Chapter 292 Dao Ye draws his sword, how tall are you?
Chapter 292 Dao Ye draws his sword, how tall are you?
In Chungang Peak, smoke filled the air and the sound of iron hammering could be heard incessantly.
Inside the helm, in a tea room, the helmsman Lin Tingfeng sat cross-legged, holding a cup of spiritual tea, with a cold expression:
"Forging weapons is like refining elixirs. There are times when it works, and there are times when it doesn't. When you came here before, I told you that weapons may also lose their grade after repair. You didn't object at the time. Now you come here to make a scene. Do you want me to compensate you?"
"When I was repairing the weapon, I told you not to act rashly unless you are absolutely sure. Have you forgotten?"
On the opposite side, Shan Hong, who was holding the 'Cold Edge White Bone Sword', had a slightly dark complexion and could hardly suppress his anger.
This sword was obtained when he killed the leader of an evil god cult in his early years. Later, he paid a huge price to ask the master craftsman Wanchuan to forge it, and it was finally forged. It is the best of the best and has the potential to become a divine sword!
"This sword is still of top quality, it just has some minor flaws. Since you despise my methods, why didn't you ask a master craftsman to repair the sword for you?"
Lin Tingfeng's face darkened: "Even if the Taoist master was here, I would still say the same thing!"
"call!"
Seeing that Lin Tingfeng had picked up the teacup, Shan Hong was angry, but she didn't say anything. She just glanced at him coldly and left.
"Humph!"
Lin Tingfeng put down the teacup, his beard trembling, and his mood was also very bad.
At this time, an old lady walked in from outside, holding a cup of hot tea: "Hey, headmaster, Shan Hong is the true disciple of the sect, why don't you even prepare a cup of hot tea for him? Aren't you afraid of offending him?"
"I've offended you, so what?"
Lin Tingfeng's expression became even colder.
"You are not afraid, but how can Yun'er and the others not be afraid?"
The old woman stamped her feet, feeling helpless.
Lin Tingfeng had a cold temper and had offended countless people over the years. She remembered that the sect master's disciples had visited him many times before, but he always turned the door away.
"When I saw you rushing to look for Junior Brother Li before, I thought you had finally come to your senses. Who knew you would still..."
"What do you know?"
Lin Tingfeng's face flushed and he got angry: "I was asking Junior Brother Li for advice on weapon forging. How could I be trying to curry favor with him?!"
"Ugh."
The old woman sighed, didn't want to say anything more, and left with her tea.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a disciple came to report:
"Captain, Uncle Li is here!"
"Shh!"
Lin Tingfeng immediately stood up and walked quickly to greet him. His enthusiastic attitude made Li Yuan feel a little overwhelmed.
This rough old man, who looked like a fierce general in the army, forced himself to look like this, which really made him feel a little at a loss.
"The weapon-making technique is a secret of our Divine Weapon Valley. Senior Brother Lin, please don't embarrass me."
Li Yuan was helpless.
If it was other things, he would also be happy to have a good relationship with Lin Tingfeng, but the art of weapon making was definitely not within that scope.
"How dare I spy on his sect's secrets?"
Lin Tingfeng pulled Li Yuan into the house and said, "It's just that I missed you a little after not seeing you for a few days."
Li Yuan had no choice but to follow him into the house and greet the old woman, who smiled and brought him tea.
"How can this tea be used to entertain Junior Brother Li? Bring me my 'Yu Luo Xiang'!"
Lin Tingfeng scolded the somewhat stunned old woman and went to fetch the spiritual tea and brewed it himself.
Yu Luo Xiang is a special tea produced in Baishou Mountain. He only wants one or two taels of it every year and would never give it out easily.
"..."
Li Yuan has a headache.
This rough old man acted in a simple and rough manner. He said that he had no intention of studying the art of weapon forging, but in fact he was determined to achieve his goal.
"Come, Junior Brother, have some tea."
Lin Tingfeng was smiling as he waited for Li Yuan to taste his iron, not knowing that the other party was already thinking about changing his place to forge iron.
"Good tea, good tea."
It tastes bitter at first and has a bitter aftertaste. After taking a bite, Li Yuan felt his tongue was numb, as if he had eaten 800 kilograms of Coptis chinensis, and his face turned a little blue.
"As long as Junior Brother likes it."
Lin Tingfeng poured tea for him without saying a word, just watching him eagerly.
"This tea..."
Li Yuan put the teacup a little further away without leaving any trace, thought for a moment, and decided to take out something. Of course, this was his own idea:
"Senior Brother Lin is also a master of weapon forging. I am far inferior to him. I have some crude opinions, so please correct me."
After a brief pause, Li Yuan did not answer and asked first:
"Brother, what do you think is the key to forging weapons?"
"Hammering, alloying, quenching, polishing, and soul-infusing."
There are many steps to forging a weapon. Lin Tingfeng answered five of them without hesitation. Li Yuan did not comment and asked again:
"Of these five steps, in order of importance, if you remove four, which one do you think will remain?"
"Remove four?"
Lin Tingfeng frowned slightly, not used to this way of conversation, but still replied:
"Spiritual Enlightenment."
"Yes, the essence of weapon forging lies in the soul."
Li Yuan followed his words and said:
"The art of spiritualization of weapons and armor is a secret of our sect and is not easy to pass on to others. However, there are some things that we can still communicate with each other."
Having said that, without waiting for his reaction, he said:
"The so-called soul accumulation can be roughly divided into four categories: blood accumulation soul, blood accumulation soul, breathing soul, and killing living beings."
Below the famous weapons, weapons focus on sharpness and balance, but above the famous weapons, spirituality is the absolute core, without spirit there can be no magic weapon.
