After a while, he saw the monkey entering the small room again, and just as he was about to scold it, the monkey threw something at him. Wei Jing was stunned at first, thinking that the monkey was going to hit him with something like it did during the day. When he was annoyed, he looked for the thing thrown by the monkey and wanted to throw it back, but found that the thing thrown by the monkey was a key.
Wei Jing was startled, looked at the shackles, and was pleasantly surprised. He quickly opened the lock with the key, and sure enough, the shackles were unlocked. He jumped out of bed, ran out of the small room, and came to the living room of the bridal chamber, but Yang Qiufei was nowhere to be seen.
When he came outside the house, he saw a big, round moon hanging in the sky. Yang Qiufei was standing in the open space outside the wooden house, with his hands behind his back, watching several monkeys fighting each other. The monkeys were catching and practicing in a decent manner. , making them all familiar grappling techniques to Wei Jing.
Wei Jing chuckled, strode forward, reached out to catch the monkeys, and started to fight with the monkeys. Several monkeys reached out to catch Wei Jing, but Wei Jing used grappling techniques to throw him to the ground. Jing said proudly: "These monkeys are not very good at martial arts."
As soon as Wei Jing finished speaking, he saw Yang Qiufei looking at him and smiling with a mocking look on his face. He immediately realized that no matter how smart a monkey is, it is still far inferior to humans, and its grasping techniques are naturally inferior to those of Wei Jing. He snorted and stopped fighting with the monkey, saying, "It's nothing unusual to beat the monkey. It's just for fun."
"They use grappling techniques to fight you. If they really fight, you may not be able to defeat the monkeys. You won't be able to bear just one bite." Yang Qiufei said lightly.
Wei Jing did not comment, sat down with his legs crossed, looked at the moon in the sky, suddenly patted his thigh, and asked: "Sword King, let me test you, what is the best sword steel in the world?"
"I don't know. You should tell me." Yang Qiufei paused and looked at Wei Jing.
"It's Wu Gang." Wei Jing replied.
"Really?" Yang Qiufei was indifferent and silent.
Wei Jing spread his hands and said, "But I don't know why, but I always remember it's something else, something like 'Yue'er Iron'. I heard it's found in Ruyun Mountain."
When Yang Qiufei heard what Wei Jing said, his eyes lit up and he looked slightly happy, saying, "The moon iron on Ruyun Mountain is very rare, and I'm afraid it's gone now."
"If you don't have any, you can refine it by yourself. As long as you use 37% copper, 25% gray iron, 16% red silver, and 22% human bone gold, burn it with fire from the center of the earth for thirty days, mix in starfish sand, Cat blood and mountain pig bones can be used to produce nearly pure moon iron."
Wei Jing looked at the moon and said, and then added: "But I don't remember which guy taught me this. Maybe he was just a charlatan or a rogue liar who deceived me randomly. Don't believe it too much."
"Haha, the boy is really naughty, just like your mother." Yang Qiu Fei laughed a few times and said, "But the refining method you mentioned is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Wei Jing was startled. He had already guessed that the Yue'er Iron Mantra that he kept in mind was related to Yang Choufei. He guessed that it must be the time when he asked Yang Choufei to kidnap him and listened to Yang Choufei every day. Fei recited these steel-making materials and kept them in his mind. However, he was angry that Yang Qiufei locked him up like a monkey, so he deliberately talked about boring nonsense.
At this time, he heard Yang Qiufei say that the refining method he recited was wrong, and he was quite unconvinced, so he said: "I remember it clearly, but it is not wrong. The guy who taught me must have taught him wrong, or he Then new methods were developed.”
"Haha, flowered copper, gray iron, red silver, and human bone gold can only refine the skin and flesh of Yue'er Iron. To refine its essence, other steels must be mixed in. But you can remember what I said to myself back then. You know everything, but you have some talent." Yang Qiufei said herrily, took out Wei Jing's eight hands from his arms, threw it towards Wei Jing, and asked: "Did you really make this thing yourself?"
"Yes." Wei Jing took the eight hands, tossed them in his hands proudly, and said, "My eight hands can probably be ranked in the top twenty in "Hundred Soldiers"."
"Fuck you, you can't even rank among the top five hundred." Yang Qiufei snorted and said, "But it's not bad that you can make this thing by yourself at your age. Your mother is good at martial arts, but she didn't compete with her. I learn to forge iron swords, your father probably taught you this skill, it seems he has some skills."
