Weapon refining does not mean that any handful of sand can be refined into a magic weapon...
Maybe someone with a divine machine and a hundred refinements can do such a thing, but this path is obviously not suitable for other refiners who don't have a divine machine and a hundred refinements.
In order to get the finished product they want as much as possible, these weapon refiners will try their best to determine the material composition and form, and finally retain the characteristics they need. Through various means, what they finally get is a very high affinity for Qi.
of utensils.
The completion of the shaping of this vessel is only the preparation stage, and the subsequent sacrifice and refining is the real beginning.
It's still done by old people, Jiang Xin can only understand it but cannot explain it in words.
Using a garden that had been shaped into a vessel as the base, the Qi breath in the old man was once again cultivated, but unlike the previous one, this time the direction of the Qi had a clearer purpose, just like a drawing.
A certain formula is carried out step by step.
In Jiang Xin's eyes, the wisps of crystal clear Qi threads were like a flexible drill bit constantly traveling in the vessel, leaving behind lines like 'meridians' wherever they passed.
And in this groove-like pattern, a little bit of Qi slowly flows through it, and the qualities that were originally wandering around quietly gather and gather in it.
After reaching this step, the old man's movements stopped again: "Do you understand?"
"I understand." Jiang Xin nodded, and then after receiving the old man's approval, she grabbed the weapon she had made earlier in her hand, and her Qi breath spread, instantly piercing the garden.
Previously, the garden seemed to be as empty as air, and Jiang Xin was not obstructed at all except for distinguishing its characteristics. But now, as soon as Yuan Qi entered, there was an inexplicable resistance.
"Stop it."
The old man obviously saw Jiang Xin's current situation, and then stopped what he was doing: "This is the second level."
"Do you know why most of us weapon refiners feel that our own cultivation is not that good, and we all rely on the magic weapons in our hands?"
"It's very simple, mind!"
"Human energy is limited. As the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too. If you want to refine weapons, it's difficult to allocate energy to practice. If you want to practice, you can't take care of refining weapons. It's better to just concentrate."
"There are still a lot of people with mediocre talents in this world, and those who can have both are all rare geniuses. And it is these dedicated weapon refiners who make up the majority, so that creates the inherent impression that foreigners have on us weapon refiners.
."
"But does just shaping a weapon really consume a lot of energy? No, what really consumes energy is the problem you are facing now. From now on until the end of the weapon refining, your mind and energy will be spent all the time.
Consumption.”
"Everyone can use qi, but magic weapons can't be made with just enough qi. What you just saw is a metaphysical thing. If you want to leave traces on these things, you can't just have qi."
If that’s not enough, you need God.”
"And this is the method I will give you next - Yun Shen."
"With this method, the problem you just encountered can be solved, but remember one thing, the more you use it, the greater your mental consumption will be, so if it is not necessary, don't rush it and let the water flow slowly."
'Just use your time to waste it.'
Jiang Xin's mouth tilted slightly, and then she nodded with a serious face: "I understand, master."
The old man obviously saw Jiang Xin's true inner thoughts, but he obviously had no intention of correcting them.
Everyone who can learn to refine weapons is selected from the best of a kind. Everyone thinks that they are Mr. Tian's weapon, but in the end, including himself, they all succumbed to the blow of reality.
Water grinding technique was used.
Haste makes waste, but if geniuses who have never suffered a loss and are full of pride and pride will remember this sentence deeply in their minds.
The gang of boys in the Tang Sect were poisoned by their elders who kept beating the kinetic energy to concoct the poison. Among the weapon refiners, almost all the weapon refiners had tried Susu at some time, and then they didn't.
Da.
He won't be injured or die. A little loss will help his memory last a long time.
With this mentality, the old man calmly explained the key to Yun Shen to Jiang Xin from beginning to end, and then he made a cup of tea contentedly, ready to watch Jiang Xin perform on his own.
After casting Yunshen's method in his mind, Jiang Xin felt a sense of déjà vu, and then with a thought, he again remembered the methods he had learned in Fengmen Village.
