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Chapter One Thousand and Four: Artifact Refining(1/2)

The atmosphere in the main hall was a bit heavy, and Liu Wuxie couldn't say anything.
After all, he is an outsider and cannot get involved.
"Brother Liu, you should have seen what happened at the Villa. You may be a little busy today. I will arrange for you to rest first. When there is news, I will inform you as soon as possible."
Ji Qiu didn't treat Liu Wuxie as an outsider. He could tell it when he spoke, telling Liu Wuxie not to see outsiders and treat this place as his home.
"Then there's Brother Lao Ji."
Liu Wuxie wasn't pretentious either.
Being polite to Ji Qiu and his wife at this time would make him look too outsider.
People don't treat you as an outsider, so you have to be polite. If it's not pretentious, what else is it?
Soon someone arranged a small courtyard for Liu Wuxie.
Although it's not big, it's quiet.
Being treated like this proves how high Liu Wuxie's status is in the minds of Ji Qiu and his wife.
Most people come and stay in guest rooms, and it is impossible to arrange a separate courtyard.
After Liu Wuxie moved in, she seldom went out and stayed quietly in the yard.
In the evening, Ji Qiu and his wife came once, chatted briefly with Liu Wuxie and then left.
Tonight we have to discuss who will fight, so we won’t let Liu Wuxie take over.
Wait three days later, after the sword competition is over, and make arrangements to properly support Liu Wuxie.
The couple are the backbone of Mingjian Villa, so they naturally want to attend this kind of meeting.
After not seeing each other for two years, Ji Qiu and his wife have broken through to the advanced spiritual realm.
Liu Wuxie stood in the courtyard and looked at the stars.
The night in Beicheng is very cold, the starry sky is very bright, and occasionally a few snowflakes fall from the sky.
He could feel that Xu Lingxue and Murong Yi were in Beicheng. That kind of spiritual connection could be felt even if they were hundreds of millions of miles apart.
same!
On a mountain top, two women were wrapped in pure white snow velvet fur, covering their whole bodies, making them look stunningly beautiful.
"Sister Murong, what do you think Brother Liu will be doing now?"
The woman on the right turned her face sideways and asked.
The moment he turned his face from side to side, his peerless appearance was revealed, causing the surrounding world to suddenly become eclipsed.
The woman on the left turned her face sideways, revealing a delicate face that was breathtakingly beautiful.
Maybe the whole world felt their beauty, and those snowflakes seemed to be dancing, falling freely.
When it landed next to them, it actually spun around and landed on their shoulders on purpose.
"Maybe just like us, look at the stars!"
Murong Yi tightened her collar. She had been in Beicheng for several months, but she still couldn't adapt to the harsh environment here.
Especially in this mountain, the temperature is much lower than that in the big city.
Living here is originally a kind of suffering.
The benefits are also obvious. The spiritual energy here is mellow, and practicing here will get twice the result with half the effort.
The same sky, the same state of mind, just different areas.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
The sound of clashing weapons pulled Liu Wuxie's thoughts back from the starry sky.
Originally, Liu Wuxie was thinking about what kind of world was outside the Star Territory.
In three years, he had to enter the star field to save Han Feizi.
Gently opening the courtyard door, Liu Wuxie walked over following the sound of weapons clashing.
The courtyards nearby are very quiet, with almost no people living there, so they should belong to private property.
After passing through several courtyards, Liu Wuxie suddenly stopped, and the sound came from this courtyard.
Moreover, the courtyard door was not closed. At this moment, a man with a broken arm stood in the center of the courtyard. He raised a hammer with one hand and struck hard on the long sword on the horn pier.
Every time the hammer hits, bursts of sparks will burst out from the sword.
There are still people using such ancient weapon refining techniques.
Liu Wuxie now refines weapons and has long used weapon patterns to carve them. Although he also uses flames to sinter them, he will never use a hammer to forge them.
In front of the man with the broken arm, there was a huge stove. The temperature was so high that there was no chill in the yard.
Generally, weapon refining is done in the weapon refining room. This one-armed man is a bit interesting, actually refining the weapon in the yard.
It should have something to do with the environment in Beicheng.
Refining weapons inherently requires fire attributes, and all parts of Beicheng are covered with ice.
Stuffing the tempered long sword into the furnace, the terrifying flames instantly enveloped the long sword.
After waiting for about a minute, he took out the sword embryo and placed it aside in cold water.
"呲呲呲……"
A burst of smoke came out, blocking Liu Wuxie's sight.
"Crack!"
Soon, a crisp click sound emerged from the smoke, and the sword embryo suddenly broke into two sections.
Then the broken sword fell to the ground, making a crisp clang sound.
The smoke dissipated, and only half of the sword was left in the hand of the man with a broken arm, with a look of decadence on his face.
"Why, exactly why."
The man with the broken arm threw half of the sword into the furnace, grabbed his head with one hand, and asked himself why.
The weapon refining skills of Mingjian Villa are very famous in Beicheng.
It is a pity that a fire a hundred years ago burned down the library of Mingjian Villa, causing several precious artifact refining techniques in Mingjian Villa to disappear in the fire.
This caused the weapon refining techniques at Mingjian Villa to regress for decades, especially the most famous silver wire weapon refining technique at Mingjian Villa.
This is the secret of Mingjian Villa that is not passed down and is only passed down to every owner of the village.
Before he could pass it on to himself, his father passed away suddenly.
"who!"
Just as Liu Wuxie was about to turn around and leave, he stepped on the snow with his right foot and heard a slight sound. He was soon discovered by the man with a broken arm.
Now that he was discovered, Liu Wuxie couldn't just leave like this.
"Greetings to Senior. I had no intention of disturbing Senior's refining. I was just attracted by the sound of Senior's refining, so I came over. I had no intention of peeping."
Liu Wuxie explained quickly.
"What's your name and why are you here?"
The man with the broken arm put away his depressed expression and asked Liu Wuxie.
Those who can enter here are definitely not ordinary people. They are the core beings of Mingjian Villa. Why does he know nothing about Liu Wuxie?
No wonder he asked this question, in case some evil person broke into Mingjian Villa without him knowing about it.
"Junior Liu Wuxie is a friend of Ji Qiu and his wife."
Liu Wuxie crossed his fists, as if he had guessed who the man with the broken arm in front of him was.
Hearing that he was Ji Qiu's friend, the man with the broken arm softened his eyes.
"I haven't had anyone to chat with me for a long time. Since I'm passing by, let's come in and sit."
The man with the broken arm waved for Liu Wuxie to come in. Ji Qiu's friend naturally couldn't neglect him.
"Wouldn't it affect the senior's refining of weapons?"
To be continued...
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