Outside Yeyang Valley.
The young man in red with two horns on his forehead used his sword energy to kill the companions who secretly attacked him. His fierce eyebrows turned into calm. He used the dust removal technique to clean himself up and down, and waved the third level who fell in a pool of blood. The wooden wolf demon corpse was put into the storage bag, turned around and walked southeast.
The breeze blew the corners of his bright red clothes, and his immature face looked a little indifferent. Suddenly he remembered something, and the corners of his lips curled up. His immature facial features suddenly became dazzling. He quickened his pace and ran towards the city of Canada. .
The south of Canada City is a large housing rental area. After the boy in red entered the city gate unobstructed, he turned left and right, walked through the streets and alleys, and not long after, he stopped outside the gate of an ordinary small courtyard.
This time he went to Yeyang Valley for training, and he hasn't come back for half a year. I wonder if the master is still tinkering with weapons recently.
Thinking of his master, a smile appeared on his face for no reason.
Over the years, the master has repeatedly failed and failed in the matter of refining weapons. He has almost devoted himself entirely to the matter of refining weapons. However, the master really has no talent in refining weapons. Even he can already do it. After successfully refining the spiritual weapon, the master can still only refine the high-grade magic weapon.
I remember that a year ago, my master had great difficulty in refining a low-grade spiritual weapon that was jet black. I brought it to the yard and excitedly asked him to taste it. In the blink of an eye, it exploded. If not for his quick eyesight and quick hands, he threw out a defensive spiritual weapon. , to cover the center of the explosion, the small courtyard where they have lived for twenty years will probably be scrapped.
Not only that, the explosion of a spiritual weapon is powerful enough to affect many surrounding neighbors.
The master is always arrogant, saying that it's not that his weapon refining quality is poor, but that his weapon refining talent is too good. He is only at the third level of cultivation and can refine spiritual weapons beyond the realm. This kind of achievement, looking at the entire mountain and sea world, is unparalleled. He can be regarded as the only one. If he didn't have a complicated life experience and worshiped an unknown master, he would probably be famous throughout the entire demon clan by now.
In fact, even if there is a thirteenth-level great demon who wants to accept him as his disciple, he will never judge him as a disciple. Although the master has a weird personality, his teachings are also extremely strict. From the beginning of his cultivation, he has let He was self-reliant and never provided him with any resources other than a place to live. This made every step he took over the years extremely difficult, but every time he was given some advice, he benefited a lot. Most importantly, in When he was most isolated and helpless, it gave him someone to rely on.
For other demons, their masters and parents would provide them with a lot of cultivation resources and teach them carefully, but the master always led him in through cultivation, and he relied on himself for everything else, such as the way of swordsmanship, and gave him a basic foundation. As for swordsmanship, he was only asked to practice diligently. He was told that he was not allowed to advance to the fourth level before the sword energy was perfected, so he never bothered about it. For example, making talismans and refining weapons, after teaching the basics, he was left to fiddle with it on his own. , in the end he chose to specialize in cultivating weapons and let him make the decision himself.
But if not, he couldn't advance from the first level to the third level in just twenty years. His cultivation foundation is still very solid. He can go out to practice, win the first place in life and death, obtain the top weapon refining inheritance from the secret realm, and fight against the enemy. The means are also breaking through dangerously and dangerously. Now it is said that it is a rare opponent at the same level.
The master always said that he could not teach his disciples, but he felt that no one could teach his disciples as well as the master.
After living together for twenty years, the images of his grandma and his great-uncle and grandpa have faded in his heart. Instead, the images of his master laughing and scolding were so vivid that they left an indelible mark on his heart.
Withdrawing his thoughts, he pushed open the courtyard door and strode into the courtyard that he had been away from for half a year.
"Master, I'm back." The boy in red loudly announced his return, with obvious excitement in his voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light suddenly flashed in the middle room, and then a muffled explosion was heard. A gray-faced figure rushed out of the room and ran to the young man in red. Complained: "You little bastard, my master's ox-bone shaqin was about to be made, but you interrupted it and scrapped it again! What a great sin you have committed!"
The young man in red shook his head helplessly, waved his hand with a dust removal technique, and removed the dirt on his master's body. There was a bit of a smile in his eyes: "Master, you have failed this time. You kill a piano with a cow's bones? I haven't yet." You were tinkering with this thing before you set out to practice, but you haven't figured it out yet, and I'm afraid it won't be possible in a while." The young man pointed out the facts calmly.
After regaining his neatness, the man in red curled his lips and denied it: "Who said that? If you hadn't interrupted me this time, I would have become a teacher!" After saying that, he bared his teeth at the young man in anger. , there was already a striking scar on his right cheek, and this expression made it even more ferocious.
The boy in red couldn't resist his master the most, so he could only come up with a solution on his own: "Why don't I pay Master two ox bones to kill the harp?" This ox bone harp is a low-grade spiritual weapon, and he was able to successfully refine it in the past two years. system.
The man who was called the master straightened his face, pretended to be teaching earnestly, and said with his hands behind his back: "Mozi, how many times have I told you, master, that this life magic weapon must be refined by one's own hands. Only when you are really good at what you do can you pretend to be someone else, no matter how high your grade is, there will always be flaws.”
The young man in red, Mo Rong, who had grown up a lot since they first met twenty years ago, looked at his master with helplessness: "Then master punishes the disciple."
He looked like an elder was tolerating his quarrelsome junior. If he hadn't been a teenager now, who would have believed that he was the disciple.
