Abyss Express

Foreword:

The world is endless, and the number of days is inescapable.

——Luo Guanzhong

[Part①·Misfortune has yin and yang]

Wu Xiuwen pretended to be a doctor. He took the Corpse Demon Soul-Resolving Sword from the Blood Jade Guanyin, wrapped it in a cloth, and said some polite words to several chiefs and priests of Black Wind Town. He did not hesitate to show his timidity. Dare to say more - rush back to the Buddhist carving master's shop immediately.

"The baby is here! The baby is here!" Wu Xiuwen shouted.

The Buddha carver was very happy and warned him again and again before leaving, fearing that Zhang Congfeng's mountain road would be difficult to walk.

"You want fairy honey? Is it enough?"

Jiang Xueming: "That's enough, that's enough."

Buddha carver: "Where is the dry food?"

Jiang Xueming: "That's enough."

The general manager of the Black Wind Ridge branch of the Eternal Alliance sent Zhang Congfeng to the mountain road in the north of the town. After saying goodbye, he turned back three times. Still uneasy, he told the fake doctor again.

"You've taken good care of me. If you neglect your noble lord, I'll take it from you!"

Wu Xiuwen nodded and bowed and said, "Don't worry! Don't worry!"

After finally seeing off the immortal, the group went to the mountain road and found a secluded place. Jiang Xueming asked the hero brothers to keep an eye on Xiangxiang and study the magic weapon with Wu Xiuwen in private.

The two found a large tree hole, secretly opened the cloth bag, and placed the sword blade in the tree hole. They looked around from time to time, fearing that the Buddhist carving master would follow.

After walking more than a mile on the mountain road, Xue Ming was convinced that there was no tail behind him.

Wu Xiuwen asked: "Master, what do you want this sword for?"

Jiang Xueming knocked on Wu Xiuwen's head and reminded him sternly.

"It's not what I want this sword for, but what the Buddhist carver can't use this sword for. If he loses one magic weapon, we will have one more life - haven't you noticed? Ever since we entered Black Wind Town, our lives are not our own. ”

"You can trick these six magic weapons into hiding, rob or steal them, and then your soul can return to your body."

Wu Xiuwen was ignorant at first and did not come back to his senses, but he had to be tough: "It seems to be the truth."

Jiang Xueming further explained: "How many people's souls have been taken away by the painted-skinned monster created by just this whirling peeling tree? The Zhao brothers are no match for it. They turned several strong men into beauties. Jianying and Can Jianxiong do this?"

"They say that fighting to the death can determine the outcome in just a split second. If they can't pass this level, if they can't kill the devil in their hearts, if they hesitate for just a moment, they won't be able to survive."

Wu Xiuwen thought about it carefully. If a gangster approached Wu Xiuwen wearing the skin of his adoptive father Wu Chengzhang, even if it was a life-and-death battle with real swords and guns, he would hesitate because of his adoptive father's skin and lose because of his upbringing. In the illusion of grace.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Guiren's ideological realm that surprised Xiuwen - it was not like a doctor or a monk at all.

"Master, are you from the military?"

This ability to identify the enemy and strong execution allowed Wu Xiuwen to guess Zhang Congfeng's identity - the master is by no means a doctor or warlock who talks about "goodness, kindness, kindness" all day long. He is a killer. A decisive soldier.

Jiang Xueming did not answer this question directly, he focused on this magic weapon.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the sword."

Wu Xiuwen was also very obedient. Since he was answered when he called "Master", in accordance with the etiquette of respecting teachers, he stopped asking questions and asked about the magic weapon instead.

"Now that we have the things, what are we going to do, master? Is it true, as you said, that you want to hold a ceremony for Empress Zhuzhu to expel evil spirits and wronged souls?"

"Where are the innocent souls?" Jiang Xueming saw the shape of the sword clearly and weighed the hilt to test the center of balance: "I made random nonsense and bet that the Buddha carver didn't know about it and made a mistake. A person who is obsessed with profit will never He will care about his subordinates, use all his energy to clean Buddha statues and polish his golden body, use his clever mind to flatter, and use it to please the Emmanuel Buddha - there is yin and yang in misfortune, and there are two sides to everything. You can see clearly if you look at them separately. "

Wu Xiuwen: "The corpses in Mujiazhuang have all been disposed of, but as time goes by, the Buddhist carving master will definitely find out. After all, eight farmers are missing. These people had families and houses in Heifeng Town, and suddenly disappeared from the world. How to cover this lie?"

