Cheng Lin has never felt that Yu Fu was so pleasing to the eye.
The face of a middle-aged man, which was originally quite ugly, becomes more and more beautiful the more he looks at it. Even if his face is dark, it still looks so good when it is dark.
What will we lack most in 10,000 years? It will still be talents.
At this time, Cheng Lin somewhat understood why so many people said that with one skill, they would have enough food and clothing. No matter how the world changes, talents who have mastered unique skills are always rare.
So no matter how chaotic the world is, these high-level technical talents can always find a good future.
For example, Yu Fu not only made elixirs for the emperor, but also made weapons for Cheng Lin. This was a high-end talent.
Anyway, Cheng Lin was very envious.
Why did he perform the deduction? To put it bluntly, it was to project it after the deduction to enhance his own strength.
As of now, the projection is probably this island.
Then Cheng Lin will start preparing for the exploration after the projection is released.
These broken magic weapons currently seem to be the most valuable things on this island.
So he collected a lot along the way.
But the biggest problem is that these magic weapons are basically in terrible tatters, and the functions they can play are pitiful.
This greatly reduces the value of the magic weapons.
Meeting Yu Fu at this time, of course he was pleasantly surprised.
Cheng Lin even began to think about whether he should forcibly detain Yu Fu here and give him a magic weapon to repair. Anyway, the time for the task does not seem to be tight. Let's take it slowly and collect the magic tools for him to repair. The worst is to spend more time.
That's all.
But what Yu Fu did next made him change his mind.
"Since you are interested in this technique, I will give you this method of repairing and refining weapons as a way of apologizing for the previous unpleasantness."
After Yu Fu forced himself to repair more than a dozen magical weapons, he suddenly said seriously.
Cheng Lin looked at Yu Fulei's pale face and his sincere eyes, and said innocently: "Is this... okay?"
"sure!"
"How can this be so embarrassing..."
"You must accept it!"
Seeing how determined Yu Fu was, Cheng Lin reluctantly agreed.
Therefore, in the next few hours, Cheng Lin did not continue to explore, but took Yu Fu to learn the art of refining weapons.
He thought this thing would be difficult, but was surprised to find that it was not.
"If you are to make a magic weapon from scratch and use some materials to refine it, it will be really difficult. It will take several years to get started. If you want to make a small success, it will be impossible in less than ten years. But if you just repair the magic weapon
, then it’s not that difficult.”
Yu Fu said that he was a lot more confident in his profession.
He spit out a wisp of cold, deep black flames and said: "This is the repair technique I have mastered, but it has no name, it is just a skill. In the past few hundred years of the end of the Dharma era, the spiritual energy has declined, and the era of cultivation has disappeared.
, it is difficult for a top monk to appear in the world, and many things have been passed down, but the art of alchemy and weapon refining is the most complete."
"The weapon-refining method I have mastered is the unique method of the first weapon-refining sect in the era of cultivation hundreds of years ago. It is most suitable for repairing these centuries-old magic weapons. It only requires practicing a ray of darkness in the Dantian.
Just use the flames to burn the magic weapon."
Yu Fu said and began to teach Cheng Lin this technique.
Cheng Lin discovered that this weapon refining method was very similar to the research direction of psychic technology. This Youyan was basically a special man-made "superpower".
It was very easy for Cheng Lin, who was already familiar with constructing aura fields, to master it.
Within a few hours, I had developed my own Youyan.
"call……"
He lay cross-legged on the ground and exhaled deeply, mist sprayed out from his mouth and nose, and then burned into a wisp of black fire.
Burning silently in the air.
Cheng Lin curiously touched the temperatureless flame and said, "Is this all right?"
Yu Fu praised: "Your mastery speed is breathtaking. Yes, this is enough. The next step is to follow the method I told you, use it regularly and exercise. Gradually, this ghost fire will become bigger and bigger, and you will refine it."
The results are getting better and better.”
"Every time a magic weapon is burned, it will be repaired a little better. The effect is best at the level of the spiritual weapon, but the level of the treasure weapon is much worse. In short, this method of repairing and refining the weapon is also a long-term effort."
Cheng Lin nodded, quite satisfied.
Yu Fu was so generous, but now he was embarrassed to forcefully seize the other party's magic weapon for him.
"Anyway, the worst thing you can do is wait until the projection comes out, pick up some magical artifacts, and repair them yourself. This will save the repaired ones from being picked up by others, which will make it easier for others."
Cheng Lin thought leisurely in his mind, and a smile appeared on his face.
Yu Fu couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it.
The great swordsman couldn't help but look at him and cast a look: Why did you teach him this method for no reason?
Yu Fu looked like "you don't understand this" and replied with his eyes: I am very familiar with the look on his face after he saw me refining the magic weapon. I remember that the emperor had the same look on his face after he accidentally saw me refining the elixir.
Such an expression, and then...I lost my freedom, and I have been refining elixirs for His Majesty for several years...
Great Swordsman:......
So, this is a lesson learned?
After Yu Fu finished thinking about it, he added with his eyes: In addition, people are better than us now. If you want to go to the island to explore and obtain the Immortal Magic, you have to look at their faces. Now it's not a loss to sell some favors.
