"I dare to ask what happened to the master of the Changxun Pavilion. I need to report it in person and explain the reason clearly." The black-robed monk said.
"Let's talk about some business and do it if we can."
"Okay, Taoist Master, please wait until I go to report."
Xue Tong entered Wuxiang Garden.
"What's the origin of Wuxiang Pavilion?" Xue Tong asked the others.
"The ancient pavilion was originally the library pavilion of a lay Taoist temple. The Taoist temple caught fire due to lightning and was almost completely burned down. The Dugu Pavilion is basically intact. It is said that it was blessed by the gods and survived."
"From then on, it became unstoppable and spread more and more mysteriously. Eventually, it attracted Xuanmen warriors, built a dojo for training, and built a garden that has been passed down to this day."
"How long is the ancient pavilion?"
"Twenty-eight thousand years!"
While they were talking, the black-robed monk invited Xue Tong and led him around the garden, through the corridor, and into the spacious backyard.
The master of Wuxiang Pavilion is Dacheng. He is about sixty years old. He has a gray beard, a medium face shape, red and phoenix eyes that are gleaming, and a sad face that cannot be concealed.
"sit!"
The Master of Wuxiang Pavilion pointed to the seat beside the table and asked, "Do you have business to do, Master Taoist?"
"Yang wants to temper the earth treasure. I heard that there is a channel in Wuxiang Pavilion, so I came here to ask."
The Pavilion Master suddenly looked disappointed, "That's it? Let's discuss it after the immediate problems are solved."
"The pavilion master's problem lies with Yang, but there is one problem. If it can be solved successfully, you need to help me find the dwarf weapon tempering master."
Xue Tong is fully confident in solving the problems faced by small and medium-sized forces like Wuxiang Pavilion, and this is not a lie.
"The Taoist Priest brings a great-level spiritual pet, and his cultivation level is certainly not weak, but it is not wise to rely too much on him." said the Master of Wuxiang Pavilion.
"What's bothering you? Let me tell you." Xue Tong asked.
"The enemies of Wuxiang Pavilion are about to come. I have hired a few helpers, but they are still not enough."
"The matter dates back thirty years ago. At that time, I had a fight with Huang Xiaohu, a native of Bazhou, over the robbery of resources. I won by a small margin, but Huang Xiaohu was injured and escaped."
"Huang Xiaohu suddenly asked someone to bring a message two months ago, claiming that he would come to take revenge. He gave a way out and ordered this pavilion to give up Wuxiang Garden!" said the master of Wuxiang Pavilion.
"Oh, the most common form of revenge in the mysterious world."
Xue Tong was even a little disappointed.
"Having openly threatened two months in advance, without fear of Wu Xiangge's preparations, Huang Xiaohu's strength is so much higher?" Xue Tong thought about it and asked.
"What the Taoist Master said is absolutely true. This thief was able to compete with me back then, but even if he can win now, he won't be too strong after all."
"He is not yet qualified to be bold. There must be a powerful person behind him. This is what I am most worried about."
"I made an appointment with two friends of the same level, including the Taoist priest and the other monks of Wuxiang Pavilion. The Bazhou people want to win steadily, unless..."
"Unless Huang Xiaohu invited heavenly beings?!" Xue Tong pretended, with fear in his eyes.
"Well, that's why I ask fellow Taoists not to be too conceited. I've already prepared for the worst. At worst, I'll have to leave the compound and find another place." Wuxiangge consoled him.
“The master is considerate and admirable!”
Xue Tong didn't say anything anymore. The gods would kill him as soon as they came, but they didn't come. It would be useless to say more.
…
The mountain behind Wuxiang Courtyard.
There is a two-story wooden hall in front of a low mountain. The wide flat ground in front of the hall is paved with bluestone. The stone is two feet thick, giving people a very solid feeling.
But the mood of the Master of Wuxiang Pavilion was like a porcelain bottle hanging in the air, erratic. When he saw Huang Xiaohu, he was mixed with joy and sorrow, and sank slightly.
Wutianren arrived, but Grandmaster Huang Xiaohu, who was at the top of his game, invited three more accomplished monks. They all had deep auras and cold gleams in their eyes. They were definitely not good.
The second cultivator next to the pavilion master looked solemn, but Xue Tong was in a daze, as if he was wandering and thinking about something.
"Have you thought about it?"
Huang Xiaohu sat down and got straight to the point.
The Master of Wuxiang Pavilion looked at Xue Tong, as if asking: "Didn't you say that everything is done? When the matter comes, will you come forward?"
