The sky was bright and snowflakes were falling in the sky again, but there was no snow in the mountains behind Huangjue Temple.
An Qisheng and the great monk Sanyin walked towards the back mountain slowly.
Huangjue Temple was originally hollowed out from several mountains. Although there are many temples there, there are still some shadows of the original mountains.
The mountain behind Huangjue Temple, where weapons are refined, is one of them.
Clang! Clang! ! ...
There was still a mile away from the back mountain, and there was already a heat wave coming along with the sound of gold and iron hammering on the pavement.
An Qisheng looked from a distance and saw that there were thick fireworks on the back mountain, the sky was scorching with smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.
That mountain was originally a volcano.
"The places where soldiers are made in the world, headed by our Huangjue Temple and Wanjian Villa, are not much different from the places where soldiers are made by the Dafeng court..."
Sanyin sighed slightly:
"For thousands of years, countless magic weapons in the martial arts world came from our Huangjue Temple."
"Refining weapons for thousands of years is indeed extraordinary."
An Qisheng nodded slightly.
In his eyes, there was a very strong sense of war in the mountains behind Huangjue Temple, which was the mark left by the forging and recasting of magic weapons.
Indelible and cannot be ignored.
These brands may seem useless, but they are actually quite useful for forging soldiers.
Just like an ancient academy with a thousand-year literary atmosphere, which often gives people a feeling of cleansing people's hearts, the meaning of war in this military forging field also has a lot of baptism for weapons.
"The young monk has been in charge of the Weaponry Valley for many years and has personally crafted sixteen divine weapons. Unfortunately, there is not yet one person who can truly survive the baptism of thunder and achieve divine veins with the divine weapons."
Sanyin said and glanced at An Qisheng:
"The Taoist priest's physical strength is unparalleled in the world. I am afraid that no one can match it in the past and present. However, the thunder baptism is by no means easy. The Taoist priest must be careful. Be careful."
Sanyin said it quite sincerely.
Divine Vein is the highest pursuit of Jianghu people, and it is also the most dangerous level. He has been condensing Qi Vein for many years, but he has never been able to advance to Divine Vein.
It's because this threshold is too dangerous.
Throughout the ages, countless talented people have fallen before the Divine Vein.
"Thank you, Master, for the tip."
An Qisheng thanked him.
He had quite a good impression of the great monk.
In the past three months, Huangjue Temple has indeed done its best, especially the great monk, who has been running around in the many mines of Huangjue Temple for three months to get all kinds of spiritual materials for him. With this kind of heart, he has to collar.
If it were an ordinary sect, even if they were willing to admit defeat, they might not be so dedicated.
Even if the most top-notch materials were hidden, he was not surprised at all.
It can only be said that a sect that has been inherited for thousands of years does have its own unique features.
Of course, An Qisheng didn't completely take advantage. He also paid for the gold and silver needed for the materials. Thanks to Zhao Changying, he was not short of money.
However, top-notch materials are all expensive but not marketable, so he naturally took advantage.
"The young monk also has selfish motives."
Sanyin smiled and said: "It is rare in ancient times for Taoist Master Tianzong's talent to have his energy cross the divine veins, and it is almost non-existent if he is not a soldier master. If you can advance to the divine veins with the divine weapons I created for you, you can even Leaving my name in history is not in vain for my many years of building soldiers!"
An Qisheng smiled and shook his head, looking at the smoke of fireworks in the distance, his eyes were a little leisurely:
"But I don't know what the legendary eight celestial weapons look like."
Among the Jiufu Realm, what concerned him the most was definitely the eight celestial weapons.
Speaking of the divine weapons, he thought of the King Quan Sword again.
Tong Zhengyang brought the Wang Quan Sword to break through the boundary and come to Xuanxing. This is a bit strange no matter how you look at it, especially because the Wang Quan Sword will regard himself as the master.
He had many guesses in his mind, but unfortunately, he could only find out the answer when he returned to Xuanxing.
"It has been more than seven hundred years since the divine weapons disappeared, but I don't know when they will reappear."
There was also a trace of yearning on Sanyin’s face:
"Magic weapons have to be refined and cultivated. There are three points of refining and seven points of cultivating. The achievement of a magic weapon depends on the owner, not just on its material! The eight magic weapons were not all those legendary weapons at first. Made of the same material..."
As a weapons maker, no one wants to see the divine weapons more than him.
While the two were talking.
Already approaching the Soldier-casting Valley.
The heat waves in the valley here are extremely hot. In the middle of winter, some nearby monks only wear shorts. The monks who hammer gold and iron in the valley are even more naked.
An Qisheng's eyes moved.
These monks have restrained auras and strong bodies. Not only do they have good Qi cultivation, but they also possess great skills.
The martial arts skills were much higher than those of the thousands of monks in the previous martial arts arena.
"Forging soldiers is also a practice."
Seemingly sensing An Qisheng's curiosity, Sanyin explained:
"But after entering my Huangjue Temple, I spent three years racing horses to observe his character, three years working as a handyman to test my patience, three years in the lecture hall and reading Buddhist scriptures thoroughly, three years in the Discipline Hall to learn my precepts, and then ten years in the martial monk hall to practice martial arts. After that, I will spend three years in the Soldier Forging Valley, where I will strengthen my body and temper my will..."
"I entered the monastery at the age of six. I'm already 30 years old when I have reached this point."
An Qisheng sighed.
The system of Huangjue Temple cannot be said to be good, but it is still sound. After being honed over the past twenty-five years, he must be a person with a calm mind.
Although there is a lack of understanding that makes it difficult to produce young geniuses, there is no doubt that they are all mainstays.
"If you can't stand up for yourself, how can you teach others the Dharma?"
Sanyin said:
"How can I persuade others to put down the butcher's knife when I'm so brave and ruthless?"
