Wei Shiqi and Yu Yao wandered around the Poisonous Spider Valley all day, and they did not turn back to Wuya View until dusk. The harvest of this day was only a few low-quality Mushu grass, except for the "Silver Horn" , the six-winged water snake and the blood python were not seen.
Although there was nothing gained, Yu Yao was still in a good mood. It was almost a luxury to be able to accompany him for a whole day and be inseparable. She hoped that there would be more opportunities like this. She gradually discovered that only when she was by his side could she forget her hatred, think about nothing, and completely relax herself, as if the burden she had carried for a long time was left to him to solve. . This feeling is very good.
After walking on the creaking plank road back to the quiet room, he saw a shabby storage bag placed in the corner. Wei Shiqi bent down to pick up the bag, poured out the contents, and counted them. There were twenty-nine in total. Demon pills of different sizes and seven spirits are sealed in jade boxes.
Du Mo is worthy of being the leader of the Poison Sword Sect, and he acts very grandly. Although the quality of the demon elixirs and spirits of these six-winged water snakes are not excellent, they are by no means inferior. If he collects them by himself, I don’t know how much energy it will take. .
Poisonous Spider Valley and his party solved Wei Shiqi's big problem. He put away the demon pills and spirits and went to the soup boiling room under the plank road to ask Lao Feng for advice.
Qingming once mentioned to him that Lao Feng practiced the Red Lotus Technique, one of the Four Kunlun Techniques, studied the art of controlling fire, and had great experience in making weapons. The Five Elements Sect came to beg for help several times, but was blocked by the leader. Wei Shi Qi had a pleasant chat with Lao Feng and had quite a friendship. If such an expert in making tools could give him some pointers, he would be able to avoid many detours.
Following the old rules, they drank tea, ate oiled apricots, and chatted a few words. Wei Shiqi humbly asked him for advice on how to make weapons, how to incorporate demon elixir into the weapon during the refining process, and improve the quality of the magic weapon.
This question scratched Old Feng's itch. He blushed and talked endlessly, pouring out all his years of experience.
The knowledge of weapon making is vast. When it comes to cauldron fire, there are no less than two categories: demon fire, elixir fire, real fire, earth fire, stone fire, meteor fire, sun fire, underworld fire, thunder fire, poison fire, and sky fire. There are more than ten kinds, not to mention the various details such as finding materials, tire making, cauldron furnace, fire control, smelting, heat treatment, quenching, etc. It takes a lot of words just to listen to him list them roughly.
Putting side branch details aside for now, the most critical point of controlling the weapon is fire control.
Wei Shiqi listened for a long time but didn't understand. He realized that he had once again overestimated himself, thinking that he could refine an iron rod into a Horcrux in just one month. Nothing in this world is achieved overnight. Even a genius needs years of repeated practice.
He was confused when he heard what he said, and his mouth went dry as Old Feng spoke. He picked up the teapot and drank a few sips from mouth to mouth. He continued to speak, but Wei Shiqi hurriedly interrupted him, "I saw it in a jade slip, Different demonic elixirs are mutually exclusive and difficult to coexist in the same weapon. The weapon refiner needs to control the cauldron fire and use various techniques to calcine the demonic elixir to its "existence" and wait for an opportunity to melt it into the device. What exactly is "existence"? ?”
Old Feng slapped his thigh, and spittle flew everywhere, "Everything has physical properties and origins. To use an analogy with humans, physical properties are equivalent to the physical body, and the origin is equivalent to the soul. The reason why it is difficult to coexist is because the origins are different and mutually exclusive. The so-called ' "Existence" means that when refining a weapon, it is necessary to control the heat, remove the source of the material, and retain the physical properties, so that different materials can be melted together and integrated into one. Generally speaking, the weapon refiner has passed the "existence" level. I can refine a top-grade magic weapon."
