Chapter three hundred and seventieth retreat and refining bowl
"This knife of yours is terrible in terms of forging technology, heat control, and materials. Apart from being hard enough, this kind of weapon has no merit at all. But..."
Yi Yun's eyes were full of reverence. It was a very magical feeling. A person who had never even heard of it would actually have reverence for the user because of a knife. At least Zuo Zhou didn't understand.
It seems to him that he must have heard of it, otherwise why would he respect it?
"The user of this knife relied on a certain kind of persistent belief and strong strength to cultivate the soul of the knife with countless blood and victories, and the years of infiltration of true energy transformed the knife, not only removing the original knife
The impurities in the material are also adjusted to perfection when the materials were previously arranged and combined with great flaws!”
Yi Yun took a long breath and blew lightly on the sword. The sound of the sword easily overcame the heat wave rolling inside the sword tomb, and the originally extremely high indoor temperature seemed to become like a spring breeze in the blink of an eye.
For a moment, all the craftsmen turned their heads and looked at her. The sword chanted like a beautiful woman who would captivate the whole country, easily attracting countless admirers.
"This is a weapon that cannot be forged without the manpower of the forger. It is a perfect combination of the right time, place, and people, but it has no luck at all!"
Yi Yun sighed, suddenly raised his head and shouted: "You have seen it, forging a hilt for such a peerless weapon, do you know what you should do?"
roar!
Zuo Zhou shuddered, good guy, the fighting spirit that was not seen in the Jiannan Army actually appeared in a group of craftsmen.
At the same time, all the craftsmen seemed to have changed in spirit. If making sticks was just a midterm exam for them before, now they regard this stick as a college entrance examination!
Well, there are black lines on Zuo Zhou's face. I dare you not to take it seriously before, right?
Yi Yun returned the knife holder to Zuo Zhou with both hands, looking satisfied and without any regrets, "I never thought that I would see such a magic weapon in the rest of my life!"
Zuo Zhou took the sword and looked at him a little strangely, "You boasted so much about this sword, so why did it destroy the soul of the sword?"
"The soul of the sword is destroyed? It is not destroyed!"
"..."
Yi Yun knew it as soon as he saw Zuo Zhou's confused expression, and said with a smile: "You are not a swordsmith, so you don't understand. I can clearly sense that this sword has not received any damage, and the soul of the sword in it is naturally also
It has not been destroyed, but it is hard to say whether it was taken away by someone or whether it escaped on its own."
Zuo Zhou suddenly realized that, in short, the sword has become fine...
Yi Yun didn't know that Zuo Zhou really understood from time to time, but he still reminded him: "Your sword is good, but it is too advanced. Unless you can find the original sword soul, it is almost impossible to brew the sword soul again."
Possible."
"How to say?"
"The soul of the sword has always grown together with the body of the sword. If the body of the sword is too strong but the soul of the sword is poor, the power it can exert will be skewed. It's like a baby holding a peerless magic weapon.
If a bad guy is stabbed to death with a sword, do you think it is the magic weapon or the baby that is more powerful? This kind of cognitive bias will seriously affect the improvement of the soul of the sword."
Zuo Zhou was confused. Is there still so much to pay attention to? Wouldn't the Wuji Blade Soul be unable to move to a new home smoothly?
Zuo Zhou thought for a while and then asked: "Is there any way to know where the original sword soul went?"
Yi Yun was amused, "How do I know this? Besides, it would be okay if the sword soul was taken away by someone, but if it escapes on its own, I'm afraid that even if you find it, you won't be able to make it return to the blade body. Even if you force it to return, the sword soul will not follow."
If you cooperate, it will be counterproductive, and it may even be worse than just randomly inserting a sword soul."
Zuo Zhou pursed his lips and suddenly felt a little regretful. Yang Zhi should also be killed!
No wonder Yang Zhi gave away the family heirloom sword so quickly. No wonder the Yang family kept the sword in the warehouse for so long. It turned out that it was a weapon that could not cultivate a sword soul, and it was meaningless to just stuff a sword soul into it.
.At most it is sharp enough, but if it is just sharp, it is really not precious to a warrior.
Yi Yun smiled, "It's still the same question, do you want me to make you a big sword directly? You have shown me such a magical weapon, so you are doing me a favor. I will pay for all the materials at the Mingjian Villa."
Zuo Zhou shook his head, "Every master has learned to crawl from a baby. I believe in my sword soul. He will not let me down. Although he is not qualified to live in this 'big villa' yet, I
I believe he will be qualified one day!"
Naturally, Yi Yun wouldn't care much about this very passionate and good-looking thing, but the Wuji Sword Soul in his mind was very useful, and he had all kinds of fun in Zuo Zhou's dream space.
Zuo Zhou was happy and carefully wrapped the knife with cloth, then handed it to Jiang Yuyan to hold.
Jiang Yuyan held it carefully with both hands, her eyes filled with brilliance, look! This is the real magic weapon, even though it does not have a sword soul, it is much stronger than a certain sword.
Unparalleled Sword:???
Bixuezhao Danqing was in a panic now. It was different from the embarrassment of Wushuangjian. It thought about the problem. If the soul of the sword cannot enter the broadsword now, wouldn't Zuo Zhou have to use the sword in the future? Oh my god, I'm scared!
