Chapter 115 The Monkey Clans Heavenly Forging Miracle
It’s Mid-Autumn Night again.
The full moon rises in the east, the Milky Way hangs upside down, and there are tables and chairs in the middle of the courtyard.
The four of them sat around admiring the moon, eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, drinking tea and chatting.
"Sir, I have learned that there is a Qiyue City six hundred miles south of our Xuandu Temple. The 'Guanyue Temple' on the mountain to the west of the city is a famous secular Taoist temple that takes in mortal women. Sister Ying'er and Sister Han'er are willing to
They eat fast, chant sutras, ignore worldly affairs, and learn Taoism from Qingdeng. They don't want to stay in the mortal town north of Fangshi. That place is dull and boring."
Xu'er was very concerned about the affairs of the two sisters and told the young master the news she had learned.
She waited on Sister Qingluo with her sword and took her around three small towns in the north of Fang City.
I also found the residence of Mr. Mo's two former maids, Dao'er and Sui'er, and chatted for a long time.
Mr. Chen took a look at Ying'er, whose smile became a bit forced. This topic made the atmosphere a little dull, and said: "Finding time in the future, I will go to Qiyue City for a walk."
Hearing is false and seeing is believing. He must conduct an on-the-spot investigation of the moon-viewing temple.
"I'll go with you."
Xu'er shouted enthusiastically.
She is like a bird that has been cooped up for a long time, never missing an opportunity to fly out and see the world.
Chen Mou shook his head and joked: "How long will it take you to fly with a sword and travel thousands of miles back and forth, climbing mountains and wading in rivers, using your two little feet?"
Xu'er pursed her lips and said dissatisfied: "You are just looking through the cracks in the door. I am already in the middle stage of Qi refining, and there is still one year left. I will definitely be able to advance to the late stage of Qi refining. How about we make a bet."
When it came to the bet, she rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "That's it, you can't cheat."
Her mind jumped and she decided on her own to make a one-sided bet.
Chen Mou ignored the maid who was playing rogue with him, and instead chatted and joked with Ying'er about other light topics, discussing the five styles of osmanthus cake and the trivial matter of putting too much candied sugar.
Xu'er was unwilling to be left alone and intervened to stir things up. The young master stuffed her mouth with pastries, and she was left speechless as she moaned.
Han'er boiled tea and poured water, doing this and that, and did not forget to take advantage of the fire and secretly pinch Xu'er who was being punished.
Under the moonlight, the family was enjoying themselves happily.
Happy days go by like water and never look back, and it’s early winter and October before I know it.
Chen Mou waited on time at the top of the Heavenly Monument in the Otherworld. When a trace of golden flame condensed from the stone pillar formation, he started to set fire to the body and exercised step by step. He relied on his cultivation and soul to increase, and the distance that the fire thread fell to the ground was increased.
Half a foot.
The eight-door fire formation was activated, and colorful fire mist enveloped it.
Chen Mou, who was tempered by both internal and external fire, had red fire lines floating on his forehead.
That little bit of golden fire shone brightly, slowly absorbing the ubiquitous colorful fire mist and violent fire energy, allowing him to barely control his own firepower, as if he were in a furnace and grinding stone, making secrets and forging his body, trembling all over.
Enduring the pain and suffering, working hard bit by bit.
Until half an hour passed, the stone pillar formation slowly stopped. Chen Mou, who had retained his decent clothes and long hair and eyebrows, lay on his back on the still hot glass ground, not wanting to move.
After adjusting his breath for a while, Chen Mou slowly stood up, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He used his spiritual consciousness to detect the restrained fire patterns, and the fire obviously grew in size and became full of energy.
Then he flicked his arm with his fingers, making a sound of metal and stone colliding. After a moment of relaxation, the tough and iron-like muscles returned to their flesh and blood elasticity. The effect of the exercise was extremely obvious, and his cultivation level increased significantly with the rising tide.
After the inhuman pain, the rewards are abundant.
The next time he draws fire to fortify his body, he will maintain the intensity of the flames today.
Haste makes waste, take your time.
He flew to the foot of the mountain and drank a pot of tea with Marquis Yuan, who was waiting in the pavilion every day, and chatted for a while.
The black-haired little monkey bowed across the lake to greet him. The monkey's eyes were lively, and his size had not changed much. I don't know how Lao Yuan taught him. The little monkey named Cry ran vigorously, jumped very fast, and had made obvious progress in his cultivation.
It walks alone and does not play with other green monkeys on the slope of the grave.
It chose a natural cave on the northern cliff to shelter it from wind and rain, more than twenty feet above the ground.
Lao Yuan taught the little monkey to dig for roots and find wild fruits and insects to feed himself. Chen Mou bought a pair of fishing rods for the little monkey, taught him how to fish, gave him some rice grains, pots and bowls, and taught the little monkey how to use fire.
A few months passed, and the little monkey lived a very prosperous life.
Three days later in the morning, Chen Mou put the prepared ordinary pig iron and brass fragments into the round tripod, and laid a layer of spiritual iron and spiritual copper pieces he had cut with his long sword on top, and added charcoal, strictly according to the jade slips.
