The mountain flowers are blooming and spring is in full bloom. The quiet mountain village suddenly became lively, with rugged mountain roads, people coming and going, and strange faces coming and going. A high platform was set up on the ground outside the village, with scarves and flags fluttering. This formation was more grand than the formation for recruiting disciples.
While pulling the cart, Que Xiu asked curiously: "Master, what's so festive and exciting?"
Lao Que had a smile on his face and only knocked the shaft of the cart with his pipe to remind him to concentrate on pulling the cart. His eyes fell on his apprentice's dark and strong back, which seemed to have endless strength. The fully loaded charcoal truck is like a toy, speeding like lightning, and the rugged mountain road feels like walking on flat ground.
The road ahead was flat and widening, and Lao Que signaled him to slow down. Several riders were approaching slowly. They were not dressed like people from the village, but they were all introverted and energetic. At first glance, they were all cultivators.
When they got there, Lao Que jumped out of the car and blocked the way for several people. "You must be here to participate in the martial arts competition. Can you show your hands and let my apprentice learn more?"
Those people reined in their mounts and looked at each other. Que Xiu was used to seeing his master being obedient and keeping a low profile, but now he was provoking him for no apparent reason. Monk Zhanger was really confused.
Lao Que crossed his arms and said leisurely: "Since we are colleagues, it is not an exaggeration to learn from each other. Why do you have any hesitation?"
The people on the opposite side couldn't help but get excited and raised their weapons with a wave of their hands. The leader hurriedly stopped him, "This is Murong Villa's territory. Don't use swords or guns. Junior Brother Xue Fan, go and have a few fights with him. Don't hurt anyone."
A strong man flew down from his horse, his eyes flashing fiercely. Lao Que turned to look at Que Xiu, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Apprentice, come and learn from this senior brother's clever tricks!"
I don’t know which muscle the master made wrong today. He has never taught Que Xiu a single move, but today he asked him to fight with someone. Isn’t this asking for trouble? Que Xiu had no choice but to put down the carriage and go forward.
Without saying a word, the man punched his face, as fast as the wind. Que Xiu quickly ducked and easily dodged it. The master's voice came to my ears: "Just treat him as a sandbag, don't be polite!"
Xue Fan heard that he was angry and put a little more force on his fists and kicks. Que Xiu dodged left and right, but his opponent's fist did not touch half of his clothes.
"Apprentice, you won't be so humble, just teach him a lesson!"
Lao Que couldn't help irritating his opponent with his words. Xue Fei was furious, and his fists and kicks were like snowflakes raining down on Que Xiu. Although he seemed clumsy and embarrassed, he was able to neutralize the attack every time.
Xue Fan was like a furious monkey, jumping up and down, but there was nothing he could do. He suddenly moved his palms together, chanted a spell in his mouth, and suddenly launched a pillar of fire. The moxibustion heat was so intense that everyone around him had no choice but to retreat. Que Xiu was shocked and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it, but the pillar of fire dissipated without touching it.
Xue Fan was stunned and didn't know what was happening. Que Xiu punched him in the chest and Xue Fan flew out like a kite, rolling continuously and hanging in the air. He became so angry that he suddenly took out his long sword and turned into a rainbow and stabbed towards him.
At this time, there were two scoldings, and an invisible barrier bounced Xue Fan back. The person who spoke was his senior brother, and the other person, wearing white clothes and long sleeves, stood between the two fighting men and appeared quite suddenly.
The man's eyes first glanced at the two masters and disciples, and his eyes were very confused. Then he turned to the leading senior brother and clasped his fists and said, "Senior nephew Shan Li, please forgive me for not welcoming him from a distance and causing disputes. It's extremely rude!"
Zhang Danli hurriedly returned the greeting, "Uncle Mo Xing, you are so polite! Martial arts competitions are a common thing. This little brother is not good-looking, but he is very skilled. The Murong family is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon, I admire him!"
The few people greeted each other and gradually drifted away. Xue Fan turned back from time to time, his eyes like daggers, extremely malicious.
Que Xiu pulled the car happily, and he was so proud of the small victory just now. "Master, you didn't expect me to become so powerful?"
But Lao Que had a gloomy face and said nothing on the road. After Que Xiu finished cleaning up the cart, he called him over and said seriously: "Today you try your hand at a small test, it will spread throughout the villa, and you can no longer hide it. Your path of cultivation has begun, and the current martial arts competition is Good opportunity, no one can stop you from soaring into the sky, not even God!"
He said it solemnly, but Que Xiu felt a little nervous in his heart, "Master, am I really that powerful? I was almost scared to death when that person used a spell just now, and I resisted randomly. I don't know how I got through it!"
"It's time to reveal the mystery!" Lao Que turned to look at the tall charcoal ash mountain in front of the door, "Actually, this is not an ordinary ash mountain, it is a golden mountain."
Que Xiu was confused and listened to the master continue to talk. "The Murong family has two magical artifacts, both of which are ancient artifacts. They laid the foundation for Qianqiu. The magical artifacts are named 'Aspiration' and 'Tianlu'. 'Aspiration' is the mother tripod for refining magical artifacts, and 'Tianlu' ' is specialized in smelting weapons. These two artifacts are extremely powerful and mysterious, and these charcoal ash are just the embers in the cauldron."
"These ashes may seem ordinary, but the remaining magic power in them is very precious. For practitioners, it is not an exaggeration to call them golden sand. I will put new ashes into sandbags every day for you to practice. Your fists and feet, including your body, will be When the sun collides with it, the mana in the ashes seeps into your body unconsciously, and your spell attack and defense have already reached the level of a master."
Only then did Que Xiu understand why he had defused his opponent's fire attack just by parrying randomly.
"I asked you to shovel the old charcoal ash on the stone at night. The stone is actually a magnet, and the seven-colored particles it adsorbs are the crystallization of the charcoal ash. Disciple, bring it up!"
Que Xiu followed his words and took out a wooden box from the back room. When he opened it, it was filled with seven-color dust. Lao Que grabbed a handful in his hand and watched it fall from his fingers, colorful. "Disciple is like a foolish old man who can move mountains. Your perseverance is as strong as a rock and you will achieve great success in the future. All your efforts today will bear fruit. I will build a weapon that is suitable for you."
He directed Que Xiu to raise the fire, pull the bellows, and sweat like rain. The seven-colored dust gradually melted into molten iron, as bright and dazzling as a rainbow.
Lao Que was extremely excited, with a strange look in his eyes, "When such a magic weapon comes out, the Murong family will be shocked. Just thinking about it makes me feel happy."
He took out a long strip of bluestone with a mold for a long knife carved on it. It was a bit rough and a bit weird. "It's a pity that it is only rough carving and not very beautiful, but this does not affect it from becoming a peerless magic weapon."
He carefully poured the molten iron into the mold, and as sparks flew everywhere, the shape of the weapon gradually took shape. He looked up at Que Xiu, very seriously, "The art of forging swords for my master is quite superficial. The following is the key quenching step. To use your strength, you have to endure pain. Can you endure it?"
Que Xiu blurted out without even thinking, "As long as Master orders me to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of fire, I will never blink an eye!"
Lao Que nodded in praise, and suddenly waved his arm, an arc of light flew up, and blood splashed...