Seeing his apprentice say this again, Liu Qingyan curled his lips again: "Okay, okay. Over the years, this is the only way to get into trouble. Punishment, punishment, whatever punishment. There is no tolerance for being a teacher." You must have not had a good rest after half a year of experience. Go back to your room to meditate and adjust your breath. Tomorrow, I will come to my teacher to talk about my insights from the six months of experience." After saying that, he rushed back to the room and reflected on the previous experience. That failed weapon refinement is gone.
The so-called failure is success. His own mother has accumulated all kinds of failures and can always find the path to final success. From successfully refining a low-grade magic weapon to a high-grade magic weapon, he has also walked this way.
Seeing his master's angry appearance, Mo Rong felt helpless on his face. He turned around and entered the room on the left.
In fact, he had a solid foundation in cultivation, and his progress was smooth and easy. There was no need to adjust his breath at this time, but he had to obey his master's orders. He sat cross-legged on the couch and adjusted his breath after burning a stick of incense. Chaos, withdrew from the state of tranquility.
He hadn't seen his master for half a year, and he missed him so much. They had never been separated for such a long time since becoming a master. Thinking of the living master he had just met, the corners of his lips subconsciously raised, and he turned his right hand over, and there was more in his hand. Same thing.
He used his demonic power to activate the image stone in his hand, and an image of a gorgeous and charming young man in red sitting lazily on a big stone appeared in front of his eyes. His gestures and eye movements were all so thrilling and alluring.
Mo Rong has watched this video countless times in the past ten years, but he never gets tired of it.
The picture stone was found in the storage bag Wu Yu left for him. In addition to the picture stone, there are several portraits with different movements. The protagonists are all of this gorgeous and charming man in red. He has felt that Master has been there since he was a child. It was a pity to have such a scar on his face. I accidentally turned over the photo stone and the portrait, and then I realized that the master without scars on his face was so dazzling.
He also asked his master if he could remove this scar, but his master just smiled and never responded directly. He always felt sorry for this.
But this time, after returning from the experience in Ye Yang Valley, he changed his mind and even felt lucky to have such a scar, because in this way, only he knew the best appearance of his master.
Every step of the way in Ye Yang Valley was filled with murderous intent. For him, a half-demon who had not yet entered the fourth level, it was quite thrilling. When he fell into the illusion, he once thought that he would never be able to escape.
It wasn't that the illusion was too powerful, but that the illusion revealed the deepest thoughts in his heart. Only then did he realize that what he had always thought about his master was no longer as simple as the relationship between master and disciple. In private, There is also an explanation for Li's behavior of observing the image in the photo stone over and over again.
The Master in the fantasy is not the usual laughing and scolding one. There are no scars on his face, nor would he call him "Mozi". Instead, he is very charming and alluring, his eyes are moving, his red lips are lightly parted, and he exhales like blue. Call him "Rong'er", put Ruyu's arms on his shoulders, and hook him up to share the sinking. He knew that this was not the real master, but still fell into the trap. He escaped at the last moment, only to find that Yuan Yang had been released. , it is difficult to collect water.
Master was in a hurry to go back to his room just now to realize this, so he didn't notice it. He will definitely find it out when we meet again tomorrow.
He took back the image stone, with a bit of a wry smile on his face. His master had taken care of him in his early years. It would be beneficial to his practice to stick to Yuanyang before the seventh level. However, he was made to lose Yuanyang by such an illusion. After the master knew about it, he still didn't know what to do. How to scold him.
The only blame is that he has a weak character. Even if he is scolded, he is to blame himself and no one else. In fact, after the master scolded him, he felt better. The relationship between master and disciple is like that of father and son, even better than the family relationship between father and son. If he had such thoughts for a long time, he could not resist the temptation even in the illusion, and if he did something like that to his master, he should be struck by lightning on the same day!
Over here, Mo Rong was despising himself with a complicated heart, while Liu Qingyan next door was crying without tears while holding the half-cut cow bone that had failed to be refined.
The apprentice was right, even if he hadn't been interrupted, he wouldn't have succeeded this time. He was so harsh just now because he didn't want to lose face in front of his young apprentice.
Since he accepted Morong as his disciple in Fengkan City, he took this little disciple all the way south and stayed temporarily in this Canadian city in the middle of the demon clan. On the one hand, he raised the little disciple, and on the other hand, he Also find a stable place to hone your weapon refining skills in preparation for refining your natal magic weapon.
He knew that his talent for weapon refining was poor, but he did not expect that it would be this bad. It took him twenty years to spend countless materials before he could become a third-level weapon refiner. After being promoted to the fourth level, he is now able to refine the invisibility talisman that he has been coveting for a long time. In terms of cultivation, perhaps because he rarely goes out, he is still in the late stage of foundation building.
He was tortured to the point of death by the weapon refining, but his little apprentice was completely opposite to him. On the road of weapon refining, it was all smooth sailing. A few years ago, he even received a weapon refining inheritance. With his third-level cultivation, he was already Then he entered the ranks of fourth-level weapon refiners. In contrast, he seemed even more miserable.
However, no matter how poor his weapon refining talent is, his level of weapon refining must be improved. The materials for the natal magic weapon are basically gathered, and he is waiting for his skills to be in place to refine the natal magic weapon. With the natal magic weapon, his strength will increase again. many.
He always felt that Heavenly Dao was very malicious towards him. In the early years, he sent geniuses such as Master, True Lord Xuwei, Master Shichen, Uncle Yunyang, and Uncle Qin to him one by one. Now, he accepted them. He is a disciple with a half-demon body, and he is also a master with his own bloodline to inherit the skills and great luck. After a hundred years, it will be just around the corner to surpass him in cultivation.
Such repeated blows, if he hadn't been polished for many years and his mind was firm, he would have had inner demons at this time, and even his path would have to go astray.
People are really incomparable. Thinking about it makes you vomit blood. I can’t think of it, I can’t think of it!
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