Ouyang Lian was slightly surprised when he heard this, but he quickly came to his senses.
"Your mother is very concerned about your father's relics. It's normal to think so, but..."
"Just what?" Jingfeng asked hurriedly.
"It's just that I don't think this matter can be kept secret for long. I have to find a way to solve it."
"That won't work. If my mother knew that I broke the ancient whip, she would have to skin me."
"Your mother is just an ordinary woman. You are made of copper skin and iron bones. How can she skin you?"
Ouyang Lian joked.
"It's not easy for my mother to raise me alone. I don't want to see her sad."
Seeing Jingfeng's serious expression, Ouyang Lian also stopped smiling and said, "How about I make a similar one for you out of ordinary iron, and you take it home first and put it in the same place. Your mother doesn't know the truth anyway." Fake."
"this……"
Jingfeng hesitated.
"How about you replace it with the real ancient whip after you repair it?"
Jingfeng felt that this method was feasible and immediately gave Ouyang Lian a thumbs up.
"By the way, uncle, I seem to have found one of the materials to repair the ancient whip. Look."
Jingfeng took out two stones wrapped with vine roots from his clothes and handed them to Ouyang Lian.
"Yes, this is Mansiyan. Where did you find it?"
"The top of Daxian Mountain, just there, some strange things happen."
"Oh? Tell me."
Jingfeng then told Ouyang Lian everything about his two days of practicing in the mountains, his encounter with the cave master, and his robbery of Meng Huai's inner elixir.
"Uncle, what do you think about this matter?"
Ouyang Lian rubbed his thick beard and said slowly: "In my opinion, it's a bit weird."
"Last time, I fought against the mountain lord of Daxian Mountain, Long Snake. The beast was vicious and cunning, and its flaws would always be repaid. It was extremely petty, and it didn't look like a master who could tolerate his cave master breaking into his own lair."
"I think so."
Jingfeng thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.
"You said that besides a few footprints of ferocious beasts, there are also footprints of women outside the cave entrance?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure you read it correctly?" Ouyang Lian was a little doubtful.
"This is absolutely true, I promise!"
Ouyang Lian found it strange and normal. A woman walking steadily into a lair inhabited by ferocious and brutal monsters was unconvincing no matter how she thought about it.
"I'll go find out when I have time."
"Also, the monster you described does look very much like Meng Huai, but it shouldn't belong to Daxian Mountain."
"Does not belong?"
Ouyang Lian thought for a while and changed his explanation: "It's from other mountains."
Jingfeng couldn't help but frown. The mountain owner had a strong sense of territory, let alone a long snake that would retaliate for its flaws. How could he allow cave owners from other mountains to intrude into his territory?
The two of them couldn't figure it out for the moment, so they simply let it go by now. The most urgent task is to resolve the matter of the ancient whip first.
Ouyang Lian said to Jingfeng: "Go and get the ancient whip so that I can imitate it."
"Okay, please, uncle."
Jingfeng and Ouyang Lian cupped their fists and apologized, then went to a stream outside the village and took out the ancient whip that was broken into two pieces.
He returned to Ouyang Lian's iron shop. Ouyang Lian happened to have no work at hand at this time. He grabbed half of the ancient whip in one hand and put it together. Soon, Ouyang Lian made an exact replica of this ancient whip.
"It's done!"
Ouyang Lian poured cold water on it, and the exquisite patterns of Ran Yiyu on the ancient whip made of ordinary iron were exactly the same as those on the original royal weapon.
Jingfeng picked it up and looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but admire Ouyang Lian's craftsmanship.
"How about it, kid? Is that okay?"
"Uncle, you are really a master of craftsmanship!"
"Hahaha, I love to hear what you have to say."
Jingfeng looked at this exquisite utensil and was a little moved. It just couldn't use the Qi, so it was equivalent to a decoration.
However, Jingfeng felt that since his mother was a village girl and didn't know how to practice cultivation, she shouldn't have much of a problem coping with it.
"Uncle, I..."
Jingfeng hesitated to say something.
"Say it, don't hide it if you have anything to say."
"Can I learn to forge weapons from you?"
Ouyang Lian was stunned for a moment, then laughed boldly and said, "I thought it was a big deal. If you want to imitate me, you are always welcome."
Jingfeng was overjoyed and had a better impression of Ouyang Lian, so he quickly cupped his fists and thanked him.
"It's not too early today. Come over tomorrow and I'll teach you some forging skills."
"must!"
After Jing Feng said goodbye to Ouyang Lian, he returned home. When Jing Jieying wasn't paying attention, he quietly took out the fake ancient whip and placed it on the wooden stand in front of his father's tomb.
"It's pretty much like that."
He looked back and forth, couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, and now went back to his room to practice with peace of mind.
The next day, Jing Jieying cleaned the room as usual in the morning. When she entered the side room, she immediately saw the ancient whip placed on the wooden frame, which still glowed with the luster of fine iron under the sunlight.
"Hey, were you not here yesterday?"
Jing Jieying was confused, picked it up and weighed it, and felt something was not right.
With another stroke of luck, majestic zhenqi rose outside his body, but the ancient whip did not react at all. Jing Jieying's face instantly turned cold.
"This brat still wants to fool me!"
