Looking at the casting diagram that Li Muchan took out, Qiu Shuiqing was also surprised, but when he thought of the identity of the person in front of him and the wealth of the ghost warrior, he felt relieved.
But when Zhong Da took out the third casting diagram, the faces of Wu Lao and Qiu Shuiqing instantly seemed to be petrified, all their expressions were frozen, and their facial features were frozen, as if they had lost their breath.
Qiu Shuiqing's face turned pale at first, and then turned red and ugly. There was still extremely restrained anger in his eyes, but his tone had become cold and cold, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Where did you get this thing? "
It turned out that the third copy was none other than the casting diagram of the "Peacock Feather".
The wonder and joy on Wu Lao's face disappeared in an instant, and were replaced by indifference and hostility.
"Everyone, please don't be nervous." Li Muchan was always calm and calm. He turned to look at Peacock, "Explain it to them."
Then the peacock greeted Qiu Shuiqing and the five elders one after another and said, "I have met the five great uncles. My surname is Kong."
"Oh, are you the descendant of Lao Shi?"
When the peacock announced his home, the eyes of Wu Lao and Qiu Shuiqing changed again.
From the rise to the decline of Peacock Villa, in these long years, after hundreds of years of precipitation, the casting skills passed down have reached their peak, and the most powerful among them is Shi Lao. These are ten famous craftsmen who have given up their names and only have their surnames. They have become their own school with their superb casting skills. They are divided into ten families, and the surname "Kong" is one of them.
Peacock said calmly: "This picture was left by my father. In the past, my grandfather failed to recast the 'Peacock Feather' for the old village owner, so he regretted it for the rest of his life. He always felt ashamed of the Qiu family, so he secretly kept this picture. I think that one day future generations will be able to rekindle the fire and restore the glory of the Qiu family to its past."
"Where's your father?" Qiu Shuiqing asked.
The peacock sighed: "Dead... My ancestors and grandchildren have never stopped for a moment over the years. They have reached the boundless sea in the south, black water in the north, beyond the Great Wall in the west, and the Bohai Sea in the east. They have been searching for the strange iron in the world. My grandfather died of illness. Outside the fortress, my father drowned in the sea, and his body is hard to find."
The five elders were stunned when they heard the words, and even Qiu Shuiqing fell silent after hearing this.
"Your grandfather left without saying goodbye. We just thought he had found someone else. We didn't expect this guy to be... so stubborn and so bad-tempered. He always likes to figure things out alone..."
The five old men burst into tears as they talked, and some of them beat their chests and stamped their feet, sighed and howled incessantly.
Li Muchan watched with emotion.
Although this world is dangerous every step of the way, there are still people who are willing to throw their lives and blood for the word "righteousness"; there are also people who have been dormant for decades because of the word "hate", hiding in the mud and enduring all kinds of filth just for one day. Revenge; there is also "hate", how many people hate them to the point of death, and use any means to hate, distorting their faces and losing their true heart; and finally "grace", leaving their family and career, life and death in return...
There is no shortage of true-hearted people in the world! !
"Then why are you taking out this picture now?" Zhong Da asked.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I plan to recast it."
Qiu Shuiqing's expression became serious again, and she said in a deep voice: "How sure are you?"
"You didn't say no, no, no," Li Muchan smiled even more happily, "Now that the catastrophe is approaching, it's too late to reforge the real thing, but as long as there are enough fake ones, they may be more powerful than the real peacock. Maybe Ling'."
The peacock feather is "the best hidden weapon in the world". Both the hub mechanism and the hidden arrows fired are made of extraordinary gold and stone. It can be used less than once, so it is extremely precious. What it wants is that it can kill with one hit. Determine the universe.
If it were replaced by a fake one, the power might not be enough, but there would be no constraint on quantity.
If dozens and hundreds of fake "Peacock Feathers" are fired together, under thousands of hidden arrows, no matter how powerful the master is, he can drink a pot of it. If God blocks the person, he will kill, and if Buddha blocks the Buddha, he will kill the Buddha.
Qiu Shuiqing frowned a little at first, but gradually he understood what Li Muchan meant and his expression became more exciting.
The peacock on the side had already handed over the fake "peacock feather" he had made, which immediately aroused the admiration of the five elders.
Li Muchan asked with a smile: "I wonder how many such hidden weapons can the five seniors make in a short period of time?"
Zhong Da stared at the peacock feather in his hand with burning eyes, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "If you only seek power and not the details of the carving, plus the disciples and disciples in the village, as well as the key mechanisms left by the past, we will not be able to do it for a day." It’s no problem to say that there are ten or twenty pieces, six or seven pieces, even if all the hubs are used up, we can still make two or three pieces every day.”