The great swordsman couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw it. He said to himself that it's no wonder you can become an official. I can only practice swordsmanship. This civil servant really has a lot of tricks in his heart...
"Why are you two winking?"
Cheng Lin put away Youyan, looked at the two men's flirting expressions, and couldn't help but ask.
Yu Fu said awkwardly: "No, no..."
"Since there's nothing wrong, let's get ready to enter the island. It's already getting very late, so we need to hurry up."
Cheng Lin stood up, dusted off his robe, looked at the brilliant cloud pillars stretched out towards the island and illuminated by the sun, and said.
…
…
A group of three people started exploring.
Of course, Yu Fu and the others still have a boatload of people, but most of them are ordinary soldiers and a few first-grade alchemists. Even if they come to form a group, it doesn't make much sense.
Simply, only the three of them formed a team and moved forward.
Oh, including the puppets, there are four people.
…
There was a big war that year, and the entire island was a battlefield. There were countless death monks, and magical weapons were scattered all over the island.
But the island is too big after all, and Cheng Lin is too lazy to search around. He still understands the principle of biting off more than he can chew.
The three of them walked forward along the road that Cheng Lin had opened before, and soon saw the dilapidated buildings again.
[You picked up a dilapidated mountain gate]
"The building over there should be the owner of this island. The place where the Wutong Immortal Gate is located is also the place where the battle is fiercest. Looking at the terrain, we can only take the main entrance."
Cheng Lin said.
Those buildings are piled up on this mountain peak. This mountain is extremely steep. There is only a long white stone step leading straight to the top of the mountain. There is no other way. It is like a ladder to heaven, and it looks like a wide white jade belt under the sunlight.
The stone steps are quite old and have been damaged by wind and rain, but they are still walkable.
Three people and one puppet climbed up the steps and headed towards the mountain gate.
There are shrubs growing on both sides of the stone steps, with a strong sense of wildness. The broken stone slabs and scattered weeds growing in the gaps between the stone steps are very beautiful.
[You picked up a broken sword]
[You picked up a broken sword*2]
[You picked up a broken sword*3]
As soon as Cheng Lin walked out of dozens of stairs, he picked up a pile of broken swords.
These swords all look relatively uniform in appearance, are basically mid-level spiritual weapons, and are seriously damaged.
"There's no value in repairing it," Yu Fu said.
Cheng Lin asked: "There are many swords here."
Yu Fu explained without surprise: "It is recorded in ancient books that all the monks of the Wuzong Immortal Sect use swords. Even when the founder of the sect, He Xianren, transcended the tribulation and ascended, he also used a sword to smash the ninth level of thunder tribulation.
It is said that on that day when he was able to enter the fairyland, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, the water was boiling like ink, and the world was filled with great terror."
Cheng Lin heard this and said calmly: "Fake."
"What?"
"I mean, the day He Xianren ascended was not so exaggerated at all. There wasn't even any thunder disaster. It was just that the clouds in the sky were thicker."
Cheng Lin said seriously.
After saying that, he ignored Yu Fu's startled eyes and continued to move forward.
Only Yu Fu and the great swordsman were left looking at each other. After a moment, their eyes on Cheng Lin's back became more cautious and awe-inspiring.
"His tone doesn't sound like he's lying."
"But how can he determine what the scene will be like when Immortal He ascends?"
"Could it be that he lied to us before? He is an ancient even more ancient than the ancients?"
Yu Fu and the great swordsman fell into deep self-doubt and a broken logical chain.
However, the only thing they were sure of was that they felt that this mysterious young man was becoming more and more unfathomable.
The level of the magical artifacts you pick up is also getting higher and higher. Basically, every time you walk a few hundred stone steps, you can encounter an intermediate or above-level treasure.
Of course, the swords picked up were the most, and they should have been left behind by the disciples of the Wu Tracen Immortal Sect after they died in battle.
The stone steps and both sides were covered with white bones.
Fighting spirits are intensive.
Cheng Lin, the Five-Core Puppet, the Great Sword Master, and Yu Fu all stopped talking and just dealt with the fighting spirits that blocked the road seriously. At first, it was relatively smooth, but gradually, it became more and more difficult.
When it got dark, they had only climbed less than one-tenth of the entire stone steps.
At night, the island was dark and it was difficult to move forward. After discussion, several people had no choice but to retreat.
Yu Fu and the great swordsman returned to the keel ship to eat and rest.
Cheng Lin stayed on the island and practiced weapon refining for a while.
He discovered an interesting thing, that is, although he could not practice in the deduction, he could practice Youyan here.
"But will the results of my current practice be retained after the deduction? Perhaps, when the deduction is over, this mouth of Youyan will still disappear and I will need to practice it again."
"But that's not a loss. It's just a superpower. It's always good to increase your proficiency."
Cheng Lin thought about it and practiced the weapon refining method for several hours.
Then I went back to the safe house to sleep.
At dawn the next day, get up, gather Yu Fu and the great swordsman, and continue climbing the ladder to heaven.
Cheng Lin thought they could climb to the top of the mountain quickly.
But they didn't expect that when they finally reached the top of the mountain, seven days had passed... m.