A barefoot black man carrying a basket came walking along the field road that was about ten feet wide.
The afterglow of the setting sun gave the man a layer of brilliance. From a long distance away, the man smiled and called out teasingly: "Brother Mou, you are too impatient. It's not dark yet. Let's go to Qianxiu Tower to drink wine and listen to music.
It’s early.”
Chen Mou is wearing a green sermon robe, the sleeves of the robe are fluttering in the breeze, and he has a tall and straight figure, which makes him look like a fairy.
After staying in Fangshi for a long time, he was exposed to all kinds of meat and vegetables. He retorted: "Brother Mo works hard day and night. The bones in his body need to be taken care of and taken care of for the rest of his life. Don't always think about Qianxiu Tower and how much you can earn."
It’s not easy to get a spiritual stone.”
This is the new friend he is waiting for, Mo Fu.
An energetic spiritual farmer who lives on the hill above his head and cultivates thirty acres of spiritual fields. He has a pair of beautiful maids to serve him at home, and they always like to drag him to Qianxiu Tower.
Otherwise, how would a serious Taoist cultivator like him know that there is such a smoky place like "Qianxiu Tower" where monks have fun?
Not to mention the high price of two spiritual stones for drinking flower wine and five spiritual stones for staying overnight?
He and Mo Fu met in Jianping, the back mountain of Lun Dao Hall. They both learned swordsmanship under Master Luo. When they returned from school, they found that they were on the same road and were close neighbors on a short hill. They became familiar with each other after chatting.
They have very similar temperaments.
In order to learn the real skills from Master Luo, Mo Fu spent a lot of time and invited Master Luo to go to Qianxiu Tower to discuss swordsmanship. As a comrade, Chen Mou was honored to accompany him.
Then, a window to a new world opened.
It can no longer be closed.
Mo Fu laughed loudly, lowered the basket in front of him and showed it to Chen Mou. There were several thick and large eels swimming in it. He smiled with a bit of a mean look: "You can eat what you want. Don't follow me later."
This mud-legged guy who works day and night snatches food."
The two chatted and laughed along the gravel mountain road to a green brick courtyard on the top of the mountain.
The courtyard door creaked open, and a petite and cute maid with big eyes stepped to the side and saluted: "Master, you are back. Sui'er wishes Mr. Chen well."
He quickly stood up and reached out to take the pole from Mo Fu's shoulder.
"Wow, what a big eel. I'll send it to Sister Dao'er to cook. I'll add another delicious dish tonight."
The petite maid left a gust of fragrance, carrying a basket swaying, and ran to the east room kitchen where smoke was rising.
Mo Fu smiled and scolded Chen Mou for being "frizzy" and asked Chen Mou to sit down in the main room. He went to wash up briefly, rinsed the mud off his legs, changed into a set of clothes and shoes, and then came out to accompany the guests.
The two of them leisurely drank the fragrant tea served by Sui'er and talked about serious topics such as harvesting crops and market experiences.
"I heard the old village leader talk about a good thing this morning. He said that the Danyang Sect will recruit new disciples once every 30 years. It will start in one year. This time, we will recruit some additional disciples who know how to plant spirits, refine alchemy, and make talismans.
, a casual cultivator with skills such as weapon forging, is accepted as an outer disciple, and you don’t know whether the news is true or false?"
"Oh, that's right. Brother Mo is about to make his mark. With your level of spiritual cultivation, it won't be difficult to get a spot."
Chen Mou said with a smile.
But he didn't believe that such a good thing would happen to a casual cultivator.
Mo Fu smiled so much that his white teeth were exposed, and said: "I still need to ask more, maybe there are any harsh conditions? There are several old guys who are good at farming in the market, and I don't know how many places there are?" Then he said: "You You can also fight for it. How are you learning the blacksmithing skills?"
"I'm still far away. I'll be fine if I wait two years."
Chen Mou was not sure that he could not forge magic weapons yet, so he decided to go to Fangshi tomorrow to find out the news.
No matter how carefree the casual cultivator is, he is still at the bottom of the cultivation world. He is weak and weak, and everyone wants to join the sect.
It is said that "it's easy to enjoy the shade under a big tree." Even for outer disciples, the cultivation resources and learning opportunities available to them are not comparable to those of casual cultivators in Hunfang City.
