Jingfeng and others left the Qiuru Mountain area and went up the official road, and their eyes suddenly opened up.
The two water horses newly tamed by Elder Meng are both good mounts, with strong bodies and running like the wind.
In fact, the vicious horse beasts living in the wilderness are no worse than horses domesticated by humans. After all, the wild is so dangerous. As a beast, if you can't adapt to the environment, you will be eliminated by the environment.
Continue heading north, the farther you go the safer it will be. Passing several mountain villages along the way, Jingfeng and the other three didn't stop. They went north for about a hundred miles and finally saw a town, and then they planned to stop and rest for a while.
After entering the city, Jingfeng and others found an inn, asked for three upper rooms, and then ordered a table of dishes to fill their stomachs.
At the dinner table, the three of them were silent, but Jing Feng understood that they actually had their own agenda. He raised his eyes and looked at the shadow guard of the Long family. His face remained calm and he continued to eat with his head down.
"How are your injuries?" Elder Meng looked at Jingfeng sideways and asked coldly.
"Better."
Jingfeng looked at the dishes in front of him intently and answered casually.
"What does it mean to be better? If it's good, it's good. If it's not good, it's not good."
"Whatever you think."
A trace of anger flashed in Elder Meng's eyes, and he asked: "Can you use true energy?"
"Okay, but not too violently."
After the meal, several people left the table, and Elder Meng suddenly stopped Jingfeng.
"Hey, come with me."
He unintentionally revealed his cultivation and spoke to Jingfeng in a commanding tone.
"Do you need me to follow?"
Jingfeng's heart warmed up and he smiled at him with a calm look on his face: "No need, you were injured in the previous battle. Go back and take good care of yourself. I can go alone."
"Sir, you have to be careful."
"Don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything to me."
In the end, the Long Family Shadow Guard couldn't resist Jing Feng and left alone.
Jingfeng followed Elder Meng to a blacksmith shop in the town. He went up to chat with the old blacksmith and handed over ten taels of silver. The other person's attitude immediately changed.
"Sir, do you want to lend us a blacksmith shop?"
"Exactly, just lend us a stove this afternoon. It won't affect your business."
"It's easy to talk, please come here -"
The old master took the money and immediately called several apprentices behind him to set aside a set of iron furnace bellows.
Jingfeng vaguely guessed what Elder Meng was going to do, and it turned out to be to test himself.
Elder Meng called Jingfeng forward and said, "Boy, didn't you say you can forge weapons? Come on, I'll give you the materials, and you can just forge a spiritual weapon for me."
The master masters and apprentices around him looked at each other a few times, with puzzled expressions on their faces, and even wondered if they had heard wrongly.
Sorry, did you just say spiritual weapon?
This thing is used as a treasure by many monks. You can practice it as long as you want!
And although the young man in front of him is handsome and majestic, he is only twenty years old at most, and is not as old as the youngest apprentice here. Besides, many masters who have been practicing for ten years can barely refine a spiritual weapon by themselves. You want this young man to refine a spiritual weapon for you?
Jingfeng gritted his teeth and lowered his head, his face gloomy.
Seeing that Jingfeng was unmoved, Elder Meng's expression was sinister, and his words were a little more sarcastic and threatening.
"Why, this request isn't difficult for you, is it?"
Listen, is this human language?
All the blacksmiths were almost dumbfounded. Is this an elder of some sect who doesn't take spiritual weapons seriously at all?
Jingfeng was naturally aware of Elder Meng's conspiracy and wanted to find out whether he was worthy.
If he discovers that it was just a temporary measure to deceive him, I'm afraid this old man will fall out on the spot!
Jingfeng suppressed the anger in his heart, but remained calm on the outside, as if he didn't take Elder Meng's request into consideration at all.
"It's just a spiritual weapon, so it's fine. It just so happens that I haven't touched the pliers and hammer for a long time, so you can warm up your hands."
"Hahahaha, okay, I'll see your results later."
With that said, Elder Meng took out fine iron, raw copper, jade and other high-quality forging materials from the storage bag and handed them to Jingfeng.
"There is no limit to the style of the magic weapon, as long as it is a spiritual weapon."
After explaining the matter, Elder Meng turned around to leave, but suddenly turned back and said: "Don't let me down!"
These words were spoken very strongly, and Jingfeng could hear the murderous intent contained in them.
After Elder Meng left, the master blacksmith and the apprentices all looked at Jingfeng in awe.
"Little kid, can you really forge spiritual weapons?"
The old master asked. After all, the fact that a twenty-year-old boy could forge a spiritual weapon was a bit shocking.
Jingfeng chuckled and said lightly: "It's hard to say, I'll try my best."
As he spoke, he stood in front of the iron furnace, gathered his mind, and meditated on the skills Ouyang Lian taught him.
He first put the refined iron into the iron furnace and fired it. After it was heated to molten iron, he opened the iron furnace and let the molten iron flow into the stone trough to cool down. The same goes for raw copper.
After the mineral material cooled and took shape, Jingfeng opened the bellows, put it back into the iron furnace for a second firing, and then took it out for beating.
Many people gathered around Jingfeng, who saw him holding a knife in one hand and a hammer in the other. His wrist was flying, and dazzling sparks flew up every time he hit it.
