Chapter 157 New Year’s Eve
Chapter 157 New Year’s Eve
"Within less than a year of learning, at the age of nineteen, he has already created a top-grade famous weapon-level inner armor. This, this talent..."
Inside the tent, Long Sheng couldn't hide his surprise.
His Long family is one of the six major families in the city, with huge wealth. As the true disciple of the current generation, he has a very good relationship with the young valley master.
But now, it is just a top-grade famous weapon, and it is not the stick weapon he is best at, but a sword.
Inner armor is rarer and more difficult to make than the long staff.
"Could it be that after more than 700 years, our Divine Weapon Valley will produce another divine craftsman?"
Long Sheng's heart trembled, and he immediately looked at Shi Hong, feeling a little dazed.
No wonder he regarded this news as more important than the departure of the Sanyuanwu army. This is a master craftsman...
"I heard that he was working in silence before, and I felt sorry for him, thinking that he was wasting his good bones."
Shi Hong threw the letter into the fire and watched the ashes drift away: "Who would have thought there would be a 'surprise'."
"I thought he was obsessed with blacksmithing and would delay his martial arts training, but who would have thought he had such a talent."
Long Sheng was quite shocked.
This news is indeed of great significance, enough to affect the attitudes of the family, elders, and even the valley master.
A master craftsman can be an honored guest even in Huailong Palace or even Longhu Temple, and is sought after by countless powerful masters.
"If he becomes a master craftsman, then it may not be impossible for my Divine Weapon Valley to replace Huailong Palace!"
The more Long Sheng thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. He remembered that even the great craftsmen from more than 700 years ago did not all have such talent.
"His talent is really great, really great."
Shi Hong muttered to himself, his fingers gripping the helmet turning white.
He had been traveling outside for several months, killing two great disciples of Qianjun Cave, and had survived several near-death experiences. However, I am afraid that his achievements were far less than those of Li Yuan in creating this top-grade famous weapon.
more importantly……
"If your Qi doesn't turn into truth, you can't become a master craftsman."
Shi Hong lowered his eyelids and looked at the burning candle, unable to calm down for a long time.
The Divine Weapon Valley has been in decline for many years, and the only complete secret skill left is the 'Five Weapons and Five Colors Spiritual Qi'...
"Brother, you?"
Long Sheng turned around and noticed that Shi Hong didn't seem to be in a good mood. Could he have misunderstood?
But if a master craftsman could be born in the sect, it would be a great thing no matter how you think about it...
"fine."
Shi Hong waved his hand, sent the guest away, and lay down next to the stove:
"I'm tired."
"Brother, have a good rest."
Long Sheng's heart trembled, he bowed and left.
"He is a man of divine craftsmanship."
Snowflakes were flying in the night wind, and the tents were connected together. Long Sheng was trying to guess Shi Hong's thoughts, but he couldn't understand them for a moment.
but……
"Master craftsman."
Long Sheng's eyes flickered, and he slowly left this place. He quickened his pace, turned around, and went to the tent of Long Yin, the commander-in-chief of the Jiazi Camp.
Of the three camps of the Divine Guard, the A camp was the most elite, and the commander-in-chief was his great uncle...
Huhu~
As the night wind howled, Shi Hong stood outside the tent, looking at Long Sheng's back as he turned away. He felt that the night was particularly cold, and he couldn't help but shiver:
"Master craftsman, master craftsman..."
……
……
Bang!
Bang!
Fireworks exploded in the night sky.
There are still ten days before the end of the year, and the city of Zhelongfu is already quite lively. At night, all kinds of fireworks are connected together, which is very beautiful.
"It's still good in the city."
On the third floor of Linjiang Pavilion, Li Yuan sat by the window, holding a braised chicken leg in his hand, feeling the voices of people around him and the aroma of various wines and meats.
It had only been a few months, but he felt as if he was in another world.
"Fucheng is naturally good, but there is only one fireworks display, which you will never see in Gaoliu County in your lifetime."
Wang Peiyao held the railing and watched intently, clapping and exclaiming when the fireworks exploded.
She had been hiding for a long time, and if it weren't for the sect's call to action, she would have continued to hide.
Both of them were watching the fireworks, but Liu Zheng at the side was not in the mood. He was holding a glass of wine, with a lot on his mind.
After a long time, he couldn't help but said, "Brother Li, I'm going to leave these 100 pounds to you!"
Hearing him speak, Wang Peiyao also remembered the important matter: "And I still have this hundred pounds, Master Li, you have to take care of me."
After the news of the Sanyuanwu army's march spread, all the disciples in the inner and outer gates of the Shenbing Valley, and even the menial disciples, received the call-up order.
Anyone who has developed internal strength, regardless of age or strength, must join the Divine Guard Army. Those who have not developed internal strength must also be incorporated into the City Guard and patrol the city walls.
Li Yuan nodded and clinked glasses with the two of them:
"Put aside the business of the weapon forging shop for now, and wait for Senior Brother Yue and Senior Brother Wu to come. Come up the mountain with me. I have a large number of weapons to forge, and I need people."
During this period, as Duanmu Sheng issued a call to the sect, countless people from the inner and outer sects came to him, preferring to be a maid rather than join the Divine Guard.
Li Yuan was extremely annoyed, so he used the excuse of going down the mountain with Jing Shuhu to do some shopping to avoid them, and he also wanted to pick up Liu Zheng and Wang Peiyao to go up the mountain with him.
"Thank you, Brother Li (Master Li)!"
Wang Peiyao and the other person quickly raised their glasses and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they have been learning martial arts for some years, they have only fought with others a few times. The name of a sect war is so big that they are scared to death.
