"Less than a year after I started, I was able to create high-grade, famous weapon-level inner armor at the age of nineteen. This, this talent..."
In the tent, Long Sheng couldn't hide his surprise.
His Long family is one of the six major families in Fucheng, with a fortune of tens of millions. As a contemporary true successor, he has a good relationship with the young master of the valley.
But now, it is nothing more than a high-grade famous weapon, and it is not his most proficient stick weapon, but a sword.
Inner armor is rarer and more difficult to craft than the long staff.
"Could it be that after more than seven hundred years, our Divine Weapon Valley will produce another divine craftsman?"
Long Sheng's heart was shocked, and he immediately looked at Shi Hong, feeling a little surprised.
No wonder he regarded this news as more important than the departure of the Sanyuanwu army. This is a master craftsman...
"I heard before that he was silent in blacksmithing, and I felt sorry for him. I felt that he wasted all his good qualities."
Shi Hong threw the letter into the stove and watched the ashes scatter: "I never expected that there would be a 'surprise'."
"I thought he was obsessed with blacksmithing and delayed his martial arts training. Who would have thought that he has such a talent."
Long Sheng was quite shocked.
This news is really not trivial, it is enough to affect the attitude of the family, the elders, and even the valley owner.
A divine craftsman can be a guest even in Huailong Palace or even Longhu Temple, and is sought after by countless strong men and masters.
"If he becomes a divine craftsman, it may not be impossible for our Divine Weapon Valley to replace Huailong Palace!"
The more Long Sheng thought about it, the more likely it seemed that it was possible. He remembered that not even the master craftsmen from more than seven hundred years ago had such talent.
"His talent is really, really good."
Shi Hong murmured to himself, his fingers holding the helmet turning white.
He had been running around for several months, killed the two true masters of Qianjun Cave, and survived several times, but his achievements were probably far inferior to Li Yuan's achievement of producing this high-grade famous weapon.
more importantly……
"If your Qi doesn't turn into reality, you can't become a master craftsman."
Shi Hong lowered his eyelids and looked at the burning candles, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
The Valley of Divine Weapons has been in decline for many years, and the only complete secret is the 'Five Weapons and Five Colors of Spiritual Deficiency Qi'...
"Senior brother, you?"
When Long Sheng turned around, he noticed that Shi Hong's interest seemed to be low. Could he have made a mistake?
But if the sect can give birth to a divine craftsman, no matter how you think about it, it will be a great good thing...
"fine."
Shi Hong waved his hand to see the guests off and lay down against the stove:
"I'm tired."
"Senior brother, have a good rest."
Long Sheng felt a chill in his heart and left.
"A man like this is a talented craftsman."
Snowflakes were flying in the night wind, and the tents were connected together. Long Sheng speculated on Shi Hong's thoughts and couldn't understand them for a moment.
but……
"A divine craftsman."
Long Sheng's eyes flickered. After slowly leaving the place, he quickened his steps, turned around, and went to the tent of 'Long Yin', the commander of the Jiazi Camp.
Among the three battalions of the Divine Guards, the A-shaped battalion is the most elite, and the commander is his uncle...
Huhu~
As the night wind howled, Shi Hong stood outside the tent, looking at Long Sheng's turned back. He felt that it was extremely cold tonight, and he couldn't help but shiver:
"Master craftsman, master craftsman..."
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Bang!
Bang!
Fireworks exploded in the night sky.
There are still ten days before the New Year's Eve, and Zhelongfu City is already quite lively. At night, all kinds of fireworks are connected together, which is really beautiful.
"It's better in the city."
On the third floor of Linjiang Pavilion, Li Yuan sat by the window, holding a braised chicken leg in his hand, feeling the sounds of people around him and the aroma of various wines and meats.
It had only been a few months, but he felt as if he was a world away.
"Fucheng is naturally good. Just one fireworks, which you will never see in Gaoliu County."
Wang Peiyao held on to the railing and watched intently. She would even clap her hands and exclaim when the fireworks bloomed.
She had been hiding for a long time. If it hadn't been for the summoning order from the sect, she would have still wanted to hide.
Both of them were watching the fireworks, but Liu Zheng on the side was not in the same mood. He was holding a wine glass and was worried.
After a long time, he still couldn't hold it back: "Brother Li, I will leave these more than one hundred kilograms to you!"
Hearing him speak, Wang Peiyao also remembered the business: "There is also a hundred pounds of little girl. Mr. Li needs to take care of it."
After the news of the Sanyuanwu army's departure spread, the inner and outer gates of Shenbing Valley, and even the handyman disciples all received summons orders.
Anyone who has developed internal energy, regardless of age, old or weak, must join the Divine Guards. Those who have not developed internal energy must also be incorporated into the city guard to patrol the city.
Li Yuan nodded and clinked glasses with the two of them:
"Put down the business of the weapons forging shop for now. When Senior Brother Yue and Senior Brother Wu arrive, come up the mountain with me. I have a large number of weapons to build and I am about to hire people."
During this period, as Duanmusheng issued the sect summoning order, countless people from the inner and outer sects came to him and would rather be a maid than join the Divine Guards.
Li Yuan was so annoyed that he took the opportunity to go down the mountain with Jing Shuhu to do some shopping. At the same time, he also wanted to pick up Liu Zheng and Wang Peiyao up the mountain.
"Thank you Brother Li (Master Li)!"
Wang Peiyao and the other two hurriedly raised their glasses and felt relieved.
Although they have been studying martial arts for a few years, they have only rarely fought with others. The sect fighting with such a big name almost scares them to death.
