Amidst the huge roar of gold and iron, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, as if he was half asleep and half awake.
Martial arts lies in all aspects. Walking, sitting and lying down are all martial arts, and every move is martial arts.
Blacksmithing, naturally, is the same.
Every time he hammered hard, every subtle reaction of himself, the hammer, and the metal being struck emerged in his mind.
There seems to be no difference in beating, but in fact there are subtle adjustments for each hammer.
Beat, drill, explode, disperse, condense, wrap...
Fighting with iron is like fighting!
Momentum, body, and true energy are all fully mobilized.
Every time the hammer is struck, the huge cold iron platform will tremble and buzz, and the sea of magma and fire will surge, making people suspect that the cold iron platform will be hammered to pieces.
boom!
boom! boom!
Violent beatings one after another woke up the shocked old monks.
Sanyin and others quickly gathered around, carrying various metals, controlling the fire, and preparing for An Qisheng.
Huangjue Temple has a unique secret that can increase the temperature of the flame by adding some unknown powder.
At the same time, several old monks were even more shocked.
Obviously the Taoist's posture for beating was wrong, but the sound of the beating was louder than the previous one, and each blow was faster than the other, as if he didn't feel tired at all.
Only Miki, the corner of his eye twitched, a little worried about his hammer.
Although he believed in An Qisheng's control over his strength, he couldn't help but worry that his cold iron hammer would be damaged.
This strength is too fierce.
This busy time lasted three days and three nights.
boom!
A loud noise broke the silence of Huangjue Temple in the night.
"Forging Soldier Valley? Is this a furnace explosion?"
Near the Soldier-casting Valley, many monks were awakened. They all looked at the Soldier-casting Valley and frowned.
Naturally, the casting of soldiers is not 100% successful. Over the years, there have been many incidents of explosions in the furnaces of the Forging Valley.
The two most thrilling ones even triggered volcanic eruptions that were suppressed by cold iron, and almost destroyed the Soldier Casting Valley.
Huhu~~~
Many monks stationed in the Forged Soldier Valley even put on their single clothes and stepped into the winter night.
He raised his eyebrows and looked up, only to see the sky above the Forged Soldiers Valley filled with flames, and a clear mushroom cloud suddenly spread out under the red moon.
What reached my ears was the sound of countless gold and iron sounds.
It seemed as if the entire Huangjue Temple's weapons were leaping and beating for it.
"What happened?"
Suddenly, many monks were shocked.
I felt that the Weapon Forging Valley had become a sea of weapons. Although it could not be seen with the naked eye, one could feel the extreme sharpness brewing and accumulating, which made people look at it with horror.
"This is......"
Sankong looked at the Soldier Casting Valley in the distance, his long white eyebrows trembling.
He has never seen this kind of situation, but he has heard that two hundred years ago, when the Huangjue Bell was cast, it also caused a stir in the spirit of war in the Forging Valley.
For two hundred years, countless armorers have tried to reproduce this phenomenon, but they have failed to do so.
At this time, a vision actually appeared again?
As soon as his heart moved, his body disappeared into the wind and snow, heading towards the Soldier Casting Valley.
Huhuhu~~~
There seemed to be strong winds in the Soldier Forging Valley, and the many swords, guns and clubs hanging everywhere were trembling and buzzing.
Under the Soldier Casting Valley, waves of fire were rolling, and the boiling magma seemed to be even more violent.
On the steps outside Hantietai, a group of senior monks who were forced to retreat continuously looked at Hantietai in surprise and joy, regardless of their own disgrace.
In the middle of the cold iron platform, An Qisheng held a sledgehammer high, his white robe constantly rolling in the waves of air.
On the iron platform in front of him, a spear kept buzzing and vibrating.
The spear was two feet long, and its entire body was red in color. It was covered with lines like meridians, running from the tail of the spear to the head of the spear that had not yet been fired.
At this time, the spear seemed to be alive, constantly vibrating and beating, making a buzzing sound like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.
There is even an extremely sharp aura spreading faintly.
It was as if his eyes were about to bleed just by looking at the unfired gun head.
"The intention of war..."
An Qisheng's eyes were half open and half closed.
His divine will was unprecedentedly active, and he could feel a layer of invisible and immaterial military intent rolling in, swirling around him, no, no, hovering near the spear, and converging, thus triggering a real violent wind.
Everything has an aura, whether it is strong or weak. Even iron and stone are filled with aura in the invisible void.
This is Jiufujie’s understanding of the aura.
In fact, just as the mass graves with piles of bones and tombs give people a sense of gloom and the thousand-year-old temples give people a sense of tranquility, this Valley of Soldiers has also accumulated a strong sense of war over the millennia.
But he didn't expect that when the gun was about to be completed, it would lead to such a change.
He held the sledgehammer high, and his half-open and closed eyes seemed to reflect the energy of countless wars intertwining with each other.
'The way of heaven is to make up for the excess of damage and make up for the deficiency... Under my beating, the spear hides the aura, and in this aura, it is at the lowest point, just like water flowing to lower places, and air flowing from Places with high air pressure flow to places with low air pressure...'
An Qisheng's heart moved.
This is not a bad thing. It has been baptized by many battles, which must be of great benefit to this long spear.
