Shaohui Lu is dead! ?
"Uncle Chen, are you sure that's the name?"
"There is nothing wrong when I think about it, unless others recognize me wrongly and the name they told me is also wrong. What's wrong, Ah Shui, you don't recognize me, do you?"
"We know each other, but my relationship with him is not very good. There is a bit of a gap."
...
Liang Qu returned home, worried.
There are only three martial arts schools in the town. Warriors are a rare thing, and there are definitely not so many that there are people with the same name.
Lu Shaohui was not as responsible as Hu Qi, and he did nothing during the conflicts in the past few days, which highlighted a neglect of duty.
But as a "substitute", I couldn't do anything to him, and he died just like that...
Did he die two days ago and was discovered today, or did he die just today?
Liang Qu thought about this problem.
Lu Shaohui didn't show up at the martial arts hall in the past two days. He left just after the conflict broke out that day. Hu Qi couldn't find anyone even though he was looking for him.
No, it's still early, so I have to go take a look.
Thinking that the matter might be related to him, Liang Qu went to Uncle Chen's house to borrow a wooden bucket, wrapped the big demon feather in wet linen cloth, stuffed it into the wooden bucket filled with water, and hurried to Pingyang Town.
Whether it was for dinner in the evening or to see his senior brothers to see what the Great Demon Feather could do, he would inevitably have to go to town today.
The matter was urgent. Liang Qu completed the sixteen-mile journey in only two and a half minutes. He pricked his ears on the street.
"I heard that he was a martial artist. He died in a ruined temple. It's terrible."
"That's not right. The news I heard said that he is just a martial artist, but after passing three levels, he will become a martial artist."
"Anyway, he's not an ordinary person, but he died so miserably. His entire abdominal cavity was hollowed out. I heard that he might have been eaten by some monster, but it wasn't done by humans anyway."
"Monster, isn't it? Then aren't we miserable? Will they eat us?"
"It's just you, you're so skinny that even monsters would hate your teeth."
Every tea shop and foot shop was talking about Lu Shaohui's death.
Liang Qu stopped a tea doctor: "Man, I would like to ask in which ruined temple the martial artist Lu you mentioned died? Can you give me some directions?"
Dr. Tea smiled and asked, "Sir, would you like a bowl of tea?"
"No need for tea, I'm in a hurry." Liang Qu handed over five cents.
"Thank you very much." Dr. Cha smiled and put it back into his robe, pulled Liang Qu to the street and pointed into the distance, "Look over there, have you seen the Huang's cloth shop?"
"Um."
"Take the small road behind Huang's Cloth Shop. About two miles away, you can see a wide dirt road. It was the bluestone road in front of the temple in the past. The bluestone slabs were removed. Follow the road for a while. The clock is here."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Come and drink tea when you have time."
Liang Qu didn't go to the ruined temple. He took a turn and went to the third brother's shop. Brother Lu's blacksmith shop happened to be on the road to Huang's cloth shop, so he happened to ask the big demon what the feathers were for.
"Senior Brother Lu!"
"Junior Brother Liang? Why are you here now? Did you change your mind and change the style of the gun head?"
"No, I went fishing last night and found something that was relatively hot. I thought I would ask Senior Brother Lu to help me find out what it was."
"Hot to touch?"
Lu Gang saw the linen in Liang Qu's hand and stood up from the stove: "Let's go into the house with me."
Quiet room.
Lu Gang closed the door and took the linen bag from Liang Qu. When his palms could still feel the burning sensation through the wet linen, he looked surprised: "It's really hot."
"hey-hey."
Liang Qu helped lift the linen cloth, and the high temperature emitted by the golden-red feathers distorted the air.
Lu Gang's pupils shrank: "Chi Huo Ming Yu?"
"Do you know Senior Brother Lu?"
Lu Gang subconsciously turned around, saw the door closed and asked in a low voice: "Where did you get this?"
Liang Qu recounted the fight between the two monsters the night before and the discovery of bird feathers the next day. However, he changed the discovery of the two monsters to the discovery of the bird by himself while fishing.
"Junior Brother Liang, I don't even know how to describe your luck." Lu Gang sighed, "Do you know where this red bird mourning feather came from?"
"how come?"
"I can't tell what kind of monster that big monster in the water is, but the giant flaming bird you mentioned is definitely the red fire bird.
The red firebird has extremely tenacious vitality. Whenever it encounters fatal danger, it will inject the life essence of its body into part of its feathers and scatter it in all directions to escape.
Among those feathers, there will be one with the most life essence, and it will use this feather to complete its rebirth. It is similar to a gecko's tail, except that it cuts off its entire body. "
"Then my dick..." Liang Qu looked expectant.
Lu Gang laughed: "Of course it can't be the one that wants nirvana, otherwise you and I wouldn't be able to get close to this feather."
"All right."
"Junior Brother Liang, don't be dissatisfied. The Red Firebird only scatters more than ten or twenty strands at a time. With its size, even if it is not a big head, it is still an astonishing part of life essence."
"What can it be used for?"
"It can help you practice, but I guess it will be difficult for you to absorb the energy inside. Life essences containing fire attributes are relatively violent. Unless you are now a martial artist after passing three levels, I don't recommend trying it.
Moreover, if the energy in the feather is not replenished, it will be lost very quickly, so I suggest that its life energy be channeled out at once and used as a weapon forged on hot coals. I am 80% sure that I can add spirituality to the weapon. "
Spiritual weapon?
Liang Qu heard this word for the first time.
"Spiritual weapons are extremely rare, because materials like Red Fire Mourning Feathers are difficult to obtain. An adult Red Fire Bird must be at least an Elephant Realm warrior. You may not be able to catch it, because the Red Fire Bird will To fly, it often takes two or three Zhenxiang realms to round them up.
One of the most important characteristics of a spiritual weapon is that it can repair and grow itself. As long as there are materials from the same source around it, it can absorb and repair itself. A chip as big as a fingernail can be healed in ten days.
No matter how good the materials are, weapons will inevitably wear out over time. Most of the warriors you can use to fight with weapons are of the same level, and the ones they use will not be bad. If the two collide, it is easy to have gaps.
For example, your fourth senior brother asked me to exchange for countless swords, and every time he paid, he kept asking for money. "
Lu Gang, who always spoke calmly, had a rare fluctuation in his tone.
"Then use it to make my spear."
Liang Qu made a decision immediately. It was difficult for him to hold this thing with his bare hands, let alone absorb the energy inside. Rather than leaving it to waste, it was better to strike while the iron was hot.
It was originally picked up by mistake, so you can't expect too much. It's worth every penny to exchange it for a spiritual weapon.
"Okay, then I'll prepare as soon as possible. Junior Brother Liang will sit down first."
"No, I still have something to do. I'll go out for a while and I'll be back later."
"also."
"By the way, Master Lu, do you know Senior Brother Lu Gang?"
"Young Master Lu? I have some impression. He is from our martial arts school? He is a two-level martial artist, right?"
Lu Gang thought about it for a while. He made a living by blacksmithing and basically didn't have to work in a martial arts school to make money, so he didn't know much about it and had a vague impression.
"Yes, but since Senior Brother Lu is not familiar with it, forget it."
"What happened?"
"he died."
