This 'Feihe Chuan Shu' came quite suddenly, but Mo Chengjun just tilted his head and thought about it, and didn't think there was anything wrong.
Others may not know it, but as Mo Chengjun's weapon-refining teacher, Yue Siming knows very well why he is learning weapon-refining and what goals he wants to achieve.
Not to mention that after getting started with weapon refining, the types of magical weapons Mo Chengjun studied had obvious directions. Even when communicating with each other, he never concealed his thoughts and desires.
After all, even if someone knows what he wants to do, but does not have the ability to "see the world" and the ability to directly see the inspiration of the world, it will be useless to achieve results.
And Yue Siming is obviously interested!
He didn't know much about the principle of 'microscope', but he had too much experience and a brain with fantastic ideas.
From Mo Chengjun's point of view, the materials and weapon spirit formulas given on the paper crane are very interesting and a direction worth studying.
What's more, after having been in contact with Yue Siming for so long, he also knew that the other party was not a person who liked falsehoods. If there was no substantial gain, he would not send a letter directly from Feihe.
However, Mo Chengjun raised his head slightly and looked at the sky, feeling a little hesitant.
It's already autumn, and it's getting dark early. Coupled with the dark clouds covering the moon, it looks darker outside. Combined with the chilling autumn wind, it always gives people a feeling of endless desolation.
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate at this time?"
However, this thought only flickered in Mo Chengjun's mind, and then was thrown out of the sky.
Compared to having an interesting research topic, it’s a little late today, so is that a big deal?
Not talking nonsense, Mo Chengjun simply tidied himself up. Well, don't think too much, just straighten his hair and adjust his clothes.
He went out without stopping, took the four-eared donkey demon with him, and rushed outside the door.
Before leaving the house, Xue Ling ran out and asked, but Mo Chengjun just waved his hand and sent him off to practice.
Then, amid the "complaints" of the four-eared donkey demon, Mo Chengjun kicked the donkey's butt hard to make him run faster.
Although the four-eared donkey demon didn't like it, he was very honest, and he went as fast as he could while cursing.
Mo Chengjun sat on the back of Si Er, still thinking about the combination of spiritual materials and the selection of weapon spirit techniques he had just seen in his mind, and combined with the research directions sorted out in 'Shu Mountain', the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became.
It could even be said that the more he thought about it, the more likely he felt that this direction was possible, and this made him even more inexplicably excited.
As for the danger?
Well, he really didn't think about that!
It's not that he didn't know that there was chaos outside during this period. With Baling'er here, he had to drag him to have a good chat.
A series of major events such as the death of the human emperor, the seizure of the legitimate heirs in Jiulong, the escape of several palace masters to Yunzhou while protecting the fourth prince, and the ascension of the empress comparable to Wu Zetian to the throne, listening to politics behind the curtain, and other major events made him feel like he was walking into history. illusion.
But honestly, what does this have to do with him?
What does it have to do with the Galaxy Sword Sect far away in Yunzhou?
Well, it actually does matter.
Because, if it hadn't been for this, and the fact that Fairy Ruoli and Baling'er both realized the magical power of swordsmanship, it would be impossible to be as "calm" as they are now.
What?
How did it get spread, you ask?
Regarding Baling'er's character, if he didn't go out and show off, then he wouldn't be called Baling'er.
Besides, it’s impossible to count how many eyes Mo Mansion has focused on.
And they couldn't hide the fact that they had realized the magical power of swordsmanship after being in seclusion here for more than a year.
If the situation in Kyushu hadn't been turbulent and most of the Xinghe Sword Sect's family members were outside, Mo Chengjun's current home would probably have been tightly blocked by the true disciples and even the elders.
The secret realm at Qingcang Peak can only be regarded as a holy place for inner disciples to understand the meaning of the sword.
But he failed to understand the true inheritance of the magical power of swordsmanship, and even the elders, even in the Galaxy Sword Sect, had a lot of them.
If these people could see the hope of understanding the magical power of swordsmanship, even Tianhen Sword Master, the true master, might not be able to suppress them.
It was under this situation that Mo Chengjun dared to ride a donkey around the Galaxy Sword Sect.
Strictly speaking, he still had to cherish the 'free' time he had now.
The autumn wind is chilling tonight, the night is dark, and the mountain road is extremely rugged, but naturally it cannot stop the pace of the big demon.
The four-eared donkey demon walked briskly along the mountain road, walked down the Tianhen Mountain, set up a cloud head, and flew towards a mountain peak named 'Qianlian' in the northwest.
Take a look, just from the name, you can tell that it is the style of the Weapon Refining Hall.
This is also true. Although the seven peaks of the Galaxy Sword Sect occupy a large area, it is impossible for a large sect with 100,000 people to nest on these seven peaks.
Not to mention cultivating immortals, you also have to cultivate spiritual fields, set up medicine gardens, tame spiritual beasts, dig spiritual materials, gather earth evil spirits, etc...
It is impossible for all these things to gather on the Seven Peaks.
Therefore, the entire Galaxy Sword Sect is actually centered on the Great Wilderness Mountain, with the Seven Peaks as the main body, and radiates to a vast area of at least a thousand miles in all directions.
The 'Thousand Refining Peak', located in the northwest of the sect, was originally an extinct volcano, and was imprisoned by the sect with great magical power. Nine fire veins gathered underground to create an earth-fire magic pool, and thus became a treasured place for refining weapons.
This area naturally became the headquarters of the Weapon Refining Hall.
With this place as the core, caves were opened on all the surrounding peaks for the disciples of the Weapon Refining Hall to live and practice.
