Zhao Yun had taken off his robe and washed it in front of the well.
Yang Da and Wu Er were diligent enough and ran back and forth again and again with weapons in their arms. The young master's room was full, so they piled them outside the room. At a glance, under the old tree, in front of the stone table, and at the base of the wall, there were all weapons.
"Don't disturb me."
Zhao Yun changed his clothes, then turned around and entered the house. When he was done, he didn't forget to lock the door.
Lao Sun and the other three were puzzled and stood at the window to peek.
It's a pity that the young master even closed the window and couldn't see anything. It was because he couldn't see them that he was puzzled.
In the room, Zhao Yun looked left and right.
Speaking of Yang Da and Wu Er, they were really honest. Their beds were filled with weapons.
"Open the whole."
Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves and picked up a ghost-head knife. This knife was thick enough that ordinary people could not dance it. It was a heavy knife, weighing a hundred or ten kilograms. The workmanship was of high quality, except that it was made of iron.
There are also a lot of impurities, which greatly reduces the quality of this weapon.
After seeing it, he offered sacrifice to Tian Lei.
The tearing thunder and lightning made a stinging sound, and one after another was like a wandering electric snake, wrapping around the body of the knife.
Next, comes the tempering.
Since the weapons are impure in training, they need to be quenched out of impurities to increase their hardness and flexibility.
Click! Click!
Sounds like this were heard frequently and unnoticed, coming from the ghost-headed sword. A handful of ash floated out from the sword body. They were all impurities refined by lightning. They were previously mixed in the sword body and were actually of no use.
When he stopped, the thunder and lightning dissipated.
The Ghost Head Sword in his hand is still heavy, but it is three to five kilograms lighter, just because the impurities have been refined out.
I've lost three to five kilograms, so I'll make up for it.
Zhao Yun took a short spear and quenched out the impurities. The remaining iron material was smelted into the Ghost Tou Dao. In this way, it was the same 100 kilograms, but the front and back were different, and the hardness and flexibility were one level different.
"good."
Zhao Yun smiled, holding the ghost head knife in his hand, looking over it over and over again.
Tempered by thunder and lightning, this sword transformed.
There is also a vague thunder mark on the blade body, which looks tall at first sight.
He would like to improve it even more.
However, the material used to make this knife is too low-grade, and no matter how hard it is tempered, it cannot exceed the defined grade.
This is a limitation of the material itself.
What he can do is refine it to its purest and most essence.
However, tempering alone is enough.
He is not exaggerating. The hardness and flexibility of the Ghost Head Sword in his hand are already above those of the Liu Family Arms Shop. You must know that his lightning is at the level of sky thunder. Even if it does not reach its full power, it is not half-assed.
What can be compared with animal fire is that it is tempered, and the other party cannot be as refined as it is.
Why use a bull's knife to kill a pig?
There are ready-made weapons, which can be modified and remade a little. This is not the case for real weapon refining and forging, which requires a lot of effort. For example, his Longyuan Sword is still just a sword blank, meteorite iron from the sky.
It cannot be turned into a sword in March or May. At this stage, it is only suitable for hitting people.
"First thing."
Zhao Yun smiled and put the Ghost Head Sword into the already refined row.
Casually, there was another iron sword.
This is an extremely long process. After all, there are many weapons all over the house.
Night falls quietly.
In the room, he sat down tiredly, his face was pale, sweating profusely, and his spirit was listless.
Weapon refining is a technical job.
When you consume your true energy, you also consume your energy, that is, your mental power. If you can't withstand high-intensity training, you will give up halfway. For example, he was struggling with his life through tempering, and bloodshot eyes were already visible in his eyes.
"Tomorrow, buy some energy pills."
The Moon God suddenly said something, lying comfortably on the moon, without even opening his eyes, and said it quite casually.
"Easy to say." Zhao Yun wiped his sweat.
The so-called essence pill is a pill that nourishes the spirit. It is not appropriate to call it a pill. It is more accurate to call it a pill. The real pill is extremely precious, and it is impossible to find even one in the entire Forgotten City.
There is no way, alchemists are rarer than weapon refiners.
Talents like that have all gone to prosperous places, where the treatment is better, at least better than that of Wangu City in the remote countryside. Moreover, the materials for alchemy are basically not easy to find. The elixirs produced are not enough for oneself.
If you put it up for sale, even if it were for sale, it would already have been booked.