After a little comparison, we found many similarities, including the refining and use of facial makeup, the birth of spiritual machine, and Yun Shen. Jiang Xinzuo had already come into contact with it in advance, but it was never called Yun Shen.
With Irfan San in mind, using his previous experience as a bridge to cross the river, it didn't take long for Jiang Xin to completely master the method of Yun Shen, and then he looked towards the garden again.
As soon as the Qi breath moved, wisps of Qi threads full of crystal luster pierced through again. The originally invulnerable weapon immediately became like a foam on fire, leaving traces of it without any resistance.
Then, a new problem appeared again. The "ditch" was formed, but it was still empty. The surrounding Qi and Tezo were motionless, showing no intention of moving and gathering.
Stopping what she was doing, Jiang Xin looked at the old man again: "Master, we have another problem..."
...
Inside the Tangzhong Grottoes, Jiang Xin was learning many techniques about weapon refining from the old man in a place where he could not distinguish between the sun and the moon. Outside, at the gate, the Tangmen Martial Arts School attracted a new group of guests.
"Zhang Chulan, why are you bringing such a large group of people to our Tangmen? Well, Longhu Mountain can no longer satisfy you. Are you going to come to our Tangmen for a moonwalk?"
Without the conflict of defeating Tang Wenlong in front of them, the Tang Sect disciples did not have a bad attitude towards Zhang Chulan and his party. On the contrary, they could even make fun of them. There were quite a few big mouths at the Luotian Dajiao. Zhang Chulan was famous for walking a bird under the moon.
By this time, the number had spread widely.
Compared with walking birds under the moonlight at Longhu Mountain, Luo Tian Dajiao's lack of B-face is obviously not as topical.
"Fuck, who the hell spread it to me! My whole life's reputation has been ruined!" Zhang Chulan cursed in his heart, and his teeth were itching with hatred. He didn't know why, but the nickname "Don't B-face" suddenly became more pleasant.
A lot.
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Chulan's expression became calm again, and then she showed a bright smile: "Can you please show me the way? I came to Tangmen specifically to visit."
"visit?"
Several Tang Sect disciples looked at each other for a moment, and then got out of the way: "Okay, come in with us."
"Hey? What about me?" Wang Zhenqiu on the side was dumbfounded and shouted to Zhang Chulan: "Zhang Chulan, we are friends! We are colleagues after all, and you just abandoned me like this?"
Hearing Wang Zhenqiu shout this, several Tangmen disciples paused for a moment and looked at Zhang Chulan with some confusion: "Your colleague?"
"Ah haha..." Zhang Chulan scratched his head and said, "I'm just an ordinary colleague in the company..."
"We're all the way, let's come together." Several people looked at each other, and then looked at Wang Zhenqiu: "Okay, you can come in too."
"Thank you, thank you so much." When Wang Zhenqiu heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he ran to Zhang Chulan and hugged him, smiling carefully: "Thanks to you this time, I can only come in because of your face.
superior."
"No need." Glancing at Wang Zhenqiu, who seemed to be familiar with everyone next to him, Zhang Chulan curled his lips slightly and pointed to the figures leading the way: "Thank those people if you want, thank them.
You put it in."
Later, Zhang Chulan kept thinking about what method he would use to prevent Wang Zhenqiu from affecting his plan this time, but the Tang Sect disciples who were leading the way also began to murmur.
"By the way, I heard that the number one in the Luotian Dajiao competition defeated Zhang Lingyu?"
"That should be the case. It is said that he was originally going to inherit the position of Heavenly Master, but later he was disturbed by Quanxing Attacking Mountain."
"Then his strength should be pretty good, right?"
"Probably..." One person hesitated: "Do you think so?"
"Yes." The person who spoke first nodded: "Let's discuss and learn from each other. According to the sect master and others, this is not too much, right?"
"Hey, you have a bright mind." The leader of the Tang Sect disciple's eyes lit up: "You hold them back first, and I'll go and chat with the fellow disciples in the sect."
"By the way, don't bring Yang Cheng in here. This guy is evil. If he continues to see us, all the tricks we have done will be ruined by his idiots."
"I know." The man gestured and left in a hurry.