Lin Tingfeng was so engrossed in listening that he temporarily forgot to pour tea for Li Yuan.
The two talked for a while, with Li Yuan doing most of the talking. After a while, he stood up and said goodbye. Of course, he would not teach the art of military armor and spiritual power privately.
Lin Tingfeng was still savoring the moment, but he had no choice but to see Li Yuan off. Of course, he did not forget to provide him with all the precious iron materials he needed.
"It's hard to forge a divine weapon."
Back at the forging table, Li Yuan counted the iron materials he had collected during this period. It was a lot, and the quality was good enough, but it was still far from enough to forge divine weapons.
“Not even close…”
As he hammered the fine iron and prepared to forge the second top-grade famous instrument, Li Yuan sighed inwardly.
The magic weapon is priceless and is not available on the market.
As we all know, things that are only circulated among the extremely wealthy are far more expensive than ordinary people can imagine. Not to mention a complete divine weapon, even the natural materials and treasures needed for it are no less than the gift of '300,000 taels of gold' left by Chu Xuankong. "We can only place our hopes on that old Taoist Nie."
Li Yuan's mind was wandering.
On the third day after the old Taoist returned to the mountain, Nie Ying invited him to a banquet. There was nothing remarkable at the banquet. The only thing he remembered, apart from the strange look in the old Taoist Nie's eyes, was that he had sent out invitations to invite a master craftsman to forge a magic weapon.
He also wanted to give it a try, but the hope was slim. If he were in the other person's shoes, he would not give the materials he had collected with great difficulty to others to practice on.
boom!
Before noon, Li Yuan extinguished the fire. He only worked for half a day these days and did not take any other business except for the repair and forging of top-quality famous artifacts.
At the main peak of Longmen, Li Yuan cooked as usual, sent a portion to Lao Longtou, chatted with him, and then went back to the house to practice martial arts until late at night.
……
hum~
Half asleep and half awake, Li Yuan sensed a familiar fluctuation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the bronze tower pierced by the giant knife.
"Take turns, right?"
Li Yuan secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't take it too seriously. It was only three days since he first entered Yunwu Mountain. If the mountain master wanted to test him, he would naturally give him time.
Woohoo~
A breeze blew by, and Li Yuan looked at the stone tablet, on which the words flowed:
"This knife is not a knife, nor is it energy, it is intention!"
"meaning?"
Li Yuan chewed over the words on the stone tablet, thinking deeply.
Of course, he didn't just practice martial arts. Every now and then he would go to the "Inverted Hanging Mountain" to fight bloody battles with the ghost-faced man.
"How to pull it out?"
Li Yuan asked bluntly, before making a request, he would usually ask the other party what he wanted him to do.
If it's too difficult, he will run away.
In the past few days, he had chatted with Lao Longtou quite a lot, secretly asking him how to exit from other people's 'godly realm'.
Of course, that method is not safe at all...
"Once you have eliminated the sword's intent, you can draw your sword."
"Farewell!"
After taking a look at the giant sword that seemed to have no end, Li Yuan made a decisive decision.
"you?!"
On the bronze tower, the woman in white stamped her feet, feeling somewhat helpless. How could this young boy be so cunning?
"what would you like?"
A stone tablet fell from the sky, blocking the way.
"The sword's power is probably a thousand meters high. With my weak arms and legs, I'm afraid I won't be able to shake it even a little bit even if I die here, right?"
Li Yuan spread his hands.
"The meaning of a sword is not the same as a sword, it depends on the person."
"Can you be more straightforward?"
"..."
The stone tablet trembled, and the words on it answered:
"When you have achieved Tongmai mastery, the sword intent will only be at the level of Tongmai. Crush it and you can draw the sword."
vary from person to person?
Li Yuan's heart moved, but he was not surprised. He had some guesses before. After all, if not, how could he be qualified to draw the sword for the Grandmaster?
"I want elixirs, the more the better."
"..."
Slippery, greedy, and shameless.
On the bronze tower, the eyelids of the woman in white twitched several times, but she still agreed.
"and many more."
Li Yuan interrupted: "I won't be hurt, right? This knife is quite fierce."
More than just a little fierce?
Even from a distance, he could feel the chill, a chill that seemed to be able to freeze his soul.
"will not."
The stone tablet rose from the ground and turned into a purple arc of light, spreading from under Li Yuan's feet to the bronze tower gate.
"What if you get hurt?"
Master Li Dao will not trust anyone easily.
"I'll compensate you with the elixir!"
hum!
A purple light shone brightly, and before Li Yuan could react, he felt a huge force pushing him from behind. In just a moment, he was thrown into the bronze tower involuntarily.
Wow~
Li Yuan heard the sound of water.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but he saw nothing but waves of light in the tower, as he was completely submerged.
"Gan!"
In the room, Master Li Dao stood up, feeling as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives. He saw stars in pain and almost jumped up.
At the head of the bed, the little tiger gave him an anthropomorphic look, and she wondered if she had seen the wrong person.
A genius of all ages can’t even block a single sword attack?
“It really depends on the person?”
Li Yuan wiped a cold sweat, it was really unbelievable, he didn't see anything, but was killed instantly!
Although it was somewhat unexpected, it also showed that the owner of the sword intent was incredibly strong.
"How high a level of martial arts is this?"
Li Yuan murmured in his heart, and after a while, he found that he was not injured. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and entered the bronze tower realm again.
"I want a hammer!"
This time, Li Yuan was fully prepared. He grasped the purple hammer, took a deep breath, and stepped into the tower again.
"I want to see how tall you are!"
(End of this chapter)