Chapter 351 Quasi-Master Craftsman and Mountain Worship
Chapter 351 Quasi-Master Craftsman and Mountain Worship (Monthly Ticket Plus)
By the pond, a fire was burning.
With dozens of people serving them, the four great craftsmen were all working on forging iron. Li Yuan hammered the iron neither too hard nor too lightly, his attention also focused on these four people.
These four master craftsmen have different backgrounds and hammering skills, some are tough, some are gentle, some are more inclined towards skill, and some are more inclined towards strength.
Among them, Li Yuan was most concerned about Jiang Xie.
This elder of Qinglong Pavilion, wearing divine armor and holding a divine forging hammer, has a stature no less than 80,000 li tall and is very powerful in hammering.
Every time the hammer fell, the river bank shook, and the sound of the waterfall hitting the shore could not drown out the sound of her hammer.
"Strong, feminine, skillful, and linked, Master Nie has his own way of hiring people. In a sense, these four can indeed complement each other."
Li Yuan's attainments in weapon forging were already quite profound. At this moment, watching several people forging iron, he felt that the process was extremely smooth and harmonious.
The four of them were all hammering iron ingots, but there was no impact on each other. The wind blew the clouds over here, and the stream gurgled over there. They did not interfere with each other, but existed in the same place. There was an indescribable beauty and charm.
"This kid is stealing my skills again."
Li Yuan's careless blacksmithing could certainly not be hidden from anyone. Wan Chuan glanced at it and didn't take it seriously. The other three people glanced at it out of the corner of their eyes and seemed not to notice it either.
“What’s the difference between me and them?”
Listening to the hammer sounds of four people with different frequencies, Li Yuan's mind became more and more distracted. In the end, he simply put down the hammer and did not watch the four people hammering. Instead, he closed his eyes and listened to the hammer sounds.
Sometimes, he would raise the hammer and hit it a few times, but most of the time, he would close his eyes and listen.
Among the four, Wanchuan cared the most and would glance over from time to time. He had been feeling a little upset these days about the misjudgment he had made in the early years.
"This kid doesn't even pretend."
Seeing that Li Yuan was learning openly, Wanchuan felt a little admiration in his heart. With Li Yuan's current status and position, he was still so interested in the art of weapon forging, which showed that he really loved it.
The other master craftsmen had different expressions, but they didn't say anything. They came here and received large sums of gold and silver from Nie Xianshan, so what was the big deal if they leaked some things?
"If the essence of weapon forging could be learned secretly, the world would be full of master craftsmen."
Wanchuan shook his head and focused on forging iron.
"What is Junior Brother Li doing?"
Outside the field, Xin Wenhua was a little surprised, but soon his attention was attracted by another person.
Lin Tingfeng, the leader of the Chun Gang helm, was among the disciples who were carrying the iron materials. He was also closely watching the iron-making work, and occasionally stretched out his hand to gesture, which made the disciples of the four master craftsmen frown.
"Brother Lin, what are you doing?"
Xin Wenhua frowned.
"Lin heard that the four divine craftsmen have begun to forge divine weapons, so I came here to see if there is anything I can do to help."
Lin Tingfeng felt a little embarrassed, but since he had come here, he certainly would not leave. Even though the looks from all around him made his face feel a little hot, he pretended not to see them.
"you……"
Feeling the looks from the disciples of the Master Craftsman, Xin Wenhua felt quite depressed. He wanted to scold them, but this guy was his senior brother and the leader of a helm. If he started to quarrel with them, he would just be laughed at.
If we don't chase him away, people will laugh at us.
"Brother Xin, since Captain Lin wants to see it, let him stay."
The person who spoke was a sturdy young man with a bronze complexion. He was one of the dozen or so blacksmiths. He glanced at Li Yuan:
"He's not the only one."
As for someone stealing their knowledge, several of the master craftsman's disciples seemed very calm, as they had seen similar things countless times.
But if they could achieve success by learning by stealing, what would be the point of their decades of hard work?
"you!"
Xin Wenhua could tell by his mockery. Lin Tingfeng's beard trembled, his old face turned red, and he turned away with a few snorts.
"What's the difference?"
Li Yuan heard the commotion outside the venue clearly, but he didn't pay any attention to it. He didn't even have this much shamelessness, and he still wanted to learn from others?
He closed his eyes and felt the various sounds on the river bank converging in his mind. Since he was given the Palm Sound Scroll, his hearing surpassed his other senses and became extremely sharp.
Just by relying on these chaotic sounds, one can visualize the surrounding scenes in one's mind, observing and feeling the charm of the hammering techniques of these four master craftsmen.
"Spirit!"
After a long time, Li Yuan's heart was shocked. After listening many times, he finally realized what these four master craftsmen had in common but were different from him.
It was not the divine forging hammers in their hands, but the sound of their hammers that seemed to have life.
The suspenseful saying is that they hammered like a god, but Li Yuan's own understanding is...
"Contemplation method!"
It seemed as if a layer of mist was torn apart. Li Yuan opened his eyes, then closed them again. When he opened them again, his eyes were bright.
Deep in his heart, in the spiritual light, the spirit that had transformed into a thunder dragon shook its body, turned into a human form, and reached out to grab a heavy hammer.
"It doesn't seem that difficult."
Li Yuan felt a little happy in his heart. Some things were just like a piece of window paper. After poking a hole in it, he found that they were not that mysterious after all.
At least for him, this was not a problem.
Li Yuan immediately put his mind to it, raised the hammer and brought it down, and in his mind, he visualized the heavy hammer in his hand falling down at the same time.
