Chapter 396: The Secret of the Weapon Casting Lineage
Chapter 396: The Secret of the Weapon Casting Lineage
“It’s hard to be the head of a family!”
Long Yingchan sighed deeply, making sure that the old man who was eavesdropping outside the door could hear it clearly.
"After all, you are still a little immature after forty years of experience..."
Long Yingchan waved his long eyebrows, stretched out his hand, took out a wine gourd, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and a red glow appeared on his old face.
As the strong liquor goes down my throat, I feel relaxed all over.
"Young man, what's the problem with being a little cautious?"
With his long eyebrows pinched, Long Yingchan was in a good mood.
He always puts caution first in everything he does, and always believes in fighting and killing later, and planning first. Unfortunately, none of his disciples are stable people, and all of them are brave and aggressive, always looking for a fight.
"This kid is very good."
He is extremely gifted, possesses a mysterious weapon of destiny, and can endure loneliness. He is cautious and prudent, and does not engage in meaningless fights with others...
"Junior brother, it's not that I am plotting against you, it's really that we need someone as reliable as this in the next generation."
Long Yingchan muttered to himself that he was really afraid that this kid would grow up to be a bad guy.
It would have been fine before, as Long Xixiang was seriously injured and had little guidance, so he could have corrected it through private training. But now that the old guy had broken through the Tiangang, he had to make some plans.
"Well... I have to prepare an initiation gift."
After taking a few sips of wine, Long Yingchan put the gourd on the ground. After thinking for a while, he turned into a wisp of mist and disappeared into the Dragon and Tiger Pagoda.
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At the intersection of Henglong Road and Yanshan Road, in a valley full of miasma.
bang~
A cave collapsed.
A tall figure in a scarlet cassock was sitting cross-legged, and the collapsing boulders were shattered into pieces before they could get close to him.
"Unity!"
As the smoke and dust spread, She Long's face was filled with shock, anger and astonishment:
"Long Xixiang actually broke through the Tiangang realm?!"
How can it be? !
Large pieces of dust were torn apart by an invisible force and blown out of the cave. She Long's chest rose and fell, and his eyes were full of disbelief:
"He actually removed Wan Zhuliu's sword intent, destroyed it and then rebuilt it, and advanced to the state of unity?!"
Click!
As the force surged, the cave collapsed.
She Long seemed unaware and allowed the dust from the boulder to engulf him. After a while, he pushed away the boulder in front of him and walked into the empty valley.
"Who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intent? The old ghost in Zhaixing Tower is still alive?"
She Long was deeply shocked, and even felt a chill in his heart: "Could it be that the old ghost came out of retreat and went to the Dragon and Tiger Temple to look for Master Qin?!"
"Unity..."
She Long's face twitched, and he felt a nameless anger surging in his heart.
"Long Xixiang broke through the Tiangang, so Fayin Tongzi and Xue Jin Gang are probably dead, right?"
It took She Long a while to calm down. He suspected that the incarnations of the two old ghosts might have also died in Longhu Temple, but they did not inform him.
"The state of unity..."
The night wind was howling and the moon was bright. She Long subconsciously paced in the valley, thinking about what he had just seen. His mood, which had just calmed down, began to fluctuate violently again.
Breaking the Tiangang, merging the mind and the spirit, the spirit is me and I am the spirit. This is the pinnacle of martial arts, the realm he has been pursuing all his life.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to rebel against the Longhu Temple and pursue the method of worshiping gods.
Nearly seventy years have passed, and he has still not made any progress. On the contrary, the three younger generations he taught back then, except Nie Xianshan, have all broken through the Tiangang and become one with the gods.
"Unwilling!"
She Long closed his eyes, but his eyelids still twitched and he felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart.
"Maybe I cherish my life too much?"
Muttering to himself, She Long was a little shaken. He had reached this step seventy years ago, but he had never dared to try to break the Tiangang.
"There is no construction without destruction. Perhaps... this is not appropriate. Long Xixiang will not live long. I have to fight... and be more cautious. If it fails..."
She Long stood in the night wind for a whole night. After dawn, he opened his eyes, his face looking a little pale.
hum~
He took out a red token from his arms, which was now glowing with light.
"Yan Tianxiong..."
This was another junior who annoyed him. She Long frowned, but still released the Flame Dragon Qi covering the token.
"Dragon King, are you done for?"
She Long was silent for a moment before he said, "It's over."
"Long Yingchan?"
"Long Xi Xiang!"
She Long did not hide it: "Long Xixiang has already eliminated Wan Zhuliu's sword intent, broken the Tiangang, and achieved unity."
"Um?!"
A surprised voice came from the other end of the token:
"Is there anyone in this world who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intent? Could it be that the old ghost in Zhaixing Tower is not dead? No, back then, the nine great masters of magic jointly carried out the 'God Punishment Ritual', so he couldn't be alive!"
She Long said expressionlessly: "I can't be wrong."
"If that old ghost is still alive..."