"Then it's not perfect." Jiang Xueming was determined and calm: "He has to die before he realizes that something is wrong."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Xiuwen was shocked and horrified——

——I didn’t expect that the master I recognized would be so fierce and violent in dealing with these gods and monsters.

When Zhang Congfeng killed Immortal Yuzhen at first, Wu Xiuwen saw it clearly, and the whole process was as easy as slaughtering a chicken and a dog.

Today, when we have to deal with the authority of the sect that protects us with six treasures, we have to fight against more than a thousand families, and we have to fight for our lives against the devil who occupies the mountain as king, the master just said——

"——Lie him first, and by the time he reacts, he will be close to death."

Xiu Wen naturally does not have this kind of ability and courage. As a mortal, he can hardly imagine the thinking logic of gods. He has no concept of how gods fight.

"There are thirty-three spines, just like what the Buddhist carver said." Xueming saw the basic shape of the sword, from the spine to the blade, the wax line and the sword guard, the wooden nails and the handle material. It must be clear and thorough, "Inside this heavy sword, which is as wide as a palm, is the lifeblood of the Hundred-Eyed King."

Xiuwen asked: "Master, do you want to use this magic weapon to kill Baimu?"

Jiang Xueming: "No, I can't do that."

Wu Xiuwen asked eagerly: "Why?"

"I don't dare to use it." Jiang Xueming said truthfully: "If one day, I give you my personal magic weapon, would you dare to use it against me?"

Wu Xiuwen thought about it: "That's really not true."

Having said this, Xueming put away the sword and wrapped it into a cloth bag again. Climb all the way up the banyan tree.

When he climbed to the top of the tree, Wu Xiuwen searched for traces of his mentor under the tree, and saw a vague figure leaping between the tree crowns, and soon disappeared into the vast forest.

Half an hour later, Xiuwen was impatiently waiting, and he didn't know when Zhang Congfeng would come back - this master was mysterious and refused to say anything openly.

He was about to look for it when he saw a shadow falling between the trees.

When Jiang Xueming came back again, his body was covered with mud spots and there were scarlet sores on his face. He was cursed by a miasma poison. After the rain stopped, the poisonous miasma in the mountains became more and more intense. He tested the poison on his own body without swallowing the fairy honey. He wanted to test the concentration of the Vita Brand at the foothills of Black Wind Ridge, but the result was that it was not much worse than the spiritual disaster environment he encountered during his campaign.

Wu Xiuwen said repeatedly: "Master! Drink the medicine quickly! Drink the medicine quickly!"

Xueming didn't respond. He opened the gourd and took a sip. The rotten flesh from the side of his face to his neck slowly swelled, leaving some skin flakes and scars. After this was cured, he never drank more.

Without waiting for Wu Xiuwen to urge him, Jiang Xueming took out a large black package from his armpit. The package was his divine robe. When he opened the knot, he found some black sand and gravel inside.

Wu Xiuwen: "Master? What is this?"

Jiang Xueming remained silent and continued working.

He didn't like to explain anything, so he asked his brothers to continue waiting, and said some witty words to Miss Xiangxiang to comfort her.

He walked to the bush to select materials, removed the trunks of several big trees, and then called for fragrant dreams.

The steel cat got out of Xueming's body, and Wu Xiuwen was immediately frightened out of his mind.

He already had psychic vision, so he could naturally see this mighty and domineering tiger.

"God? God!"

"Hey! What a god!" Fenfang Huanmeng and Xueming said in disgust: "You have accepted another student? Is this kid reliable?"

Jiang Xueming packed the firewood and said, "Let's get to work!"

The two arms of the fragrant dream turned into a blower, drying firewood on a sunny rock platform, bundling the firewood together with twigs, and using it as fire fuel in batches.

Xueming threw the black sand in the cloth bag vigorously, and Fragrance Dream's head and arms connected to half of the torso made a weird clicking sound, and immediately turned into a big funnel, and gray-white muddy water dripped down from the cat's belly. Come on, this is considered cleaning.

