This is because the strength of Bing Jiujiu comes from the excellent casting material itself. Yang Qiufei always thought that even if any swordsmith used this moon iron to make a long sword, he would be able to beat him. The magical weapon in "Hundred Weapons" made me feel unhappy.
This is also the reason why he devoted himself to refining artificial moon iron in his later years. He wanted to create top-notch steel by himself, which was not something that the second- and third-rate masters in the market could do.
Therefore, in Yang Qiufei's later revised version of "Hundred Soldiers", there is always a vacancy after the ninety-nine soldiers, so that the soldier is left to the one hundred soldiers - made of the top-notch steel refined by himself. The ultimate magic weapon.
"It's ninety-nine soldiers, it's ninety-eight soldiers!" Yang Qiufei glanced at Wei Jing.
"Ah?" Wei Jing didn't understand what this meant.
"I said that Yue'er iron sword is a soldier of ninety-eight, not a soldier of ninety-nine."
"It's obviously Bing Jiujiu..." Wei Jing opened a book of "Hundred Soldiers" and pointed to the page above that recorded the Bing Jiujiu Yue'er Iron Sword.
"Didn't I start rewriting "Hundred Soldiers"? I changed the Moon Iron Sword to ninety-eight." Yang Qiufei said with a smile.
"Ah, I know." Wei Jing snorted and said, "Grandpa, give me a moon iron and keep two for yourself. You want to make two weapons, so you reduced the number of soldiers from ninety-nine to ninety-eight. right."
"No. I want to make ninety-nine new soldiers. As for the one hundred soldiers, I don't plan to make them. They are not something that can be forged manually." Yang Qiufei stood up and came to the table, stroking the wooden table. The three pieces of Yue'er iron on the table said calmly: "This time is the last time I modify "Hundred Soldiers". I will not modify it again in the future. Even if I modify it, it will be modified by you, the little sword king, Yang." Qiu Fei’s "Hundred Soldiers" should be ready..."
"Eh? Grandpa, I don't understand. What did you say? Why didn't you make a hundred weapons? What kind of weapon is that? Why can't it be forged manually? Have you already designed it?" Wei Jing asked again and again.
"I, Yang Qiufei... have spent many years and many days in pursuit of the hundred weapons in the world. Now that I think about it, it is very ridiculous." Yang Qiufei closed his eyes and said nothing. After a long while, he opened his eyes and said : "I was still very conceited a few years ago, but my thoughts have slowly changed in the past few years. I often think of those old friends, your grandfather, Li Chuangtian, bastard Bei Lu..."
Yang Qiufei paused for a while and continued: "Weapons are dead after all, but people are alive. If the weapon is injured or broken, it can be repaired by lighting a fire, but people can't be resurrected after death... In many cases, Years ago, I, Yang Qiufei, Li Chuangtian, who is said to be unparalleled in the world, and the bastard Bei Lu, what we held in our hands were not magic weapons. My long sword was stolen, and Li Chuangtian's broken knife was Picked up, that bastard Bei Lu is even funnier. When he was a child, he picked up stones and threw them at people. Later, he threw throwing knives accurately, but his throwing knives were also stolen. Haha, haha!"
Yang Qiufei couldn't help laughing loudly as he recalled the past, but then his expression turned serious. He looked at Wei Jing and said, "But do you know what good things we did with those scraps of metal?"
Wei Jing murmured: "Kill the bandits?"
"Yes, we killed bandits. We killed many, many bandits." Yang Qiufei said with a smile: "Not only did we kill bandits, we also made magic weapons - the three of us made a hundred soldiers in just one night. I Later I forgot about it, and it wasn’t until these years that I gradually remembered and understood it, haha! What an old fool.”
"It only took one night to make a hundred soldiers? What on earth is that? Is it a knife or a sword?" Wei Jing was confused and kept asking.
"Yes. It only takes one night. Kill the bandits first, and then build the magic weapon..." Yang Qiufei closed his eyes again and said slowly: "On that Black Wind Hill..."
.........
That night, it was windy and cloudless.
Yang Qiufei drank the medicinal soup and fell asleep early. Wei Jingshang was looking at the moonlight in the sky in the big yard. He touched his eight hands, pulled out the black steel knife, closed his eyes, and moved it slowly, thinking about Yang Qiu today. The stories Qiu Fei told him were events that happened in the turbulent Laihu City decades ago.
It is a story about "One Hundred Soldiers".
In that year, bandits were rampant, and Yang Qiufei and Li Chuangtian did an earth-shattering thing in order to rescue their friend Bei Lu who had caused great trouble from the bandits.
"One hundred soldiers..." Wei Jing slowly wielded the sword while reciting what Yang Qiufei had told him during the day and what Li Chuangsheng had said before——
"Don't look at the dull and old knife in my hand. In the hands of bandits, it is just a dirty and evil knife. But in my hand, it must shine brightly. Look at me tonight, chop off people's heads, chop off people's hearts, I want to chop off the hearts of not just the bandits, but also the hearts of the tens of thousands of people in Laihu..."
So, that night, Yang Qiufei and Li Chuangtian entered the village on Heifenggang. With a broken knife and a broken sword, they not only rescued the troublemaker, but also the future owner of Feixueshan Villa. Bei Lu also killed all the bandits on Black Wind Hill and chopped off 217 heads. Before the sun rose, he quickly transported them back to Lake City and hung them high on the city gate.
The news spread throughout Laihu like a strong wind, and the people of Laihu City finally woke up. Even if they are as evil as bandits, they are not invincible. On that day, the 18th Route bandits who had occupied Laihu City for several months encountered unprecedented uprising resistance from the residents of Laihu.
The three of them, Li Chuangtian, spent just one night creating the world's most powerful weapon for millions of people in Laihu City.
“The first of a hundred soldiers is the people’s hearts.”
Wei Jing murmured a prayer, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the round and big moon in the sky, was silent for a long time, and then said: "Moon God, Moon God, my grandpa often said that the moon is made of iron from the moon. Falling steel, he often said that if he could refine this moon iron, he would be a god, so he called himself the Sword God. If it offends you, don't mind, my grandpa has a weird temper, but he is not a bad person."
"You always shine on the earth late at night. I guess you sleep during the day... You are so high in the sky, you should be able to see my father. What is he doing now? You should be able to see Gongsun Yao and Fan Jun, Brother Niu, Lao Xu, Shui Bantian, Aunt Zhang... and those people from Feixue Villa, what are they doing now?"
"What have I done? I know many friends, they are all very good people. I have heard of many heroes in the past who have done some tragic things. Three years ago, the little female monkey Bei Xiaolu was just a A yellow-haired girl, but she already knows how to be a chivalrous and righteous person; Gongsun Yao is only one year older than me, and when I took Ah Xi around to get into trouble, he had the consciousness to sacrifice his life to repay the kindness of his old friend; Fan Jun wanted to take care of me , inexplicably went to Dayang Mansion with me to cause trouble, can I be as loyal as him?"
"Wei Jing, Wei Jing..." Wei Jing turned from talking to the moon to whispering to himself: "In what year and month can you create a hundred soldiers of your own?"
"Can you catch up with them and become a hero who is still respected by everyone after many years?" Wei Jing looked up at the moonlight and slowly closed his eyes.