A whisper came from the other end of the token, as if in doubt: "Or has some extraordinary genius emerged from the Longhu Temple?"
"impossible!"
She Long shook his head decisively. He had been paying attention to Longhu Temple for so many years. If a disciple with such talent really appeared, he would not have failed to notice it.
"Long Xinglie is still the Daoist son, number one on the Dragon Ranking."
“It may not be hidden.”
The person on the other end of the token came to his senses: "But it's hard to say whether the old ghost is really alive..."
"possible."
She Long calmed down:
"Wan Zhuliu must have known about this a long time ago. He has been slow to report it, perhaps because he suspected that it was the old ghost..."
"We still need to try it out."
On the other side of the token, Yan Tianxiong frowned slightly: "Dragon King..."
slap~
The light and shadow collapsed.
In a temple in a deserted mountain, Yan Tianxiong was not surprised when he saw the token that had lost its color:
"The old guy is still so cautious."
"The way of martial arts is all about fighting. This old fellow is too timid. He has no hope of breaking through the Tiangang in this lifetime. It's ridiculous that the three descendants he personally pointed out back then actually produced two great mainland immortals!"
Next to the campfire, the woman in red who was roasting bear paws finally came to her senses from her surprise:
"Thinking of this, I want to become his disciple and ask for his guidance."
"I want, too."
A muffled voice came from the room, and the white-faced monk, who had shrunk to about eight feet tall, walked into the dilapidated temple:
"Master, do you want to take a detour?"
"...Wait a minute."
Yan Tianxiong pinched the goatee on his chin:
"In this world, a few hundred years ago, the only one who could remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intent was that old ghost. Could it be that he is not dead?"
"If the leader is afraid, why not give it a try?"
The white-faced monk said in a muffled voice: "The Ninth Dharma Master paid such a huge price. Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured and difficult to recover. Why should we be afraid of him?"
Yan Tianxiong's eyes moved: "Then, Elephant King, you..."
"…If the leader wants me to die, I will die."
"..."
Yan Tianxiong shifted his gaze and looked at the woman in red: "The Eagle King's lightness skills are unparalleled in the world, even a grandmaster can't catch up..."
"Master, are you willing to let me go?"
The woman in red was about to cry, and her attitude was very clear.
Are you kidding? Who is that old guy? How dare she provoke him?
"Then who's going?"
Yan Tianxiong didn't care about the reactions of his subordinates. Among the masters of his sect who joined the Evil God Cult, including himself, who was not afraid of death?
"Why don't you report it to the Dharma Masters?"
The red-dressed woman answered tentatively. "Yes, I report to you, Lords!"
The white-faced monk immediately agreed.
"Um……"
Yan Tianxiong hesitated for a moment:
"In that case, let's first notify 'Master Qian Yin'. He has a deep hatred for the old ghost in Zhaixing Tower. If he knows about this, he will definitely send someone to go..."
Having made up his mind, Yan Tianxiong immediately gave orders. After the two men left, he thought for a moment, took out a token from his bosom, used his true Qi to induce vomiting, and concentrated his mind to transmit the message:
"Brother Wan..."
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……
On Chungang Peak, smoke and fire were everywhere and the sound of iron hammering could be heard one after another.
"By classifying ore identification, iron forging, quenching, and polishing, the efficiency of weapon forging can be greatly improved. However, it is difficult to produce a master weapon forger in this way."
Walking out of the weapon foundry, Lei Jingchuan commented via voice transmission.
"Longhu Temple is famous for its elixirs, so it is naturally inferior in forging weapons. When it comes to forging weapons, Samadhi Cave and the imperial court are the strongest in the world."
On the cliff, Jing Shuhu sat cross-legged, as if he was channeling his internal energy.
It had been more than half a month since they arrived at the Dragon and Tiger Temple. With the help of the Grand Master to adjust their disordered meridians and Li Yuan's meticulous care, their injuries had mostly healed.
"That being said, with the power of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, there is no doubt that there will be no lack of divine craftsmen willing to join us as long as we open our mouths."
Looking at the fireworks floating in the sky, Lei Jingchuan felt quite regretful. The many iron materials on the Chungang Peak made him jealous.
Even though the Divine Weapon Valley is famous for its weapon casting, it cannot compare with the Dragon and Tiger Temple in terms of iron reserves.
"Alchemy is the only way to make huge profits. The Dragon and Tiger Temple may not look down on the profits from forging weapons. After all, it is difficult to find a master craftsman. Even in the imperial court and Samadhi Cave, how many master craftsmen are there?"
Jing Shuhu slowly adjusted his breathing, opened his mouth and spit out air, leaving a long trail in the air:
“This is good for us.”
"Too."
Lei Jingchuan didn't worry too much, he just felt a little sorry for those rare iron materials.
"I heard that the Valley Master negotiated some big deals this time?"
"Ah."