Jing Jieying had a vague premonition from the first time Jingfeng said he would go to the mountains to find Xu Qinglian and met the cave master and mountain master.
The body-tempering extreme state is known as copper skin and iron bones, and can withstand the cave master, but it is only a claim, and it is impossible to kill the cave master. At the village chief's door, Jing Feng said that he had killed a female fire bear, but he did not say how. Jing Jieying vaguely guessed that he had used some means.
It's not that Jing Jieying feels sorry for this royal weapon, but this ancient whip was originally a magic weapon for other sect practitioners. If it wanders outside and is accidentally recognized by someone who cares about it, it may cause a lot of trouble.
In addition, she placed the ancient whip in front of Han Mingyu's memorial tablet to remind herself at all times not to forget the bloody feud.
Arriving at the door of Jingfeng's room, Jing Jieying gently opened the door. At this time, Jingfeng was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, with the quilt and pillows falling to the ground randomly.
Seeing Jing Feng's lazy look, Jing Jieying immediately gritted her teeth and became furious.
"You brat, I can't even sleep peacefully."
She muttered something in a low voice and patted Jingfeng's butt as if to vent her anger.
Jingfeng snorted twice, scratched the spot where Jing Jieying had just hit, and continued to sleep.
"Humph, you brat!"
Jing Jieying laughed angrily and cursed, but she picked up the quilt on the ground and gently covered Jingfeng.
When Jingfeng woke up, it was almost noon. He got dressed and went downstairs, and happened to meet Jing Jieying cooking.
He approached Jing Jieying with a smile, completely unaware that his mother had already seen through his little thoughts.
"What are you looking at? You haven't washed your face yet. Don't drop your eye poop into my pot."
Jing Jieying glanced at Jingfeng angrily, raised her leg and nudged him.
"Hey, aren't you attracted by the smell of my mother's cooking?"
Jingfeng said with a playful smile.
"Gungun, hurry up and wash up and come eat."
When Jingfeng went to see Ouyang Lian in the afternoon, he had just prepared a hatchet.
"Uncle!" Jingfeng shouted from a distance.
"Hey, the Jing family boy is here, you are just in time."
Ouyang Lian stretched out his head to take a look and welcomed Jingfeng into the iron shop.
"I'm about to hit a hatchet, please remember my steps."
Without waiting for Jingfeng's answer, Ouyang Lian took a piece of pig iron and put it into the furnace for smelting. After smelting the wrought iron, he threw it back into the furnace for heating.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, and struck the heated iron with a hammer. After a while, a sharp blade was ready.
"You should try it too."
Ouyang Lian greeted. Jingfeng couldn't wait and took off his shirt, revealing his solid and muscular body.
His figure is extremely well-proportioned, and each of his abdominal muscles is angular, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Jingfeng Parrot also cut a blade, which looked to be in good condition. Ouyang Lian smiled and picked up two blades, and touched them with a little force. The one Jing Feng hit immediately curled up.
"No way?"
Jingfeng was puzzled, and Ouyang Lian patiently explained to him that the length of time for smelting iron, heating, and hammering would all affect the quality of the utensils.
"This is a process that you gradually become familiar with. Just practice more and it will be better. The more difficult part is the following."
Ouyang Lian gave up and picked up a piece of jade the size of an egg.
"Spirit-injecting grooves and spirit-guiding patterns are the core of forging magic weapons. Patterns need to be engraved on jade or various materials. These patterns are the key to determining the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy."
Ouyang Lian took a carving knife and drew two intersecting arc-shaped curves on the surface of the jade.
Then he instilled some vitality into the carving knife in his hand. He also drew the same arc on the other side, but the carving point filled with zhenqi stayed on the surface for a while. Then Ouyang Lian patted the jade with his hand, and an arc-shaped fragment fell from the middle. Feng was stunned.
"The single surface pattern is called the spirit-injecting groove, and the internal patterns carved with zhenqi are called spirit-inducing patterns. This requires extremely high control of zhenqi."
"A master of cultivation may not necessarily become a good blacksmith, but a master of blacksmithing can definitely become a master of cultivation."
Jingfeng was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Ouyang Lian couldn't help laughing when he saw his reaction. He patted Jingfeng on the shoulder and said: "There are a lot of rough jade at the foot of Daxian Mountain. If you have nothing to do, you can get more for practice. I believe that with your talent, your future achievements will definitely not be inferior to mine."
Jingfeng glanced at Ouyang Lian gratefully and nodded solemnly.
"By the way, that's what you mentioned yesterday. Let me go with you tomorrow."
"good."
Jingfeng agreed and spent the rest of the time in Ouyang's iron shop, borrowing a small furnace and practicing hard on blacksmithing.
Until the evening, Jingfeng rubbed his sore arms, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
By observing the first smelting time, he can judge whether it is iron, bronze, or other forging materials, the time required for smelting, whether the process requires the use of true energy for careful consideration, etc. This half-day of study can be said to be the first of its kind. Effectiveness.
When he got home, the store door outside was closed, but Jingfeng saw that the oil lamp in the side hall was still on. When he went in, Jing Jieying had prepared a table of food for him to come back, but she fell asleep with her pretty face in her hands.
Jingfeng suddenly felt his eyes getting wet and said, "Mom, I'm back."
