But now, even practitioners have to seek official positions. How can ordinary people believe that their ancestors were once able to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods and demons?
"I understand." He Lingchuan took out the potion from his pocket and poured five drops into Elder Liang's empty bottle.
Elder Liang looked at his disciple, who ran out of the tent.
A quarter of an hour later, he came back again, holding a wooden bead in his hand.
This is the underwater wooden bead where the beast soul lives.
He Lingchuan took it and saw that it seemed to be the soul of a giant ape.
Yes, not bad, no shoddy goods, the transaction is completed.
Elder Liang smiled at him and calmed down, still neither salty nor bland.
Looking at his leaving figure, He Lingchuan shrugged.
Although the history of nearly three thousand years is complicated, it cannot be blamed only on the gods and demons who are tempting people, but on the number of people in the world who have forgotten their ancestors. The Immortal Sect has also done many unreasonable things, which not only destroyed the heavenly achievements established by the ancestors, but also failed in the eyes of the common people.
Gained favorability.
These are contents that Elder Liang deliberately did not mention, but He Lingchuan gnawed books as food in Wenxuan Pavilion in Panlong's dream, and saw many works in this field, so he did not just believe them.
Look, there are indeed benefits to reading more leisure books, right?
Next, he gulped down his breakfast and went to find someone in the military camp.
Two quarters of an hour later, he went to find Lingguang again.
The monkey occupied a tent and concentrated on research, and no strangers were allowed in. For the sake of Mr. He and its ability to help the sick and the sick, the logistics officer did not care that it had destroyed the entire camp last night.
The chicken is flying and the dog is jumping.
As soon as He Lingchuan entered the tent, Lingguang turned around and glared, wanting to curse. When she saw it was him, her monkey mouth retracted.
"Have you found anything yet?"
Lingguang suddenly withered: "It still takes some time."
He Lingchuan saw that its two monkey eyes were red, and knew that it had stayed up all night. "The great immortals in the Middle Ages didn't even study the way out, and you figured it out in one night? Okay, take a rest, and take the elixir by the way."
Lend me the stove."
The monkey immediately became nervous. As a medicine monkey, the alchemy furnace is its lifeblood: "What are you going to do?"
"I want to practice something, but I don't have a suitable stove at hand. Just lend it to me. It will be very fast."
"Whatever medicine you need, I'll make it."
"I want to make a prop, do you know how to do it?" He Lingchuan glanced around the tent, but did not see the alchemy furnace.
The monkey was even more surprised: "Weapon refining? You?" What kind of weapons are you refining on the front line? Why don't you go back to Dunyu City and find Li Fubo again?
"Hurry up, don't scratch it, I won't damage your stove!" He Lingchuan became impatient, "I'll make a bronze man, it's so easy!"
"Copper smelter?" Lingguang was stunned, "My furnace can't hold it."
"It's small." He Lingchuan gestured, "It's only half the size of my palm."
He urged again and again, and Lingguang reluctantly took out the toy-like three-legged stove from his pocket, placed it on the ground, and muttered a few words.
The brass stove suddenly became larger, about six feet high, and was so bright that it could reflect light.
It can be seen that Lingguang always takes good care of it.
He Lingchuan had been pondering the Golden Armor Bronze Man Technique in Panlong's dream, going over and over every detail many times. After all, the refining cost was extremely high, and even he couldn't afford the slightest mistake.
Fortunately, this secret technique has a special feature:
The difficulty of the Bronze Man Technique lies in how the owner controls it, but refining it is simple, with only four or five steps in total.
It's quite friendly to a newbie/rookie like him.
The stove had been started and the heat was at three-points. He Lingchuan followed the instructions in the secret scroll and put the gold, fine iron and other materials inside one by one.
When he looked at the drawings in his dream, he discovered that he actually had six of the seven or eight materials needed to refine the bronze figure on hand!
They were all the scraps left over from remaking the Fusheng Sword. He didn't have time to clean up the storage ring, so they turned into ready-made materials. In particular, gold and fine iron were the most important. Without them, the bronze figure would be just copper clay.
, there is no basis at all.
As for the remaining one or two types, although they are missing, the great thing is that the outer skin of the bronze man is not that thick and the movements are not that flexible. The secret volume also explains that if the maker has experience in the later stage, he can add additional materials during refining, making DIY more convenient.
The distinctive bronze figure in golden armor.
He Lingchuan doesn't need anything more distinctive at this stage, he just wants a pair of copper skin and iron bones that can defend, fight and assist.
He also understood Ling Guang's surprise, but after a dream last night, Wen Daolun once again reminded him that the evil he was facing was difficult to resolve, which made him feel even more urgent, so he decided to refine the bronze man as soon as possible.
There is no perfect preparation in this world. The most suitable one at the moment is the best.
He kept urging Lingguang to raise the temperature of the furnace, otherwise the tungsten metal would not melt at all. Thanks to the power of the furnace in Lingguang's hand, and some special elixirs actually had to add metal and various hardwoods that were difficult to burn, otherwise
Ordinary medicine stoves can only heat to four to five hundred degrees, and cannot even smelt iron.
The alchemy furnace heated up all the way, and Lingguang didn't know where its limit was, so he became more and more cautious. Fortunately, at this time, the most difficult-to-melt metal began to soften. Lingguang carefully controlled the temperature of the furnace, and He Lingchuan took out a set of
Template: "Fall here."
