"You choose this?"
Zheng Tu asked slightly surprised when he saw Zhao Lin choose a hunting knife.
"Exactly, but I want to make some small changes."
Zhao Lin picked up the hunting knife, looked over it several times, raised his head and said to Zheng Tu.
"Haha, make changes!"
Hearing this, Zheng Tu grinned from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears, and blew out two streams of hot air from his nostrils.
"The magic weapon system evolved from countless battles. It has been tempered for a long time. If you gain one point, it will make you fat, and if you lose one point, you will lose weight."
"I have been making magic weapons for many years, but I never dare to act rashly. I never thought that Zhao Xiaoyou, a newborn calf, is not afraid of tigers, but he dared to change it as soon as he got it!"
Hearing Zheng Tu comparing the magic weapon to a beautiful woman, the two apprentices suppressed laughter and turned their heads to the side.
Zhao Lin ignored the other party's sarcasm and said without changing his expression: "Before I started practicing Taoism, I was a warrior in the mortal world and had some research on weapons. Senior, you might as well let me give it a try."
"If there are any deficiencies, please feel free to give me some pointers, senior."
Zheng Tu waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, the magic weapon is for you to use anyway."
After that, he asked the apprentice to get a charcoal pencil for Zhao Lin.
"Thank you."
Zhao Lin held a charcoal pencil in his hand, walked to the anvil table, and drew a sketch directly on it.
Zheng Tu kept a cold face and said nothing, but his eyes drifted over unconsciously, wanting to see what Zhao Lin could draw.
Soon, he saw the "small changes" that Zhao Lin called.
Zhao Lin made the belly of the hunting knife wider and thicker, and the front of the blade suddenly fell straight down, turning the whole into a curved scimitar.
Zheng Tu frowned, unable to guess Zhao Lin's purpose for doing this.
The shape of traditional combat knives has always been upward. Why is it reversed?
Not even like a sword, but like a sickle.
But I have to say that the sword after the changes is very fierce and domineering.
"Why does it look like a dog leg?"
The apprentice next to him whispered.
Zhao Lin looked sideways, and the apprentice quickly covered his mouth.
"Yes, this knife is indeed called a dog leg knife."
Zhao Lin smiled and said nonchalantly.
The shape of this combat knife refers to the Gurkha saber, and it is claimed to be the kukri knife that best conforms to the mechanical principles.
The Gurkha knife is the national knife of Nepal. It has a wide belly and a blade that bends forward like a dog leg. It is also called a dog leg knife.
In the 19th century, the Nepalese used this weird scimitar to fight against the invading British soldiers, killing countless enemies and establishing a great reputation.
Zheng Tu didn't take it seriously at first, but as the sketch took shape, he gradually put away his contempt and showed a look of surprise.
"It is top-heavy, wide in front and narrow in back, and the center of gravity is forward. When chopping, all the power is concentrated on the blade head, and the power of chopping is maximized."
After saying that, he took a deep breath and said, "This is not a knife, it is clearly an axe!"
Zhao Lin nodded and smiled: "Senior Zheng has a keen eye, and this junior admires him."
Zheng Tu's face felt a little hot and he asked, "Where did you see this knife?"
Zhao Lin said ambiguously: "This junior is a martial arts cultivator and has seen many weapons."
"The name of the dog leg knife is inelegant. What is its real name?"
"Recurve sword."
“I learned a lot today!”
Zheng Tu nodded slowly and said: "Okay, I will build this recurve sword for you. Let's see how powerful it is."
After a pause, he added: "I was so self-righteous just now. Don't be offended, little friend."
Zhao Lin quickly said: "Where, the junior also borrowed it from elsewhere."
Zheng Tu laughed and said, "Based on this picture, I won't charge a deposit."
Then he asked in a tentative tone: "If I create magic weapons for people in the future, can I use them as a reference?"
Reference means plagiarism, but there is no such thing as patent protection in the world of immortality, so it would be nice to be informed.
Zhao Lin smiled and said: "Senior, you are free to do it. As long as this magic weapon is easy to use, if anyone asks me about it in the future, I will tell you that it was made here by you."
"Don't worry, I can't destroy my own sign."
Zheng Tu patted his chest and stared at the sketch on the case, looking very happy to see it.
Next, the two discussed some specific details and finalized the format of the sword.
"Senior Zheng, please tell me how long it will take to build the sword. Junior, please come and get it."
Zhao Lin asked before leaving.
Zheng Tu thought for a moment and replied: "I can make those ordinary items in the market in one day. It will take at least five days to come up with a high-quality product."
"This is your dog-leg... recurve sword. This is my first time making it. I need to produce one or two samples first. Only after the survey is correct can I spend the money to produce a genuine product."
"The time is estimated to be doubled, just ten days."
Zhao Lin cupped his hands and said, "Okay, I will come to get the knife in ten days."
"By the way, give the sword a name? I will carve it into an inscription."
Zheng Tu stopped Zhao Lindao.
"Let's call him Zangetsu."
Zhao Lin thought for a moment and replied.
