Red Jade Stinger

"Ah Ruo, you hold on a little longer. One more night's work and the red jade stab will be finished!" The sword maker, Ah Ku, kneeling in front of his wife's couch, murmured. But the look on his face, but not a bit of "great success" or joy, there are boundless regret and grief.

A Ruo reluctantly opened her eyes, and looked at her husband's face, which was thin and bony and resembled dead wood because of continuous late nights, her heart was a vague pain. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to comfort him, to tell him that she was always there for him. But as soon as she moved her mind, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder socket, and only then did she vaguely remember that her right arm, the only one left intact, had been pulled out by her husband last night with a boning knife.

Seeing this scene, Ah Bitter could not help but feel a sour heart, eyes hot. He was afraid that his wife saw it, he turned his head, but was looking at the wall hanging thirty-four bone spurs, each one as white as jade.

The ...... were taken out of his wife's body one by one and then carefully polished one by one. Each bone spur is full of his wife's endless love and his swallowing the sea is difficult to dilute the pain. With tears in his eyes, the world was blurred, and only the tips of the thirty-four bone spikes shone with thirty-four sharp points, piercing his heart.

He held back the grief in his heart and looked at his wife with tender eyes, "Ah Ruo, do you still remember what you said the day we first met?"

Aruu nodded gently and smiled, "Yes, how could I not remember?"

Ah, Bitter tucked a lock of hair on Ah Ruo's forehead behind her ear, and together with her voice, said softly, "I believe that you will be able to make a divine weapon that will astonish the world and top the world."

The tears in Ah Bitter's eyes almost rolled down: "Ah Ruo, you know. At that time, my master despised me, my fellow disciples despised me, and my fellow martial artists also despised me, I almost gave up. If you hadn't appeared before me, I think I would have returned to the countryside and lived out my life."

Ah, Ruo smiled gently and said, "You can't give up, you are the only sword maker in the world. If you don't go forging weapons, even if it's not your loss, it's a great loss to the martial world." She was so weak that she could barely say these few words and was already breathless.

Ah bitter lovingly on her forehead a gentle kiss, softly said: "You are tired, sleep for a while."

But Aruu stubbornly shook her head: "No, I'm not going to sleep." When she opened her eyes again, there was an undeniable glow in her eyes, "I've been waiting for this day for thirty years, how can I miss it? Besides, after today, are you still worried that I won't have a chance to get a good night's sleep?"

Ah, Bitter smiled helplessly, leaned down, and gently passed his arm under her neck, and with his other hand, he carefully lifted her back and carried her up.

The bones and ribs of Ah Huo's limbs had been removed one by one by Ah Huo. At that time, Ah Bitter very carefully and carefully extracted each bone and carefully restored the skin and flesh, and used medicine to stop the bleeding so that the skin looked like only a tiny scar. The pain she suffered, since he could not bear it for her, should at least let her stay a whole self, even if it is only superficially complete.

Bitter carried her as if she were a newborn baby and gently walked her to a large bathtub.

A pot of fire was built under the bathtub, and the water in the bathtub was brought to a boil. The boiling water was filled with many unnamed medicinal herbs, layer by layer, turning up from the middle and then sinking from all around, red and green, mixed and refuted, looking very strange.