The Pingjiang Grand Canal is magnificent and mighty as it goes eastward, really like a giant dragon winding back and forth.
A small boat sailed on the surging river, drifting with the current, but very steadily.
"By turning thousands of waters into one stream and connecting the undercurrents of hundreds of rivers, the Pingjiang Grand Canal is truly the most spectacular scene of the Universiade."
On the wooden boat, Jing Shuhu sat cross-legged, looked at the long river in the distance, and sighed:
"See you again after forty years, it's still so spectacular."
He really wanted to go down the river and see the scenery along the way and see the vast ocean.
Glancing at his senior brother who had not been out of the valley for forty years, and who had expressed all kinds of sighs after coming out, Lei Jingchuan said expressionlessly:
"If Su Wanxiong doesn't die, there will be no peace in Zhelong Mansion, and the attitude of Zhenwu Hall is also disturbing."
"The imperial court built thousands of temples, and the evil sect worshiped thousands of gods. There is an inextricable relationship between the two. Is it any wonder?"
Jing Shuhu twitched the corners of his lips: "The great ancestor is willing to share this wonderful world, but his descendants may not..."
"My descendants are unfilial."
Lei Jingchuan sighed, he was talking about the Universiade Royal Family, but he couldn't help but feel a bit self-deprecating and mocking.
At the beginning of the founding of the Universiade, Shenbing Valley was qualified to occupy the fiefdom of a state, but now...
"It's not that the descendants are unfilial, it's that we are unfilial. That lineage is much better than ours."
Jing Shuhu enjoyed the river breeze and even wanted to find a fishing rod to fish:
"Those who are filial or unfilial, what's the hindrance? That is to say, the owner of the valley is bent on revitalizing the mountain gate. According to me, the land in this mansion is not enough to support us?"
"If you don't think about a state, how can you think about a government?"
Lei Jingchuan shook his head, not agreeing, but not intending to argue with him, slightly worried:
"I hope the Valley Master will have a smooth journey to Pinggou..."
"Hmph! Then Han Chuijun acted arrogantly and never considered the consequences of his actions. If he really killed Qianjun Cave' Qi Jinggang"..."
Jing Shuhu sneered:
"Then we have to prepare for the accountability of Huailong Palace and the coalition forces of the three major sects."
"Can you still laugh?"
Lei Jingchuan frowned.
Shenbing Valley occupies one palace and radiates to three palaces. It is extremely powerful, but the three major sects are also sects with thousands of years of history, and there are as many masters as the clouds.
Especially Sanyuanwu and Qianjun Cave, a number of masters have emerged over the past few decades.
"What's wrong with me Xiaoxiao? With my military skills, which sect in the world can't be treated as an honored guest?"
"shut up!"
Lei Jingchuan's expression suddenly changed, he was shocked and angry:
"Everything seems to be wrong since you came down the mountain this time. What happened?!"
Lei Jingchuan stared at him with surprise and doubt in his heart. After going down the mountain this time, his senior brother did not know what stimulation he received.
"Go back to the mountain."
Jing Shuhu closed his eyes, feeling rather uninterested: "We'll talk about it when they come back."
"you……"
Lei Jingchuan still wanted to ask, but Jing Shuhu patted the boat casually, and his powerful inner energy pushed the river water, and the boat shot away.
…
A few days after Fang Baoluo came back, the eight thousand miles and other true disciples and inner disciples also returned one after another.
The Weaponry Valley suddenly became lively, and there was an endless stream of disciples who came to repair weapons.
Li Yuan won a lot of business at the lowest price.
when! when! when!
There was a continuous sound of hammering and sparks flying.
Near the forging platform where Li Yuan was, there were piles of weapons awaiting repair, many of which were seriously damaged.
Among them, the eighty-thousand-mile beating drum mixed with gold hammer is the most eye-catching. In addition, there are also famous weapons, including swords, guns, swords and sticks.
The repair of famous weapons often cost hundreds of taels of silver. Li Yuan, who took half of the work, naturally accepted a bunch of weapons.
As well as the unkind looks from many craftsmen in the forge.
"Weapon repair is also a big deal."
The hammer rose and fell, Li Yuan was quite satisfied.
These jobs were taken in half,
You can earn at least two to three thousand taels of silver, which is about the same as a sixty-pound red arowana.
Of course, for him, money is secondary, these weapons themselves are of great value to him.
It can be used to modify root bones and practice other martial arts.
The catch is that he can't hold on to it for the long term.
"call!"
Adjusting his breathing, Li Yuan swept aside the tempered blazing iron, and took the iron material of the corresponding material to forge it in preparation for repairing the weapon.
Also practice by the way.
"The foundation of the weapon tempering method lies in 'listening', or 'sensing'. According to the book, it is to sense the breath of different iron materials with your heart, in order to completely fuse the two iron materials..."
"As I understand it, this is 'alloy'!" "
Li Yuan was enlightened, and his ability to understand was naturally better than most of the illiterate people in the field.
He was now on the verge of entry.
The bad thing is...
"Qi, blood, and inner strength."
The difference between the casting method and the forging method is not only the alloy, but more importantly, the use of Qi, blood and internal energy.
This is also the difference between a famous weapon and a top-grade sharp blade.
Only weapons that can conduct qi, blood and internal energy can be regarded as famous weapons.
"call!"
Li Yuan adjusted his breathing, his arms were red, and when he hammered, he consciously guided the infusion of blood.
This process is very slow. Only a small amount of blood and internal energy can be transmitted with each hammer, and the blood must be used to penetrate the iron material thoroughly before it can be considered an introduction to the art of weaponry.
