Chapter 21 Senior brother is surprised, the monthly salary is increased!
After a long time, Yang Sen spoke up to break the silence.
"Yi Ru, has Hong Yuan entered the Spiritual Beast Hall?"
"Maybe..." Lin Yiru looked melancholy and her tone was complicated.
With an extraordinary background, she could tell at a glance that the three strange-shaped hornets already possessed first-level strength, and she was not even sure she could deal with one of them alone.
This definitely does not belong to the Spirit Beast Hall. The disciples of the Spirit Beast Hall should still be learning how to communicate with spirit beasts at this moment.
If the hornets were like this, what level of strength should Hong Yuan, their master, reach? Lin Yiru simply didn't dare to speculate in depth.
It can only be said that there is a big gap between the two geniuses who are both Class A Kong Qiao!
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Return to Fengxi Sect.
Hong Yuan first went to the trading market and purchased some props for beekeeping before returning to Fenghuo Peak.
He wants to create a living space for these hornet wasps, and the most basic thing is to ensure that they can survive.
Fenghuo Peak, Hongyuan Courtyard.
Hong Yuan carried the props and remodeled the front and rear utility rooms, using wooden boards to nail the windows tightly so that no sunlight could pass through.
After working hard for a long time, I finally finished it.
One is used to place the hornets, and the other is used to refine the worms.
Pa~
Hong Yuan gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a joyful smile on his face. He was very happy.
"It's great to be a practicing disciple. No, it should be said that it's great to have a strong master."
A mere cultivating disciple could occupy such a large courtyard in Fengxi Sect. No wonder Xu Hongde would be envious of him and unable to control his emotions.
From this point of view, the treatment enjoyed by Hong Yuan is indeed much better!
With a thought, Hong Yuan released a stinging bee poison from the hollow of the human body.
Buzz buzz~
The Stinging Bee Gu flew from the air hole and floated in front of Hong Yuan, waiting for Hong Yuan to give orders.
"Eat..."
Hong Yuan gave the order, and Stinging Bee Gu activated its natural ability to summon all the Stinging Bee swarm from the hive.
Then, under its leadership, the swarm of hornets swooped into the oversized feed basin to eat meat and drink water.
"Feed it once a day, just like raising chickens. But it's much easier than raising chickens. If there is any movement, I only need to control the stinging bee vood." Hong Yuan muttered silently.
The next day.
Jialiu Workshop Room.
The door opened, and Hong Yuan followed Li Wu into the workshop room and changed clothes.
When Hong Yuan returned to his job and was about to start the fire, Hong Yuan could feel a naked and undisguised gaze.
Looking sideways, he saw that it was his senior brother Zhu Wushang who was examining him.
Their eyes met, and senior brother Zhu Wushang nodded to him. Hong Yuan nodded quickly in response, and then went to start a fire.
"I'm not late, and I'm full of energy. It seems that A Yuan listened to my words and didn't fool around. Well, it's very good. A Yuan is a talented person." Zhu Wushang was extremely pleased and smiled with satisfaction.
He was very satisfied with Hong Yuan's performance after the holiday, so he looked at another junior brother, Zhao Gonghe.
Just by looking at it, Zhu Wu felt a burst of unknown anger in his heart, and his thick eyebrows stood up unconsciously.
Yiwu beside the stove.
Zhao Gonghe looked listless and lacking in energy. He yawned from time to time and squinted his eyes to catch up on sleep.
"Well, you Zhao Gonghe, you don't listen to any advice. Just after your monthly salary was distributed, you went to live and drink and quarrel with your grandma." Zhu Wushang was furious.
The master entrusted his two junior brothers to him to help lay the foundation, which undoubtedly showed his trust in him.
He has always had great enthusiasm to train his two junior brothers. Just like his senior brother taught him the basics, he is also extremely concerned about the progress of Hong Yuan and Zhao Gonghe as casters.
Zhao Gonghe's overindulgent look really made Zhu Wushang angry. The more Zhu Wushang saw Zhao Gonghe's dejected appearance, the angrier he became.
Out of sight, out of mind, Zhu Wushang glanced elsewhere, and soon he was attracted by Hong Yuan's operations.
Hong Yuan is currently doing forging work.
Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns.
Hong Yuan's strong arms swung the big hammer, hitting the hundred-forged fine iron accurately again and again, smashing the red-hot hundred-forged fine iron flat again and again to remove impurities.
This alone is not enough to attract Zhu Wushang's attention, but the problem is that Hong Yuan's tapping is very rhythmic, and the speed of impurity removal has reached the level of a first-level caster!
