It should be said that Mo Chengjun's understanding has a strong personal tendency. After all, cultivating immortals, refining weapons, and manufacturing machinery are two completely unrelated extremes, and they are also the products of two completely different civilizations.
But you can't say that Mo Chengjun's idea is completely wrong.
Moreover, understanding it from this perspective, he had a feeling of sudden clarity, as if the complicated refining techniques and material processing were no longer pure empiricism, but had factual basis.
To be honest, the more in-depth the study, the more thorough the understanding, the more Mo Chengjun admired those masters of weapon refining.
This is not like the previous life, where the division of labor has been refined and refined, and various mechanical monitoring have been invented, which can monitor various details down to the second.
As for the weapon refining here, it was completely 'rubbed' by the weapon refining master with his hands.
From the initial preparation and processing of materials, to the inscription of spiritual texts during refining, to the final integration.
If anything goes wrong, everything will be scrapped without any chance of saving.
Even if someone helps, they can only do it first. It is not easy during this period. The more you understand it, the more incredible it becomes.
And this is just a magic weapon. There are also magic weapons, spiritual weapons, fairy weapons and the like. The feeling is not much different from rubbing a nuclear bomb with bare hands.
Speaking of Mo Chengjun, although he felt that he had the most essential understanding,
But it’s the same as the "Hypothesis on the Essence of Breathing Methods". If you think it is useful, then it seems to be useful all the time in subsequent research and study.
But if you think it has no effect, then you have to study when you should, and you still have to practice when you should practice, but nothing seems to have changed.
Mo Chengjun is like this now. He has an understanding, but when it comes to refining weapons, he doesn't know what to do.
After all, there are thousands of commonly used materials for refining weapons.
As for the Weapon Spirit Art, there are still no less than a thousand kinds of Ling Ling Zong Zong. If you want to match them together, it will be a huge workload.
This does not include the auxiliary materials, temperature, time, quenching and other aspects involved.
It can be said that whenever a variable changes slightly, the result may not be what you want.
Nowadays, Mo Chengjun feels that many scientific research leaders have probably experienced it, that is, the more he learns and the deeper he studies, the less he feels that he knows.
However, after adjusting his mentality, Mo Chengjun was still the same perseverant person. Although the workload of the project was so large that he had no idea how to start, he still maintained his energy and motivation.
Of course, before that, Mo Chengjun felt that he should do more in-depth research on weapon refining and learn more before trying to improve the microscope.
It is better to stand on the shoulders of giants than to fumble in the dark.
Then, Mo Chengjun began to prepare again, collecting information and conducting in-depth analysis. He also found two inner sect elders who were proficient in weapon refining to communicate with each other.
With his current reputation and connections, he is no longer the rookie who didn't know who to look for.
He spent more time in the Zangfa Building again. This time he did not go to the upper floors, but started to study in the huge basic area for refining weapons on the first floor.
And as he got deeper into it, he had the illusion that time seemed to fly by.
However, I don’t know if God thinks he is too smooth and must cause him some trouble.
Just when he was about to enter the state, he was interrupted again.
If this happened to someone else, he would even feel like turning against him, but if it happened to the person in front of him, he could only close the book with a wry smile.
…
There is a reading area on the first floor of the Zangfa Building.
In the afternoon, the sun shines on people, like countless warm little hands massaging.
Mo Chengjun only felt that his eyes were dark, and someone had blocked his sunlight. He frowned unhappily, raised his head, and was about to say something, but finally saw the person clearly.
Immediately, he said with some surprise: "Fairy, are you, uh, reading a book?
Is there anything you want to see?
I'm familiar with this place. Can I introduce it to you? "
The visitor is dressed in white clothes, filled with pure white snow, fluttering like a fairy, with cold and peerless facial features, like Chang'e in the Moon Palace. You can watch it from a distance but don't play with it.
It is Fairy Ruoli.
To be honest, as his fame has grown in the past two years, he has become a kind-hearted person, and everyone is willing to give him some face.
But, after all, there are some people who are willing to help you when you are down, but are unwilling to get close to you when you are brilliant.
Ruoli Xianzi is like this, and Mo Chengjun actually wants to get closer. It's not that he has any evil intentions, it's just to bring the relationship closer.
But the person in front of me was too aloof and aloof, and I couldn't get close to him even if I wanted to.
Like today, it was the only time in so long that the other party came to see him in person, so that Mo Chengjun felt strangely panicked.
However, in the next second, Fairy Ruoli's words made him even more panicked.
I just heard her say calmly as always: "I'm not here to read a book, I'm here to help you."
Mo Chengjun was stunned: "Ask me for help? What are you doing?"
Fairy Ruoli looked around and saw the men and women around her. They pretended to be nonchalant, but they raised their ears and looked over again, seeming to ask silently: "Is it appropriate to talk here?"
Mo Chengjun also glanced around subconsciously, looking at everyone's searching expressions, and immediately said: "Then go to my house, not far from here."
"good."