The advantages of dragon-shaped root bones are also reflected when practicing the art of weaponry. With strong energy and blood and amazing recovery, he can last longer.
At the same time, when pounding the iron, he felt as if he was being tempered, and his blood and internal energy seemed to become solidified.
"The secret method of forging weapons is indeed well-deserved!"
Li Yuan felt the benefits.
The Art of Weaponry is not only the art of blacksmithing, but also a superb Qimen martial arts, which is no lower than the Dou Dao Killing Hammer.
Purifying blood and internal energy, at the same time, it seems that he is also exercising his body and practicing his skills horizontally.
when! when!
Sparks were flying in the shadow of the hammer, and Li Yuan was immersed in it. Qi, blood, and internal energy traveled around his body, pouring into the hammer body, and pounding the iron material.
At a certain moment, he felt the sound of the hammer change, making a "ding" sound, and felt the "breathing" of the iron material.
"Getting started!"
…
"In the end what happened?"
In the tunnel, Lei Jingchuan suddenly stopped Jing Shuhu and frowned: "You and I have been friends for decades, can't we talk about it?"
"Do you still remember that more than forty years ago, a man came to seek the master to build weapons?"
Jing Shuhu asked.
"Wan Chuan?" Lei Jingchuan blurted out, his eyes frightened and angry.
More than forty years ago, there was a middle-aged man from other Daozhou who came to ask for troops from his master.
Because of his generous spending and extremely rare iron materials, his master finally took action and forged a top-quality weapon.
But he was ridiculed and humiliated by his master, and in front of everyone, he personally crafted a magic weapon, and with just one blow, he broke the famous weapon made by his master.
"It's him!"
Jing Shuhu nodded.
"How dare he come!"
Lei Jingchuan was shocked and angry.
"Forging iron is like a martial arts competition. What can you do if your skills are inferior to those of others?"
Jing Shuhu sighed.
His junior brother is still so easy to deceive, but because of this, there are some things he can't say.
"That Wanchuan claimed to be the branch that did not follow the founder when he moved to the mountain gate 1,400 years ago..."
Thinking back to his master who died in depression, Lei Jingchuan paced back and forth, unable to hold himself back:
"They came to Zhelong Mansion? Where are they?!"
Abandoning a state and choosing a city, when the founder of Shenbing Valley chose to migrate in the past,
There are also branches that don’t want to follow.
After more than a thousand years, many of these branches have disappeared, but one or two are still there, but they have joined other sects.
"So what if I find it? Can you fight the magic weapon?"
Jing Shuhu avoided him and walked underground.
Lei Jingchuan was speechless, but could not refute, so he could only stamp his feet in anger.
There is a possibility of failure even if he builds the best blade, let alone a magic weapon...
"Let's go and see how that boy is doing."
Jing Shuhu said: "Wan Chuan has brought a good seedling this time. I heard that in less than three months, he has already started to learn the art of military craftsmanship."
"Getting started in March?!"
Lei Jingchuan took a deep breath.
It took him more than three years to get started, and that was despite having many years of blacksmithing experience.
"It's not surprising that in a state, talented people are naturally better than in a government."
Jing Shuhu said, his feet suddenly stopped.
"Um?!"
Lei Jingchuan stepped forward to follow, and was slightly startled when he heard a "ding!"
"This sound?"
Lei Jingchuan's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but there was no shadow of Jing Shuhu in front of him?
…
"It's done!"
In front of the forging platform, Li Yuan was sweating all over, but his eyes were bright.
As the hammer fell, he seemed to really hear the "breathing" and even the rhythm of the iron ingot.
Introduction to the Art of Warcraft.
The blacksmith who has reached this stage is actually qualified to create famous instruments, but the success rate may be very low.
Li Yuan put down the forging hammer and wiped his sweat. Only then did he realize that the forging field was quiet, and almost everyone was looking at him.
Envy, shock, suspicion, jealousy...
The emotion was so strong that Li Yuan was startled.
"You, have you mastered the art of weaponry?!"
Someone's hammer fell to the ground. It was a short, thin but very capable middle-aged man. He was a disciple of Lei Jingchuan, named Niu Jun.
He is the only disciple of the Three Transformers among the three elders of the Soldier-casting Valley.
"It's only been a few days, but I'm already getting started!"
"It's impossible. I've been studying for six years and haven't gotten started. How can he get started?"
"Can you finish reading the book in these few days?!"
…
After a brief silence, there was an uproar.
For all the blacksmiths, nothing could be more shocking than this. Ding Zhi's death was nothing compared to this news.
"you……"
Niu Jun was the first to rush over, and he grabbed it regardless of the fact that the iron material was still red.
"It's clear, it's really clear!"
Niu Jun was shocked beyond words.
He knew that a genius with a dragon-shaped root bone could learn martial arts very quickly. One year was equivalent to an ordinary person's three to five years, seven or eight years, but this was the art of forging war and forging iron!
He expected that dragon-shaped root bones would have some advantages, but how could he have imagined that this advantage would reach such an extent?
'Is there really a natural blacksmith in this world? ! "
All the blacksmiths who gathered around were silent. Iron ingots will not lie. If they work, they will work, and if they don't work, they will not work.
No matter how suspicious they were, they saw Li Yuan punch out this piece of iron with their own eyes...
"Great Elder, Third Elder!"
Li Yuan's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Jing Shuhu and his two men outside the crowd, and then the other blacksmiths turned around and saluted.
"One month to get started?"
Jing Shuhu’s hands behind his back had veins popping out, but his face was calm and calm:
"Yeah, not bad."
