Immortal Refiner

In the fourth year of Kaiyuan, in early autumn, more than 10,000 cavalry entered Xiaocuiling with great fanfare.

However, even with so many people, there was not much commotion when they entered this dangerous mountain range that stretched from east to west and connected several states.

To everyone's surprise, in the next half month, the more than 10,000 cavalry did not go south, but swept through the deep mountains and old forests.

Outsiders could not guess what the more than 10,000 cavalry were searching for, which was very strange.

As time went by, more and more food and grass were consumed, and the people in various places had long complained.

As a result, the states of the Wu Dynasty, which had just ended the war a few years ago, once again rose up with refugees who raised the banner of rebellion.

This newly established grassland dynasty became shaky for a while.

In order to ensure that the 50th birthday of the Holy Lord could proceed smoothly, all the tribes in the grassland sent cavalry to suppress the refugees who rebelled in various places.

At this critical moment, a guest came to Li Qing's blacksmith shop, which surprised him.

The visitor was a thin young man with a sharp face.

"Master Li!"

Hearing the voice, Li Qing, who was standing next to the forge, raised his head and looked at the figure in front of the blacksmith shop.

"Haha, I can't bear to call you Master Li now." Li Qing said jokingly.

The young man standing at the door had a young face, but his temples were gray, showing signs of premature aging.

This man was Qi Kang who practiced the Death Art!

"Master, you are joking. If it weren't for you, I would have died in the refugees outside Wangyuan City. Qi Kang will never forget such a great kindness!"

When he said this, Qi Kang's eyes were slightly red. He knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed to Li Qing respectfully.

Looking at the figure kneeling in front of him, Li Qing found it hard to reconcile the skinny, dark-faced refugee boy in his memory.

He sighed and said, "Get up. I did this to enter Wangyuan City."

"Now you are already a famous demon. I can't stand your kneeling."

Li Qing said while calcining a piece of black gold in the furnace.

After a long time, Qi Kang stood up and said, "Master, I promised Feng Weimen that we will fight into the palace together on the 50th birthday of the Saint King."

"Why, don't you always dislike the court of Fengguo?"

When the three major martial arts halls of Shengtian squeezed the people to collect protection fees, Qi Kang was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wished to eat those martial arts hall owners alive.

When he thought of this, Li Qing felt a little dumb and laughed.

"I don't like the Fengguo court, but it's obvious that the people live a harder life under the Wu Dynasty."

"If I can make the people live a better life, it's worth it to sacrifice my life."

"Anyway, I don't have many years left to live. Even if I die, it's enough. I've been famous in the world, killed villains, and will soon enter the palace to kill the emperor. How happy!"

As he said, Qi Kang grinned, and the strands of gray hair at his temples fluttered in the wind.

At this moment, the young man in Li Qing's memory finally overlapped with the devil in front of him.

The same concern for the country and the people, cynical, willing to sacrifice everything for the ideal in his heart.

A very great and noble person, Li Qing felt inferior to him,

"Well, it's good." Li Qing said calmly, turning the black gold in the furnace with tongs.

Qi Kang knew his master's temperament very well. He was calm and never surprised.

"Master, Brother Ning sent a message from the palace!"

"The mysterious immortal master behind Saint King Tuwahar is gone. Now he is sweeping Xiaocuiling. He should be looking for new immortal cultivators."

"Those mysterious talismans were exchanged with the mysterious immortal cultivator for those peerless magic weapons and various exotic minerals in the world."

These few words finally set off a big wave in Li Qing's heart.

He raised his head and asked, "Is there an immortal cultivator in Xiaocuiling?"

"Not sure, but very likely!" Qi Kang explained.

Li Qing narrowed his eyes and thought that it was no wonder that Saint King went to great lengths to pull more than 10,000 cavalry into Xiaocuiling. He didn't go south to fight, but wandered around in the deep mountains and old forests all day long. I don't know what he was doing.

