Hua Zhenxing gave a detailed introduction to yesterday's situation, including the various magical inheritances he had received.
He did not talk about the specific content of these secret techniques. Without Locke's permission, he could not leak the secrets of the Fulgen family without permission. He only analyzed the types and functions of various magical techniques.
Yang Tehong nodded slightly: "This Luo Fugen is quite an open person, at least he knows who to be open to.
As for you, you still have to focus on the art of cultivating the essence. It doesn’t matter whether you learn those magical arts or not. The key is to understand them. You can’t slack off in what I teach you to practice."
Hua Zhenxing: "Of course I won't... Mr. Yang, where is the artifact you always want to give me?"
Yang Tehong: "How did you know I was going to give you a magical weapon?"
Hua Zhenxing: "In Brussels, that morning, among the spiritual imprints you always left for me, there was a divine soul imprint on how to sacrifice and use a certain artifact. The inheritance is there, but where is the thing?"
At this moment, Master Ke's voice came: "Eating braised noodles early in the morning is a bit luxurious." Turning around, Ke Mengchao and Mo Shangtong walked in side by side.
Yang: What day is it today? Three old men are here again. The old man raised his head and said: "A bowl of noodles is so extravagant. Are you mistaken about the era?"
Mo Shangtong: "Xiao Ke is not referring to the era but the place. Isn't it a bit luxurious in Fesuo Port?"
Hua Zhenxing quickly stood up and said, "Have you two had breakfast?"
The two elders said in unison: "I haven't eaten yet."
Hua Zhenxing: "Sit down first and I'll do it for you."
He was very well-behaved and did not ask any more questions about the artifact. He ran into the kitchen to boil water again, cooked noodles, made stew, and poured stew. He brought a large bowl to Uncle Mo and Mr. Ke. After they had finished eating, he put all the bowls away.
The chopsticks were put away, a pot of tea was brewed, and cups were placed for the three elderly people to fill.
Old Man Yang did not wait for Hua Zhenxing to ask any more, and took the initiative to say: "We do intend to give you a divine weapon today. According to the tradition of the monks of the Eastern Kingdom, you have broken through the four realms and can become a master."
Hua Zhenxing: "Teacher? Don't you want to teach me anymore?"
Old Man Yang shook his head: "That's not what I mean. As the saying goes, there are still many things you haven't learned yet. "Coming out of school is a way of saying that you have graduated and can start working."
Hua Zhenxing: "I haven't gone to school, I have been working for a long time."
"I can't explain such a simple thing!" Ke Mengchao rolled his eyes at Yang Tehong, then looked at Xiaohua and said, "It's very simple. It can be compared to the opera tour in the past. After the apprentice has learned the lesson, he can go on stage and sell tickets."
Hua Zhenxing: “Where can I go on stage to sell tickets?”
"Your explanation is neither fishy nor fishy!" Mo Shangtong also rolled his eyes at Ke Mengchao, and then explained to Xiaohua, "Just like an apprentice in a workshop, you can complete some operations independently. But you must continue to learn and strive for excellence.
I haven’t learned many of Master’s skills yet.”
Hua Zhenxing: "Oh, I almost understand."
"What do you understand? You make such a simple thing so complicated." Old Man Yang said with some dissatisfaction, "According to the past saying, you can travel in the mountains. According to your dream, you can become an intermediate yangyuan
A technical instructor."
Hua Zhenxing nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, you three all made it very clear."
Old Man Yang: "Let's talk about that magical weapon. In fact, you have already used it."
Hua Zhenxing: "Is it the stick that stabbed Frick to death?"
Old Man Yang: "Yes! You first processed that stick yourself, and then I added something to it and made it into a magical tool."
Mo Shangtong interjected: "Old Yang combined a sacred weapon with your stick. The sacred weapon is still a sacred weapon, but it looks like your stick."
"Don't interrupt!...You, Uncle Mo, are right. That's how the stick came to be. After you took it out last time, the three of us worked together to refine another treasure and put it in. It is no longer a stick.
, but a magic gun."
Hua Zhenxing: "Where is the magic gun?"
Old Man Yang: "It's in my hand. I've been sitting opposite for so long, haven't you seen it yet?"
In your hand? Old man Yang was eating noodles just now, and the chopsticks he used were normal. Now his left hand is empty, and his right hand is holding a tea cup. Where did the magic gun come from... Hua Zhenxing suddenly discovered that old man Yang really had something extra in his hand.
, wondered: "Is this the bracelet?"
Old Man Yang: "To be precise, it's a vine ring. My ancestor had a magic weapon that looked like this, but the magical power is different."
Old Man Yang usually doesn't wear jewelry, but today he has an extra bracelet on his right wrist. It looks like it's made of wood or rattan. It's very thin, less than five centimeters in diameter.
If you look closely, you will see that the stick that Hua Zhenxing once used has been shrunk countless times, and is coiled into an oval shape that is connected end to end, but it is not completely connected, leaving a small gap in the middle.
Hua Zhenxing read it for a long time before asking: "Mr. Yang, do you call this vine ring a magic gun?" He secretly complained that the inappropriate naming method of this article is almost the same as the Feiyun boots named by Uncle Mo.
Yang Tehong: "The magic weapon mainly depends on its magical functions. I am just making an analogy, not naming it. Although you can't master all its magical functions now, at least it can be used. I will demonstrate it to you first!"
