socalfunplaces Chapter 258 Testing the Knife
Chapter 258 Testing the Knife
In the cast iron room on the hill, Lei Dianying looked at a red-hot knife and said, "Turn up the fire a little more, otherwise the material won't be able to blend in completely."
Mo Ran, who was standing next to them, did not move. The element of fire surged out on its own, igniting a raging fire. The flickering flames reflected on the faces of the two men.
"This kind of fire is worthy of my identity as a swordsmith!" Lei Dianying smiled. After those rare materials were crushed and reconciled with the sword body, she raised her hand and placed the sword on a rock anvil. She picked up a rock hammer and hit it again and again.
The heavy sound of iron hammering was heard in the iron foundry, and the people living together knew that Lei Dianying was trying to forge a sword again.
After a while, the sound of iron hammering gradually stopped, and in front of Lei Dianying, a knife flashing with purple light appeared, which looked very similar to Lei Dianying's dream.
Since swords and knives are inseparable, she called it casually, and this is a single-edged weapon.
"Finally done, hehe!" Lei Dianying grasped the knife in front of him. Once the knife was forged, it seemed to be psychic, floating in front of its owner, waiting quietly.
Lei Dianying held the knife and swung it in front of her, making a whistling sound. She giggled and said, "Brother, let me try the knife!"
"Are you sure?" Mo Ran asked slowly, holding the rock elemental power like a galaxy in his hand.
"Of course... I was just kidding. A sharpened knife is used against an enemy. How could I possibly swing it at my brother?" Lei Dianying ran into the courtyard in small steps, with the tip of the knife pointing to the sky, and suddenly took action.
A sword slashed towards the sky, as sharp as a thousand swords ringing together, with a force as powerful as a bull, shaking the heaven and earth, and with the power of lightning, it cut through the surging sea of clouds, revealing the clear blue sky.
"Well, with such power, this knife is considered a success. What should I make next?" Lei Dianying stroked his chin and thought for a while.
The Husaigong standing by looked doubtful and murmured, "Is this knife really that powerful?"
"There is no knife, but there is someone who uses the knife." Mo Ran slowly walked out of the cast iron room, looked at the sea of clouds that was cut apart in the sky, and smiled happily.
"Oh, so, it is only because she is a shadow that this knife has such power, right? Then I feel relieved." Kitsusai Palace closed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
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Several days passed, and Lei Dianying was still immersed in the iron casting room, but she had been thinking hard for a long time, but without any result, as if making this knife had drained away all her skills.
"I feel like I don't want to move at all, and my mind is blank. Brother, what's going on?" Lei Dianying leaned back in his chair and said quietly.
Mo Ran put his hands together, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's probably because I've been bored for too long. Even if you're a demon god, you'll definitely feel bored staying in this room all day. It's just that my interest in casting has overwhelmed that boredom."
"So, I just need to take a rest and then come back, right?" Lei Dianying immediately sat up, and the light of heaven seemed to appear in his eyes.
Mo Ran nodded slightly and said, "That's about right. In a word, it's a good combination of work and rest."
"Okay, I'll go read a novel now and come back this afternoon!" Lei Dianying skipped away. Instead of returning to the room, he went to get a few plates of desserts and then quickly ran back to the room.
Mo Ran slowly stood up and walked to the sunny courtyard. He put his hands into his sleeves, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured to himself in a low voice: "The weather is nice, but it's a pity that no one is going out for a trip. It's a bit of a waste."
"If you don't mind, I can accompany you." A foxy voice came. Apart from Kitsai Palace, no other fox demon had the courage to walk up to him and talk like this.
Mo Ran opened his eyes, waved his hand and refused: "Forget it then."
"What do you mean? I came here because I saw you were bored, but now you want me to leave? What, time has passed and our feelings have faded, right? You..."
Mo Ran flicked his fingers and a stream of magical power sealed the mouth of the white-haired fox, otherwise it might have been torn out of its descendants and great-grandson.
"After one hour, the spell will be lifted by itself. Before that, Miss Fox Palace should just be a mute fox!" Mo Ran went to get an old man's rocking chair, and lay on it leisurely, resting his head on his hands.
