Chapter 1710: As hard as beating his own apprentice
"This is the best thing. Several elders and I will keep an eye on them. If anyone dares to disobey orders and kill each other, I, the Yuwen family, will not be merciful." Yuwen Dingtian said.
Just look at the fate of the Lin family. No one dares to play tricks under the noses of Gu Qingxi and her senior brothers. Coupled with the threat of the Yuwen family, no one dares to use their brains.
According to the instructions of taking care of Qingxi, each family sent a disciple to walk into the row of courtyards.
Not long after, cheers of joy erupted in the courtyard, apparently something had been discovered.
"Senior Brother Lin, what did you find?" As soon as the disciples walked out of the courtyard, someone asked curiously and expectantly.
"Ling Xin Sword Mie, I found Spirit Heart Sword Mie, hahahaha." The young monk who was asked laughed loudly.
No wonder he is so happy. Spiritual Heart Sword Extermination is one of the unique secret arts of the Xian Miao Sect, which has become famous all over the world thousands of years ago. With the mysterious disappearance of the Xian Miao Sect, everyone thought that this secret skill was lost, but
I didn't expect it to fall into his hands.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, what did you find?" Everyone was filled with envy and asked another young monk.
"I found a magic weapon, it seems to be a rare treasure." The monk who was asked took out a bronze mirror engraved with runes and said modestly.
"It turns out to be a ground-grade magic weapon. Not bad. Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Chen." Everyone congratulated him politely, and their tone was a bit perfunctory.
Although the earth-grade magic weapon is passable, compared with sword skills like the Spiritual Heart Sword Destruction, it is really not worth mentioning.
"Who told you that this is an earth-grade magic weapon? It's obviously a heaven-grade magic weapon. I don't have any eyesight. I really don't know how you practice." At this time, a bare little head came over from the side and looked at it.
The magic weapon glanced at it, curled his lips and said contemptuously.
"What, you said this is a heavenly magic weapon?" Although he was severely despised, the monk was not angry, but asked with a look of surprise.
Even though there is only one level difference between a heaven-grade magic weapon and an earth-grade magic weapon, they are actually very different. If this little monk had not talked nonsense, this is really a heaven-grade magic weapon. Let alone being despised by others once, ten times.
He enjoyed it eight times.
"Nonsense, look at this talisman array, and this, and this, if it were not a heavenly magic weapon, it would not be able to withstand such a powerful talisman array." The young monk pointed at several talisman arrays on the bronze mirror and said proudly.
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"Yes, these talisman arrays can indeed only be used for heavenly magic weapons." An old man next to him who was proficient in weapon skills also nodded and said.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a sophisticated method of refining weapons in the world. If I hadn't carefully identified it, even I wouldn't have noticed that it was a heavenly magic weapon." Another old man who was also proficient in weapon skills was even more emotional and looked forward to it.
The eyes of the young monk were full of envy.
"It turns out to be a heavenly magic weapon, hahahaha." The young man could no longer remain calm. He clutched the bronze mirror tightly and laughed uncontrollably.
"Don't be too happy. The refining method of this magic weapon is so exquisite that its spiritual power is restrained. Special techniques must be used to sacrifice it.
With your eyesight, you can't even tell the difference between a heavenly magic weapon and an earthly magic weapon. If you think about it for a thousand years, you may have to use it as a local magic weapon." While he was happy, the young monk said with contempt.
"Ah, is there such a thing?" The young monk was poured a basin of cold water on his head, and he could no longer be happy.
Subconsciously looking at the two old men who were proficient in weapons, I saw them nodding while thinking, obviously acquiescing to the young monk's statement.
"Master, if you can see the mystery of this magic weapon at a glance, you must know how to use it in sacrifices. I wonder if you can give me some advice." The young monk bowed to the young monk and said sincerely.
"Well..." The little monk looked him up and down, shaking his head slightly, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.
"Master, could it be that my qualifications and understanding are too poor to learn how to perform sacrifices?" The young monk felt uncomfortable looking at him and said uneasily.
"That's not true. If you want to learn how to use magical artifacts for sacrifice, you must have enough qualifications, but you will need to pay more.
I see that you are wearing ordinary clothes, you don’t look like you come from a big family, so I’m worried that you won’t be able to show it..." The young monk continued to shake his head and said worriedly.
The young monk stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Just say it clearly when you want money. I shook my head and looked disappointed. I thought that my qualifications and understanding were so poor that I was scared to death.
All around, other monks also wiped their foreheads.
Judging from the young monk's tone and demeanor, they all thought that the requirements for sacrificial use of this heavenly magic weapon were too high, and that the young monk was not talented enough and had insufficient understanding, so they couldn't help but secretly feel sorry for him.
Who knew that after all his talk, he actually wanted money.
As a cultivator, how can he be so philistine, and he is also a monk.
"Then, how much does it cost, Master?" The young man resisted the urge to spit out the fragrance and asked the little monk.
"Well..." The young monk looked at him again, looking up and down, obviously thinking about how much money he had and how much money he could use to blackmail him.
"It doesn't cost money. You should know the Qingxu Mingxin Jue and the Taishang Zhengqi Jue. By using the two techniques alternately, you can use this magic weapon." Gu Qingxi finally couldn't help but said.
"Qingxu Mingxin Jue, Taishang Zhengqi Jue!" The young monk looked at Gu Qingxi doubtfully.
It's not that I'm skeptical, but it's a bit unbelievable.
Qingxu Mingxin Jue and Taishang Zhengqi Jue are the most introductory and simplest cultivation methods in the world of cultivation. One is used to cultivate the Taoist heart, and the other is used to refine spiritual power. Regardless of whether it is an immortal sect or a demonic sect, monks who have just entered the sect can basically practice it.
Practice these two techniques.
With such a crude method, can you really use this heavenly magic weapon in your hand?
"Yes, yes, why haven't we thought of such a simple method?" The two old men who were thinking hard about the method of sacrifice brightened up and patted their foreheads at the same time.
"Thank you, Senior Gu, for your advice. I'm very grateful to you." Hearing what they said, the young monk didn't have the slightest doubt and quickly bowed to Gu Qingxi.
"It's just a trivial matter, no need to be polite." Of course, Gu Qingxi would not take such a trivial matter to heart, and said to him casually, while looking at Miaoxin coldly.
No need to guess, this little monk is Miaoxin. Everyone in the world of cultivation knows the introductory method, but he actually dares to use it to defraud people. Apart from him, who else dares to deceive people like this.
Of course, he is just a good talker. After all, he has learned the art of refining weapons for two lifetimes, and his eyesight is still passable. But if he really wants to refine a few magic weapons, he will probably lose even his underwear.
"Ahem, ahem, Uncle Gu, I was just joking with him, I didn't really want to trick him." Miao Xin said with a dry smile as her scalp went numb at the sight of her.
Uncle Gu was kind to him, and sometimes he was nicer to him than to his own disciples, but when he beat the naughty kid, he was just as harsh as he was beating his own disciples.