Hong Yuan sat here quietly enjoying the cool air, waiting for his senior brother Zhu Wushang's instructions.
Senior Brother Zhu has brought him into the small room for a while, but I don't know what Senior Brother Zhu is worried about. He looks like he has something to say but is hesitant about whether to say it or not.
Ta, Ta~
Zhu Wushang was sitting on a wicker chair, tapping the table with one hand and lost in thought.
The gray-white teacup on the mahogany table shook with the knocking of the table, but it was filled with tea but did not fall out.
a long time.
Zhu Wushang spoke.
"Ayuan, how old do you think Master is?"
Hong Yuan thought for a moment and recalled the appearance of his master Lin Daoyan.
Master Lin Daoyan looks like a middle-aged man, and he should be around forty-five years old. But if my brother asks this, then Master must be older.
After all, he is a fifth-level warrior, so it is acceptable to look young.
"Sixty years old?" Hong Yuan hesitated.
"Guess again." Zhu Wushang shook his head and chuckled.
"eighty?"
"It's not eighty. Master is already one hundred and forty-seven years old this year!"
Um?!
Hong Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at his senior brother in shock.
Is it fake? My master is an old monster!?
"There is no need to be surprised. Master was very lucky when he was young and possessed some of the characteristics of a martial saint in advance. However, master is not a martial saint after all, and his means of extending life are limited."
"If you can't become a Martial Saint before the age of three hundred, Master——"
Hearing this, Hong Yuan probably understood what his senior brother had said. But Hong Yuan still didn't understand why his senior brother wanted to tell his master's lifespan.
It is taboo among elders, and Senior Brother Zhu is not like those crazy people.
As expected, Senior Brother Zhu changed his voice and said, "Ayuan, what I say next can only reach the ears of you and me."
After Hong Yuan nodded affirmatively, Zhu Wushang explained the reason.
"Since Senior Brother's failure to ascend to the Immortal Aperture, Master has had a priority level of resources for us disciples."
"He believes that everything is in competition, and without competition there is no way to cross the river."
"That's why he would rather allocate excess resources to disciples who are truly talented than to allocate them to mediocre disciples."
"In the first issue, Bai Ge and Mo Jiuyou are competitors!"
"Now in this issue, you and Zhao Gonghe are competitors!"
Hong Yuan understood.
Although he didn't know what senior brother made Master change his educational philosophy, he had better follow the rules so that he could get more resources from Master.
Zhu Wushang saw a look of understanding on Hong Yuan's face and nodded with satisfaction.
Compared to Zhao Gonghe, a member of the sect's family, Zhu Wushang still preferred Hong Yuan.
In Hong Yuan, Zhu Wushang saw the shadows of his two senior brothers
At this time, Zhu Wushang thought of the tragedy of his two senior brothers, so he gave Hong Yuan a few more words.
"A Yuan, you are extremely talented, far beyond ordinary people, but I still hope that you will not go too far in martial arts. Just listen to those words that burn everything for a moment of sublimation."
"You can only take your own path, no one can make a decision for you. Step by step, you should be able to become a fifth-level warrior."
"The fifth-level warrior can already be a figure in the power of Fengxi Sect!"
Zhu Wushang's words were serious and thoughtful, and he said a lot of words to Hong Yuan from the bottom of his heart, which was a bit cumbersome.
While Hong Yuan was still pondering and digesting, Zhu Wushang announced that Hong Yuan was already a second-level caster and he would report this matter to his master.
Second level foundry master…
Hong Yuan suddenly came back to his senses.
Did he succeed? He succeeded.
Doubled monthly salary, reward from master, small success in "Ten Thousand Silence Yuan Gong", evolved into an ice-armored python...
Suddenly, many thoughts flashed through Hong Yuan's mind.
Zhu Wushang lifted the gray-white teacup, pursed his lips slightly, and gave Hong Yuan time to digest.
Hong Yuan was indeed digesting the huge amount of information brought by Senior Brother Zhu. When Hong Yuan gradually regained his composure, he began to think about how he and Zhao Gonghe should get along.
