In the early morning of the next day, a cold fish belly white had just appeared in the eastern sky. Li Jun, a wine boy, came to the caravan station with four guards in casual clothes as scheduled. He was about to knock on the door, but unexpectedly a deep voice came from above his head.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Everyone looked around and saw a man in red robe sitting on the high wall. He was the one who presented the wine yesterday.
Liu Qiankun jumped down, landed firmly on the ground, and said with a smile: "Let's go, take me to find the number one ice craftsman."
The group of people walked through the streets and alleys for nearly an hour, and finally arrived in front of a dilapidated blacksmith shop in the south of the city. If it weren't for the dilapidated plaque hanging on the slightly sloping door, it would be difficult for people to imagine that this was a blacksmith shop.
A blacksmith shop.
There was a stained curtain blocking the door of the shop, but there was no sound inside, and there was no heat at all. I'm afraid the ice craftsman didn't even light a fire in the blacksmith's furnace.
Li Jun was also impatient and shouted through the door curtain: "Old man Zhu, come out to pick up the guests!"
...Liu Qiankun smiled bitterly and thought to himself: This posture is like the old madam of Xifeng Tower greeting her sister...
"Ahem!" He was answered with two dry coughs. The dirty door curtain was opened at a corner, and a skinny old man with a stooped back walked out.
The old man's silver hair was mixed with a lot of gray-black dirt. His thin, pointed face had as many wrinkles as the bark of a thousand-year-old pine. He held a cane in his big, skinny hands and walked slowly in front of everyone step by step.
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Li Jun pointed at the old man opposite him and said with a smile: "Hey! This is the number one master of ice. Look at what he looks like now. How can he still have the strength to swing the hammer?"
Liu Qiankun remained silent, his eyes fixed on the big hands holding crutches. It was strange that there was no crease on the back of Zhu Qing's hands. Although he was a little thinner, the two thick veins protruding from his knuckles were
As if showing off the potential explosive power of these big hands.
Liu Qiankun stepped forward and bowed to the old man and said, "Blessings to the master craftsman Qing, please be polite to me Yinxiao!" He looked extremely respectful.
Zhu Qing raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him with half-squinted eyes. His pale yellow eyes turned back and forth, and his dry lips wriggled slightly, but he didn't say a single word.
"Ahem!" Zhu Qing lowered his head and coughed twice, then turned around and walked slowly towards the shop, no longer paying attention to the people outside. He walked very slowly, and even his back looked more and more stooped.
Li Jun pursed his lips at the old figure and said: "Look, he is old and deaf. Let alone forging weapons, I am afraid that even swinging the hammer will cost him half of his life..."
Liu Qiankun smiled, because just before Zhu Qing turned around and left, he clearly heard a vigorous and deep voice, saying: "Senior cultivator, come into the room and talk!"
"You guys wait for me outside, I'll be back as soon as I go!" Liu Qiankun said casually and strode towards the blacksmith shop.
When I walked into the blacksmith shop, a damp musty smell hit my face. In the dim light, I could see everything in the shop. There was a huge furnace filled with ashes that had accumulated for countless years, but the furnace body was very clean.
There is a faint blue-black luster.
There were many dusty sledgehammers, pliers and other belongings randomly piled around. In the middle stood an anvil for blacksmithing. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on it. It was unknown how many years it had been used.
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There was a slant-backed cane chair next to the anvil, and Zhu Qing was sitting on it with half-closed eyes. He had already casually thrown the cane aside. He didn't get up when Liu Qiankun came in, but nodded his chin slightly.
"I wonder why you are here?" Zhu Qing finally said slowly.
Liu Qiankun raised his hand again and said: "A blunt sword is sharp!" He answered neatly and without any pretense.
"Did you know that if you want me to wish Qing Qi Lu, you have to do something for me?"
"Of course I know, but I don't know why?"
Zhu Qing leaned forward slightly, his back also left the wicker chair, and sighed: "With your cultivation level, I'm afraid it's really difficult for you to do this!" After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
These words without beginning or end aroused the arrogance in Liu Qiankun's heart. Although he could not fly to the sky or escape to the earth, he would never tolerate being looked down upon by others.
"I know that my cultivation is shallow, so I want to ask the master to explain it clearly." There was some anger in his words.
"Hehe! The spiritual elixir is complete and the spiritual infant has not yet appeared. How can you break into the 'Ice Field of Imprisoned Gods' with your level of cultivation?" Zhu Qing still looked half-dead.
Liu Qiankun didn't mind having his cultivation level seen through at a glance, but being despised twice made him a little angry. What the hell kind of place is the 'Prison God Ice Field'? Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, but in his heart
On the contrary, I was a little more curious.
"You don't have to worry about whether you can get in or not. What's more, your cultivation level may not be much higher than mine. Don't think that I care about your magic weapons. I'm afraid you, the number one ice craftsman, may not have them yet."
For my ability to sharpen this blunt sword!" Liu Qiankun simply despised this old guy who was showing off.
The Qingming Sword is many times stronger than those thousand-year-old cold iron. Even Qionghong's golden dragon claws cannot damage it in the slightest. Liu Qiankun came here this time just with the mentality of giving it a try. Of course,
It's not the fault of pretending to be a grandson in front of this bad old man.
"Hmph! There is no weapon in this world that I, the Zhu clan, cannot use!" Zhu Qing snorted and said proudly.
Liu Qiankun turned over his hand and took out the Qingming Sword, turned the handle of the sword upside down and handed it to Zhu Qing, saying: "If you can really sharpen this sword, no matter what the hell the 'Prison God Ice Field' is, I, Yin Xiao, will go there too.
Come on!" The voice was sonorous, powerful and resounding.
Zhu Qing took the ugly ancient sword and sneered: "If I can't sharpen this sword, I will explode this thousand-year black iron furnace!" As he spoke, he flicked the sword's spine with his finger.
Qiang! A clear dragon roar sounded, and the Qingming Sword trembled slightly in Zhu Qing's palm.
"Good sword, good sword!" Zhu Qing's eyes gleamed with light, his previous senile appearance disappeared instantly, and he let out a burst of admiration.
Before he could take a clear look at the ancient sword in his hand, a sudden change occurred, and the ancient sword began to vibrate violently as if it suddenly came to life.
Chacha!
The magnitude of the vibrations was getting bigger and bigger, and Zhu Qing could no longer control it with one hand. He quickly jumped up from the wicker chair, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both palms, and his expression changed drastically.
"Hey!" Zhu Qing shouted, his face turned red, and his whole body made a crisp sound like exploding beans.
Bang bang bang... The rickety back straightened up, and the thin body quickly expanded as if inflated.
Tsk!
The high-stretched muscles stretched the clothes on his body to shreds, and the sound of tearing cloth made people's teeth ache!
Zhu Qing, who was short and thin, had now become a giant man more than ten feet tall. The clothes all over his body were turned into rags and draped between the muscles of his body. The look reminded Liu Qiankun of him.
A character in a cartoon.
Hmm! By the way, Kame Sennin, that guy is called Kame Sennin...
(Call for tickets! Call for collection! Call for pure men to rise up!)