After learning about the problem with the broadsword, he didn't want to stay here any longer. "The owner of the village will take good care of this stick."
Yi Yun heard this and said curiously: "Aren't you watching? In order for the stick to produce a weapon soul, the user also needs to expend blood and essence. We swordsmiths cannot do this for us."
"Don't! A stick is a stick, just keep the surface perfect, there is no need for a soul inside!"
Yi Yun pursed his lips and sighed: "General Li is indeed very secretive. He really can't see through you."
"Haha, easy to say, easy to say." Zuo Zhou smiled and took Jiang Yuyan back to the room. He didn't need to look at the sticks and chains. What he wanted to do most now was to condense his magic weapon.
In fact, he was very envious when he saw Chao Gai casually conjuring up the exquisite pagoda. Not to mention its power, the function of it, which is similar to a storage space, is extremely precious.
Why do so many gangsters carry knives and swords instead of maces? On the one hand, they are handsome, but on the other hand, they are inconvenient.
But it's different if you have a magic weapon. You can put bows and arrows, long knives, swords, smoke bombs, folding stools, beds, etc. inside. Normally, your hands are empty to hide murderous intentions. If you don't agree with me, I will just smash it.
If we continue to pile up rags, I will ask you if you are afraid!
Well, rags are the limit of Zuo Zhou. Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are probably not possible for the time being. He has never thought about shit, really never thought about it!
"Yu Yan, help me protect the law. Unless Zhan Qi or A Xiang and others come, no one can help me. No one can disturb me."
Jiang Yuyan nodded, patted her puffed-up chest, "General, don't worry, Yuyan's guarding the gate will be perfect!"
Zuo Zhou took a sharp look at Jiang Yuyan's ferocity, then slowly closed his eyes and calmed down to recuperate.
He doesn't know how to hold the Tower Arhat Fist, and he doesn't know how the methods of the Dragon Subduing Arhat Fist and the Fuhu Arhat Fist create the divine beasts that protect the law. The only option is the Raising the Bowl Arhat Fist.
He didn't care whether the magic weapon was an alms bowl or a pagoda, as long as it was easy to use, but even with the Linglong Pagoda as a reference, it was not that easy to refine the alms bowl magic weapon.
The dharma image formed by Liboluohanquan is just a mold, which is similar to the process of introducing hot molten steel into the mold to shape it. However, the materials required are often very precious, not just ordinary iron. You must know that different materials may also trigger
produce different effects.
Then you have to continuously input true energy into it, which requires at least the cultivation level of a Renbang Grandmaster. If Zuo Zhou hadn't recovered his innate true energy very quickly, he wouldn't have even dared to try.
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Time passed slowly, and Zuo Zhou practiced for a day. Looking at the rising sun on the horizon, Jiang Yuyan stretched out her hand and smoothed her hair. Should she make herself look more haggard? Otherwise, no one would see her guarding.
After being so lively all night, don't you already know that you can do martial arts?
Just as he was thinking about the sudden arrival of someone from outside the courtyard, Yi Yun smiled excitedly and said, "Someone from the imperial court of Great Qin is here. Let General Li come out to receive the order!"
Jiang Yuyan was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the still closed door, recalling the scene of Li Yuanfang stabbing his enemy to death in the imperial capital. Well, since he is a master, he should have some privileges. Not to mention General Li and Hu Hai.
Doesn't it fit?
"Ahem, um, the general is in retreat at the moment, so don't disturb him. If you have any orders, please wait."
Yi Yun was stunned for a moment, and even Murong Fu and others who were following him outside were stunned for a moment. Can this announcement of the decree wait?
"Presumptuous! Emperor Qin's imperial edict can actually be delayed, why don't we ask Li Yuanfang to come out to receive it!"
A very sharp and harsh voice appeared, which was obviously made with true energy. It would be extremely painful for ordinary people to hear it, but there was no mediocre person present, even Aju Abi was protected by four generals.
Jiang Yuyan paused for a moment, then pretended to be in pain and sat down on the side, supporting the ground with her hands and looking at the eunuch with aggrieved and stubborn expression.
That's right, the one who announced the decree was a eunuch, and behind him was a team of about twelve military attachés. I don't know what their official rank was.
The eunuch looked at Jiang Yuyan in pain and felt proud. He opened his mouth to shout inside, but even though he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
A hand that seemed gentle but as heavy as a mountain fell on his shoulder. The eunuch suddenly started sweating. He didn't know why he was sweating. It was like a physiological reaction, as if he was running tens of thousands of meters and then followed him.
Several old ladies fought for three days and three nights. The key point was that he was a eunuch and could not fight.
Zhang Junbao slowly took out the imperial edict from his hand with some curiosity, "You are so arrogant, does this imperial edict want to depose my brother from the position of general?"
Then he shook the imperial edict casually and glanced at the eunuch with a playful look, "Did no one tell you the contents of the imperial edict, or did the Emperor of Qin forget to discuss the matter with his ministers and issued the edict directly?
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The eunuch was a little confused. Everyone in the civil and military dynasty knew that His Majesty and General Li were not on good terms. What good thing could there be in this imperial edict?