"My father's abilities are probably similar to yours," Wei Jing interjected.
"Not even close!" Yang Qiufei laughed loudly, pointed at the cave house and said, "My favorite weapons are all in the house. Go and have a look, which one can your father make?"
"Okay, let me take a look." Wei Jing crossed his hands and staggered back to the cave room. He was excited and nervous at the same time, but on the surface he pretended not to care and touched the wooden cabinets and shelves casually. After flipping through it, he was suddenly startled. He saw a dozen copies of "Hundred Soldiers" placed in a small cabinet. They looked old and new. Wei Jing smiled and said, "It turns out there is more than one copy of "Hundred Soldiers"! "
Yang Qiufei said lightly: "The "Hundred Soldiers" I gave to your father was written by me more than ten years ago. The weapons in it are the supplements to the "Sixty-Four Soldiers" that Chuang Tianmen robbed before. Yang Qiu Fei is not a stickler for rules. Over the years, the hundred best weapons in my mind are always changing. Even for the same weapon, its casting materials and casting methods will also improve. Naturally, your family also has weapons. Shupu, has your father ever bothered to study and improve those old rules and methods?"
"If the design is perfect from the beginning, there is nothing to change." Wei Jing said so, but in his heart he felt that what Yang Qiufei said was reasonable. His second generation of eight hands was different from the first generation of eight hands. .
"In short, if we make weapons according to your latest book "One Hundred Soldiers" written by Grandpa, they will be better than the weapons in Chuangtianmen's "One Hundred Soldiers"." Wei Jing changed the subject.
"This is natural."
"No wonder you are so generous and willing to give "Hundred Soldiers" to my father..." Wei Jing snorted, turned over the bamboo basket aside, and said with an audible sound, "This is a kidnapper!"
Wei Jing took out a pair of weapons shaped like Fan Jun's crutches from the basket. There was a small finger-long wooden sign tied to the handle with a thin rope, which read "Soldier Eighty-Seven - Unnamed", but when he saw this The turned body is not cylindrical and stick-shaped, but rectangular and triangular. The side against the arm is thick and soft cotton padding, but the outward side has a sharp angle, like an axe.
"Wow, it's okay to fight with this guy..." Wei Jing held the strange kidnapper in his hand, feeling that it was no heavier than the Longlin kidnapper he made for Fan Jun. He slightly bent his hand and raised his elbow, and waved the kidnapper slightly. , like an ax on his arm. He thought that if Fan Jun were to hold this guy and hit someone, it would not only bruise and break the bones, but also chop the bones and flesh together like pork. opened.
He looked at the front end of the kidnapper, which was flat and triangular in shape, but with two spikes protruding, like two tiger teeth;
The end of the kidnapper, near the elbow, has an outward horn. Wei Jing touched the sharp spikes at the front and then the horn at the back. He thought that although the spikes were not very sharp, if Fan Junzhi used this thing to punch, On humans, the damage is even greater. When an elbow is used, the horns can hook the person's neck and pierce the sternum and head.
Wei Jing couldn't help but shake his head, driving out the bloody thoughts from his mind. He put the kidnapper back into the basket, spread his hands and said, "Grandpa, your weapon is powerful enough, but if you encounter someone who thinks too highly of himself, A strong and cheerful man, but he may not like a vicious thing like you, so he won't rank you, a kidnapper, among the top 100."
"A lot of weird things." Wei Jing rummaged through several baskets and found a pair of steel gauntlets. The steel gauntlets had black steel armor on the backs of the hands and on the knuckles. When he made a fist, There are protruding spikes at the roots of the four knuckles, which function like tiger knuckles. The arms are covered with a piece of black steel armor and there are curved iron horns near the elbows. The gauntlets are also tied with a small wooden sign that reads: Soldier Eighty-five, nameless.
After the steel gauntlets, there is a pair of steel armor leggings connected to the shoes. The toes, heels, and soles all have sharp edges that can hurt people. The thick armor on the shins of the leggings also has sharp angles, and there is a sharp edge on the knees. The sharp corners stand straight upright, and the small wooden sign on the leggings reads: Soldier Eighty-Seven, Unnamed.
"Wow, if Fan Jun puts on this thing and holds a kidnapper, he won't become a murderer." Wei Jing clicked his tongue in surprise, and then turned over other baskets.
