Duan Qingyan waited in the master's hall with reverence for the master's refining of weapons and souls.
Regardless of the master's level, this is Duan Qingyan's first time watching Rong Ling.
The soul-melting weapon is a Qingfeng long sword forged by Duan Qingyan. Unfortunately, I didn't know about soul-melting at the time, so this sword did not contain precious marrow iron.
The master's weapon refining room was also an eye-opener for Duan Qingyan. The master had all the forging tools used in Duan's Forging Hall and the Smelting Hall, and there was also a very strange cage containing small beads that were squeaking and scurrying around.
"This is a low-level spirit body." Xingxingcao pointed at the small bead in the cage.
"Aren't we going to stuff them into weapons? How cruel." Duan Qingyan couldn't help feeling sick, but he didn't expect that the so-called soul-melting meant depriving small animals of their souls.
"I heard that you forge in the house every day, don't you want to learn to forge weapons?"
"I want to." Duan Qingyan really thought about it, but she had not reached the innate level and had not completed the second task assigned by Master Tianchui. Even if he killed him, he would not teach her how to make weapons, and he was not even willing to tell her about it.
"If you want to learn to make weapons, put away your cheap sympathy. The way of cultivation is to go against the will of heaven, fight with heaven, fight with people, and fight with other lives. If you don't believe me, just ask who has it.
Not stained with blood?"
Duan Qingyan lowered his head and said nothing.
"You are the same, you still have human blood." Taoist priest Xingxingcao sneered.
Duan Qingyan bit his lip, pretending not to hear, steeled his mind, and answered loudly: "Master taught me that!"
"Well, being a teacher doesn't mean that you will kill innocent people indiscriminately and be cruel and bloodthirsty. Then you will become a demon cultivator. The main thing is your temperament." Taoist priest Xingxingcao continued to point out in a rare and gentle manner, "Refining weapons with spirit will erase the consciousness of these spirit bodies.
, they are actually dead, and the spirit body is just an unconscious existence. Only high-level spirit bodies can retain consciousness, such as humans. Therefore, using the undead to refine weapons is not allowed, do you understand?"
"I got it." Duan Qingyan felt that they must have misinformed him. Taoist priest Xingxingcao was obviously very professional in weapon refining, so how could he keep losing in battles?
She had never learned these things in the Duan family, and her master opened a window for her. Through this window, she realized the essence of weapon refining such as spirit.
"Well, it's a good sword. It has great toughness. I haven't seen such a good weapon for a long time." He flicked the Qingfeng sword forged by Duan Qingyan with his finger, and Taoist Priest Xingcao showed praise in his eyes.
"It seems that you have studied hard at the Duan family. With this weapon, my success rate of soul fusion can be increased again."
Duan Qingyan is confused, your success rate is also related to the weapon?
"Integrating spirit with spirit means integrating the spirit body into the artifact. If the carrying capacity of the artifact is not enough, how can the spirit body be accommodated? It is strange that most people will not pay special attention to the carrying capacity if they are not forging weapons specifically for the purpose of refining them. Yours
Who taught you how to make weapons?" The master couldn't put it down, which destined Duan Qingyan's miserable life as a coolie.
"My fifteenth uncle." Duan Qingyan replied.
"Duan Siwen?"
"Hmm." Duan Qingyan was puzzled. The master actually knew the Duan family so well? Could it be that the master was also a member of the Duan family? Otherwise, why would he be so keen on refining weapons?
However, she still resisted asking. In Feicaifeng, not asking questions that shouldn't be asked is the way to be a disciple.
"What are you looking at? Do you think my teacher's breasts are big?"
"Uh, ah, yes." Duan Qingyan's head was full of black lines. She dared to say it, right? One of Feicaifeng's three taboos. But this would involve unconscionably saying that the flat-chested master has big breasts. God, can I change the master?
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The master suddenly felt better and continued to make preparations for refining while explaining the precautions for refining to Duan Qingyan.
I learned really well from the master's theoretical classes, and I feel like I have a lot of experience.
Duan Qingyan was full of admiration. The genius uncle must be jealous of his master to slander him so much. Anyway, Mr. Tianchui's vision is not that high, and ordinary weapon refiners and blacksmiths can't catch his eye.
After making all preparations, spending a teacup of saliva, and strictly ordering Duan Qingyan not to make any sound while she was refining the weapon, Taoist Priest Xingxingcao finally started to melt spirits with a solemn expression.
Uncle Tianchui couldn't help it anymore and fell down laughing in Duan Qingyan's sea of consciousness.
Duan Qingyan is depressed, this bastard is making fun of people.
"I bet that she will fail. If I win, you will take me to meet beautiful women."
"What if you lose?"
"Will I lose?" Mr. Sky Hammer suddenly became furious. "I will lose? Who am I? How could I lose? How dare you, a puny human being, to despise my great Sky Hammer? Do you know that I am your level?
Provided by our ancestors."
"Shut up. Do you want to gamble or not?"
"Bet, if I lose, I'll teach you how to make weapons immediately. But if I win, I won't have this flat chest. You'll take me to fuck your three senior sisters."
"make a deal."
Poor Taoist Priest Xingxingcao was still doing the most important step of preparing for the war - to be calm and calm, little did he know that one man and one hammer had already placed a bet for her.
The next move of Taoist Priest Xingxingcao dazzled Duan Qingyan. He is truly an expert. Once an expert makes a move, there will be nothing but wood.
This technique is indeed the result of having been refined n times and wasted n amount of materials.
Duan Qingyan stared at the movements of Taoist Priest Xingcao without blinking, for fear of missing any detail.
All actions and meditation are actually secondary. The main thing is to integrate the spherical spiritual ball with this weapon.
Director Xingxingcao took a deep breath, drank, and melted!
What a big movement.
Before Duan Qingyan could realize what was going on, he was already held under his arm by his master and rushed out of the weapon refiner.
Outside the main hall, the three senior sisters were looking at the scenery as if nothing had happened. Out of the corner of their eyes, they "accidentally" saw the embarrassed master and junior sister.
"Am I right?" The second senior brother said as if he had known such a result.
"Poor fifth junior sister." Ye Shunshun also sighed.
"It's okay, the fifth junior sister doesn't have an image anyway."
"..." Huangfu Xi'er turned his head and looked at Duan Qingyan sympathetically.
Because Master Shifu had left Duan Qingyan, who had been turned into a beggar, and went to change clothes by skillfully climbing over the roof.
Sure enough, practice makes perfect. When we met again, Master and she were still looking sanctimonious.
Duan Qingyan crawled back helplessly, and the kind-hearted Fourth Senior Sister came to help her. A dark hammer fell from Duan Qingyan's hand and fell into the crook of Huangfu He'er's arm.
Knowing that Fifth Junior Sister likes to forge iron, and the hammer is a tool she never leaves behind, Huangfu Heer didn't throw it away.
The poor girl was eaten by the wretched old Tianchui guy. Duan Qingyan silently said in his heart, "Fourth Senior Sister, I'm sorry, I will make it up to you."
Looking up, what he saw was Huangfu Xi'er's sweet smile.
This fourth senior sister basically avoided Duan Qingyan at first and treated Duan Qingyan like a scourge, causing Duan Qingyan to mistakenly think that she disliked her for being ugly.
After being in contact with it for a long time, I realized that this shy little girl is shy. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)