55 What Type Would You Like? (1/2)

Yun Bei Fen perked up. Right! Senior martial brother Mei had promised to make a sword for him. He had completely forgotten about that after everything that had happened with Xiao Hui and Da Hei. He grabbed onto his sleeve with sparkling eyes. ”You really want to make my sword now?”

Mei Chao Bing chuckled and pulled him onto his lap. ”Well, I can't forge it right here but we will have to plan it first anyway.”

Even though his first senior martial brother cared about swords a lot, Yun Bei Fen didn't know about them too much. At the very least, he didn't really know how a sword was being made. ”So what exactly do we need to plan? Is it something I can help with?”

”Well, is there something that's important to you? I mean what kind of sword would you like?”

Yun Bei Fen blinked his eyes in confusion. Was there something he should care about in regard to that? ”Well, can it look like yours?”

Mei Chao Bing's lips twitched. He suddenly understood very well just what Elder Baili had meant when he said that Yun Bei Fen only wanted to learn things that he had seen him doing. Was this really the attitude a disciple should have? Well, he couldn't pretend that he didn't feel pleased by this a bit too. After all, it showed just how important he was to Yun Bei Fen. ”You can certainly have a sword that looks a lot like mine. I would advise against having one that looks exactly the same though.”

”Why that? You don't want me to have a sword that looks the same as yours?”

Mei Chao Bing shook his head. ”No, but the sword is for you to use. So the better it suits you, the better you'll be able to defend yourself with it. That's most important for me. And I'm sure we'll find a way to adapt whatever you like about my sword into yours as well. So how about that?”

Yun Bei Fen nodded. ”If senior martial brother Mei thinks that it's important, then we'll do it that way.” Although he did have to say that he really wanted one that looked like his senior martial brother's …

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Mei Chao Bing took a scroll of paper out of his spatial ring and put it onto the table, using his sword to hold down the edges. Next, he took a writing brush and an ink slab and then glanced at Yun Bei Fen's face. ”You're quite slender. And you haven't trained much with the sword before, have you?”