"Alas," Li Muchan looked at the five elders in front of him, as if he had found something precious, and sighed at the same time, "With these five skilled craftsmen in charge, you can actually run the 'Peacock Villa' to such an extent, thinking so hard. That 'Peacock Feather' is really short-sighted. People have to learn to be flexible. 'Tang Sect' hidden weapons are unique in the world, and 'Jiangnan Pili Tang''s firearms are powerful in the martial arts world. If you can't make real things, how can you not make fake ones? Finding another way would be better than today's situation."
There are still two months before the Demon Sect's eastward march. If there are six items a day, it is more than three hundred items. Even if there is no successor, there should be one or two hundred items.
Qiu Shuiqing's face turned red, and she retorted out of breath: "How dare I ruin the reputation of my ancestors? Besides..."
"Forget it," Li Muchan shook his head: "It's better to defend than to attack. If you stick to the foundation and don't know how to adapt, how can you regain the glory of your ancestors?"
Qiu Shuiqing gave a helpless smile: "People like you shouldn't be wandering around in the world, but should be doing business."
But he soon remembered that the man in front of him was already regarded as the God of Wealth by all the forces in the world.
Li Muchan took a deep breath, and sighed in his heart that he had gone to Peacock Villa on a whim, otherwise this great opportunity would have been missed in vain.
With the presence of these five famous craftsmen, it is like adding more wings to a tiger, surpassing all other magical skills.
Li Muchan calmed down his breath, put away the light in his eyes, and said calmly: "After this battle, as long as I don't die, even if I lose everything, I will find dozens of exotic golds and irons for your Qiu clan. Recast 'Peacock Feather'."
He spoke very slowly, like a stone falling to the ground, making a pit on the ground. Every word he spoke was extremely clear.
Qiu Shuiqing was silent for a moment, and then replied with four words: "Okay, I believe you!"
Wu Lao felt that the blood in his body was boiling.
"Hahahaha, turn on the furnace! Turn on the furnace!"
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
The Yellow River waterway is filled with turbid waves.
In the lingering rain, several figures appeared on both sides of the river.
There are several leaders who came after hearing the news, and there are also lone masters who have been famous in the world for a long time.
The sky was as gloomy as ink, and occasionally thunder and lightning flashed through the clouds, illuminating the dignified and silent faces, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
These people looked at each other, as if trying to identify each other's identities.
Among them are not only top swordsmen such as Jing Wuming who have long been famous in the world, but also rising stars in the field of swordsmanship, such as "Yijian Feixue" Xue Qingbi, as well as the holder of the "Sword of Eternal Life", and those who have achieved great success in recent years. The famous "Deadly Swordsman" Yan Shisan.
There is also the "Xie family" who have been waiting for a long time.
These people were originally enemies of each other due to fate, but at this moment, they were all calm as never before, as if they were unrelated and had no hatred.
Because their eyes were all attracted by a figure.
But above the turbid waves, I saw a young man standing with a sword on his back, his eyes closed and his hands hanging down. He was dressed in a blue shirt, his snow-white forehead band rising with the wind, and his whole body was like a floating leaf, rising and floating, never wavering. Falling, especially magical.
Although his figure moved, his position never changed, as if he was rooted to it.
This man has no breath. Although he stands in front of everyone, it seems that he has never existed. He seems to have returned to silence, becoming one with the wind and rain, and one with the heaven and earth.
Heaven and man are one.
Everyone's eyes showed shock.
This person is worthy of being counted among the top ten. After three years of seclusion and hard enlightenment, he has actually reached such an extraordinary state.
This person is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of Shenjian Villa at the foot of Cuiyun Peak and by the Green Water Lake.
And his opponent has already arrived.
The great elder of the Demon Sect.
At the end of the river, as far as the eye can see, a figure as thin as a child is sitting cross-legged on the river, following the water.
It was raining heavily and thundering.
When the man approached, everyone was shocked. It turned out that the man was not sitting on the water. There was a piece of green bamboo under his body, only three feet long, undulating with the waves.
What a light gong!
Everyone's eyes widened. In the past, Patriarch Bodhidharma learned about the laws of nature and left a martial arts legend about crossing the river with a reed. Today, this Western monk dared to imitate the ancestor of the Zen forest and threw the bamboo into a boat in order to cross. The Yellow River is so powerful that it is hard to imagine.
Suddenly, the green bamboo suddenly stopped on the turbid waves.
The old lama's eyes suddenly opened, and light burst out in his eyes, as if they had turned into substance and penetrated the wind and rain.
"The Central Plains martial arts world is nothing more than that!"
(End of chapter)