"Don't forget each other even if we are rich!"
Li Yuan smiled, since there were people around him who were in need, he would naturally not avoid relatives, and this was within the scope of the sect's rules.
How can a person who is not far away from relatives and friends care about the sect have any affection for the sect?
Because of this sect rule, the factions in the Divine Soldier Valley are now so intertwined that no one can sort them out.
As they drank and drank, the atmosphere among the few people gradually faded away, and the atmosphere became more lively.
During the dinner, Liu Zheng reported the accounts of Blacksmith Shop for more than half a year, as well as the income from shops, fields, mines, etc. under Li Yuan's name.
The treatment given to true disciples in Shenbing Valley is excellent. Even if you sit there for a year, you can earn at least a thousand taels of silver.
If you take good care of it, it won't be a problem to triple it.
Liu Zheng worked hard, and after expenses, Li Yuan got two thousand four hundred taels of silver.
Wang Peiyao took out the information she collected secretly, mainly about the big and small things in the city and everything in the outer gate.
"By the way, some time ago, there was quite a bit of criticism about your move to Chirong Cave."
Wang Peiyao's words were very tactful, and Liu Zheng looked a little strange.
What's the criticism?
During that time, the disciples of the inner and outer sects were assassinated one after another, and Li Yuan was not only protected, but also hid in the Soldier Casting Valley.
When the news spread, it caused an uproar inside and outside the sect, and countless people ridiculed and angrily accused him of falsely claiming it was true.
"The true shame?"
Li Yuan put down his wine glass, he had naturally heard it before.
"Ahem, Brother Li, don't worry about it. When you played a top-grade famous weapon, it also caused a sensation."
Liu Zheng said, as if he was in a dream.
That is a top-grade famous instrument.
Nothing of this magnitude has ever appeared in Gaoliu County’s history!
How long has it been?
"Now, many people in the valley and the city think that you have the talent of a master craftsman. Some even say that you should be the young valley master."
Good guy?
Li Yuan was a little stunned. Did Lao Lei play so simply and crudely?
"By the way, the first person to talk about you was a disciple of Elder Sun from Shenbing Pavilion."
Wang Peiyao lowered her voice.
"Elder Sun?"
Thinking of what he saw at the Star-Zhaing Tower stronghold about Sun Zan's reward, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Where did you hear that?"
"I also heard this from a handyman disciple. It is said that I heard it accidentally."
Wang Peiyao answered.
"Is that so?"
Li Yuan nodded, without going into details, but looked outside the door. After a while, Yue Yunjin and Wu Ming came in a hurry.
Although Li Yuan had eaten one meal, he didn't care about having another one.
After entertaining a few people, he asked them to take a carriage back to the mountain, while he waited for Jing Shuhu under the protection of Yu Jin and others.
Waiting until late at night, Li Yuan looked at the darkened city and looked at the brightest light in the city:
"Is this old man going to Baihua Pavilion?"
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Baihua Pavilion is brightly lit at night. Before the New Year, business is much better than usual, and the upper and lower floors are almost full.
The rich fragrance of powder can be smelled from across the street, and the sound of playing the piano and flute is endless.
"Hmph! The sound of Mi Mi!"
In the private room on the sixth floor of Baihua Pavilion, Jing Shuhu glanced at the enchanting girls dancing behind the gauze curtain and snorted coldly.
He had no color in his life, and he has not lost his pure yang to this day.
"Okay, let's get down."
Jing Shuhu waved his hand, causing the women waiting on the side to be slightly startled, and then respectfully stepped back.
"Are you so sure that I will come tonight?"
At a certain moment, a slow and leisurely sound came from the window, and Wan Chuan's figure suddenly arrived and sat opposite.
"If you don't come, it's just a matter of spending a few taels of silver. What does it mean?"
Jing Shuhu poured down his glass heavily, with an unkind expression on his face: "Telling to leave openly but staying secretly is indeed your usual style!"
"hehe."
Wan Chuan smiled but didn't bother to argue with him, so he took out a letter from his pocket:
"The information you want."
"So fast?"
Jing Shuhu was a little surprised, but he took the letter but didn't open it in a hurry.
"How can you imagine my connections? Feng Mantian, the owner of Yunshu Tower, has wanted to meet me many times but was unable to do so."
Wan Chuan was quite impressed, remembering that when he came with his master, his ability to forge weapons was not as good as Jing Shuhu's.
"Master Craftsman."
Jing Shuhu was silent, a little sad.
Seeing him acting like this, Wan Chuan also restrained himself: "Speaking of which, what support do you Valley Masters have to dare to initiate a sect war?"
"The three major sects are watching eagerly, and the Evil God Sect is secretly watching. It is not an initiative, but it is clearly a last resort."
Jing Shuhu sighed.
"You also missed the Zhenwu Hall."
Wan Chuan added: "As far as I know, Meng Zhan, the master of Zhelong Zhenwu Hall, seems to have deliberately let Su Wanxiong go..."
"The imperial court?"
Jing Shuhu frowned, thinking of the new palace master Wang Zhaozhi.
"Okay, I've finished paying back what I need to pay back."
Wan Chuan only drank a glass of wine and disappeared into the private room without even moving his hands.
"Master Craftsman..."
Jing Shuhu suppressed the envy in his heart, opened the letter, and matched it one by one with what he knew.
"Zhenwu Hall and the Evil God Cult..."
Jing Shuhu said to himself, couldn't help but reach into his arms and took out an iron mask with a cat face.