The proportions recorded in are weighed one by one with a steelyard.
Fill the furnace fire array with nine spiritual stones, and start the fire for smelting.
After looking at the clepsydra for half an hour, Chen Mou used his spiritual consciousness to activate the already tamed fire, and summoned a wisp of slender invisible fire thread, which penetrated through the air hole in the lid of the cauldron and entered the hot and steaming interior of the cauldron.
Through the spirituality of invisible fire threads, he vaguely saw the violent scene of flames circling.
Not daring to delay any longer, as he was worried that the unskilled fire wire would get lost in the fire cauldron, he quickly drove the fire wire away from the fire array, and repeated his old trick, drilling into the round cauldron through the tiny pores.
The red liquid was rolling inside the round tripod, and sticky bubbles popped up and burst one by one.
Chen Mou held the smelting formula with his left hand and kept the fire formation in the cauldron constant. He used the fire control formula with his right hand, carefully controlling the strand of fire that was not afraid of high temperature fire, and penetrated deep into the depth of the metal liquid, slowly turning in sequence.
Slowly drive the tumbling liquid to follow.
After about a quarter of an hour, Chen Mou felt that the stirring was difficult, so he trapped the almost consumed wisp of fire in the liquid of the round tripod.
After an hour was up, he stopped the fire and sat down cross-legged to adjust his breath and recover.
The smelting steps in the jade slips are detailed and detailed, without any fancy bells and whistles. It is complicated but easy to operate.
He asked Yuan Hou, who had "some knowledge" of weapon refining, and he only said that the black and white jade slips were collected a long time ago, and they were trophies dug out of some dead man's storage bag. He also asked Chen Mou, "The eggs are delicious when you eat them."
Do we still have to find the old hen that laid the eggs and find out the whole story?
Chen Mou was speechless when asked.
It was almost noon when Chen Mou stood up and opened the hot cauldron lid to disperse the steaming iron heat.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unscrew the black cover of the round cauldron, and there is half a cauldron of red copper material inside.
The color is even and the spiritual energy is thin and not messy. He successfully smelted the magic weapon material with 10% spiritual material added for the first time.
Perhaps it was because he used fire as a starter. Compared with the cost savings of using the cauldron's earth fire to smelt materials in batches at the Forging Pavilion, the quality of the magic weapon materials he smelted was at least 20% higher.
It's easy to see.
Over the next ten days, he slowly increased the difficulty of smelting.
Adding 20% to 30% of the magic weapon materials, he successfully smelted them all in one go.
The higher you go, the more scraps begin to appear. Adding 50% of the magic weapon materials to the spiritual material can create the best magic weapon. After smelting three furnaces, it only becomes one furnace.
The lumps of scrap iron piled up in the corner of the wall were very time-consuming and troublesome to smelt and purify, and a lot of materials would be lost and wasted. They were all stepping stones for him to climb higher.
He was not in a hurry to use the newly smelted materials to forge the magic weapon.
After a day's rest, he invited Protector Shi Yu of the Green Monkey Tribe to accompany him to visit the Gibbon Monkey territory.
He is not arrogant enough to think that with this handsome pretty face, he treats the other monster monkeys as his own home, where he can come and go as he pleases. He is not going to play a game. When he comes to the house for the first time, he prepares three jars of wine as a gift.
Protector Yu is accompanying you, this is called etiquette.
Protector Shi Yu was very talkative and introduced the pure natural wild landscapes along the way, with all kinds of allusions at his fingertips.
Even the broken trees that were struck black by lightning and fell to the ground sprouting new branches and leaves can tell interesting stories.
Entering the territory of the long-armed monkey tribe, we took our guests down a mountain stream.
The various long-armed demon monkeys encountered on the road were either busy or leisurely. They greeted Protector Shi Yu politely and curiously looked at the human guests of the Blue Monkey Tribe whom they had heard about for a long time. No one asked any questions.
When we came to a big mountain fifty miles away, the mountain streams merged into a rapid river, which went southeast around the mountain.
Protector Shi Yu was dumbfounded when he saw his guests staring at the spectacular forging scene in the distance, and a trace of proud joy appeared on his face.
He deliberately took the ancestor's guests and walked around to the side to take a strange look from a distance.
Does the human race have a novel forging method on such a scale?
The famous "Miracle of Heavenly Forging" in the World of All Spirits exists in the Monster Monkey Clan and is the pride of all Monster Monkeys.
The huge thick iron hammers were hammered down from above, making a "rumbling" sound, hammering a huge red axe-shaped object, sparks flying, below there were several long-armed monkey monsters wearing animal skin aprons, holding
The long-handled fire pliers move the position of the weapon embryo on the forging table so that it can bear the force evenly.
Chen Mou exclaimed: "It's so awesome!"
He did not expect that the Long-armed Monkey Department could already use hydraulic devices to conduct preliminary forging of weapon materials.
Is there some expert advice?
It can be ruled out that it is Lao Yuan's monkey ancestor who is too lazy to move his nest.