Jing Shuhu was quite emotional: "Little Li has such a big reputation. The orders that the Valley Master has taken on this time are enough for us to fight day and night for more than ten years!"
In the past few months, Gong Yangyu and Fengzhong have been very busy. They have attended countless banquets and negotiated a large number of weapon casting orders.
Not only the Longhu Temple, but also the four state sects, other prefecture sects, and even many sects outside Hengshan, have started doing business with the Divine Weapon Valley.
"May the Grandmaster bless you."
Lei Jingchuan sighed and couldn't help but taunt him: "If it weren't for my keen eye for talent, you wouldn't even want to teach him the art of weapon forging..."
"Shut up!"
Jing Shuhu's face darkened.
"hey-hey."
Lei Jingchuan was in a good mood. The only thing that made him better than Jing Shuhu in his life was his vision.
"Young man Li is only one step away from becoming a true master craftsman. He is only one step away from making a divine weapon with his own hands. Calculating the time, it should be soon, right?"
"……Um."
Jing Shuhu felt complicated. When he taught Li Yuan the art of forging weapons, he also thought that this kid would become a master craftsman one day, but he didn't expect that day would come so soon.
Looking back on his progress over the past few years, he felt incredible.
When he entered the mountain sect, he only tempered his body, but in just a few years, he had mastered the internal organs and cultivated the weapon-making technique to this level...
Lei Jingchuan didn't have that explanation. He was in a good mood. "By the way, why did Wanchuan invite you to a banquet yesterday? I've never seen that old guy invite you to a banquet before."
"Well, Wanchuan wants to return the treasures we lost to him before. He gave me the 'Red Flame Fire-Repelling Beads' yesterday."
Jing Shuhu's expression changed:
"I refused."
"Ok?"
The surprise on Lei Jingchuan's face froze for a moment: "You refuse?"
"The 'Red Flame Fire-Repelling Bead' and other treasures were won by the Wanchuan lineage with the weapon-making technique. They are sent to us now just to save face for Li."
Jing Shuhu understood why Wanchuan was like this, but he would not accept it.
"Master Longmen cured my old injury. Once I am fully recovered, I will use the same method to get the treasures of the ancestors back from the Seven Stars Palace!"
"Are you sure you can create a magic weapon?"
Lei Jingchuan frowned slightly.
"There may be some."
Jing Shuhu stood up and saw four suns in the sky:
"Let's go and find Li Xiaozi for a meal."
Lei Jingchuan glanced at him and felt a little anxious. If this tiger became a master craftsman, wouldn't he return the favor for his show-off over the past few days?
……
Pick vegetables, wash vegetables, cut vegetables, light the fire, add oil, and add meat.
In the small courtyard, Li Yuan was frying vegetables skillfully. Since Lei Jingchuan and the others came, he no longer had egg fried rice for every meal.
Before noon, he had already cooked three dishes and a soup, added a few hard-boiled eggs, and a pot of herbal wine, which was already quite a sumptuous meal.
At this time, the two old men also came back from their walk.
"How is the crafting of the magic weapon going?"
As soon as he sat down, Lei Jingchuan started asking questions. He was very concerned about this.
"It's only been the past two days."
Li Yuan poured wine for the two of them, and when he mentioned the matter, he seemed to be downplaying it. With his current attainments in weapon forging, he was still 70 to 80 percent confident.
"it is good!"
Lei Jingchuan raised his cup and said, "Thanks to the blessing of our ancestors, after more than 700 years, our Divine Weapon Valley has produced another master craftsman!"
"Come on, drink!"
Lao Lei was very excited and asked the two to clink glasses. Jing Shuhu was also asked by him to drink a large jar of wine.
"Master craftsman."
Jing Shuhu was a little drunk and discussed the art of weapon forging with Li Yuan. He had mastered the art many years ago. If he had not been injured, he would have tried to forge magic weapons long ago.
These days, whenever he had time, he would ask Lei Jingchuan to discuss the art of weapon forging with Li Yuan.
Li Yuan naturally had no reservations about this.
The master teaches his disciples, and the disciples give back to the master. This is the normal inheritance and improvement of skills.
"Speak slower..."
While the two were talking, Lei Jingchuan was listening nearby and asking questions from time to time. His weapon-making skills had not yet been perfected, so his attainments were not as good as the other two.
The three of them chatted and drank. Lei Jingchuan, who spoke the least, drank the most and passed out in a short while.
"Hiccup~"
At this time, Jing Shuhu burped:
"Little Li, do you know why the founder insisted on relocating the sect and giving up a state for a prefecture?"
"Ok?"
Li Yuan shook the empty wine jar, and his mind moved: "Isn't it because of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer?"
"Yes and no."
Jing Shuhu subconsciously glanced around and whispered:
"In fact, the weapon-making technique we learned came from the bottom of the cold pond, and it is suspected to have come from the previous owner of the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer..."
"Is there any follow-up to the weapon-making technique?"
Li Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
Jing Shuhu burped:
"Have!"
(End of this chapter)