I saw that the person who came was none other than Xiao Yumu, who had been falsely accused and forced Sun Huo to leave the sect and go to an uninhabited land to practice hard for more than three years.
After seeing the handsome but hateful face clearly, Sun Huo clenched his fists unconsciously. But what surprised him was that the clothes that Uncle Xiao in front of him seemed to be wearing were different from before. On the edge of the cuffs, there is a circle of lace with a flame pattern sewn on it. In addition, even the ribbon tied around the waist is not only fiery red in color, but also embroidered with golden fire cloud patterns.
, looks particularly eye-catching.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Sun Huo quickly took two steps back to get out of the way, and stood aside with a calm expression, hands tied.
I originally thought that Uncle Xiao would stop and say something sarcastic and difficult after seeing her, but I didn't expect that she would turn a blind eye and pass by, directly entering the bungalow.
Seeing this, Sun Huo straightened his slightly bowed body, his face instantly became gloomy, and then he strode out of the Cangdian Building without any pause, driving the magic weapon to fly towards Tiangong Hall.
Xiao Yumu's behavior of ignoring his presence just now made the aggrieved feeling in his heart swell more and more, and he looked forward to the day when he would vent it out.
As soon as he entered the secret room where he lived, Sun Huo couldn't wait to take out the four jade slips that taught ancient proverbs, picked out a copy of the ancient proverbs used to refine the Falling Star Bow, and began to study them word for word.
He sat steadily on the jade bed, as motionless as a statue, with a calm expression on his face.
It was not until several hours later that Sun Huo put down the jade slip and let out a long breath.
Then he took out the weapon-refining book "The Divine Works of Creation" from the storage bag, turned to the last page, and carefully thought about the translation line by line.
This time, Sun Huo was no longer as calm and expressionless as before. Not long after he started, he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, looking surprised and happy.
But as his eyes continued to move downward, Sun Huo's surprise did not last forever. Instead, he began to frown.
After a long while, he put down the book in his hand and stood up with a huff. While pacing in the secret room, he moved his hands and feet, and a soft snapping sound came from his body.
Although he can't say he fully understood the translation just now, he at least understood the refining scripture to some extent.
What surprised Sun Huo at first was that the "Falling Star Bow" was of such a high grade that it was no longer just a magical weapon as he had previously expected, but a quasi-magical weapon.
The reason why it is said to be a quasi-magic weapon is that when it is used with all its strength, its power is no less than that of an ordinary magic weapon, and ordinary magic weapons cannot compete with it.
In addition, like a magic weapon, the Falling Star Bow cannot be taken into the body of a monk above the elixir-formation stage for cultivation and increase its power, nor can it be recognized by dripping blood.
What surprised him even more was that such a powerful quasi-magic weapon turned out to be a weapon specially designed for power cultivators. It required monks to open their bows and fire like mortals, but it was mainly based on the power of the physical body, supplemented by mana and spiritual thoughts, instead of
Simply reciting a few dharma tips can drive you.
Although it is not that convenient to use, compared with its unexpected power, it is not a problem.
What troubles Sun Huo is that the bow string of the Falling Star Bow is made from a material called iron essence, which is a material used by monks when refining magic weapons.
It's just that the material is precious and rare. What's really difficult is that it requires that the iron essence must be repeatedly forged for five rounds using the elastic steel method before it can be used in the Falling Star Bow.
Although Sun Huo didn't know what kind of forging method the spring steel method was, he was shocked by the description.
You must know that the basic property of iron essence is hardness, but here it is said that it can be made extremely tough and highly elastic through forging, so that it can be used as a bowstring. This is an incredible thing in itself. Among the weapon refining techniques that Sun Huo has been exposed to
, it seems that I have never heard of such a method of changing the properties of refining materials.
Unfortunately, this scripture does not describe how to operate the steel playing method, so it is impossible to create a bow string that meets the requirements. Without a bow string, it is even more impossible to refine the finished Falling Star Bow.
In addition, it also emphasizes that the weapon refiner must have at least the second level of "Qian Jun Jue" in order to have enough strength to effectively forge the iron essence, otherwise it will just be a waste of effort. p>
The same requirement also applies to the use of the Falling Star Bow. It can be said that it is impossible for ordinary monks to draw this bow even slightly.
After a while, Sun Huo stopped. Looking at the exaggerated title on the cover, he felt as if he was laughing at his own whims.
Xiao Yumu's face suddenly flashed through his mind, and an unknown anger instantly rushed to Sun Huo's forehead.
Sun Huo suddenly reached out and grabbed the book and threw it to the ground. Then he rushed out of the secret room like a gust of wind, picked up the gold-sharing hammer and started hammering like crazy.
A quarter of an hour later, Sun Huo returned to the secret room dripping with sweat, and his originally heated mind had calmed down through the vent just now.
While he was taking off his clothes, he saw at a glance that the books on the ground seemed to be torn and damaged. He quickly stepped forward to pick them up and put them on the stone table, and quickly checked them with distress.
After all, this is the "relic" entrusted to the old man surnamed Han. If it is destroyed by his impulse, he will inevitably feel a little more guilty in the future.
At this moment, the sweat from Sun Huo's head slid down his face, and a few large beads of sweat accidentally dropped on the pages of the book.
"Yeah!" Sun Huo exclaimed softly, quickly pushed the book forward, hurriedly took off his half-open gown, and wiped his head and body haphazardly.
As soon as the sweat on his body was wiped dry, Sun Huo casually threw the crumpled clothes at his feet, eagerly picked up the book and looked carefully at the newly wet pages.
I saw that the ink stains in several places had been soaked with sweat and spread, and the text and strokes in them seemed a bit blurry.
Sun Huo sighed softly, then put the book back on the table, stretched out his right hand and placed it flatly on about three inches above. After a little movement of the technique, a hot breath began to emanate from his palm, baking it. After a while, when Sun Huo removed his palm, the pages of the book had become as dry as ever.
Nodding slightly, Sun Huo gently opened the left page of the book, intending to see if the writing on the other side was seriously smudged, so that he could make repairs later.
When he looked intently at the content on the page, his pupils suddenly shrank and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
I saw that the text on it was intact, and there was no trace of water staining at all.
"What's going on?" Sun Huo frowned slightly and murmured to himself. The next moment he lifted up the other side of the page on the right without hesitation.
This time, Sun Huo saw that the writing on both sides of the page was rendered with ink.
Sun Huo's brows furrowed even more tightly, and it was obvious that the page on the left seemed to have another mystery.
After hesitating for a while, Sun Huo stretched out the index finger of his left hand, picked up a drop of sweat from his chest, and pressed it on another piece of text.
Seeing that the surface of the paper had absorbed sweat and become wrinkled, and the writing became blurry, Sun Huo quickly turned over the back.
"That's it." Sun Huo's twisted eyebrows relaxed, with an expression of sudden realization.