Behind him, he noticed a figure leaving in a hurry, and Zhang Chulan subconsciously thought: "Guys, where is that big brother going?"
"He, he left some time ago." A Tang Sect disciple waved his hand: "We're just going to different places. It doesn't matter if there are a few or more of us. We just happen to have nothing to do. If something happened, we would have left early."
"That's it." Zhang Chulan nodded clearly, as if he completely believed in this prosperity, and walked back to the back with a smile: "Everyone, please prepare, you may have to take action later."
Everyone: "???"
Baby: "Oh, I know."
In front, they glanced at Zhang Chulan who had returned to the team, and several Tang Sect disciples withdrew their eyes: "This Zhang Chulan, couldn't he have guessed it?"
"So what if you guessed it?" The stranger snorted: "It's just a discussion, there won't be anything said in the door."
Several people walked around the school with Zhang Chulan and his group. It wasn't until they saw a special flash of light in the distance that their eyes shone into their eyes that a smile appeared on their faces, and then they turned to the group of people behind them.
Brought out of the building complex.
"Everyone, we can only take you here." He pointed at the mountain road marked by a red mark behind him, and the Tang Sect disciples grinned: "Just keep walking along this road and you will reach the back mountain. As for what you want to do
How we get there is out of our control."
'really!'
Looking at the undisguised good intentions on the faces of the people in front of him, and looking at the mountain road leading deep into the forest, Zhang Chulan sighed helplessly, and then warned: "Everyone, don't think about being with others.
When fighting, the most important thing is to get up the mountain quickly."
Everyone was silent as they mobilized the energy in their bodies. Only Bao Bao nodded calmly: "I know."
A tall Tang Sect disciple stretched out his hand, and it looked like it was covered in chilling dark green poisonous energy. His face was full of provocation: "Zhang Chulan, striker is the number."
"Okay, striker is the signal." Zhang Chulan walked forward with a calm face, and a golden light spread out from his hand and was about to hit the poisonous palm.
But the next moment, arcs flashed, thunder crackled, and blue lightning was introduced into Zhang Chulan's body. He instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed out along the mountain road.
Behind him was Feng Baobao, who was like a heavenly being. Then the rest of the people came to their senses and rushed out one after another.
From the beginning to the end, the poison in the hands of the Tang Sect disciples was not able to poison anyone: "Made, as expected, I only gave you the wrong name but not the wrong nickname. Zhang Chulan, you really don't have any shame at all!"
"Brothers, don't hold back! Just greet them!"
...
On the mountain road, the farce was still going on, but in the grotto, Jiang Xin, under the guidance of the old man, successively removed the difficulties that blocked her path. In comparison, the first level of shaping the vessel was the most daunting.
Jiang Xin felt a headache.
More and more problems were solved in Jiang Xin's hands. Even without any finished greenhouse, the old man could finally come to a conclusion that made him a little envious and excited - Jiang Xin was indeed an excellent material for learning to refine weapons.
At the beginning, the old man was still excited and happy about being a teacher, but as time went by, this excitement gradually disappeared and was replaced by more complex emotions.
Excitement, envy, frustration, sigh, a variety of emotions were entangled together, making the old man feel a little depressed and happy.
Even though he was depressed about why he didn't meet Jiang Xin earlier and accept him as his disciple, he was also glad that such a genius of weapon refining did not appear in his generation and caused psychological pressure to others.
Thoughts continued in his mind, but Jiang Xin's voice finally brought him back to reality. He reached out and touched the garden twice. The old man finally took a long breath and looked at Jiang Xin: "At this point, all that's left is just time.
Water mill work."
"If you encounter new problems in the future, you can come back to me at any time, but now, there is no obstacle in front of you."
"Originally, I should have kept you by my side until you could independently refine the first magic weapon. But seeing that your time is precious, I won't keep you here."
"I have already said hello to the door master. According to the seven days you agreed, there is still some time. Even if the time is up, you don't have to worry about being kicked out."
Putting away the garden view in her hands, Jiang Xin stood up and gave a solemn salute to the old man: "Thank you, master."
Chapter completed!