While Hu Zhaigong's mouth was sealed, his hands began to move non-stop. He held a pen in his right hand and twisted paper with his left hand, writing paragraph after paragraph out of thin air.
Such as "Bad guys bully the cute and gentle fox demon lady", or "For the sake of the fox clan, I submit to human humiliation every day", and "The fox demon living under someone else's roof pays off her debt with her body".
The human protagonist in all of them refers to the human Mo Ran. Except for the corporal punishment that occupies most of the plot, it is a complete portrayal of their usual lives.
"Do you really want to be...abused?" Mo Ran said calmly without opening his eyes.
Hu Zaigong's eyes trembled, and she quickly put the draft paper into her collar, because she knew that this guy would never take it.
Mo Ran did not move, but recalled the plot that the white-haired fox had just written, and said slowly: "In the fox tribe's own shrine, leaning against the wall, and then everywhere?"
"Do you foxes have a shrine for your tribe? And the big monster in your setting can be knocked down by human medicine? After the medicine wore off, you didn't break free from the ropes, but just stood there and watched, irritating yourself, Kitsusai Palace, what on earth are you thinking about?"
"Mmmmm!" Kitsaigong was speechless, so he took a pen and used his demonic power to write a few words out of thin air. "This is to enhance the readers' enjoyment. He is a great demon, isn't this enough of a sense of accomplishment?"
"She just conquered a big monster, and she did it by despicable means. If you want to write it like this, I think it would be better to change it to a battle against the entire tribe, to change her status in the monster tribe."
"This isn't a passionate and exciting story, so why do you care? Just the plot is enough. No matter how illogical it is, there will be people reading it. Are you angry?" After Kitsaigong finished writing, he agreed to add a provocative fox expression.
"I'm not a writer, why should I be angry?" Mo Ran said slowly, "I'm just giving you a suggestion. If you continue writing like this, it can only be published in Inazuma and cannot be sold in other countries."
"That's perfect! I'm the only one who can start a business!" Hu Zhaigong showed an indescribable expression and continued to write these meaningless things.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Mo Ran warned her, "Remember not to let Ying see it, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, are you going to implement the plots in these novels on me?" There was no fear on Hu Zhaigong's face. Instead, he was very much looking forward to it, because what was written was just fantasy after all, and it was not as satisfying as practicing it in person and experiencing it completely.
"Haha, you're overthinking it. I will seal your demonic power and throw you into the sea to feed the fish!" Mo Ran's tone was cold, and his eyes were chilly, like a sharp sword that had never been unsheathed.
With a stroke of his brush, Hu Zhaigong shamelessly wrote: "You are so heartless and cruel, but I am suddenly very excited. Come on, unsheathe your sword, flash a cold light, whip me hard, whip me, make me fall deeper and deeper, and feel like I am in heaven and dying!"
Mo Ran kicked his feet and almost fell off the rocking chair. This white-haired fox really had no scruples at all. Threats were useless, violence was too much, and preaching didn't work. So there was only one way.
"Your fried tofu for the next three months is gone." Mo Ran's voice was light, like a feather falling, but to Hu Zhaigong's ears, it was like the sky and the earth cracking and the world collapsing.
"No, don't do that, you're committing murder! Do you know how important fried tofu is to a fox demon? Do you know what happens if a fox demon doesn't eat fried tofu for a day? Do you know that owning a bunch of fried tofu can give you a beautiful, intelligent, gentle and considerate fox demon?"
Hu Zhaigong wrote furiously, and every word between the lines was filled with his love for fried tofu and his dissatisfaction with this person.
Mo Ran was unmoved and said calmly: "It's an equal exchange, it's worth it, you weigh the pros and cons yourself."
"Woo woo woo woo!" Kitsai Palace didn't know what he was shouting, but at the end he whimpered weakly and wrote, "Deal."
"Then the contract is done. If you violate it, you will be struck by lightning, your body will be destroyed, and your body and soul will be annihilated!" Mo Ran glanced at the word "deal" and said softly.
"Hmph!" Hu Zhaigong stamped his feet fiercely on the ground, then took out the draft and continued to change the plot, changing the empty courtyard into a bustling party, and then...