"Have you heard that Liu Cangkong will celebrate his birthday in a month?"
"The news has spread throughout Wangu City, and the invitations sent out can fill a carriage."
"It's different to be related to Tianzong."
"I get angry when I mention the Liu family, and Liu Ruyue. Fortunately, our young master treats her so well."
Outside the room, there were voices.
Yang Da and Wu Er, with their military stores closed and nothing to do, squatted under a tree with their hands on their hands and chatted.
Boss Lao Sun was also there, holding an old pipe and smoking it. He glared at the two of them, as if to say, can you two lower your voices? You think the young master is not bad enough?
Squeak!
When he looked, the window opened a corner and a piece of gold ingot flew out.
"Go buy a chamber pot."
Zhao Yun's faint words came from the room.
"Y...pot?"
Yang Da held the ingot in his hand and looked tentatively at the room.
"Pure iron."
Zhao Yun added, "With the remaining money, buy some wine and meat."
"Fine and fair?"
Hearing these two words, Yang Dawu'er's eyes suddenly lit up, and his mouth was full of laughter. He couldn't remember the last time he ate meat. However, he was short of money, and it was also because the business of the military store was too bleak.
"Okay!"
The two of them ran out of the small garden one after another with the money in their pockets, their legs and feet feeling numb.
"Great birthday."
In the room, Zhao Yun's sneer was quite chilling.
The chamber pot is a good thing. I didn't buy it just to play around with. I bought it for Liu Cangkong.
After humiliating my Zhao family like this, you still want to spend your birthday comfortably? Spend your sister’s birthday.
If it weren't for his lack of strength, what he asked to buy wasn't a chamber pot... but a coffin.
"Chamber pot."
Moon Goddess held a strand of illusory hair and muttered. In her memory, there was also such a talent. No matter who had a birthday, they would give one to others, and each one was as big as a mountain.
Buzz!
Here, Zhao Yun has put down a long spear. It is originally black but after being tempered by thunder, it becomes shiny and golden. From time to time, you can see the breath of thunder. If you poke it with a spear, it can make a big hole in a stone.
Click! Click!
He did not stop, and devoted himself to dismantling the three functions, while tempering, while refining the body, and at the same time running the Taichu Heavenly Thunder Technique, with the support of thunder and lightning, and combined with the Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing Sutra, these two techniques were very domineering.
“Haste makes waste.”
The Moon God said something leisurely, then turned to his side and fell asleep.
"Easy to say."
Zhao Yun responded, but his hands were not idle. He was a martial arts fanatic and a lunatic.
Not long after, Yang Dawu Er returned.
Yang Da was okay, he was carrying two jars of wine in one hand and good meat and vegetables in the other. Looking at Wu Er, he was very domineering, holding an extra-large chamber pot in his arms, which weighed enough to weigh twenty or thirty kilograms.
When Lao Sun first saw it, he couldn't take a good cigarette and coughed violently.
Zhao Yun finally came out. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale. When he left the room, he didn't step firmly.
"Master."
"Have a meal."
It’s time to eat. I’m so hungry. I’m training my body every day. I’m so hungry that my eyes are filled with stars.
Under the old tree, a wine table was set up.
The picture is still very warm, there is a bright and bright shopkeeper, and the servants also take advantage of it.
After the meal, Zhao Yun patted his belly and stood up.
Yang Dawu Er is not very impressive. Maybe he hasn't eaten meat for a long time, and he still licks his hands.
Zhao Yun smiled and threw back another money bag when he left.
"Master, this..." Lao Suntou stood up.
"Don't worry, it's not the money on the account." Zhao Yun waved his hands with his back to the three of them. The whole set of actions clearly stated what he meant: follow the young man to hang out, be popular and drink spicy food.
"It's better, young master."
Wu Er opened the money bag and said, Oh my God! There must be more than a hundred taels.
In the room, thunder sounded, and Zhao Yun started to adjust again.
Zhao Yun started again, sacrificed thunder and lightning, and opened the military store three days later. He had to make a name for himself. Not only did he have to defend his grandfather's hard work, he also had to disgust the Liu family.
Um?
The Moon God who was lying on the moon didn't know why he was crazy. He was in a false sleep, but he suddenly sat up and stood still for three seconds before looking at Zhao Yun.
This look was different from the past, those dreamy and water-like beautiful eyes slowly narrowed into a line.
"How is that possible?"
No one could hear her whisper, only the deep meaning in her eyes was indescribable.