Soon, Hong Yuan had a general direction in mind.
"Fight without defeat, seek progress while maintaining stability."
Hong Yuan understood that the competition between him and Zhao Gonghe was inevitable because they were both students at the same time, and both wanted their master, Lin Daoyan, to give them priority in resources.
Everything depends on performance!
Hong Yuan will never give in, because this is what he will inevitably encounter when he becomes stronger.
Only the donor will not be hostile, becoming a blood sucker, conflicts with others are inevitable!
"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes."
"Eternal Life Martial Arts, Longevity Martial Arts, after all, it still has the word 'Martial'!"
Hong Yuan thought about whether he would be too prominent and make people hate him, but he also remembered that his rise would definitely offend people.
Therefore, the fist is the last word.
Fist is power!!!
…
At dusk, the Jialiu Workshop looks so cold.
The formal disciples and practicing disciples who served as blacksmiths got off work one after another and left the Jialiu workshop. Only the warm stove could prove that they had been there.
At this time, there were still a few blacksmiths working hard in the Jialiu workshop, and Zhao Gonghe was among them.
Zhao Gonghe did not want to rush to work, he just wanted to see the final result of Hong Yuan and whether he had become a second-level foundry master.
He won't be reconciled until he sees the final result!
"Oh, Ayuan really knows herbal medicine? You can also help me with one next time."
"Well, senior brother, feel free to leave it to me, I'm an excellent cook!"
Zhao Gonghe saw Hong Yuan and Zhu Wushang walking out of the small room talking and laughing, and he immediately understood that it was a fact that Hong Yuan had become a second-level foundry master.
At this moment, Zhao Gonghe completely gave up all unrealistic thoughts.
He planned to defeat Hong Yuan with a strange way, and in this bloodless contest, he would please Lin Yiru and then his master.
Take a roundabout route!
"Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways."
"Ayuan, it doesn't matter if you are ahead for a while. Only the one who laughs last is truly happy."
Pa da ~
Zhao Gonghe dropped the iron pliers in his hands and strode towards the dark street.
…
The hoarfrost stone house at night adds a touch of loneliness, but because of its bright red lights, it looks so lively.
In the study, Zhu Wushang reported the progress of Hong Yuan's casters to his master Lin Daoyan.
Master Lin Daoyan, while listening to Zhu Wushang's report, gently tapped the rough red copper and iron sword that Hong Yuan had made in the afternoon.
Dang, Dang Dang~
Many sweet sounds spread to Lin Yiru's boudoir.
Lin Yiru, who was still studying the second-level prescription of the Huanzhen Pill in her boudoir, felt something in her heart and headed towards her father's study.
When Lin Yiru came to the study and leaned against the window to listen to the lecture, his father Lin Daoyan and Zhu Wushang both looked at each other in tacit understanding.
The two of them were talking about Hong Yuan, mixed with personal things, mainly praising Hong Yuan for being able to endure loneliness, and trying to dispel Lin Yiru's idea of participating in the sect competition and being competitive.
"Second-level caster? Does that mean that money-grubbing guy Hong Yuan is already a second-level warrior!?" Lin Yiru covered her mouth, surprised.
Forging weapons is a particularly challenging task, and it is more laborious than refining elixirs.
You have to know that she is only in the first-level medicine master realm. What kind of monster is Hong Yuan!?
According to Lin Yiru's understanding of Hong Yuan, Hong Yuan should not be willing to do such a lonely and boring thing. He should go on a killing spree and cause trouble everywhere for Yuan Shi.
Within the sect, kill, kill, kill!
"Wu Shang, please bring A Yuan over here tomorrow."
"I understand, Master."
Lin Yiru's eyes suddenly lit up outside the window.
The blacksmiths in the workshop are all tall and physically strong.
And Hong Yuan is a second-level warrior. If he drags Hong Yuan into his team, wouldn't it be like killing him indiscriminately in the sect competition at the end of the year!!!