Mo Chengjun immediately packed up his books and walked outside, while Fairy Ruoli was right behind him, following suit.
After they left, the entire reading area of the Tibetan Dharma Building seemed to explode. There were whispers everywhere, as if they were discussing something, and there was no peace at all.
Outside the door, Mo Chengjun naturally heard it, and he knew in his heart that there were still many arrangements behind it.
He turned his head slightly to see Fairy Ruoli's expression, but saw that she was calm and composed, as if there was no disturbance at all.
Mo Chengjun sighed in his heart: "Sisters, this psychological quality is really strong!"
…
Mo's courtyard, under the tea tree.
Mo Chengjun personally served the fragrant tea to Fairy Ruoli, and then asked her about the specific purpose of her visit.
And Fairy Ruoli was as direct as ever, she opened her mouth and said what she wanted in her heart.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, Mo Chengjun spilled half of the tea he had just brought to his mouth, but even so, he seemed not to notice.
Instead, he raised his head, looked at Fairy Ruoli who was very close at hand, and asked: "Do you want me to help you understand the magical power of swordsmanship?"
"yes!"
Fairy Ruoli nodded without hesitation, her expression and posture showed no embarrassment at all when asking for help.
Mo Chengjun looked confused: "But the problem is that I haven't even understood the meaning of the sword yet? This also involves the magical power of the sword. Is it a little far away from me?"
Fairy Ruoli looked at him seriously and said, "When you were practicing "Hunyuan Qi", did you ever think that one day it would become more perfect in your hands?
When you were too old and unable to break through the foundation-building realm, did you ever think that one day, you would be able to solve the forty-year limit of the ancient problems in the world of immortality?
When you are in the Sword Sect, have you ever thought that there will come a day when your achievements along with the magic will make everyone admire you?
The name of one method and three magical powers makes the people of other sects shocked to the point of being gods?
Did you never think you could do this before you completed it?
So now, there is only one magical power of swordsmanship, why do you hesitate? "
Mo Chengjun was stunned. Although what the other party said was straightforward and without any disturbance, it was so natural that it actually gave him the illusion that it should be like this.
But the problem is, this is chicken soup!
Damn it, my buddies usually use chicken soup to fool people, but today I was actually fed a belly full of chicken soup?
This sister really can't see that she can have such 'skill'?
Simply, Mo Chengjun finally woke up in the world, and he immediately shook his head like a rattle: "This is not the same thing, it is really not the same thing. I have a talent for magic, one magic and three magical powers. I really don't have any." What do you think?
But this swordsmanship?
You may also know that Xue Ling, my godson, is a perfect example of a genius who loves swords, but I haven't been able to help him out.
This magical power of swordsmanship, my magical power of swordsmanship, I really have no ability! "
Fairy Ruoli, however, narrowed her eyes and grasped the key point: "You said I have poor talent?"
Holy shit, did I mean that?
Don't take it out of context!
Mo Chengjun decisively denied: "I didn't!"
"You said it, just now!"
"I'm talking about Xue Ling, not you."
"But if you use him as an example, you are talking about me."
"This, this, this..."
Mo Chengjun was dumbfounded. He wandered around for a long time before deciding not to get involved with this, but said: "Fairy, Fairy Ruoli, I really don't want to help, but I really don't know what to do."
Fairy Ruoli spoke again: "My master asked me to find you. She said you can do it, so you must be able to do it."
Mo Chengjun was completely speechless. Looking at the peerless face so close at hand, he could no longer say no.
The big guys have all moved out, and there is this one, who hasn’t opened his mouth in years, and this time he asks for help. What can he do?
Help? !
Then help!
Mo Chengjun struggled for a long time, and then said in a calm voice, "How about I give it a try!"
Fairy Ruoli nodded seriously and said, "Do you have confidence in yourself?"
How confident is God?
Is this something you are confident you can fix?
Mo Chengjun had no choice but to say: "I will do my best, well, it may take a little longer. As you know, I have to start researching from Sword Intent."
"Then I'm waiting for your good news."
"That's it?"
"That's it! Shall I leave first?"
"I'll give it to you."
At the door, Mo Chengjun looked at the retreating figure and felt that he was doubting his life. The only thought that came to his mind was - If you don't accept the wall, I will accept you!
Apart from the person in front of me, is there anyone else who can ask for help so confidently?
…
In the distance, Fairy Ruoli finally felt the gaze on her dimming. She did not look back. After waiting for a while, she suddenly paused.
The naturally cold temperament completely subsided, and he secretly turned around while panting. When he saw no one was around, he patted his tall chest.
There was a small voice circulating around: "It scared me to death!"
God knows how long her master has been talking to her, and God knows how long it took her and how much courage she took to get here.
It was the first time in her life to ask for help, but she was so nervous that her expression almost disappeared.
Well, she usually doesn't have much expression.
Simply, Mo Chengjun agreed, otherwise, she wouldn't know how it would end.
Of course, there was really nothing else she could do, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to open her mouth.