"Huang Xiaohu, you are too late, so you have to go home!"
Xue Tongfei came out of the wooden hall and stood under the steps and sneered.
Huang Xiaohu was stunned, and his face turned red.
He was six feet two inches tall and as strong as an iron tower. He walked out of the palace gate in a few steps.
Without saying anything, he turned around and struck hard with his big fist.
Xue Tong seemed casual and slapped a palm.
The edge of the fist shattered, and Huang Xiaohu's wrist bones cracked and shattered into pieces.
He took a few steps back and fell back into the hall.
"The injury is not serious. If you take good care of yourself for a few months, you can recover as before." Xue Tong said calmly.
It is human nature for Huang Xiaohu to seek revenge, and he has no grudge against himself, so Xue Tong spared his life.
"You failed in your revenge and saved your life. From now on, you are not allowed to bring up the past and bring bad luck to Wuxiang Pavilion. Otherwise, I will not be blamed." Xue Tong said.
The Master of Wuxiang Pavilion imagined countless scenarios, but none of them showed Xue Tong defeating the enemy with one move. Including the black-robed monks, more than ten Wuxiang Pavilion monks were all in a daze, and they woke up after a while.
Huang Xiaohu's helper woke up from the shock and helped him leave quickly.
…
The master of the pavilion lives alone in the small courtyard.
"Wuxiang Pavilion does have channels for dwarf weapon masters, but they all rely on intermediaries to send the magic weapons that need to be tempered and get them back on time." The master of Wuxiang Pavilion said.
"How long does it take to wait in line for a treasure quenching request?" Xue Tong asked.
"One to two years"
Xue Tong thought: "So there are many dwarf weapon temperers in Zhongzhou, and they are definitely not just three or five people."
"Yang heard that the orthodox dwarf weapon masters are supported by the tribe. How can there be a large-scale underground weapon tempering business in Zhongzhou?" Xue Tong asked.
"It's normal for the dwarves to give up their skills halfway, the dwarves who risk their lives to learn in secret, and the wild weapon masters are passed down from generation to generation, forming a certain scale."
"Well, that makes sense. Yang wants to see the weapon master. The master of the pavilion only needs to tell where the middleman is." Xue Tong revealed the real purpose.
The leader of Wuxiang Pavilion was in a very difficult position. "The dwarf weapon masters and middlemen are making ugly remarks. They will never be allowed to follow and search for them. Once discovered, contact will be cut off and they will most likely kill people and silence them to serve as a warning to others." The Taoist priest explained the problem of Wuxiang Pavilion. I am very grateful, but getting involved in the whirlpool of the dwarves will be even more dangerous and unpredictable."
"Yang can kill people right now!" Xue Tong glared.
"Yang will change his attire and find an intermediary after ten days. He will never disclose the source of the information and will not do anything to the dwarf weapon master. Pavilion Master, don't worry." Xue Tong said again.
The master of Wuxiang Pavilion finally informed that the middleman was the manager of the orchard in the west of the city. Every time he delivered or received goods, he pretended to buy spiritual fruits and did it quietly.
…
Xue Tong stayed in the downtown area for ten days.
Sneak into the orchard at night.
The steward heard the inexplicable noise in the yard and opened the door to take a look.
Xue Tong's big hand suddenly appeared above his head.
In the early days of being a master in charge, just when I was about to move, I felt a sharp pain in my head.
"Don't move, don't scream!"
"I heard that Taoist friend knows the dwarf weapon temperer and came here to visit!" Xue Tong shouted in a low voice.
Xue Tong used inducements and threats at the same time, and when he asked the manager, he was the owner of the elixir shop.
The shopkeeper is a master, and the next level up should be a dwarf weapon master.
"Just pretend what happened tonight didn't happen. The shopkeeper's family is not yours. No one can find you if you don't show your face."
Xue Tong threw the bag of spiritual stones and left.
…
The next day.
Xue Tong claimed that his surname was Luo, pretended to sell medicine, displayed several boxes of sixth-grade elixirs, and invited the shopkeeper to interview him.
Shopkeeper Li is a rickety old man. His Taoist robe has not been washed for many years and is full of the smell of elixirs.
"These boxes of elixirs are all rare treasures. Are you sure you want to sell them, fellow Taoist?"
"Sell it if the price is right. In addition to selling medicine, Luo also wants to do the tempering business," Xue Tong said.
Shopkeeper Li's cloudy eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, "Quenching device? Fellow Taoist, I'm afraid you have found the place."