He did not pretend to be mysterious, and every sentence he said was very factual, unlike Yuhai Zhong's "Miscellaneous Notes on Making Utensils", which was quaint and unclear. Although Wei Shiqi was still a little confused, he finally understood a little bit. He was afraid that Old Feng would continue to talk. Without talking about irrelevant details, I hurriedly asked him for advice on the art of fire control, how to control the heat, calcine the materials to their "existence" and integrate them into one. Lao Feng started from the most basic method of gathering fire and taught him various methods of controlling fire, step by step, and taught him everything he had, without any secrets.
The ignorant are fearless. This sentence is really good. The more you know, the more you feel that you don't understand anything. After hearing what Lao Feng said, Wei Shiqi privately thought that he would never be able to become an weapon refiner in his life.
"Try fire control and see if you have the talent to make weapons." Old Feng also said he was tired and motioned for him to start with the simplest method of making tea and try the fire control technique.
Above the soup boiling room is a plank road, and above the plank road are two quiet rooms, one empty and one occupied.
Yu Yao took a nap for a while and suddenly woke up. There was a strong wind outside the window and ghosts crying and wolves howling. She lay quietly in the darkness, with countless fragments of memories rising and falling in her mind. His expression was a little dazed, as if his strength had been completely drained away, leaving only an empty body. Before closing her eyes, she had hoped that Wei Shiqi could be by her side when she woke up. However, there was nothing at the moment. He was not here. He always had many things to do and could not take care of her.
At this moment, she felt a little self-pity and felt that she had become very weak.
Yu Yao gathered her emotions, stood up, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the quiet room slowly. The cold wind blew against her face, biting the cold. She wrapped her clothes tightly, held on to the railing and looked around. Liushi Peak was shrouded in thick darkness, and the mountain and the sky merged into one. The vastness in front of her made her want to jump off the cliff. Once the impulse arose, there was no way to dispel it. She leaned half of her body out of the fence, and the wind ruffled her messy hair and sleeves. Her whole body seemed to have lost its weight and was floating between heaven and earth.
In the darkness, she suddenly saw light, warm and bright, heard the crackling sound of wood chips exploding, and smelled the faint fragrance of tea.
Yu Yao walked down the plank road while holding on to the wall, pushed the door and stepped into the soup boiling room. She saw Wei Shiqi squatting by the iron stove, concentrating on lighting the fire and making tea. The red flame swayed in his palms, stretching and rubbing. The circle keeps changing into shapes, and the wind pours in from outside the door, as if it is blocked by an invisible wall, without affecting the flames at all.
She nodded to Old Feng, walked lightly to Wei Shiqi's side, leaned against the pillar, and watched his every move intently.
The flame stabilized and surrounded the teapot. The true essence flowed back and forth between his fingers. The color of the flame gradually faded, from red to pale. In an instant, white gas burst out, the water in the teapot boiled, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. .
Wei Shiqi removed the fire, picked up the hot teapot, carefully poured two bowls of hot tea, gave one bowl to Lao Feng, and handed the other bowl to Yu Yao.
Old Feng first looked at the color of the tea, then smelled the aroma, and finally took a sip, nodded and said: "This time it's not bad, the heat is not satisfactory, it's much better than the previous times."
"I wasted a lot of water and tea, but I finally made some progress." After saying that, Wei Shiqi stood up and looked at Yu Yao. Seeing that she was not energetic, he frowned and said, "You're awake!"
"Well, I slept for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep anymore." Yu Yao held the teacup in both hands and brought it to her mouth, but she was not busy drinking, letting the steam rise on her face, taking a deep breath and letting out a slight sigh.
The two of them fell silent at the same time. Old Feng beat his waist knowingly and muttered: "Age is not forgiving. I am old and have low energy. I should go and rest early..." He hunched his body and walked out of the soup without looking back. room, and closed the door.
Wei Shiqi poured away the remaining tea in the pot, replaced the water and tea leaves, and sat the teapot on the iron stove to simmer slowly. This time, he did not deliberately control the fire and allowed the flames to stir up the teapot, like a disturbed heart. He walked to Yu Yao and reached out to touch her hair, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Yu Yao leaned into his arms and whispered: "No, I just miss you... What should I do? I find that I... can't live without you..."