Clang! Clang! Qiang~~
Amidst the sounds of gold and iron knocking, the two walked into the Soldier Casting Valley.
As expected, there is an active volcano under the Zhubing Valley, and the temperature inside is very high. This is the reason why there is a cold spring drawn from a distance. Otherwise, the temperature would be so high that ordinary people would be burned as soon as they come in. die.
Many of the great monks who struck gold and iron were sweating profusely, and their bodies, as if they were made of copper and iron, were glowing red.
In such an extreme environment, it is a great test for the human body. Not only does horizontal kung fu practice progress extremely quickly, but the internal energy of the spirit is also in an extremely active state all the time.
If you really work hard here for three years, you will gain a lot more than if you work hard outside for ten years.
This Soldier-casting Valley goes lower and lower as you go, and the temperature gets higher as you go down. The real place where soldiers are cast is within the volcano.
By the time they got here, An Qisheng could feel a hint of warmth even with his physique, and Monk Sanyin had already built up his energy.
When you go down the last step, you will see a sea of rolling red flames.
In the sea of fire, there is a huge cold iron platform with a length and width of several hundred feet.
There is a saying that there is one pound of cold iron and one tael of gold in the world. Although it is exaggerated, it also shows how precious cold iron is. The amount of cold iron used in this platform is more than tens of millions of pounds?
Except for the Huangjue Temple, which was founded for thousands of years, no one can be so generous.
At this time, there were more than ten old monks wearing only a pair of animal skin shorts working on the platform.
Those old monks were about the same size as the Three Seals, each with strong bones and strong muscles, holding up a frightening hammer, striking pieces of strange metal under the slap of the splashing magma fire points.
The existence of the Qi Vein Network is enough to support a person to act normally in an extremely cruel environment. This is something that is difficult to achieve simply with the physical body.
Of course, this does not include today's An Qisheng.
With his current physical condition, he might not be able to bathe in the lava, but swimming would be no big deal.
If you dissect him, you will find that his skin is different from the composition of human skin, flesh, muscles and bones due to the interweaving of Qi meridians.
Any muscle fiber is much tougher than a steel bar.
"Senior Brother Sanyin! Taoist Priest Wang Quan!"
Seeing the two of them, an old monk put down his hammer and stepped towards them.
This old monk's name is Sanmu, and he is Sanyin's junior brother. He has not left the Forging Valley for many years and has been forging iron almost every day.
The old monk saluted and shouted:
"Senior brother! The gun body has been shot and is waiting for you!"
The gun body is not difficult to build, especially since An Qisheng has no requirements for the gun body except toughness, so it has already been built.
Only the gun head is extremely difficult to choose, whether it is material selection, heat, strength, or sudden firing.
It is the most difficult to create.
Sanyin is the number one weapons master of Huangjue Temple. Naturally, it is safest for him to take charge of this last step.
After all, the materials used in this spear were all top-notch. Once it became useless, they would not be able to forgive themselves.
"The last step is not done by me."
Hearing this, Sanyin shook his head.
"ah?"
Miki was stunned: "If senior brother doesn't come, who can? The material used in this gun tip is worth no less than a city. If it is useless..."
After three seals of silence, An Qisheng took a step forward and replied with a smile:
"I am the master of the divine weapons, so this last step should naturally be done by me."
In the past three months, although he was waiting for the return of Sanyin, he was not idle either.
Every day I exercised my body, transported my energy, and practiced martial arts on my own in my dreams. I also learned blacksmithing by the way.
With his current learning ability and inhuman control over his body, learning to forge is a piece of cake.
Not only can you learn it right away, but you can also become good at it once you learn it.
"Master Wang Quan?"
Not only Miki, but also some other old monks looked over, surprised and confused.
Although they knew that this Taoist King's physique was astonishing, blacksmithing was not something that could only be done with great strength. There were many skills involved.
"You, can you do it?"
Miki couldn't help it anymore: "This batch of materials is so precious that the second batch can't be found in the temple for the time being."
"I know it well."
An Qisheng did not defend himself. He moved slightly and appeared in the center of the platform like a ghost. He casually picked up the big hammer that Miki had put down.
As soon as he felt it, this huge hammer weighing a thousand kilograms appeared vividly in his mind.
Its material composition, where it has been worn, where the most effort has been put... all kinds of information have been understood by him.
His speed was extremely fast, and several old monks kept staring at him, but they did not see his movements clearly, nor did they know that he just picked up the hammer casually, and it seemed as if he had been using it for decades.
It was too late to say the rejection.
He saw An Qisheng picking up the hammer weighing a thousand kilograms like a piece of firewood.
After weighing it lightly, he just smashed it!
This hit made the hearts of all the old monks jump!
It was obviously a casual hit, but the moment the hammer fell, the air around him fled away like a howl, and ripples spread out.
In the void that was rippling like water, the dark hammer head turned red under the intense friction!
What kind of terrifying power is this?
Once the elixir becomes strong, every finger will be full of energy, let alone An Qisheng now?
It seemed like he just hit it casually, but in fact all the strength from his whole body poured into his wrist. It looked like he dropped the hammer lightly, but in fact it was no different from hitting it with all his strength!
And he can shake the Huangjue Bell weighing tens of millions of kilograms with his bare hands, but what about the power of a hammer?
boom!
There seemed to be thunder exploding under the hammer!
The huge cold iron platform rang in response, emitting a long-lasting buzzing sound like dragons roaring and tigers roaring.
The boiling and hot magma all around suddenly rose ten feet high like a curtain!
Under the crackling lava falling like rain, a group of old monks were dumbfounded, as if they had seen ghosts and gods, and they forgot to dodge for a moment.
Is this still a human being?
Is this still a human being? !
