Afterwards, Mu Ling took Li Chuan to eat in the market at the foot of the mountain. He said: "There are few people eating in the Four Gods Palace, so the cooks are not careful. They treat cooking as a practice and use their spiritual thoughts to stir-fry. The taste is delicious." It’s okay, but it has no soul.”
Li Chuan looked at the large plate of pitch black paste on the table and felt that it was acceptable to have no soul.
Mu Ling introduced: "This is the signature of this store. There are 8 kinds of spiritual animal meat in it, and it is seasoned with 6 kinds of spiritual plants. The taste is very rich. Brother Li, try it quickly. It will lose its taste when it is cold. ”
Li Chuan tried his best to open his eyes and taste. He took a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.
A rich aroma burst out of the warm food and flowed smoothly down the esophagus. He subconsciously took another spoonful, wanting to taste it carefully, but found that he had to take another spoonful.
"How is it?" Mu Ling asked expectantly.
"It's amazing. It's amazing. I've never tasted anything like this." Li Chuan praised it sincerely.
While eating, listening to Mu Ling tell some Xuanmen anecdotes, Li Chuan finally understood the status of the Four Gods Palace in the Xuanmen, and what the status of Wen Guying, the senior brother of the Four Gods Palace, was in the Four Gods Palace. Revered.
After eating and drinking, when he reached the foot of the mountain, Mu Ling suddenly said goodbye to Li Chuan.
Li Chuan was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you waiting for Master Wen?" Not long ago, he looked like he was going to guard the Four Gods Palace forever.
"I know that Senior Brother Guan is no longer here. I understand his character, and I believe in Senior Brother Wen and you," Mu Ling's eyes were calm and gentle, "I have inherited the kindness of Senior Brother Guan, and while he was alive, I had no chance. To repay him, as a monk, I can only practice well, inherit his will, and continue on this path."
Mu Ling turned around gracefully and waved to Li Chuan, "Brother Li, I'm leaving. The next time we meet again, Senior Brother You may not be able to beat me up."
Li Chuan looked at Mu Ling's back and waved his hand, "I'll wait for you at Xuantai Lingguang Club. Don't make sure you're not on the list and won't be able to come!"
Mu Ling's voice became quieter and quieter, and he seemed to hear some words in the distance like "I will fight my life to be on the list" and "Li Chuan, don't call me Second Senior Brother...".
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In the next few days, Li Chuan did not go out for a walk.
He moved a table and put it in the yard, waited for the sun to be at its best, sat down, placed a few pieces of paper on it, and then spread the fragments of the Tianyin pot on the table.
In fact, he has already mended a lot of things, including the walls and roof of his home, various utensils, the third party, Miss Zhu... but it was just mending. Only the first time was different. A spiritual pot made from an ordinary pot could Cooking vegetables and practicing hatching eggs.
The so-called spiritual movement.
His eyes fell on the debris.
Daozhang Wen did not put any pressure on him. He said that if he could make up for it, he would make it up. If he couldn't make it up, let the weapon refiners from the Four Gods Palace take a look. If it didn't work, he would give Tianyu Sect another magic weapon.
But he wanted to patch it up.
For no other reason than that, he just wanted to hear that gentle and gentle voice that pulled him out of the abyss of his heart.
There are 7 large fragments, the base remains relatively intact, and part of the neck has turned into powder and cannot be found.
He read some books here and there in the library, and he also got a rough idea of a lot of weapon refiner techniques.
If a refining master is allowed to repair it, the materials must be replenished first, and then the entire pot must be re-refined.
The materials for a heavenly magic weapon are difficult to find, and it is even harder to restore its power and function.
But Li Chuan vaguely felt in his heart that as long as he could see it, he could repair it. There didn't seem to be a big difference between using leaves, flowers, or natural treasures.
The sun made him feel dizzy. Sometimes he seems to enter a mysterious state, but only for a moment, he is ejected dizzily. The fragments in front of him are still fragments, lying there quietly, seeming to laugh at his overestimation.
A magic weapon of heavenly quality.
Li Chuan took out the "Classic of Patterns" and flipped through a few pages to see if he could touch any of the pictures, but he couldn't.
"Pity."
Li Chuan heard someone talking and took a closer look. He saw that the little mouse sleeping in the sea of consciousness ran out of nowhere. He was squatting on the corner of the paper pad, looking at the fragments on it.
"Why is it such a pity?" Li Chuan asked him.
"Such a good magic weapon, but it was broken before I could copy it." The little mouse lamented. The light gray fur sparkled in the sun, and the two eyes were like black gems.
"Repair it and then copy it?" Li Chuan asked tentatively.
"It's difficult, it's difficult," the little mouse shook his head, "The magic weapon has a spirit, let alone a heavenly magic weapon, but now it only has its form, and its charm is constantly dissipating. Even if it is glued with the best materials, it can't stop it. The charm fades.”
Li Chuan understood.
This is why Tianyinhu followed them to the abyss of the heart.
"What if we go to the Bingxin Jingtan for a bubble? Will it be useful?"
"Bingxinjingtanshui?" The little mouse's eyes suddenly became wary, "Where are we now?"
"In Tianju Mountain, the Four Gods Palace." Li Chuan answered.
Seeing that the little mouse's body was fading, his right hand, which had been accumulating strength, immediately reached forward and grabbed the tail.
The little mouse's expression suddenly became bleak, "Can you stop scratching my tail every time?"
"What happened to the Four Gods Palace? Do you have enemies in the Four Gods Palace?" Li Chuan asked.
"The Four Gods Palace is ominous." The little mouse sighed, and then he answered Li Chuan's question, "Bubbles in the Bingxin Jingtan Pond can indeed prevent the charm from escaping, but in order to repair it, we have to find a way to repair it. A place with abundant spiritual energy to warm up for a period of time.”
"Isn't it possible here?" Li Chuan asked.
"Not even close," said the little mouse.
Li Chuan took out his pot again, "What about putting it here?"
The little mouse looked carefully and suddenly said "Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
"This pot is a bit strange."
"What's weird?"
"This pot seems not to gather spiritual energy, but to turn the contents into spiritual energy."
"No way? I use it for cooking, etc., and the food doesn't turn into aura and disappear?"
"That's not what I mean," the little mouse scratched his head with his paws, "but if there is nothing, turn the air into aura. If there is something, let that thing contain aura. For example, put a hundred-year-old ginseng in it and let it accumulate for a few days. , probably like 300-year-old ginseng.”
Li Chuan understood what the little mouse meant. No wonder there was spiritual energy in Jueling Land before.
"Can it be used?" Li Chuan continued to confirm.
"Okay," the little mouse suddenly thought of something, "After repairing it, you call me and let me make a few copies."
"Why should I call you?" Li Chuan asked.
"Recite it silently three times in your mind, and I will definitely hear it," the little mouse warned again, "Go find some normal materials, stop pulling the leaves, and make a good pot like this for you."
(End of chapter)