At some point, Zhu Wushang walked out of the small room and came to Hong Yuan's side to watch the casting process.
Hong Yuan noticed it and quickly used all his skills.
Rather than doing it, he wanted his senior brother to see that he, Hong Yuan, had the strength of a first-level foundry master!
“Dang Dang Dang!!!”
Hong Yuan's breathing was steady, and he hit the hundred-forged fine iron again and again, and soon the prototype of the Miao Dao was struck.
Ordinary people would need to stop and rest after dozens of exercises, but Hong Yuan still did not change his rhythm, as if he wanted to make the final decision.
He is like an old ox, with long physical strength and tirelessness.
"Has A Yuan's physical strength improved?" Zhu Wu was sad and confused, but he soon shook his head gently, "No, it's because A Yuan's casting skills have improved and he knows how to remove impurities more efficiently and forge fine iron into shapes."
Soon, Hong Yuan stopped beating because he had to fold the fine iron.
At this moment, Zhu Wushang stretched out his hand to stop Hong Yuan's movements.
"A Yuan, stop casting the standard Miao sword. Put this down." Zhu Wushang: "Come with me and I will teach you how to forge a first-level weapon."
Having said that, not allowing Hong Yuan to refuse, Zhu Wushang headed towards the first-order weapon casting area on his own.
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There are three first-level casters in the Jialiu Workshop, namely Lin Qi, Wang Dali, and Qian San.
They watched as Hong Yuan followed Zhu Wushang, passed them, and stopped at the Tianyi stove, which was very close to the second-level weapon casting area.
"Good boy, Brother Wushang doesn't think that his junior brother is a first-level foundry master, right?" Lin Qi clicked his tongue in surprise.
"Yes, the casting process is incomparable to others. What is most needed is water grinding skills. Even if you are a first-class aerial orifice, it will have no effect." Wang Dali said bitterly.
"Hong Yuan has only been with us for more than a month. Brother Wushang should have imparted some advanced knowledge to him." Qian San chuckled.
Qian San didn't think that Hong Yuan could reach the realm of a first-level forger so quickly. Even his most respected brother Wushang took half a year to successfully advance to the first-level forger!
Tianyi beside the stove.
Zhu Wushang took the initiative to start a fire for Hong Yuan. Not only that, he would also pull the bellows and other preparatory work to help Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan looked at the piece of first-order cold iron in front of him and felt slightly excited.
"Ayuan, start hammering. Let me see to what stage your casting technology has improved. Don't be afraid of scrapping the material." Zhu Wushang encouraged.
The market price of a piece of first-level cold iron is five yuan stones, but Zhu Wushang doesn't care at all. As long as he can really detect Hong Yuan's level as a first-level caster, there is no problem in scrapping a bunch of them!
"I understand, senior brother." Hong Yuan responded, raised the hammer and hit it hard.
Dang Dang Dang!
The first-order cold iron began to deform.
"What's going on? This guy is really capable of forging first-class weapons?!" Lin Qi blinked, fearing that he was wrong.
"Gulu~" Wang Dali's throat trembled and he looked at Hong Yuan's arms in shock.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Hong Yuan can't be stronger than brother Wu Shang!" Qian San kept shaking his head, unwilling to believe that Hong Yuan's talent as a caster was stronger than Zhu Wu Shang's.
Half an hour later.
Watching Hong Yuan fold Han Tie, the three first-level casters all fell silent.
Hong Yuan really has the ability of a first-level caster, and his casting skills are better than the three of them.
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Dusk time.
Hong Yuan watched as his senior brother Zhu Wushang forged his extremely sharp Miao knife into the ice pool.
Thump~
The Miao Dao sank into the ice pool and returned to the bottom.
"Ah Yuan, good job." Senior brother Zhu Wushang smiled and happily patted Hong Yuan on the shoulder to show his closeness and said:
"From now on, just come to the first-level weapon casting area. Your daily reward will be increased from one yuan stone to three yuan, and for every first-level weapon you forge, I will share two yuan of your reward."
Hong Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly thanked his senior brother: "Thank you, senior brother, for your cultivation, thank you, senior brother."
"Haha, you are my junior brother. If I don't help you, who can I help? Come on, after you take a bath, I will take you to the Meishan Restaurant to celebrate." Zhu Wushang laughed heartily, and the more he looked at Hong Yuan, the more satisfied he became.
Comparing people with each other makes people angry.
Zhao Gonghe? What Zhao Gonghe? Zhu Wushang said that it would be easy to talk about it without mentioning the bad boy Zhao Gonghe.