After a long time, when he felt that the air flow weakened and the vibration of the spear slowly subsided, An Qisheng raised the last hammer for a long time.
Crash down!
boom!
As the cold iron platform roared and shook, the magma rolled.
The group of old monks only heard a gunshot, which suddenly disappeared, and then a red-gold light pierced the sky, like a dragon leaping into the abyss, and a golden roc spreading its wings straight up to the nine heavens.
The magic gun is finally done!
........
The wind is howling and the sky is covered with snow.
The heavy snow that has fallen for several days has covered the boundless land with a thick layer of snow.
On the official road a few miles away from Huangjue Temple, there was smoke rising from a pavilion that was usually used for passers-by to enjoy the shade. Two people were sitting around a small stove, drinking wine.
"That old bastard doesn't deserve to be the son of a man, he doesn't deserve to be the son of a man..."
After pinching the wet clothes, Ji Liu took a dull sip of wine.
The spicy feeling spreads from the mouth and tongue.
He was a little irritable.
With his status, apart from having to humble himself in front of the Grand Master, he also did not need to be polite when meeting Dafeng's frontier officials.
People have always been waiting for him, so why should he wait for others?
Just wait three months!
"Brother Six, no matter how difficult this is, can it be more difficult than thinking about our brothers following the Lord across the vast sea, suffering from hunger and cold for dozens of days, and fighting dozens of battles with the enemy?"
The middle-aged man, who was dressed in black and had a dark complexion, couldn't help but shake his head:
"You really are used to living a good life, so you can't bear any pain?"
"What you said makes sense, but..."
Ji Liu squeezed the wine glass and shook his head: "You and I fought desperately. There were more than 10,000 brothers in the past and now there are only eight of you and me. What is it for? Isn't it just glory and wealth?"
As he spoke, he poured himself a glass of wine and served it to Ji Baman: "Is it possible that he is loyal to the emperor and patriotic? Don't be stupid."
Ji Ba shook his head inwardly, stopped talking to him about this, and asked instead:
"Brother Six, what did the Lord say when you were flying pigeons to deliver messages?"
"The Lord said, if the old Taoist priest can cast a magic weapon, if the magic weapon is in hand, you and I will immediately release the golden feathered eagle and retreat, and don't stay for a moment..."
Ji Liu put down the wine bottle and said with a somewhat cold expression:
"The Lord wanted to win over the old Taoist priest, but there was a huge fire in Huangjue Temple last night, and there was an implicit intention of war. I'm afraid those old monks still disobeyed the Lord...
I have released the golden-feathered eagle, yes or no..."
Three months is not a long time, but it is not a short time.
At least, with the strength of Huangjue Temple's Weaponry Valley, not to mention one magic weapon, but two or three, three months is probably enough.
And if the old Taoist priest really comes out with the magic weapon, then the problem will really be big...
I just hope that it was a furnace explosion last night and not the creation of a magic weapon!
"In recent years, as the king has become more and more eager to act, there have been more and more conflicts between Huangjue Temple and the imperial court. I heard that the Six Gates have been searching for evidence of Huangjue Temple's crimes over the years...
Their sin against the Lord will only hasten their destruction! "
Ji Ba's face was gloomy.
There was no conflict between Huangjue Temple and the imperial court at first. On the contrary, these honest-looking monks reassured the imperial court more than those unruly martial arts people.
Everything should start with the hunting meeting in Nantian Mountain.
At that time, although Huangjue Temple sent many monks to help, they refused to allow the imperial court to requisition their weapon-making valley, leaving no room for negotiation.
Although they later donated tens of thousands of fine weapons in an attempt to repair the relationship, anyone with a discerning eye knew that the relationship between the two parties was not as harmonious as before.
The six gates want to collect the world's weapons, and Huangjue Temple must bear the brunt.
But as he said that, he was also a little surprised:
"It's just that the movement last night was so similar to the time when the Lord forged swords and armor, I'm afraid something is wrong..."
"My lord, I am used to being cautious. There are dozens of divine veins in the world, so what if there is one more? Do you really dare to be an enemy of my court?"
Ji Liu raised his head and drank the wine in the glass:
"If he accepts the invitation, it's fine. But if he doesn't accept it, will he still become an enemy of me, Dafeng?"
Although the Divine Meridian has the reputation of being able to defeat a whole country, it is definitely not worthy of Dafeng, who leads a land thousands of miles away, has millions of soldiers, and has countless masters!
Even someone as powerful as Pang Wanyang would not dare to attack Dafeng. Even if an old Taoist priest became a divine vein, what kind of trouble could he make?
"Huh?"
Ji Ba was holding the wine glass, his eyes suddenly moved, and he lost his voice:
"B-Bag, look..."
Ji Liu followed his gaze.
Among the heavy clouds, I saw a winding body of a cold dragon that was more than ten feet long, swimming in the wind and snow in the sky. It moved across a mile with a slight movement, and it was incredibly fast.
Wow~
Ji Ba stood up immediately, the cup was crushed to pieces, and the wine splashed.
Ji Liu's expression also changed, and his mind tensed up.
I saw the cold dragon swooping in, and a man standing on top of the dragon's head, with white robes flying, was playing with a red spear.
Look at it lightly.
The eyes were deep and dull, but seemed to have substantial weight, which made them feel suffocated and almost breathless.