This is the true meaning of it, the hands, the heart, and the spirit are all there.
With one hammer strike, there is a perfect intersection of qi, blood, true energy, physique and spirit.
"boom!"
How strong is Li Yuan now?
Even without activating the Weaponry Talisman, the pure power surpassed that of everyone present. The moment the hammer fell, Xin Wenhua, Lin Tingfeng and others outside the field suddenly looked over.
The sound waves spread out like a substance, and the entire river bank trembled. The dozen or so people closest to them felt that their forging tables suddenly jumped.
When the sound waves spread, the body shook as if it was electrocuted, the bones and internal organs felt numb, and the hair on the body stood up.
"The weapon-making technique has reached perfection!"
As the hammer fell, Li Yuan felt all the pores on his body open up, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and the true energy like lightning was perfectly transmitted through this hammer.
"Good boy!"
Jiang Xie dropped the sledgehammer, a look of surprise flashing across his face.
The expressions of the other master craftsmen also changed, especially Wanchuan's expression was the most interesting. Seeing Li Yuan's heavy hammer falling again, he felt his scalp numb.
This hammer is already qualified to be used to create a divine weapon. "Is this also possible?"
On Jiang Xie's left, the burly Gui Haiyou also put down his hammer, looking somewhat doubtful.
Is the master craftsman afraid of being robbed?
Of course not!
There are many sects in the world like the Divine Weapon Valley that have inherited the legacy of divine craftsmen, but there are only a few divine craftsmen, even rarer than grand masters.
"Is there really someone in this world who can see through things at a glance?"
Several people looked at each other in shock. They didn't even give any instructions, but this kid understood the mystery after just listening for a while.
And, perform it perfectly?
This is no longer something that can be described as talent.
"it is good!"
Everyone on the river bank was shocked for a moment, except Lin Tingfeng, whose eyes lit up. He shouted "good" loudly, but then quickly suppressed his voice and stared at Li Yuan's rising and falling hammer.
Now, no one can say that he stole the skills.
……
Call ~
Like a falling meteor, Nie Xianshan fell to the ground, followed by a strong wind, which blew his Taoist robe fluttering, and the big trees inside and outside the small temple made a rustling sound.
"dragon……"
Nie Xianshan had just uttered a syllable when the temple door opened.
"come in."
Nie Xianshan pinched his fingers and suddenly didn't want to go in, but after a little hesitation, he pretended nothing had happened and walked into the small temple.
Under the old tree, Long Xixiang sat cross-legged. Covered in the faint white light, his red lips and white teeth gave him a look of majestic dignity.
Nie Xianshan's eyes fixed, and he felt that in the void behind Long Xixiang, there seemed to be another illusory "sky", with a blue dragon and an old elephant swimming and strolling in it.
"You, really did it?!"
Nie Xianshan felt a tightness in his chest and almost took a step back. Looking at the energetic Long Xixiang hanging in the sky behind him, he felt as if he had been slashed by someone.
"You actually succeeded?"
"Without destruction, there is no construction. After destruction, there is construction. I have accomplished it!"
Long Xixiang slowly put down his hand and looked at Nie Xianshan who was trying to remain calm. He smiled at first and then laughed out loud, making the latter's face turn blue and black.
"enough!"
Nie Xianshan still couldn't help it, he raised his hand, and the sword energy swept across, chopping down on the head.
Long Xixiang stopped laughing, but did not dodge or resist. He let the sword energy whizz towards him and disappear into the void behind him.
"The Great Perfection of Dragon Elephant Vajra Heaven."
Nie Xianshan's breathing became a little rapid.
"I have been sitting here for more than 40 years, but I have made some progress."
Looking at the four suns hanging in the sky, Long Xixiang felt that his mood was also bright. The haze of many years was swept away, and he felt extremely energetic:
"Old Nie, I feel that my current divine gifts should be no less than those of the two ancestors."
"..."
Nie Xianshan shook his body, took a deep breath, and finally felt relieved: "After forty years of fighting Wan Zhuliu day after day, you have accumulated enough..."
Long Xixiang didn't bother to exchange polite words with him, and said to himself: "Fifty years ago, I unfortunately lost in the third victory of the True Transmission Trial. Now that I have come out of retreat, I want to make up for it."
"you……"
Nie Xianshan's face darkened slightly, and he regretted coming here a little. This old guy was clearly poking at his lungs.
"go together?"
Long Xixiang waved his hand, and two golden lights in the temple fell on him. They were the Canglong cassock and his weapon, the Ancient Elephant Spirit Dragon Pestle.
"You are now going through the True Transmission Trial, do you still need the magic weapon?"
Nie Xianshan had a blank expression on his face.
"Yes, why not use it?"
Long Xixiang stood up.
"..."
Nie Xianshan turned away and was about to leave, but Long Xixiang seemed to have predicted it. He reached out and pressed his arm, then pulled him into the secret realm of health preservation.
Nie Xianshan finally became furious:
"Are you not finished yet?!"
……
……
It's noon, and there's a big house in the east of the city.
Several old servants stood there with their hands hanging down. Yan Chunyang was eating. He moved slowly and after a while, he wiped his hands and stood up.
"My Lord, this is the Hengshan Dragon and Tiger List, which records the elite disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Temple today..."
Only then did the waiting old servant dare to speak.
Yan Chunyang didn't answer, but just asked casually: "Long Xinglie is the first?"
"Yes."
"Then don't look at it."
Yan Chunyang raised his hand, and a faint light fell into his palm:
"Lead the way, Longhu Temple."
(End of this chapter)