Ling Guang didn't dare to speak, her eyes clearly asked: "Where did it come from?"
This template is about the size of two palms, with a human-shaped groove in the middle, and is divided into many layers and parts. It is a very standard metal forming template.
This is the main front line of the war. Where did He Lingchuan get this complete set of templates in such a hurry?
He grinned: "Yesterday someone summoned the green scarf warriors to beat the cow. Do you still remember?"
Lingguang nodded.
"He has it over there. I borrowed it for two taels of silver. I have to pay it back when I use it up." That man was not refining a gold-armored bronze man, but the appearance of such a large summoned object was not much different, so I borrowed a universal one.
Just a template will do.
On the inside, men pay attention to the inside!
The monkey rolled his eyes, who are these people?
Next, it was necessary to cast the parts in layers. Fortunately, the pharmacist's alchemy furnace already had divisions to avoid confusing the properties of the medicine. At this time, He Lingchuan instructed Lingguang to separate the fine iron, red copper, frost silver, and thulium gold.
Injection molded to correspond to the bronze man's bones, muscles, tendons and activities.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The monkey's hands are very steady, and He Lingchuan's luck is very fast, so there are no mistakes.
After the first layer of bones was laid, He Lingchuan cut his wrist and drained some blood while the molten iron was not completely solidified. After completing the main process of identification, he dipped the blood in the iron bones to carve runes on it.
Each rune is smaller than a fly's head and is written in ancient immortal language. At this time, he has to thank Sun Fuling. Master Sun's rigorous tutoring these days has made his foundation of ancient immortal language more solid. In this kind of race against time,
Only when you can write not a single symbol wrong——
If there is a mistake in writing, the bronze figure will have to be refinished.
Before the bones solidified, he finally finished carving all the runes.
The following processes were carried out normally one by one. When all the molten metal was completely solidified, he had a complete set of components for a bronze man...
He Lingchuan put together the DIY bronze figure, installed the beast soul he had just obtained into it as a brain, stuffed a small piece of Xuan Jing into the back of it, and began to try to control it with chanting techniques.
It is said that the first communication is the most critical. Whether you can be in sync with each other later depends on the first time.
After he tested it over and over again, perhaps out of frustration, the little bronze man finally turned his head, looked at He Lingchuan, and then showed his middle finger.
This is what the owner wanted it to do. It's just that He Lingchuan originally wanted it to hold up its index finger.
"It's done!" He Lingchuan clapped his hands. This excitement can only be compared to the first time he received the toy seventeen or eight years ago. As for the minor fallacy of pointing the wrong finger, it should be fine after many manipulations and debugging, or maybe
It's because we cut corners during refining, missing two kinds of ingredients.
Lingguang watched eagerly, having just controlled the fire until it was sweating profusely: "How big can it get?"
"It has to be at least one foot tall, right?"
One person and one monkey looked at each other and said in unison: "Let's go out and try!"
The guards outside the tent were frightened when they heard:
What tricks do these ancestors want to play? Didn't they have enough last night?
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Bailiqing's deputy general Fu Xin led a dozen soldiers all the way north and walked on the mountain road for a whole day before arriving at Xinqiao Township.
Before we entered the countryside, two men jumped out of the bushes on the roadside.
Fu Xin was startled, drew his knife and looked, only to realize that it was one of his own.
The other party said: "General Hong ordered us to wait here to assist General Baili."
Fu Xin's hand holding the knife tightened: "General Baili has already died. From the mine... we are the only ones coming here."
The two were shocked: "Others, where are the others?"
Fu Xin shook his head.
The two people looked uncomfortable, and Fu Xin said bitterly: "You followed Hong Chenglue. Tell me, have you intercepted the officers and soldiers coming from the west?"
The two soldiers looked at each other and said nothing.
Fu Xin also knew the answer, gritted his teeth and said: "Lead the way."
The two of them also asked a routine question: "Are there any pursuers behind you?"
"No, we have verified it several times!" Fu Xin's cheek muscles jumped, "Hurry up and lead the way!"
The two men then led them into the forest and dived northeast.
"Hong Chenglue is not in Xinqiao Township?" Fu Xin was no longer polite now and called General Hong by his real name.
"No, General Hong chose another location."
The dozen or so people walked further and further into the desert, but there were always animal trails to follow, and Fu Xin also found many fresh horse hoof prints.
We walked like this for another four or five hours, and even climbed halfway up the mountain when the guide said, "We're here."
"That's it?"
Fu Xin looked up at the village above.
There are wooden palisade walls, horse-rejecting posts, watchtowers, and hanging doors. They all look like they are old, and they don't look like they were just built.
He followed the guide and walked in, not missing the traces of cuts and axes everywhere, as well as the blood stains that had not been cleaned up.
There are seventeen or eight row houses in the village, all connected together. The walls are thick, the doors and windows are small, and the windows are located very high. At first glance, they look like a combination of watchtowers and houses.
The most important thing is that there are signs that someone has lived here for a long time.
"What was this place originally?"
"The bandit's den." The soldier who led the way said, "The local name is Jinyin Mountain. We just captured the bandit's lair last night. General Hong said that we will stay here for the time being."