He repaired a broken pot into a spiritual pot. Isn’t it nice to see the green leaves?
Li Chuan grabbed the little mouse's tail tighter, "Don't run away yet, tell me why the Four Gods Palace is ominous? And what's going on with Su Han, the Black Horned Emperor?"
The little mouse's expression became frightened to the naked eye, and said: "Stop talking, stop talking, don't be heard."
"Who heard it?" Li Chuan asked.
The little mouse shrank his head.
"Didn't you mention it first?" Li Chuan was helpless. He wasn't very curious, but every time the little mouse came out, he would say a few words in a cryptic manner and then say nothing, which made him feel that it was quite disrespectful not to ask.
The little mouse's head almost retracted into his chest, "I can't say it here, next time..."
Li Chuan's palm felt painful, as if thousands of needles were piercing it at the same time, and then the little mouse disappeared.
Ran away again.
This time I finally said something useful.
Li Chuan's eyes fell on the fragments again. After Wen Guying came out, he went to soak in the Bingxin Jingtan Pond, put it in a pot to grow for a few days, and then found a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to replenish it.
Can people make up for it like this? Where's the demon? Do I have to take out my soul to mend it, or can I just get two stitches?
The ideas gradually spread out.
Gong Er Pang San is so serious, he can't just stop at this; Jin Rong was the one who called him; if you study a craft carefully, you will never die of hunger...
After the sky became overcast, Li Chuan packed up the pieces one by one, put the table back, and then strolled out.
In the days that followed, he attended several weapon-refining classes. Although he felt that the subject was not very professional, he had more to brag about at the wine table.
Then I went to the Artifact Refining Hall to take a look at the magic weapons. I saw more and more, and I also saw some tricks. I no longer felt that everything was strange and colorful.
When a weapon refiner comes over, he will go up to chat with him and ask some questions. When the other person sees Li Chuan's lark knot, he will basically answer a few questions. There are a few who are particularly enthusiastic and like to teach others, but they bluntly express their disdain for Li Chuan. He had no talent as a weapon refiner, so he broke the knowledge into pieces and fed it to him.
Li Chuan came from a poor elementary school, and he didn't have much food and salt. Every time he went to see them, he would bring a bottle of wine with him.
Then they became friends.
Wen Guying came out of seclusion less than half a month later. When he found Li Chuan, Li Chuan's theoretical level of weapon refining had already reached his level.
"Brother Li is really good at making fun for himself." Wen Guying commented.
Li Chuan rubbed his swollen head, told him the repair plan for the Tianyin pot, and said, "I have to trouble you to find some suitable materials." He was still not very sure, "I'll give it a try first." , if it doesn’t work, you should find a weapon refiner, at least you can preserve the shape.”
Wen Guying was very open-minded and said, "It would be great if Brother Li is willing to give it a try."
He took Li Chuan out of the weapon refining hall and went straight to Bingxin Jingshui Pond.
Taking out the boat, Li Chuan put the fragments of the Tianyin pot on it, and the boat floated towards the center of the pond.
Wen Guying talked about the history of the Tianyin Pot, "The Tianyin Pot was made by Tan Wuhen, a cultivator 30,000 years ago. As soon as it was born, it experienced the catastrophe of gods and demons at that time. After the catastrophe of gods and demons, it was lost for a time. He disappeared from the world ten thousand years ago, and then appeared again with the secret realm of Zuichi. In the following thousands of years, it passed through the hands of many monks, and was finally collected in the treasure house of Tianyumen."
The mist was thick, and the sounds of high and low birds came from the surrounding woods.
Sunlight flows between the blades of grass.
Wen Guying said: "People have life and death, and magic weapons also have their ups and downs. Brother Li, have you decided what kind of magic weapon you want?"
"I want something that I can use," Li Chuan was quite pragmatic, "or something that can be used for passive defense, which is of a higher grade than Third Brother's mysterious armor..."
Wen Guying thought for a while and said, "I thought of a magic weapon, but it will take a few days to get it. You can wait a few more days."
Li Chuan was fine anyway, so he asked, "Is your injury healed?"
"Almost." Wen Guying replied.
Li Chuan thought about Mu Ling and mentioned it to Wen Guying.
Wen Guying said with a smile: "I just wanted to get rid of him at that time, but I didn't expect that he waited for so long. Junior Brother Guan must be very happy to know that someone remembers him."
"I figured out how to make it up." Li Chuan said again.
Then he told Wen Guying the story he had planned, and made a script about the ghost king making trouble, replacing the heart abyss with the ghost domain, and everything was perfect.
After Wen Guying heard this, he high-fived and praised, "I just told Brother Li to do this."
After boasting, he asked: "What do you think of the Four Gods Palace?"
Li Chuan recalled what he had seen and heard in the past few days and said, "It's pretty good. It's different from the Xuanmen I imagined." Then he talked about the Heart Refining Arena and said, "I think these rules , quite interesting.”
Wen Gu responded: "Actually, no matter how the rules are changed, the disciples who will go will still be those disciples, and there will not be much difference from the list made by the elders."
"Is that so?" Li Chuan was a little doubtful.
"Cultivation cannot be faked. If there is a disciple who can get on the list by understanding the rules...then his character is enough for him to be on the list," Wen Guying explained: "The Four Gods Palace has set such a The rules are just that we don’t care about the disciples, we only care about resources and victory or defeat.”
He looked at Bianzhou and said, "Xuantai Spiritual Light Society, the new generation of genius, and the number one person in the world. These names will all disappear in a long time. When a monk reaches the end, he cultivates his original heart. The purer his original heart, the better he will go." The further away you go.”
"So twenty years ago, in the incident involving the Frost Leaf Sect, the Four Divine Palaces suffered the least loss. When cultivating, it is easy to see the problems at hand as too big and wish that we could just get over the bottleneck. No matter how much we cultivate, It would be better if it were higher. It seems that as long as we can break through, the road ahead will be smooth. But that is not the case. Cultivation is a narrow escape, and the further you go, the more difficult it becomes. Just like the owners of the Tianyin Pot in the past, they are all rare talents, and they Their figures have disappeared in the dust and smoke of time.
"Your tone doesn't sound like a two-hundred-year-old monk." Li Chuan said.
"Maybe it's because I have taken on responsibilities that I shouldn't take on at my age." Wen Guying followed Li Chuan's words and laughed.
They both laughed out loud.
The fragments of the Tianyin Pot were soaked in the cold pool for more than an hour, and then were stored in the pot. Wen Guying sent a lot of materials one after another for Li Chuan to test; he also took him to watch the process of refining treasures by several weapon refiners.
After another half month, Li Chuan felt that he could give it another try.
Wen Guying calculated an auspicious day, and sure enough it rained in the morning and the sun came out at noon.
Take a bath and burn incense. Using the ritual taught by the weapon-refining friend, the table was set up, the spiritual array was laid out, and the spiritual stones, spiritual plants, and spiritual wine were served.
Spread out the Tianyin pot pieces. After the jade-colored fragments were soaked in the quiet pool, they showed a crystal texture; when touched, a cold feeling came out.
(End of chapter)
