The wooden house didn't need to be big or comfortable. Anyway, it was just a place to stay for a short period of time. As long as it could block the wind and rain, it was enough. None of them were squeamish. Mosquitoes and the like could be dealt with with with the enchantment.
Two hours later, two wooden houses were built on the left and right sides of the grassy nunnery.
On the left side was Ryuga, Esders, and Dotya's wooden house. There were three rooms in total. There were only some basic furniture like beds. There wasn't even a wardrobe. It was unusually simple.
On the right side was Treasure Court Yin Shun's single-room wooden house. Although the decorations were also simple, he had nothing to do so he made more wooden furniture. He planned to send it to Ryuga after it was done. When he was alive, he often lived in seclusion in the mountains, so he still had some craftsmanship.
By the time the wooden houses were finished, it was already night.
"You two have the nerve to eat and drink here for free!"
Qianzi Muramasa yelled at Tachika Fujimaru and Musashi who were lying on the wooden table. "There are so many people living here. How can Ah Xi cook by himself? Hurry up and help! Otherwise, go hunt some prey and bring it back! What's wrong with being so lazy! "
"Oh oh oh! Sorry! "
The two were scolded by Qianzi Muramasa and quickly got up. Tachika Fujimaru went to the kitchen to help Ah Xi. Musashi ran to the nearby river to catch fish.
"Hmph, young people don't have self-awareness if I don't scold them."
Qianzi Muramasa snorted coldly. Then, he walked out of the grassy nunnery and came to the enchantment. By fiddling with the magic items placed here, he expanded the enchantment's coverage and covered the two wooden houses on the left and right side.
Before he could turn around, he suddenly found two more enchantments rising around the grassy nunnery. All the wooden houses were covered by the enchantment.
After a while, he saw Ryuga's figure coming back from outside the grassy nunnery.
"This is a barrier that repels mosquitoes, and … oh, a warning barrier?"
Qianzi Muramasa identified the use of the enchantment somewhat unskillfully. His expression relaxed a little. "I didn't expect you to be a magician. Not bad. At least Ah He and his sister won't have to worry about being bitten by mosquitoes when they sleep in the future."
There were a lot of mosquitoes in the countryside, especially at night. The buzzing in the ears could make many people go berserk, even if they had a mosquito net.
He was only a Saber Blacksmith and was not good at magic. All he could do was set up a barrier to stop the Anomalies. Otherwise, he would not have needed Ryuga to set up such a barrier.
Ryuga raised her eyebrows slightly.
This old man's attitude towards him was still so stiff during the day, but when he saw that he had set up two enchantments, his expression softened. Moreover, what he valued more was not the enchantment that could alert him, but the enchantment that could drive away mosquitoes. What a strange spirit.
"Are they all not here?"
Ryuga looked in the direction of the nunnery and did not see the figures of Tachika Fujimaru and Musashi, so she asked aloud.
"After being scolded by this old man for a while, they went to help Ah He cook."
Qianzi Muramasa sighed, and his expression relaxed completely. "There are so many mouths in the house, it's not a small burden for Ah He."
"Is that so?"
Ryuga echoed indifferently, and then said indifferently, "Esders and I are all ghosts, it's not a problem that we don't need to eat. If there's not enough time, it's enough to prepare human portions of food."
"Oh? That's good! "
Qianzi Muramasa looked at Ryuga with approval.
This old man seemed to be particularly sensitive when it came to matters related to the siblings. As long as she helped him and said something nice, it would be easy to soften his attitude.
"By the way, I have a request."
Ryuga hit the snake with the stick at the right time. He stretched out his right hand and materialized his broken He Dao in his hand.
"My Dao was broken when I was fighting with the heroic spirit Swordsman. I wonder if you can help me reforge it?"
Because he could spiritualize, the fragments of the He Dao were all in Ryuga's hand. The hilt, the blade, and several other fragments were all materialized by him.
"Tsk, you little devil …"
Qianzi Muramasa clicked his tongue again. He had just said those words of praise, and this guy immediately made a request. This little devil's face was really thick.
However, he did not have any intention of saying anything. His gaze was immediately attracted by the Dao in Ryuga's hand, and his face showed an interested expression.
"A He Dao? This old man has never seen it before. How was this Dao made? What ore was used? What was the method of refining and refining it? "
"I don't know."
Ryuga gave a very straightforward answer.
"Tsk."
Qianzi Muramasa unhappily clicked his tongue, and then took the fragments of the He Dao from Ryuga's hand. He lowered his head and carefully observed it. From time to time, he would use his knuckles to knock on the body of the Dao, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
"Although it is a good Dao, just looking at the appearance, I can't see any different method … Well, seeing that your Dao is not bad, this old man will help and reforge it for you!"
He muttered to himself for a while, and without hesitation, he quickly agreed to Ryuga's request.
"This kind of Dao is considered a good Dao?" Ryuga did not quite understand.
"In the eyes of swordsmen like you, the sharper the Dao, the more it can kill, the better. But for us Dao blacksmiths, the important thing is not whether the Dao is sharp or not, but whether there is a soul in the Dao."
Qianzi Muramasa clearly had a higher opinion of Ryuga's He Dao. He was repeatedly sizing it up.
"Just like you swordsmen who want to step into the Dao, you must pour in endless blood, sweat, and emotions. To forge a good Dao, you must pour in the soul of the person who forged it."
"Although the craftsmanship of this Dao is not outstanding, the person who forged it has clearly poured in his soul. In this old man's eyes, no matter how sharp the other Dao is, it is not as good as this Dao."
Pouring in his soul?
Dao Realm?
Blood, sweat, and emotions?
A long time ago, before he had begun to travel through worlds, Musashi had once said the same thing to him. He said that people who pursued the Dao of the Sword were mostly people who were willing to put in hard work and blood for their Dao. They were people who were willing to dedicate their lives to this goal.
Throughout history, there were countless Sword Masters who studied Sword Skills, but only one in ten thousand Sword Saints had stepped into the Dao of the Sword. This was because most Sword Masters did not have the heart of the Dao of the Sword, and only studied techniques.
Ryuga was the same.
He had never pursued the Dao of the Sword, and only studied powerful Sword Skills. He only used pure power to suppress his opponents. He did not have the heart to pursue the Dao of the Sword.
But now, he had reached the peak of Sword Skills. There was no path ahead. The only path that seemed to be possible was the path of the Dao of the Sword. He would break through the shackles and become a supreme Sword Saint.
But Ryuga still had no idea how to reach the Dao Realm.
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