Xu Shuye's eyes flashed with light, and he looked at the thing in Xiao Jianxiu's hand in a daze, motionless.
"Hey, hey," Jiang Suju urged several times when he was tired.
Fang Zheyou reached out and covered his mouth.
"He has an epiphany. Don't interfere with him."
He had an epiphany right now???
Jiang Su didn't understand and was shocked. She felt like she had been cheated by him!
But it doesn't matter if this place is just an illusion. After all, the fact has happened a long time ago. Even if I use Wang Jia's body to commit suicide now, Wang Jia outside is still alive.
She and Fang Zhe protected Xu Shuye for seven days and nights.
The sky showed a hint of fish-belly white, and the boy in white slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air toward the east.
At this time, his eyes were piercing, and he looked at everything around him with an inexplicable desire to start refining.
He hugged Jiang Su's wooden sword.
"Hey, little sword cultivator, give me your wooden sword, and I'll make a good one for you!"
Jiang Su looked nervous, hugging the sword tightly, and even used his legs to keep away from this extremely excited man.
"Let go, don't let me kick you... I am a swordsman, I can't live without my sword, you are robbing me of my life!"
Jiang Su struggled to look at Fang Zhe, his eyes were dark and his mouth was pouted, looking pitiful.
Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Fang Zhe suddenly took action and pulled the sword from the little sword cultivator's hand to his junior brother.
"..."
Jiang Su looked at Fang Zhe in disbelief, then turned to look at Xu Shuye, the expression on his face was extremely ugly, as if he was about to cry at any time.
"Fangzhe you..."
You actually helped your junior brother but not me?!!
Hold a grudge! Remember it! Wait until I get out! I have to settle the score with you!
The monk in red curled his lips, and the coldness in his brows turned into a rare gentle March breeze.
"Your wooden sword is not a piece of waste wood. It is a sword embryo that has not been refined. I have observed that it should be the rare black and white yin and yang wood in the world, which exists on the edge of the Southern Territory and the outer sea."
"Let my junior brother take it to refine it for a few days, and I will give you a good sword when I come back."
Jiang Su was stunned and murmured to himself: "Black and white yin-yang wood...sounds pretty powerful..."
She still didn't let go, turning her head and staring at the boy in white, "How good are you in refining weapons? Don't make rubbish for me?!"
Xu Shuye was slightly startled when he saw this man's reaction, and then he burst into laughter with a "pop" sound.
"Little sword cultivator, our Wujian Sect is the largest weapon refining sect in the Eastern Region, not the sword sect. Hahahaha, are you stupid for learning swordsmanship from my senior brother?"
"When it comes to Wu Jian sword skills, I may not be as good as many people in the sect. But if you want to talk about weapon refining, huh."
The white-clothed monk proudly straightened his body and patted his chest with his hand, "My master, the leader of the Wujian Sect, has accepted two disciples in total. My senior brother's weapon refining skills are astounding to the heavens and earth.
I haven't opened the furnace for a hundred years, just to accumulate yin virtue and refine an immortal weapon that can ascend."
"Besides, I have refined all the high-priced magic weapons that have leaked out of the sect over the years. Do you think I can refine it for your sword embryo?"
Xu Shuye raised his eyebrows lightly and fired at Jiang Su.
Jiang Su remained silent, only feeling that he saw a live peacock with its tail spread out and its butt swaying.
He handed over the hand holding the sword and let the young man in white take it.
"Let me declare first, I don't want any magic weapon below the middle grade, the lowest is the middle grade." Jiang Su Nai glared at Xu Shuye fiercely, her baby fat swaying slightly on both sides.
Xu Shuye took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "What a cute child..."
…
Another year.
Jiang Su lost his sword and could only secretly learn other things from Wu Jian Cult.
She herself has no interest in refining weapons at all, and she would think of her own alchemy furnace from time to time when she saw their furnace.
"My hands feel so itchy and I miss Xiaoliu so much."
The six-turn furnace turned into a little golden baby, and she came to save Kufeng. It has been six years since she last saw her.
She followed Fang Zhe to his weapon refining room and grabbed a book of formations to study from time to time.
In the process of cultivating magical weapons and making magical weapons, many techniques require the use of formations. They also need to carve relevant formation patterns on the magical weapons, which is more troublesome than alchemy and medical cultivation.
Jiang Su once thought about whether some methods of formation cultivation and talisman cultivation were used in alchemy, whether it would be of extraordinary help to the elixir.
Many of the novels she had read in her previous life had this kind of setting, where the heroine was refining weapons and elixirs, she was so good at it, she was making swords out of runes, and two practitioners were practicing together.
As a result, Jiang Su discovered in this life that this kind of thing is completely impossible!
Which alchemy cultivator would pass on his whole life to a weapon refiner in vain?!!
That's an elixir recipe! I don't even understand my own way of refining weapons, so I try to learn from others, and only one bottle is less than half a bottle!
"What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand?"
The monk in red suddenly squatted down next to Jiang Su, holding his long black and red sword in his hand.
Xiao Jianxiu shook his head, raised his eyelids slightly, and said feebly: "No, I'm just doubting life."
"..."
Fang Zhe: "This kid is telling lies again."
Jiang Su suddenly fixed his gaze on his long knife, his eyes flashed, and asked: "Hey Fang Zhe, is your knife called Zhanhan or Broken Heart?"
The red-clothed monk said nothing, his eyes were deep and dark. He looked at the little sword cultivator, lightly closed his eyelids, and then said in a low voice:
"How do you know that I refined a cold-killing knife?"
He looked at the young boy with his eyes.
Jiang Su noticed these gazes and was not afraid. He turned around casually and leaned against the wall, looking at him lazily.
"Not only do I know this, I also know that you like to tuck others into bed. The first thing you do when you get a magical weapon is to dismantle it. Also... I know that your master will have some success in the art of refining the puppet, and eventually he will even reach the level of
The monks who refine their spiritual consciousness are truly worthy of the status quo."
"..."
"You are very strange. Who are you?" Fang Zhe lowered his eyes and showed no hostility.
The young boy stood up and patted him on the shoulder, and the old god said: "We will not separate, we will meet eventually."
…
Another year, this year Xu Shuye successfully refined the black and white yin and yang wood.
Jiang Su looked at this beautiful white sword with sparks in his eyes.
The sword body is as white as porcelain and is as fine as fine mutton-fat jade, exuding a sharp and slightly cold chill. At noon, looking at it from above, the sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wings is directly penetrated by the light.
"So beautiful……"
Jiang Su held the hilt of the sword tightly, suddenly drew the sword and waved his arm, practicing the Thirty-Six Tiangang Postures.
The mighty wind is going crazy in every gesture, the sword energy is raging around the sand, stones and dust, and there is a faint sound of swords roaring in the air. It is the opening and closing of the sword, and the sword cuts the sky!
"Whoosh——"
The wrist flips, the sword spins, and the sword takes people away!
The sleeves of the clothes fluttered and danced, and the silk ribbons of the clothes fell with the wind.
Jiang Su's sword pointed directly at Xu Shuye.
The young swordsman's eyebrows were arrogant, but his eyes revealed a hint of cynicism.
He tilted his head and smiled brightly at the boy in white.
"How about this, my sword is called... One Frost Frost Fourteen States!"
…
Xu Shuye: "You are so handsome, little Jaga..."
Jiang Su: "The poems on Bad Street are quite suitable for the occasion."
