Anchang was silent for a long time, looked around at everyone, and said, "Don't you guys practice cultivation?"
"We know how to exercise restraint, and our human nature will not be lost much. What about you?" Zang Rongrong said bluntly, "You are not far away from becoming a monster."
"That's why I promised Brother Guan to come here and try it out. I think you also need my fortune telling..."
As he said that, he turned around and stared at the bearded man, "You are like me, too. You have been involved in the Shura Sutra too much and you are deeply involved in it. Your desire for blood is a sign of Shura."
"Haha, you saw it."
The bearded man laughed loudly, "Actually, it's nothing. I just have too many weird hobbies. Which monk among us in Lin Valley doesn't do this? This is a must-have for becoming a monk."
"To put it lightly."
Zang Rongrong started sarcastically.
"We're already here, so you can't drive us away again, right?"
"Why not."
"Hey, Zang Rongrong, you're going too far. I'm giving your family face, not you."
"Your existence is the most dangerous to us."
Zang Rongrong showed no mercy at all. He stared at Anchang and sneered again and again, "No wonder you said at the beginning that you would clean up the wild people who worship ghosts in the deserted town. You are also afraid that they will put you in eternal disaster."
Guan Ling knew it was time for him to speak, so he stood up and said, "Let me tell you a few words. Anchang gave me this soul-suppressing bell in advance because I was worried about this trip..."
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"Peng!"
The temperature in the fire room without a roof was still extremely high.
Chen Qingyan threw the hammer and his chest heaved violently.
He looked at the exhausted pyrotechnics and then at the six blades in front of him, knowing that he shouldn't be too hasty.
Haste makes waste. He is not yet a weapon refiner in the true sense, and must rely on the help of pyrotechnics, otherwise he will not be able to build a qualified weapon.
"That's it for today. We'll have a day off tomorrow. Let's use this bone money to buy some delicious food and replenish our strength."
Chen Qingyan took off his money bag, took out a hundred bone coins and handed it to the nearest fireman.
When Huo Gong left with gratitude, Chen Qingyan's eyes fell on the blade embryo again.
"The impurities that can be removed are basically removed, and the rest depends on the day after tomorrow."
Chen Qingyan did not leave, but waited until the six blade blanks were annealed before putting them in cloth bags.
Push open the iron door of the fire room.
There are no more pyrotechnics outside.
Chen Qingyan took a bag of knife embryos back to the yard arranged by Santan Casting Shop and put them away.
During this period of time, he never returned to Lingu Station to return to duty.
Because it's not necessary.
Now that I'm back, I won't have such a good excuse to leave again.
Before returning to the ancient town, Chen Qingyan had already made up his mind and delayed his return until the last day.
Although the place where I live is not as safe as the residence, it is more comfortable and free.
And now that the altar is open, evil spirits can move around and hide, so there is no need to worry too much about safety.
He will leave Chongyue for a few days after the weapons of acquired formation weapons are forged.
I just don’t know if I can make it in the remaining time.
"Master, I'm here again."
The shopkeeper's enthusiastic shouts came from outside the hospital.
Chen Qingyan opened the door and walked out, and saw a young man following behind the shopkeeper of Santan Casting Shop. The young man was carrying a sack of heavy objects.
"Master, this is the shell of the Chongshui Lake mud snail turtle. It is as strong as fine iron and as light as rotten wood. It is best used as a scabbard when paired with the best deerskin that has been soaked and sun-dried three times."
During this period, the shopkeeper entered the fire room many times to observe. With his venomous eyes, he quickly saw that Master Chen was extremely skilled in casting and wanted to recruit him.
"Not bad, how much is it?"
Chen Qingyan looked at it for a few times and asked.
"It's vulgar to talk about money. I gave it to you."
The shopkeeper patted his belly and said generously.
"Thank you very much."
Chen Qingyan did not refuse.
He really needed the scabbard to hide the blade.
As for favors, it didn't matter if he owed them. If there was a chance in the future, he wouldn't mind selling a few of the weapons he forged to the other party.
It's just a scabbard. If you don't have one, you can wrap it with some special cloth and you can make do with it.
"I wonder if Master has any plans to settle in Chongyue?"
The shopkeeper began to test.
"Chongyue is really good."
Chen Qingyan smiled.
"Haha, that's good. My young master likes capable people the most."
As soon as these words came out, Chen Qingyan couldn't help but be startled.
Isn't it...too hasty?
"oh."
Chen Qingyan responded.
When the shopkeeper saw that the other party didn't ask, "Who is your young master?", he had to do it himself.
"The Twelve Masters of Chongyue. I wonder if Master has heard of it?"
"I've heard a little about it. But those monks who built Chongyue Ancient Town?"
"Exactly. My young master is a descendant of one of the monks. Otherwise, how can ordinary people run a shop in an ancient street where every inch of land is precious."
"Um."
Chen Qingyan behaved very reservedly.
He will be stationed in Chongyue Ancient Town for a long time. If he can establish a relationship with the monk family in the ancient town, it may be helpful to his future plans.
After all, there is a market near the ancient town, and there are often auctions of magic weapons.
Those are all sources.
If you want to buy a magic weapon, you must use Lingyu money, which is the currency circulated among monks.
Bone money is just mortal currency.
Now that he has gained a layer of skin and gained the identity of 'Master Forger', the world Chen Qingyan has seen is different. When he was still a disciple of Lingu, people in the town would either stay away from him or flatter him, but no matter No one will take the initiative to inform them of these things.
Only by getting in touch with this circle will you know some information that you usually don't have access to.
Lingyuefang City is the only Monk City among their several ancient towns.
Chen Qingyan decided to go to Lingyuefang City for a stroll after he built the weapon into a formation weapon and finished dealing with the affairs of the deserted town.
Only when people are exposed to more things can they broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge.
The two chatted for a while, and after Chen Qingyan agreed to have the opportunity to meet his young master in the future, the shopkeeper left.
Back in the house, Chen Qingyan took out the mysterious veil and put it on.
His vision was restored again, and he had appeared at the main forum of the Thousand Faces Society.
Only three fog men were seen.
"Where has everyone gone?" Chen Qingyan, who was also in the form of a fog man, asked.
"have no idea."
The person on the other side replied blankly.
Chen Qingyan looked for a few more topics, but when he saw that everyone was ignoring them, he lost interest and quickly withdrew from the Qianmianhui forum.
Shaking his head, Chen Qingyan put away his veil.
Then he took out the rolled drawings, unfolded them, and examined them carefully.
He has already chosen the forbidden array spell and made improvements based on the material properties.
This is a masterpiece that combines his ninth-level weapon refining skills and his ninth-level formation skills, and is the result of painstaking efforts.
Time consuming, day and night.
Until nothing can be changed, and until the possible surprises of subsequent changes are calculated, this forbidden formation can be said to have done the best he can.
Chen Qingyan is 70% sure about the creation of acquired weapons.
"As long as you follow the formation diagram and lay out one-sixth of the incomplete forbidden formation for the formation soldiers one by one, you should be able to succeed, but it still feels not safe enough. It would be better to have two or three more blades, and you will be more sure. It’s a pity that the honeycomb red stone is not enough. Jiang Bingxin got this spiritual object. Fangshi? Oh, if I had known, I would have tortured him first, and he killed it too quickly.”