The remaining black sand powder is iron sand ore that Xueming sucked from the river with a magnet.

Fragrant Huanmeng spread her legs again, and her eight sharp claws dug a dent in the sun. Every time the big cat exhaled and inhaled, it became a wind duct swallowing clouds and mist. The iron armor twisted and deformed, immediately creating a Take out a forge with a small anvil.

Belloberg's blade shone with a dark red light. It was stained with a handful of dead leaves and sent into the furnace. The furnace glowed with fire and gradually reached a temperature of nearly a thousand degrees.

[Part②·There are male and female swords]

Jiang Xueming used local materials and carefully carved out the mold of the Soul-Releasing Sword from a handful of red clay in Heifengling. The clay sand was not dense enough, so he tamped it down and hammered it again and again. His skills in making tools and iron were perfected. The sound of the fist hitting the clay mold was astonishing, and Wu Xiuwen's heart was beating at this frequency.

Finally, pour the iron sand into the embryo mold, compact the lid, and wait for the iron sand to melt. In a total of about forty minutes, a sword embryo was cast.

"Master, you want to make a fake sword?" Wu Xiuwen finally saw something and asked in surprise: "How can you fake the real thing?"

"Don't worry." Jiang Xueming snapped his fingers, and Fragrant Fantasy changed from the form of the casting platform back to its original form.

He and Hunwei took a closer look at the fake and discussed their experience in making the weapon.

"SD, look at this iron embryo. It shrinks a bit badly due to heat."

The big steel cat responded: "It's not bad, the carbon content is not high, you must heat shrink it after pouring it."

Jiang Xueming: "I left a margin of material for heat shrinkage when making the model - if I refine and correct it, there will always be defects in the grinding and cutting."

Steel Cat; "Shall I try spraying some sand first?"

Jiang Xueming: "Okay. I'll find some river sand, you can make it into glass, put it in the crusher and beat it into glass beads before spraying it."

"How many goals do you want?" Fenxiang Huanmeng asked.

Jiang Xueming: "After a rough spray of 120 mesh, I repaired the molding line, cold-forged the edges of the hilt, and then sprayed it with 500 mesh of fine spray."

Wu Xiuwen was confused as he listened. The Master's incarnation actually took the initiative to speak? Did you even talk to Master about your experience in refining weapons?

I saw the fragrant dream transformed into a furnace again, making consumable raw materials for industrial steelmaking. There is an air outlet and an air inlet between the iron helmet and breastplate, and a stream of crystal clear sand spit out from his pouted mouth.

The sword embryo was sandblasted and polished, and the original casting pits became smoother. Then Zhang Congfeng beat it with stones of different hardness, gradually cutting off the excess corners, and it gradually turned into a zombie demon soul-removing soul. The shape of a sword.

"Almost." Xueming weighed the sword stem to feel the balance of the entire sword. Instructing Fenxiang Huanmeng to continue sandblasting and polishing, this generous heavy sword gave off a little greasy brilliance.

In the end, Xueming used Belloberg to carve the lines, then pulled Wu Xiuwen over, cut his arm open and put more than 200 ml of blood as dye.

The hot blade left a series of carvings on the counterfeit sword body, imitating the spine texture of the real sword as a relief, and then roasted the red blood until it turned brown and black like the original sword.

Finally, the waste of the god's robe was used to make the original waxed thick cotton rope. A hole was drilled into the stem of the sword, two nails were hammered in, and the wood of the banyan tree was dried and blackened to make the sword head.

You're done.

Jiang Xueming took out the original product and handed it to Xiuwen together with the fake product.

"Xiuwen, come and weigh these two swords."

Wu Xiuwen held two swords. His body was weak and naturally he could not lift the heavy sword. He suddenly tilted his body and stood up with the sword in a panic. He lost confidence in his heart——

——In the blink of an eye, he couldn't recognize the weapon in his hand.

"Ah? Hey! Hey! Master! Which one is real?"

Xueming took the real sword from Wu Xiuwen and said, "This is real."

Wu Xiuwen asked curiously: "How to tell the difference?"

"Only I know what I make." Jiang Xueming rarely showed an ambiguous and sly smile: "You don't have this skill, neither does the King of Hundred Eyes, nor does the Buddha Sculptor."