"Don't forget each other when you become rich and powerful!"
Li Yuan smiled. Since people were needed everywhere, he would naturally not avoid relatives. This was also within the scope allowed by the sect rules.
How much affection can someone have for the sect if he is unwilling to take care of his relatives and friends?
Because of this sect rule, there are now so many factions intertwined in the Divine Weapon Valley that no one can sort them out.
As the glasses flowed, the unfamiliarity between the people gradually faded and the atmosphere became more lively.
During the dinner, Liu Zheng reported the accounts of the Forging Shop for the past six months, as well as the income from Li Yuan's shops, fields, mines, etc.
The Divine Weapon Valley treats its true disciples very well. They can earn at least a thousand taels of silver per year.
If you take good care of it, it won't be a problem to triple it.
Liu Zheng did his best, and after deducting expenses, Li Yuan earned 2,400 taels of silver. Wang Peiyao took out the information she had secretly collected, mainly about the major and minor events in the city and everything about the outer gate.
"By the way, some time ago, the sect was quite critical of your move to Chirong Cave."
Wang Peiyao's wording was very tactful, and Liu Zheng couldn't help looking a little strange.
What's the criticism?
During that period, outer disciples were assassinated one after another, but Li Yuan was not only protected, but also hid in the Weapon Casting Valley.
When the news got out, it caused an uproar inside and outside the sect, and countless people mocked and accused him of claiming to be the true master.
"The shame of the true teaching?"
Li Yuan put down his wine glass. Of course he had heard it too.
"Ahem, don't worry about it, Brother Li. When you used the top-grade famous weapon, it also caused a sensation."
As Liu Zheng spoke, he felt as if he were in a dream.
That is a top-grade famous instrument.
Nothing of this magnitude has ever appeared in Gaoliu County in history!
How long has it been?
"Now, many people in the valley and the city think that you have the talent of a master craftsman. Some even say that you should be the young valley master."
good guy?
Li Yuan was a little shocked. Was Lao Lei playing it so simply and crudely?
"By the way, the first person to talk about you was a disciple of Elder Sun from the Divine Weapon Pavilion."
Wang Peiyao lowered her voice.
"Elder Sun?"
Thinking of the bounty on Sun Zan that he had seen at the Zhaixing Tower, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Where did you hear that?"
"I also heard this from a errand disciple. It is said that he heard it by accident."
Wang Peiyao answered.
"Is that so?"
Li Yuan nodded, without further investigation, but looked outside the door. After a while, Yue Yunjin and Wu Ming came in hurriedly.
Although Li Yuan had eaten one meal, he didn't mind eating another one.
After entertaining a few people, he asked them to take the carriage back to the mountain, while he waited for Jing Shuhu under the protection of Yu Jin and others.
This wait lasted until late at night. Li Yuan glanced at the darkened city and looked towards the brightest spot in the city:
"This old man, is he going to the Baihua Pavilion?"
……
……
The Baihua Pavilion is brightly lit at night. Before the end of the year, business is much better than usual, and the upper and lower floors are almost full of customers.
The rich scent of cosmetics can be smelled across the street, and the sounds of piano and flute are endless.
"Hmph! Such lascivious music!"
In the private room on the sixth floor of Baihua Pavilion, Jing Shuhu glanced at the charming girls dancing behind the gauze curtain and snorted coldly.
He has never had any second thoughts in his life, and has remained purely yang to this day.
"Okay, let's go down."
Jing Shuhu waved his hand, causing the women serving on the side to be slightly startled, and then they retreated respectfully.
"Are you so sure that I will come tonight?"
At a certain moment, a slow and leisurely voice came from outside the window, and Wanchuan's figure suddenly came and sat opposite.
"If you don't come, it's just a matter of spending a few taels of silver, what's the big deal?"
Jing Shuhu slammed down his cup, his face unfriendly: "You say you're leaving, but you stay behind. This is indeed your usual style!"
"hehe."
Wan Chuan smiled but didn't want to argue with him. He took out a piece of letter from his pocket:
"The information you want."
"So fast?"
Jing Shuhu was a little surprised. He took the letter but didn't rush to open it.
"Can you imagine my connections? Feng Mantian, the owner of Yunshu Tower, has wanted to meet me many times but failed."
Wanchuan was quite proud of himself. He thought back to the time when he followed his master here, his weapon-making skills were not as good as Jing Shuhu's.
"Master craftsman."
Jing Shuhu was silent, feeling a little disappointed.
Seeing him act like this, Wanchuan also restrained his smug expression: "Tell me, what exactly does your Valley Master rely on to dare to take the initiative to provoke a sect war?"
"The three major sects are watching closely, and the Evil God Cult is secretly watching. They are not taking the initiative, but are clearly forced to do so."
Jing Shuhu sighed.
"You also missed the Zhenwu Hall."
Wanchuan added: "As far as I know, the head of Zhelong Town Martial Arts Hall, Meng Zhan, seems to have intended to let Su Wanxiong go..."
"The court?"
Jing Shuhu frowned, thinking of the new palace lord, Wang Zhaozhi.
"Okay, I have paid back what I owe."
Wanchuan only drank one glass of wine and disappeared into the private room without even moving his hands.
"Master Craftsman..."
Jing Shuhu suppressed the envy in his heart, opened the letter, and compared it one by one with what he knew.
"Zhenwu Hall and the Evil God Cult..."
Jing Shuhu muttered to himself, and couldn't help reaching into his arms, and took out an iron mask with a cat's face painted on it.
(End of this chapter)