After a sumptuous dinner and a few glasses of wine, when the sky darkened, Chen Mou borrowed a few books, said goodbye, and jumped down the mountain from the roadless place in the north.
Don’t drink flower wine often, it will hurt your wallet.
The sensual dogs and horses sharpen the Taoist mind, but it is also easy to get lost.
Chen Mou lit the oil lamp and read through the medical classics he borrowed for a while. To be a monk, you must cover a wide range of topics to avoid missing the inconspicuous treasures on the path of practice. You must also know some simple treatment methods such as closing acupoints to stop bleeding, dissipating stasis and dissipating qi, so that you can do it at critical moments. Help.
Half an hour later, he got up and walked to the yard to practice his body and sword skills.
After more than three months of formal study, his Jiugong Sword has become a model. Master Luo's guidance is attentive. He has touched the threshold of "carrying yin and embracing yang" with the sword, which is completely different from his random training at the beginning. , the only difference is the accumulation of heat over time.
However, Master Luo said that his talents in body skills and sword skills are stronger than those in sword practice.
After practicing the swordsmanship and taking a short rest, Chen Mou went back to the side room, lit up the stove, and used pliers to pick up the sword embryo that was placed on the table. It was also the only piece he found. He became interested today and wanted to forge the magic weapon. Try it out.
He spent many nights folding and hammering this piece of embryo with a small hammer, and it was only one step short of taking shape.
It is said that a foundation-building monk can use a furnace and perform more advanced smelting methods to refine weapons, which is far different from the forging method he has learned so far, which is derived from ordinary blacksmith skills.
Pull the bellows, heat up the fire, put the sword embryo into the fire and burn it red. It took some time to use a small hammer and an iron drill, then chisel on the anvil to divide the sword embryo into two parts, and repeatedly burn the half of the sword embryo until it becomes red. Forge it and slowly hammer it into the shape of a dagger.
When the critical moment of quenching came, he was a little nervous for no reason.
Observing that the fire was enough, he decisively picked up the dagger and threw it into the cold water of the stone trough.
When the water stopped bubbling, he picked up the quenched dagger with pliers and took a look. There was doubt and a wry smile on his face. The surface of the dagger was covered with irregular cracks. Deep inside, he tried to forge a magic weapon for the first time.
Ended in failure.
The strange thing is that he didn't find the problem.
He was sure that the forging was uniform, the density was no problem, and the quenching temperature was just right. How could it fail?
He glanced at the scrapped dagger with his Qi-gazing technique, and found that almost all the original spiritual light was gone. He suddenly thought of Senior Brother Wan who had nowhere to vent his pain, and felt a blinding feeling in his heart.
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Throwing away the discarded dagger, Chen Mou let the fire slowly extinguish on its own.
He walked out of the side room and walked silently and thought alone in the dark courtyard.
There must be some secrets that he was not aware of. Just like the secret of watching fire, Master Zhong would not reveal it to them. He would even lead his apprentices in the wrong direction intentionally or unintentionally. Wan Lin is a living example.
As a human being, you can’t drift.
The atmosphere in the forging room on the second day was more dull than usual.
Chen Mou held a small hammer in his hand and directed Fatty Xue with a sledgehammer in a friendly manner, and forged the ration of magic weapon embryos that had to be completed every day step by step. Wan Lin was silent and pulled the bellows, not participating in the occasional banter between the two.
In the afternoon, Master Zhong appeared in the forging room and took the hammer. He must also complete a certain number of finished magical artifacts every month, unless there are other orders.
Wan Lin handed over the bellows to Xue Biao and handed the receipt for paying the fine to Master Zhong.
Master Zhong glanced at it and indicated that he understood it. He picked up a piece of magical artifact and put it into the fire. He joked about the weather and other things with Chen Mou who picked up the sledgehammer.
For more than two months, Mr. Ma and his friends showed off their newly acquired unique swords everywhere, bringing many expensive orders to the Forging Pavilion. Master Zhong followed the gourd and designed more than a dozen novel styles of swords.
Received unanimous praise from laymen.
The rewards are easy to earn, and the sect also has special awards.
Master Zhong, who had gained both fame and fortune, was almost on the verge of promotion to foundation building, and decided to return some favors to Chen Mou, who had brought him good luck.
Using the topic to make Wan Lin, who has been targeting Chen Mou, sit on the bench is to punish Wan Lin, who has been with him for several years, for his lack of discernment, and it cannot be regarded as repaying the favor.