As the elder of Jindan, Yue Siming is also the exclusive weapon refining master of Qianji Pavilion, so he is also qualified to occupy a cave here.
That is, after all, he is not a real direct descendant of the sect, nor is he the most popular swordsman, so this cave is a bit remote.
The four-eared donkey demon drove the demon cloud and drove at lightning speed. It only took half an hour to reach the place.
After the clouds fell, Mo Chengjun directly typed the fire talisman notification. Within a moment, Yue Siming's figure walked out of the cave formation.
It was obvious that he was handling spiritual materials just now, and a lot of dust and spiritual shavings fell on his clothes, and there was a strong aura of fire surrounding him.
When he saw Mo Chengjun, he didn't notice anyone else. He ran up to him with excitement on his face and said slightly excitedly: "Master Mo, Master Mo, if you want to get the effect you want, I really found the direction. I just did it." Refining.
Come on, let’s talk about it inwardly. "
When Mo Chengjun saw him like this, he didn't have the slightest doubt, and walked directly in. While rubbing his hands, he asked excitedly: "If it can be done, brother-in-law has helped me a lot this time.
Don't worry, I will definitely give you a complete version of the fire magic power that you have been longing for. "
Mo Chengjun slapped his chest loudly, and his promise was unambiguous at all. However, given his current status, no one thought he was bragging about this promise.
However, he still asked: "Well, Brother Yue, what you wrote on the paper crane is still too general. Do you have any ideas for refining weapons?
What do you think? Can you tell me in detail? "
While talking, the two of them had already stepped into Yue Siming's cave. Inadvertently, Yue Siming pinched a few spells to activate the cave's formation and close the restrictions.
Then, during the conversation, they arrived at Yue Siming's exclusive weapon refining room.
The area here is not small. In the center is a small ground fire pool, and next to the ground fire is a bottomless cold pool.
The scorching heat of the fire and the coldness of the deep pool are intertwined here. In this way, there is a place for water and fire training required for processing spiritual materials.
However, when he arrived here, Mo Chengjun was stunned.
Because it's so neat and tidy, it doesn't even look like someone was refining weapons just now.
What's more, he knew Yue Siming well and knew that this man had a slight mysophobia.
Although the work of making weapons is different from blacksmithing, it is also "dirty and messy".
Every time the refining was over, Yue Siming had to clean up his refining room, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.
But now, it’s so clean here!
"This is?"
Just as Mo Chengjun was about to turn around and ask, he felt a pain in his neck, his head was confused, and he couldn't help but stumble forward a few steps.
Snapped!
The crisp sound echoed in the weapon refiner. Mo Chengjun turned his head, looked at Yue Siming with a confused expression, and asked: "Brother Yue, why did you hit me?"
Yue Siming also blinked, with a question mark on his face: "Why didn't you faint?"
Their eyes met for just a moment, and their eyes seemed to have communicated a lot.
The next second, the two figures retreated back as if they were electrocuted, and quickly distanced themselves.
One person at a time, they reached both ends of the refining room before stopping.
The difference is that Yue Siming blocked the entrance, while Mo Chengjun could only stand against the wall.
Standing still, he involuntarily reached out and touched the back of his neck, feeling the numbness on his skin gradually fading away, but a feeling of fear rose in his heart.
This is because he continued to train his body, otherwise, he would probably be lying down by now.
That’s really it, you’re at the mercy of others!
But what he was more curious about was, why?
Raising his head, Mo Chengjun stared at Yue Siming with a serious look on his face: "I didn't expect that Elder Yue of Qianji Pavilion, a dignified weapon refining hall, would actually attack from behind?"
Yue Siming looked at his palms with a look of doubt on his life.
At this time, his left hand had swollen rapidly, and when he felt the pain that penetrated into his bone marrow, he was finally sure.
Well, it’s not that I don’t use enough force, but that my opponent’s head is too strong.
“I also didn’t expect that Master Mo, the majestic Galaxy Sword Sect’s creative master and world-famous for his magic, would have such amazing body-refining achievements.
It’s actually, it’s really…”
After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with an idiom: "You are not doing your job properly!"
Mo Chengjun didn't care at all, but was complacent: "If you didn't have this trump card, wouldn't you just succeed?
But I'm just curious. As a person like me, it would be an exaggeration to say that I am indifferent to the world, but I guess no one would object to the saying that 'If you don't leave the front door, you won't take the second door.'
I hardly have any big grudges with anyone, but why do some people want to harm me?
Can it still drive you to give up everything you have now and take action yourself? "
Yue Siming shook his head and explained patiently: "I didn't want to kill you, otherwise, what I just used would not be a palm, but a magic weapon.
We just came here because we wanted to invite Master Mo to my home to learn more about the wonderful teachings. "
"Your home? Your home?!"
Mo Chengjun's eyes narrowed slightly, then opened suddenly: "I didn't expect that you are actually a spy from the foreign sect?"
"You can say that!"
Did he admit it?
He admitted it!
He actually admitted it so openly!
Mo Chengjun couldn't help but take a deep breath. For the first time, he had doubts about the safety of the Galaxy Sword Sect.
"But the problem is, I really don't like your invitation method!"
"In urgent matters, please obey the authority, Master Mo, please forgive me."
Mo Chengjun asked again: "Then can you tell me who you are?"
Yue Siming smiled, and his smile showed pride and pride that could only be cultivated by someone who was not a casual cultivator.
"Bu Tian's disciple, Lotus Messenger Yue Siming, has come to pay homage to Master Mo."
