Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Origin of the Art of Raising a Sword
One day a month later, in Xia Po's yard.
With a loud noise, several small birds parked on the eaves flapped their wings and left.
Xia Po's face twitched and he looked helpless.
When he opened the alchemy furnace, a puff of black smoke came out, blackening his face.
Inside the alchemy furnace is a pile of useless black slag.
Obviously, he failed again.
As a mortal, it would be extremely difficult to refine a pot of pills using this pill furnace!
In order to form the flame for alchemy in the alchemy furnace, he needs to use the fireball talisman.
Make elixirs through the fire attribute spells contained in the fireball talisman.
However, alchemy requires very high control over the temperature of the fire. There is no difference in what kind of fire is used when.
The spells in the talisman are not your own, so they cannot achieve such high accuracy.
Even though he was once a big boss in the Fangdan world when he was playing games, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it at this time.
After sighing, he accepted his fate.
No matter how awesome a warrior is, he is still just a mortal.
The skill of alchemy is a rare profession in the entire world of cultivation.
Those things that even monks can't do, do you want to do it as a mortal?
Isn't this a joke?
"Master nephew, are you making alchemy again?"
An old man walked in from the door with a smile on his face.
"It's not really alchemy, it's just some tinkering."
"Are you interested in seeking immortality?"
"It can be said that I am somewhat fascinated by the legendary quest for immortality."
Xia Po would definitely not tell the truth, so he could only say this.
"Asking for immortality..."
The visitor was Wei Changkong. After hearing Xia Po's words, he let out a long sigh with deep eyes.
"Have you ever heard your master tell us what happened when our two brothers were young?"
"No."
Xia Po blinked. In fact, he was quite interested in Mr. Wei's childhood.
He could probably guess that Mr. Wei was probably taken away by someone from the devil's path when he was a child.
But a mortal can survive if he falls into the hands of a demonic monk.
This luck is really extraordinary.
Wei Changkong frowned, his expression ugly, as if he had recalled something bad.
"Actually, your master and I had contact with so-called immortals when we were young!"
Sure enough!
Xia Po asked with an interested look on his face.
"What kind of people are they?"
"It's hard to say, there are good and bad, at least the ones who took us away were not good immortals, but later a group of immortals rescued us..."
Having said this, Wei Changkong suddenly stopped, showing pain on his face.
"Forget it, let's not mention the old things!"
In fact, even if Wei Changkong didn't say anything, Xia Po also expressed his understanding.
After all, the two children were not frightened into fools after seeing what happened to the demonic monk.
He can even achieve considerable achievements in martial arts.
This is very good.
"But my visit to you this time is indeed related to this matter."
As he spoke, he looked at Xia Po.
"How many years have you had this sword?"
"More than forty years."
Xia Po looked at the long sword in his hand, full of confidence.
Because the Wei Changkong in front of him spent at least twice as long raising his sword.
But his sword looks much better than Wei Changkong's sword.
This also proves that his talent must be good.
At least he is very good in martial arts.
"To be able to cultivate a sword to this point in more than forty years is indeed a gift. But have you ever noticed that this sword technique is different from other sword techniques?"
Speaking of this, Xia Po suddenly realized something.
It can’t be said that I suddenly realized it. In fact, I had some awareness a few years ago, but I just didn’t think much about it.
When he first came into contact with this swordsmanship, he didn't know much about martial arts in the mortal world.
In addition, I have seen too many weird things in the game, and I have become immune to any weird things.
So I didn't feel anything when practicing this sword technique.
But after all this time, he realized something was not right.
That's the martial arts in the mortal world. How can there be a heaven-defying skill that uses Qi and blood to change the quality of an object!
This is simply impossible!
"Actually, this swordsmanship is related to the immortal you are pursuing!"
"What do you mean by this?"
"Back then, your master and I were locked up in a devil's cave and couldn't move.
When I was bored, I could only observe the murals on the walls. After several years of observation, I seemed to have figured out something and created this sword technique of my own.
Later, after I was rescued, I studied this set of swordsmanship day and night, and finally got a glimpse of its secrets, so I came up with this set of swordsmanship.
I have never mentioned this sword technique to anyone, I only told it to your master in secret, and your master is dead, so now only you and I know about this sword technique."
After hearing what Wei Changkong said, Xia Po was shocked.
Some monks really like to carve moves and other things on the walls, just for the sake of scrolling.
When practicing, you can open your eyes and see your own moves, and then simulate in your brain how to improve the moves.
But you can figure out how to practice just by looking at the moves...
It even spawned a whole set of sword techniques...
It has to be said that Wei Changkong is definitely a talent, at least in terms of understanding, he dwarfs some so-called cultivation geniuses.
"In other words, this is not actually a mortal swordsmanship, but a swordsmanship used by immortals?"
Xia Po's eyes widened and he looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief.
"Almost, I came to you, mainly because over the years, I have gained a lot of understanding of this swordsmanship. Over the past month, I have compiled it into a book, so I will give it to you to read."
Wei Changkong came here this time to hand over what he had learned throughout his life to Xia Po.
He had always thought that this set of swordsmanship was evil, so he had never dared to accept a disciple. Now that he had a nephew like Xia Po, he finally had someone to share what he had studied for so many years.
After handing the book to Xia Po, he left in a hurry.
To put it bluntly, he is just a martial arts idiot and is not good at anything else.
Being with a junior, he really didn't know what to say.
But for Xia Po, this thing is naturally very good. It seems that the alchemy furnace he got after going to the palace to make a big fuss is of no use.
It’s also good to get such a summary that can enhance your swordsmanship.
Xia Po was stunned when he opened the first page of this book.
He finally understood why his uncle, the master, had to collect information for a month.
Because every picture and every word in this book is written by my own hand...
To this, Xia Po could only say: "Bull!"
Just as he was about to take the book back and examine it carefully, a voice came from outside the door.
"Master Xia, we have the latest war situation."
Xia Po opened the door and saw a servant holding a letter in his hand.
After taking the letter and opening it, Xia Po smiled.
"That boy Liu Quan is quite obedient."
After Liu Quan came to power, Xia Po asked the little emperor to rationally use this war to consolidate his position.
To put it simply, abolish the stupid system that values civility over military affairs, and then throw money at the army to death.
In this way, you can first gain the love of the army.
When those troops come back, it means that you have completely tightened your grip on military power.
With military power, how can those traitorous ministers make such a fuss? Who dares to touch you?
As long as they don't dare to touch you, you can slowly wear them out. At worst, it will be like pulling out nails, and you can pull them out one by one.
And because of Liu Quan's strong assistance to the war, the Tianyuan Dynasty's army has significantly improved in all aspects.
He had good food, good food, warm clothes, and the emperor's support.
This fight was much more courageous.
Now good news has come. The southern barbarians have been defeated steadily, and there is basically no hope for the southern barbarians to make a comeback.