This is a modern process standard and an iron-making process that is several generations ahead of its time.

If we put aside the psychic qualities and just talk about the material strength of the steel itself, this fake is much stronger than the original, because in the process of removing impurities and purifying, the Buddha carver and Judas do not have the soul power as sophisticated as Fragrant Fantasy.

This Corpse Demon Soul-Breaking Sword is not even as good as an iron bar made from an industrial assembly line. Its sword body has many forging marks, the stress inside the material is all kinds of weird, and the structural distribution of ferrite is far less uniform than a pot of molten iron in a steelmaking factory.

It is too easy for Jiang Xueming to replicate its appearance. Cold weapons In the face of modern industry, all ancient forging techniques must be eliminated - otherwise, how come the uniform armor steel used in tanks is not made by "swordsmith masters" using ancient methods?

"Wonderful!" Seeing Wu Xiuwen's ability to create weapons out of thin air, the rat-faced doctor's dummy balled up in laughter, and his facial features were distorted: "Can you make a fake one out of this treasure tree?"

"It can't be made." Xue Ming said truthfully: "I don't even know where this weird thing with a wood textured glass base came from."

Steel is easy to say, but the material of the whirling bark tree feels and looks like glass. Among the crystal clear blood-red branches, there are many white buds that look like neural networks.

It cannot be broken or knocked into pieces, and it can be turned into a flexible rubber whip, which can immediately pierce into the flesh when hit on a person - it is impossible for Xueming to create such an imitation in a short period of time. , the materials can’t be found.

It would be too difficult for the big steel cat to let Fangfang Huanmeng do the delicate work of blowing glass, and also make sandwich glass, which is exactly the same as this treasure tree that changes texture and shape from time to time.

"I made this fake sword to preserve the real sword. If the demon takes the female sword, it will no longer work when it sees the male sword - but why do you want me to make a fake tree? Do you want to keep the real tree?" "Xue Ming asked about this.

Wu Xiuwen responded with a guilty conscience: "It has magical changes. I just thought."

"It's not your thing, Xiuwen." Jiang Xueming immediately corrected him: "If you like a treasure, you shouldn't look for it outside. The real treasure is in your heart."

Even though he said that, Wu Xiuwen was still a little unconvinced——

——He understands the master's teachings. In Xiuwen's eyes, this fragrant dream of an armored tiger is what the master calls a "treasure in the heart". It is like a furnace in an alchemy room that can exhale the dense immortal air and blow the three flavors of true fire. helper.

But isn’t Master making fakes just to keep the real thing secret? If you want to engage in crooked ways, the master is much more powerful - Xiuwen thought to himself.

After packing up the treasures, the group set out again. Wu Xiuwen saw the magic of the gods and did not mention the matter of the Posuo barking tree again.

The mountain road in Heifeng Ridge is rugged, and then you follow the winding path across the river and across the stream to a wild temple. I saw a temple guard coming to greet me. When walking from day to night, the sun had just set, and Xueming saw the wild temple archway.

A welcome message is written on the plaque on the pavilion, indicating the identity of the owner.

The letter said:

"Dan Chen, Huo Wu, Shui Dexingjun, Hongfu reaches the sky."

"Jade True Gold, Xumu De Xingjun, has immeasurable magical powers."

There are horizontal batches.

"Square land."

Wu Xiuwen whispered to Jiang Xueming.

"Master, this Sifang Earth Temple is the outpost of Heifeng Ridge. The disciples of King Baimu and Fairy Zhuzhu are stationed here, including Yuzhenzi, Danchenzi, Taoist Huowu, Taoist Jinxu, Lord Shui Dexing and Mu Dexing. Jun. The rat-faced doctor is one of them, with the Taoist name Jinxu. He is a liaison between the world of humans and demons, and serves as a messenger and agent for the Hundred-Eyed Demon King and the Buddha Sculpture Master. He has the intention of attracting wealth and treasures."

There was a strong demon with a tiger face, black robes and brown hair standing in front of the wild temple to welcome guests.

It has a graceful demeanor and a majestic appearance. It has two hands, as if it wants to hug the guests, and it is very enthusiastic.

"I am a disciple of the Hundred Eyes King - Daoist Dan Chenzi. Who is Zhang Guiren?"