The Di An Sect monk was good at Water Moon Slash, so he gave the sword the name Zhan Yue.
…
Changzhi County, Political Affairs Hall.
In the middle hall of the main hall, a monk in purple robes sat in front of the case, constantly scanning the dozens of jade slips in front of him with his spiritual consciousness.
Changzhi County is located in the central part of Nanhe Prefecture and is the seat of the state capital of Nanhe Prefecture. The Government Hall is the center for the prefecture's elders to handle government affairs and decision-making.
Chenghua Zong imitated the six-ministry system of the mortal court and divided all affairs into six categories: official, household, ritual, military, punishment, and work.
The Household Department is in charge of spiritual pulse, good deeds, taxation, and finance; the Work Department is in charge of elixirs, talismans, utensils, formations and other Taoist arts. The functions of the other four departments are generally the same as those in the mortal world.
The purple-robed monk is Lu Yuanxiu, the powerful elder who leads the household department.
Official documents in the world of cultivating immortals do not use paper, but are recorded on jade slips, which can be reviewed and annotated with spiritual consciousness.
Lu Yuanxiu could finish it in half an hour every day.
The end of the year was approaching, and there were a lot of case files. Lu Yuanxiu reviewed them at a glance, intending to finish them as soon as possible so that he could return to the cave to practice.
His consciousness scanned a jade slip and suddenly saw a familiar name: Zhao Lin.
Lu Yuanxiu raised his eyebrows and let out a soft "eh".
The canton annually counts the completion of published tasks and ranks the good deeds earned by the monks.
Zhao Lin's name suddenly appeared on the top ten list.
"Could it be someone with the same name?"
Lu Yuanxiu whispered to himself.
Those who ranked in the top ten for good deeds were all monks at the Foundation Establishment Realm or even the Purple Mansion Realm. Zhao Lin was still practicing in the Lingdao Academy, so how could he earn so many good deeds?
There is a profile of the monks in the list, and Zhao Lin's introduction only has one short sentence: He practiced Taoism in the year of Renyin and was a disciple of Hanchi County Lingdao Academy.
"It's really him!"
Lu Yuanxiu was surprised and happy, with a smile on his lips.
Although they had only met once, Lu Yuanxiu had a good impression of Zhao Lin, and the two of them came from the same small world and were from the same martial arts sect.
With this relationship, Lu Yuanxiu had long planned to take care of him.
However, Zhao Linshang was practicing in Lingdao Temple, so he put it aside for the time being. He did not expect to do such a big thing.
"Call the envoy Hong and tell him that I want to check the records of good deeds."
Lu Yuanxiu ordered Du Shi who was standing by.
"yes."
Du Shi agreed and walked out of the middle hall quickly. After a while, an old man with a ruddy complexion walked into the hall.
The old man looks about fifty years old, but is actually over a hundred years old. In terms of age, he is actually younger than Lu Yuanxiu.
"Envoy Hong."
Lu Yuanxiu stood up to greet him.
The envoy, also called Zong Bo, is a monk under the elder who is in charge of the affairs of the ministry.
"Excuse me, whose good deed records does Elder Lu want to check?"
Hongbu envoy Shili asked.
"There is a disciple named Zhao Lin at the Lingdao Academy in Hanchi County. Please ask Hongbu Envoy to help him bring out his body-reflecting stone."
Only the monk himself and the Shanggong Hall have the right to view the Zhaoshen Stone, but to Lu Yuanxiu, who is in charge of the household department, these are no secrets.
"yes."
Hongbu envoy agreed, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and dozens of jade slips appeared in front of him.
Each jade slip is engraved with ink-colored fonts for index search.
Commander Hong glanced twice and found one of the jade slips. With a flick, the jade slip slowly flew to Lu Yuanxiu.
"The body-illuminating stones of all the disciples of Lingdao Academy are here."
Lu Yuanxiu caught the jade slip without saying a word, and sank into his consciousness. He quickly found Zhao Lin's illumination stone, and his expression gradually became serious.
Zhao Lin only performed two tasks, one gold and one white, and accumulated more than 5,000 good deeds. This is quite rare.
The first gold-level mission was to capture and kill bandit cultivators and kill ghost cultivators, which was already extraordinary. The second mission to collect spiritual beads actually killed fourteen underground cultivators.
"You are brave enough and capable. You are even more ruthless than I was back then."
Lu Yuanxiu admired sincerely, and after a quick calculation, Zhao Lin was about to complete three years of training in Lingdao Academy, and he would go out to work in more than a month.
With such a talent, there is no reason to promote him.
What arrangements should be made for him?
It is definitely not appropriate to transfer directly to the center. Zhao Lin can complete two tasks, and his mental and physical skills are not a problem, but he does not know how capable he is at work.
There are many monks in the sect who are extremely talented in cultivation and proficient in magic and arts, but they behave like idiots and handle government affairs in a mess.
Lu Yuanxiu decided to give Zhao Lin a chance to weigh in on him.
"Envoy Hong, how are the preparations for the market in Dongfu County going?"
