back at just the right moment."
Upon closer inspection, everyone confirmed that it was indeed the case.
Yingxing is arrogant and has a fiery temper, making him prone to conflicts with others.
But every time [Lu Li] speaks...
He always manages to defuse tense situations in a seemingly joking but actually effortless way.
He was like an experienced animal trainer, accurately grasping the temperament of this beast.
"It's amazing..." Xing murmured, "It seems like Lu Li gets along very well with everyone."
He was like best friends with Bai Heng, like bosom buddies with Jing Yuan, could communicate silently with Dan Feng, and had an inexplicable bond with Jing Liu...
He and Yingxing are the ultimate bad friends who constantly hurt each other.
These six people on the sky.
Rather than calling them partners, they are more like family members without blood ties.
Just like... their Star Train.
"Is this... family?" she asked Lu Li softly beside her.
Upon hearing this, Lu Li paused slightly.
He looked at the six figures in the sky, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Family...?
Perhaps, it really was true in the past.
For that "self"...
"Ah Li".
Kafka's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Lu Li's thoughts.
She had moved closer again without him noticing, her wine-red eyes fixed on him without blinking.
"You and that craftsman named Yingxing seem to have a pretty good relationship."
Lu Li's heart skipped a beat.
Again.
Come to think of it, how come he didn't know Kafka was such a jealous person before?
She's even jealous of men?
"So-so," Lu Liqian chuckled. "Just an ordinary friend... uh, I mean [Lu Li] in the sky."
"Just friends?" Kafka tilted her head, her smile innocent. "But I've heard that the better the relationship between men, the more they bicker."
Lu Li: "..."
All he wants to do now is drag out the person who invented the word "heard" and beat them up.
……
The drinking party continued under the sky.
Ying Xing was so angry with Lu Li that she grabbed a wine jar and started drinking with him.
"Lu Li, if you've got the guts, stop talking and drink with me!"
"Fine, I'll drink. Who's afraid of who?"
Lu Li also got interested and rolled up his sleeves to get to work with him.
The two of us shared a bowl.
The two quickly became completely drunk.
Holding his "Fragmented Sword," Ying Xing began to talk at length about his ideals in sword forging.
"I... hiccup... My life's mission is to forge... the strongest sword!"
"A sword that can protect everything!"
"Protect?" Lu Li looked at him with blurry, drunken eyes. "What do you want to protect?"
"I..." Ying Xing was stunned.
Yes, what does he want to protect?
He was an orphan from a young age and was adopted by the craftsmen of the workshop.
His lifelong pursuit was to surpass his predecessors and become the greatest swordsmith.
He forged weapons for the Cloud Cavalry and crafted weapons for the Five Valiant Warriors.
Ultimately, it's all just to prove that their skills are better than anyone else's.
He enjoys the feeling of being needed and recognized.
But to protect...
This word seemed somewhat distant to him.
"You see, you don't even know it yourself."
Lu Li smiled and patted his shoulder. "You expect your forged sword to protect something you don't even have yourself?"
"A sword without a soul, no matter how sharp, is just a piece of scrap metal."
"Why is this sword forged?"
"What do people fight for?"
"Yingxing, have you thought about this?"
Lu Li's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Ying Xing's heart like a heavy hammer.
It also resonated deeply with countless viewers outside the canopy.
Why are swords forged? Why do men fight? My God, this question is so philosophical!
[I'm devastated. I always thought Ying Xing in history was just a simple martial arts fanatic and a tech geek. I never imagined he could be so confused.]
Lu Li... he always seems to be able to see right through people's hearts.
He wasn't teaching Yingxing how to forge swords; he was teaching him...how to be a person!
Luofu, a prison for the destitute.
The man, bound by countless chains, shuddered upon hearing those words.
"Why was the sword forged...?"
Blade repeated the words in a low voice.
For the first time, a sliver of clarity returned to those bloodshot eyes that had been consumed by madness and pain.
He remembered.
long long ago.
Another person asked him the same question in the same lazy tone.
What was his answer at the time?
He doesn't remember.
All he remembered was that the man laughed loudly after hearing his answer.
Then he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Kid, you've got potential."
"From now on, the safety of Luofu will depend on your fire poker."
Blade's head throbbed with pain as countless forgotten memories flooded his mind.
Bai Heng's smiling face.
Jingyuan's helplessness.
Danfeng remained silent.
The cool, clear flow of the mirror.
and also--
That person.
That girl always liked to bicker with him, always teasing him about his sword, and never said a kind word to him...
Yet, he's always the one who quietly lends a helping hand when things get really tough.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Blade let out a painful roar and struggled frantically.
The chains binding him were taut and creaked under the strain.
His roar echoed throughout the entire prison.
"Quickly! Report to the general! The prisoner... the prisoner is about to lose control!"
The guards, terrified by this sudden turn of events, turned pale and hurriedly ran out.
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