Not long after, Hu Zaigong looked at his work, his face flushed, he nodded with satisfaction, and then quickly put it away to avoid being seen by others and causing a bad influence.
At this time, Ying's door also opened. Perhaps because she had just finished reading a novel, she was too excited and felt relieved, so her face turned red.
"Well, um, brother, let's go to the iron foundry to forge swords. I feel it's ready." Lei Dianying's eyes were filled with shyness, and his voice was as soft and unpleasant as a silver needle falling to the ground.
But Mo Ran could hear clearly, he nodded and said: "Okay, but are you sure you don't need to rest for a while?"
"No, no, I'm fine." Lei Dianying waved his hands quickly. After entering the cast iron room, he didn't dare to look up at the man in black.
Mo Ran noticed her strange behavior and immediately released a wisp of wind elemental power to investigate.
It would have been fine if I hadn't read it, but once I did, I was truly astonished. What Lei Dianping just read turned out to be a romance novel titled "My Brother Falls in Love with Me".
The protagonists of the book, brother and sister, are not related by blood, and thus they develop a love affair that is earth-shattering and heart-wrenching. However, a large amount of ink is spent on the secret affairs between the brother and sister in the bedroom, and even Mo Ran, who is determined, can't help blushing.
In the author column, it was clearly written, "Beautiful and lovely Miss Fox". Based on this very familiar author name, Mo Ran had already identified his target.
"Ying, I have something to take care of first. Please wait a moment." After saying that, Mo Ran didn't wait for a reply and flashed into the courtyard. However, the courtyard was very quiet and there was no sign of the white-haired fox.
Mo Ran chuckled, and with a flick of his finger, a huge suction force pulled Hu Zhaigong out, and then took some fried tofu with it and disappeared.
Thousands of miles above the sky, a man and a demon appeared, one was sitting, and the other was forced to kneel in the air with his hands behind his back.
Mo Ran held his chin with one hand and spoke word by word: "Hu Zhai Gong, Hu Zhai Gong, you are really not afraid of me at all!"
At this time, Hu Zhaigong's mouth, which was sealed by the immortal power, was free again, and he hurriedly argued: "No, you arrested me for reading the novel, it has nothing to do with me!"
"You stuffed the things you wrote into her bookshelf with your own hands, and now you have the nerve to say that it has nothing to do with you? I wanted to give you a chance, but it seems I can't let you off easily!"
"What are you going to do? Don't come over here, no, no, let me go! This is absolutely not the way to go! This will definitely..." Kitsai Palace twisted his waist and struggled, but it felt like he was trying to resist but also wanted to.
This made Mo Ran, who had just taken a step closer, look even gloomier. It seemed like he was a gangster. If this got out, he would be ruined.
"Stop shouting, no one can hear you." Mo Ran picked up a string of fried tofu that had just been heated. The fragrant smell reached Hu Zhaigong's nostrils, making her quiet for a moment.
Wherever Mo Ran moved the fried tofu, Hu Zhaigong's eyes followed closely, drooling as he shouted, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me quickly!"
"Do you want it?" Mo Ran handed over some fried tofu.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Kitsaigong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Oh, no!" Mo Ran finished the string of fried tofu in one bite, and then deliberately put on a look of satisfaction and enjoyment.
Seeing this, Hu Zhaigong's eyes widened and he said anxiously: "Wow, are you still a human? Wuwuwu... This is the fried tofu in my room. I can't even bear to eat a whole string of it!"
"You deserve it! Who told you to create something that pollutes the Shadow? I originally had a pure and kind-hearted demon god, but what you wrote just now has ruined him!"
"That's not my fault. It was Ying's thirst for knowledge that prompted her to open that novel, and it also opened the door to a new world. You can't blame me!"
"Humph, if Ying becomes abnormal in the future, you, a fox, will never have a life of being a fried tofu again!"
"Yes, yes, yes..." Hu Zhaigong agreed quickly, but he was planning the plot of the next book in his mind. As for the name, it would be called "Teaching from High Above, Voices Resounding Through the Ninth Heaven".