Hongbu envoy was stunned for a moment and replied: "The construction is almost complete. The formation of the magic circle has been completed and merchants have moved in one after another."
Lu Yuanxiu nodded, "I hope we can build Dongfu County Fang City into a place like Uehara Xianfang, providing a steady stream of financial resources for the state."
Hongbu envoy responded: "The difficulty is not small. Dongfu County is not as good as Shangyuan County, and it does not have the hard goods that can be obtained."
Lu Yuanxiu said: "It's difficult, that's right. I haven't done anything that's not difficult yet!"
"Envoy Hong has reserved a shop for me, and I have a candidate for the shopkeeper."
Commander Hong was startled, "Elder Lu's candidate couldn't be this disciple named Zhao Lin, right?"
Lu Yuanxiu did not hide it, nodded and said: "Exactly."
Hong Bu envoy said: "This person is still a disciple of Lingdao Academy. He managed a shop just after he left the apprenticeship. There has been no precedent for this kind of thing before."
"What precedent? I only believe that everything depends on man-made things!"
Lu Yuanxiu said disapprovingly, "Don't forget, he is a martial arts cultivator. He is already in his thirties and has a lot of experience. Besides, the market has just opened, so it doesn't matter whether the business is good or bad. If the business is not good, it will be a big deal."
"My subordinates know."
Minister Hong didn't say anything else. The six dignified elders arranged for a shopkeeper in Fangshi. It was just a matter of words. He didn't have to get into trouble.
After Hong's envoy left, Lu Yuanxiu wrote a letter, put it in a messenger charm, and asked the envoy to send it to Hanchi County.
…
Ten days later, Zhao Lin came to Zheng Tu's weapon refining room at Yunding Peak as promised.
"I don't know how well the magic weapon is being refined."
Zhao Lin had some expectations and some anxiety in his heart. Two hundred good deeds, hundreds of spiritual stones, and three eyebrow knives were all spent.
"You came at the right time. You have just finished carving the inscription."
The stone door opened, and Zheng Tu waved a strange-looking sword and said to Zhao Lin with a smile.
"Has the Zangetsu Sword been made?"
Zhao Lin walked over quickly.
"Um."
Zheng Tu said this, but did not hand the knife to Zhao Lin. Instead, he pointed to a black iron sword on the anvil and said, "This rough embryo of a magic weapon, with a little polish, is a common commodity in the market."
Then he asked with a smile: "Would you like to try the quality of the Zangetsu Sword?"
"this……"
Zhao Lingang was about to say no, but Zheng Tu didn't say anything, swung his moon sword and slashed it down hard.
There was a "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the rough embryo of the magic weapon broke into two pieces.
Zhao Lin twitched the corner of his mouth and felt a burst of pain, as if someone had stepped on his feet when he put on new shoes.
Zheng Tu laughed loudly when he saw this, "Don't worry, I added enough tungsten vanadium stone to the material. Not to mention an iron sword, even three stacked together can't curl the blade."
After speaking, he made a sword dance and handed the handle of the knife to Zhao Lin.
Although most of the magic weapons are controlled by spiritual consciousness, they are also equipped with handles. Firstly, they are used for close combat self-defense in emergencies. Secondly, they can be thrown during a battle to provide an initial acceleration.
Zhao Lin took the sword and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the blade was smooth and flawless.
The knife is about a foot and a half long, with extremely smooth lines. Although it is not big, it is broad, thick and solid, and it is full of weight to hold.
The blade is covered with patterns and the blade is very wide, extending from the tip to the first three inches of the handle.
There are two words engraved on the stem of the knife: Zhanyue.
There is also a line of small words at the bottom: Letter from Chi Zheng in the Year of Jia Chen.
Zhao Lin's heart was up and down, and he finally had a magic weapon.
"Try it."
Zheng Tu rubbed his palms excitedly, "If you come a little later, I won't be able to bear the sacrifice anymore."
Zhao Lin also wanted to try the effect, so he immediately dripped blood to sacrifice the knife, and his spiritual consciousness soaked into the blade and spread out like water.
"Ice Blade Technique!"
Zhao Lin shouted softly and waved his hand to throw the moon sword.
The Zangetsu Sword drew a stream of autumn water and flew in circles in the weapon refining room.
When Zhao Lin controlled the Zhanyue Sword, he felt like he was using his arms and fingers to command as he wished. It was almost the same as using an ice blade.
The only drawback is that once the distance exceeds fifty feet, it feels quite difficult. Sixty feet is the limit.
"Good knife!"
Zhao Lin accepted it as soon as it was ready and prepared to go back and study it carefully.
This magic weapon will accompany him for at least several years. Even if he reaches the foundation-building realm, the first-level spells still have a place to be used.
Zheng Tu's face was full of flesh and he asked with a smile: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Zhao Lin thanked him solemnly: "I am very satisfied. Thank you Master Zheng."
Zheng Tu waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. I would like to thank you for being the first weapon refiner to make a recurve sword!"
"Remember, magic weapons need to be regularly nourished by spiritual consciousness before they can truly be used for your own use." (End of this chapter)