"Luo came here well prepared. Of course he has inquired clearly. The shopkeeper knows the dwarf weapon master."
"The elixir is easy to talk about. Please take a look at this magic weapon. Is it possible to temper it?"
Xue Tong gently placed the black lacquer knife on the table.
The shopkeeper took a few steps back and glanced over the blade.
The black lacquer knife is a very strange magical weapon. Xue Tong still does not know its material, and the knife body does not have any spiritual patterns or French embellishments.
As far as he knew, this treasure should be an "innate magic weapon". It was directly cast into a knife shape from natural spiritual materials without any tempering or French addition.
"Material refining can only be found in the spiritual world. How can it be tempered in the mortal world? Fellow Taoist, please put it away. I don't know a dwarf weapon master." The shopkeeper said.
"Take me to see the shopkeeper. These eight million spiritual stones will be yours." Xue Tong took back his sword and replaced it with a heavy bag of spiritual stones.
Walking around the shopkeeper's house...
"Li, please think of a way. Do you really want to see fellow Taoist?"
"certainly!"
"Okay! Come to the pharmacy tomorrow at Shenshi time. If Li finds a way, he will take you there!" the shopkeeper said.
…
Xue Tong got on the second carriage.
The car left Taishun Mansion and entered the mountainous area on the outskirts of the city.
The green hills stretch as far as the eye can see, and the many villas and courtyards are inhabited by people who are profound and powerful in Zhongzhou.
After driving on the secluded mountain road for about an hour, the carriage drove into the villa and stopped in the yard.
"Fellow Taoist, wait a moment, I'll go call someone."
"Well, please do it, shopkeeper."
Xue Tong got out of the car and looked around in the yard.
Soon, five people entered the hospital, including a brown-haired dwarf.
Xue Tong smiled faintly and said, "The weapon master is here. Others should stay away first. Don't think about killing people and grabbing treasures, which will ruin our business mood."
How could Xue Tong not know about "Xiao Jiujiu" who is the shopkeeper of the drug store.
He showed off a lot of money and treasures, and also told the secret of breaking the medicine shop's quenching tools. How could Shopkeeper Li let him go?
"What business are you talking about? Let's go talk to the Lord of Hell!"
The tall and thin monk is at the top of the Grand Master, the head of the five, and the storage bracelet flies out of the four earth-level swords.
After hanging out with the dwarves for a long time, the magic weapon turned out to be excellent.
The four-elephant sword formation bared its fangs and claws, pressing like a mountain.
Xue Tong's right hand has already put on the Barbarian God's glove.
"Bang!"
The evil god's shadow penetrated and instantly shattered the Four Elephant Formation hubs.
Xue Tongtian completed the thirteenth level of Bei Fist, and the shadow of his fist looked like the head of a ferocious general.
The tall and thin monk's chest felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. The four-elephant sword array also exploded in an instant, and the four swords flew out of the courtyard.
Destroying the hub of the formation was twice as difficult as defeating the sword formation. Xue Tong severely damaged the five leaders with one move.
Killing was easy, but Xue Tong really didn't want to kill.
The road to seizing the treasure is blocked, so spending a lot of money to buy the treasure is the original intention.
What Xue Tong wants is for the dwarf weapon master to write down the method of tempering the weapon silently.
Xue Tong holds a bloody short axe, which is of the third grade of Earth level.
The blood-slaying ax of the strongest monk in the dwarf race back then!
"You see clearly, I am here to discuss business, not to take the lives of dogs like you! The weapon master stays here, you guys stay away!"
Regardless of the magical weapon's cultivation level, Xue Tongju definitely has the upper hand, while shopkeeper Li and the other five people stood away obediently.
Xue Tong said: "I use this treasure, plus 100 million spiritual stones, to exchange for the dwarf's weapon quenching skills."
Worth over 300 million!
The dwarf weapon master's face turned red, and he was shocked and out of breath.
At the end, he choked out one sentence: "As per the oath of our clan, no matter life or death, we will never spread it to outsiders!"
"I know this dwarf oath, but isn't it a workaround to find the witnesses who took the oath and re-establish it?" Xue Tong shouted.
"The Taoist master has deep cultivation and is merciful. I am grateful to you. However, seeing that my respected master has thought, it is better to give up as soon as possible. If the Taoist master is not up to the level, it would be better to leave now!" said the dwarf.
"Believe it or not, I killed you and brought out your master?"
Xue Tong said angrily.