"This little kid is quite skilled in his movements."
"Is he really less than twenty years old? This level of skill... I can't compare to."
From time to time, people around me praised him.
The scenery was so vigorous that the Qi was mobilized unconsciously, and the whole body felt warm, like waves of warm current flowing through the body, feeling indescribably comfortable.
The step of hammering the shape of the magic weapon is very important. Although Ouyang Lian's teaching is relatively simple, Jingfeng has the experience of forging the spiritual weapon alone, so he follows the gourd and draws the scoop, confirming it over and over again to adjust the shape of the iron material in his hand.
Finally, a sharp long knife was shaped. Jingfeng put the initial shape of the blade aside, and then picked up the raw copper that had been smelted into liquid and struck it. The zhenqi that traveled through the body along with Jingfeng's body movements seemed to be alive, penetrating through the pores and seeping into the material dropped by the hammer.
In many cases, the forging of magical weapons also requires a very high level of cultivation of the blacksmith, which is why the blacksmith masters are masters of cultivation, and the more famous the magical weapons are, the more expensive they are.
The copper block was gradually hammered into a frame embedded in the back of the knife, and then Jingfeng reheated the initially formed materials on both sides and hammered them together.
After slightly modifying the handle, Jingfeng left a groove and some lines on the blade, and then began to pick up the jade and carve the spiritual patterns.
Jingfeng had only tried carving spirit-infusing grooves, but had never tried spirit-drawing patterns, so he was suddenly in trouble. He tried hard to recall the details that Ouyang Lian taught him at that time. When he recalled it deeply, his eyes were slightly closed and his breath was as heavy as the sea.
"The spirit-injecting groove and the spirit-guiding pattern are the core of forging a magical weapon. Patterns need to be engraved on jade or various other materials. These patterns are the key to determining the efficiency of the magical instrument in absorbing spiritual energy."
In his mind, Ouyang Lian's words rang out, and Jingfeng seemed to feel something, and his hands moved unconsciously, gradually getting better.
Are the engraved lines fixed?
How to use zhenqi to carve lines inside jade?
How can the magical weapon sense the true energy or spiritual weapon after it is injected with the spirit-guiding pattern?
Various questions were also in Jingfeng's mind, but he didn't know anything about them, he had never asked them, and no one had taught him. Although Jingfeng doesn't understand, Jingfeng is not afraid, just do it and it will be done.
He imitated the parrot and squeezed the carving knife tightly, with a solemn expression. He controlled the infuriating energy into the carving knife in a very fine way, polished the surface of the jade, and then scraped and drilled out the complete lines little by little inside. Not long after, Jingfeng was sweating profusely and his nerves were tense. This kind of work requires careful attention. If there is a slight mistake, all the previous efforts will be wasted.
Most of the blacksmiths around could only forge ordinary iron tools. They had never seen such a scene before. They all held their breath and stared at the scenery with concentration.
Jingfeng was actually very stressed, but he comforted himself that it was time to make a magic weapon for himself, so he felt a little relieved.
In the end, Jingfeng was able to carve the inscription without any risk. He heated the groove of the blade red, waited for it to cool down, and then slowly placed the polished jade on it.
Finally, cold water was poured on it to complete the quenching, and a sharp blade appeared in Jingfeng's hand.
Everyone immediately gathered around, all amazed.
"Is this a spiritual weapon?"
"It's so exquisite, it's simply a masterpiece of craftsmanship!"
"I feel... I suddenly realized that this kind of creation is rare in the world."
All the blacksmiths were amazed. After all, they were ordinary people. They had never seen a spiritual weapon before.
Jingfeng also didn't expect that for the first time he could successfully forge a spiritual weapon without anyone's help, but he always felt that something was not right.
"Master, is there a place where I can try the sword?"
The old master was also looking at this spiritual weapon. He came back to his senses after Jingfeng asked.
"Oh, yes, of course there is! Come with me."
Maybe he didn't notice it, but the name he called Jingfeng turned into an honorific title unknowingly. However, it is not difficult to understand. As a blacksmith, if others are more skilled than you, even if they are younger than you, you can still regard them as your seniors.
Jingfeng followed the old master to an open space behind the blacksmith shop. He asked others to stand farther away, then held the knife in both hands and exhaled a thick breath, as if he was brewing some skill.
In an instant, Jingfeng gathered his true energy. Although his injuries were still serious, the true energy that flowed through the bones and veins invisibly, surged in the body, and then burst out cannot be underestimated!
Boom!
Jingfeng closed his eyes and meditated, feeling the situation inside his body carefully. He felt as if there were dragons of true energy slowly boiling inside his body. That kind of rumbling sound could not be heard by outsiders, but in his ears, it was extremely loud.
"Drink!" Lin Xi shouted suddenly, her eyes opened with bright brilliance. He raised his arms above his head, and his true energy clung to the magic weapon along his palms, but strangely, the spirit-drawing patterns on the blade did not emit any light.
But Jingfeng didn't notice it at this time. He just slashed hard, and the domineering arc-shaped sword light shot out, making a "whoosh" sound as it broke through the wind, and passed through a bush not far away from the side.
The bushes were cut down one foot from the ground without any sound, and the leaves and branches fell one after another, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