As he spoke, he put down the tea cup, flipped it over with his right hand, and the vine ring disappeared from his wrist, returning to its straight shape and held in his hand, like a twig.
Then with a shake of his hand, the branch turned into a long stick with a sharpened end, just like the original stick. With another shake of his hand, he picked up a bunch of lychees on the treetop.
Maybe it's because of the climate in Fesoport that the lychee tree planted by Mr. Yang in the courtyard will bloom and bear fruit all year round, but it only bears the most fruit at the end of the heavy rainy season every year. Although it bears very little fruit at other times, it does.
During the fruit-bearing season this year, Hua Zhenxing had picked all the ripe fruits, and now there are some more, which are all high in the treetops.
This stick was originally more than three meters long, and this bunch of lychees was hanging on a treetop about ten meters high. Old Yang just held the stick and shook it. He either picked the lychees from the air or picked them with a stick.
Hua Zhenxing could see and sense clearly that the stick suddenly stretched out ten meters long, and the end was still in Old Man Yang's hand. A bunch of lychees was held in his left hand, and the long stick in Old Man Yang's right hand had disappeared and turned into a
The rattan ring is worn on the wrist.
Old Yang's demonstration was very cool. The only flaw was that the stick made a hole in the big umbrella above his head. Ke Mengchao frowned and said, "Old Yang, you just demonstrated the magic weapon well, why can't you get along with the umbrella?"
Old Man Yang coughed: "Mistake, small mistake, usually there is no umbrella here... Let's talk about business, what should we name this artifact?"
Mo Shangtong flicked his fingers above his head, and the torn umbrella cover was closed again, miraculously restored to its original shape. He smiled and said, "How about calling it a gun barrel?"
Hua Zhenxing said with a grimace: "Not very good."
But Old Man Yang smiled and said: "I think it's pretty good, let's leave it at that."
Ke Fuzi looked at Hua Zhenxing's expression, squinted his eyes and said: "The name can be decided like this, but you can also give it another name, just like people can have nicknames. For example, they all call Li Jing Da Gangzi."
Hua Zhenxing: "Okay! Mr. Ke, what other name do you want to give it?"
Master Ke: "Baolian Spear, what do you think?"
Hua Zhenxing said a little feebly: "When it comes to the word Baolian, it seems that it is not suitable to describe a gun, right?"
Ke Mengchao: "Are you not satisfied with the name I chose?"
Hua Zhenxing: "Satisfied, satisfied, let's call it the barrel of a gun... It's also called Baolian Spear, but can we give it another nickname? People can also have two nicknames!"
"Stop teasing the children!" Old Man Yang finally tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Xiaohua, the thing you brought back from the outer world last time was the realm-controlling treasure of the Kingdom of Gods, the Divine Hidden Treasure.
The key to the door looks like a short bone staff, and we have also refined it into this artifact.
Teacher Ding should have told you that if you control this thing, you can become the Lord of the World. Of course, either you are not the true Lord of the World, or you can control that small world. The premise is that you can inherit the Treasure of World Control and be in that world.
Refining in a small world.
You definitely can't do it now, but at least you have broken through the four realms and can use it. With this thing in hand, you can open the legendary door to the hidden world by yourself.
Although the inheritance of the World-Controlling Treasure has been broken, this is what Teacher Ding did. He re-refined the World-Controlling Treasure and left a new inheritance, which is specially used for the Kingdom of God and the Gate of Divine Hidden. In the old days
It is also included in the soul imprint that Yang passed on to you.
Lao Yang said that this treasure is a magic gun, and you can use it to open the door of Shenyin, so how about just calling it the Shenyin Spear?"
Hua Zhenxing nodded quickly and said: "Very good, very good, it's decided, it's called Shenyin Gun! I like this name, I couldn't praise it more!"
Hurry up and decide on the name. If you let the three old men pull it off, maybe something will come out. But as soon as these words were spoken, the three old men nodded at the same time, and there was a mysterious connection between Hua Zhenxing and this artifact.
An indescribable feeling.
Naming an artifact is not as simple as giving a random name to an ordinary thing. It is equivalent to some kind of spiritual birth that is integrated with form and spirit.
The soul imprint that Old Man Yang passed on to Hua Zhenxing was specifically for refining and using this artifact, but Hua Zhenxing always felt that something was missing in it, like an instruction manual that could not be opened, and it only became clear at this moment.
Although Hua Zhenxing can come up with many names by himself, he is not qualified to name this artifact alone. But on the other hand, he can participate in the naming of this artifact and finally give it a name.
The transformation of an artifact from unknown to famous is also a ritual.
The earliest stick was cut by Hua Zhenxing himself and refined with his spiritual consciousness. Then Old Man Yang "added" a divine weapon to it, and finally the three old men joined forces to refine the world-controlling treasure of the Kingdom of Gods into it.
In a sense, Hua Zhenxing is the originator of the creation of this artifact. More importantly, this artifact came into being because of him. To put it another way, he is the original creator of the artifact.
, let him decide the name.
Something like this has almost never happened in history, because Hua Zhenxing was only a monk in the Four Realms, and the creator of every artifact in history was an expert who personally crafted the artifact, and his cultivation was at least superb.