It turned out to be looking for the so-called immortal world!

This is not surprising. Without the immortal cultivator behind him as a backer and the source of talismans, the throne will always be unstable, so he is in a hurry to send troops into the mountains.

"So that's it..." Li Qing murmured.

As he spoke, Qi Kang took out a very simple book from his body, on which were written the three words "Death Art".

"Master, this is the Death Art, the martial arts that the martial arts master Lin Yi once practiced."

"If you have a chance in the future, please help me send it back to the tomb in Xiaocuiling..."

Li Qing was stunned and took the ancient book. He didn't expect that this extremely evil martial arts would fall into his hands in this way.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Master, goodbye!"

After speaking, Qi Kang clasped his fists solemnly and left the blacksmith shop.

After Qi Kang left, Li Qing casually flipped through this evil martial arts secret book, but he didn't plan to practice it.

This thing consumes life to an exaggerated degree. Qi Kang, who has practiced this evil skill, will probably not live past the age of 30.

Li Qing now thinks that his martial arts are infinitely close to the level of a master of Huajin, and he does not need the help of this evil skill at all.

In the end, he just flipped through it a few times and put the martial arts book at the bottom of the box, intending to throw it back to the tomb later.

...

The birthday of the Saint King is getting closer and closer, and this grassland emperor actually plans to build a golden statue for himself and want to stand in the palace.

There is no doubt that this idea has been implemented again, which has increased the burden on the people of the world.

In the past few days, Li Qing has been struggling with what kind of weapon he can use with these few exotic ores?

From what Qi Kang said before, he has determined that these exotic ores should be what cultivators need to use, and they seem to be very precious.

In the forge, the fire has been burning for many days, but Li Qing's thoughts have always been chaotic. BiquPai.

This was the first time he felt conflicted about blacksmithing.

"Four nails of death, I feel it's enough, any more would be a waste..."

Just when he was conflicted, Qian Hong came again, still wearing a gorgeous red dress, charming and graceful.

In the blacksmith shop, neither of them spoke first, only the flames in the forge were making sounds.

After a long time, Li Qing took the lead and said, "Are we going to take action?"

"Yes." Qian Hong nodded gently.

"Has the Grandmaster of Jiulian Sect not been invited?"

"The old Grandmaster suffered a great loss of vitality in the battle in Liangzhou, and he is no longer able to fight."

Li Qing was silent for a while, then said leisurely, "Without the Grandmaster, why not wait a little longer?"

The next moment, Qian Hong said something that shocked Li Qing:

"The people of this world can't wait that long."

The people have suffered from horse thieves for a long time, and they can't wait any longer!

"I'll see you one last time. I'm leaving." Qian Hong said, and then turned around and left, as heroic as ever.

Listening to the footsteps that were getting farther and farther away, Li Qing closed his eyes slightly.

Many pictures emerged in his mind.

That was the appearance of the people of the world struggling to survive under the rule of the Wu Dynasty, the expression of the vendors selling osmanthus cakes who forced a smile in front of the grassland people, and the men who were forced to separate from their wives and children because of corvée.

The villagers of Woniugang were forced to leave their homes, and countless people died under the iron hoofs of the grassland bandits.

In the once prosperous and peaceful Shengtian, there are now many beggars on the streets, living a precarious life.

This world seems to have lost the sun.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

Li Qing slowly opened his eyes. He knew, he already knew what kind of weapon he should forge.

He wanted to forge a dagger, a dagger that could kill the king!

With this in mind, Li Qing stood up and took out the two pieces of black gold and the piece of meteorite from the forge.

Bang!

The Wushuang hammer smashed down angrily, and the whole blacksmith shop trembled three times, as if there was an earthquake.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by a series of dull knocking sounds, the three pieces of special metals that had been forged in the furnace for a long time began to evolve into the appearance that Li Qing expected.

Li Qing's power is very strong, so strong that it is rare in the world. There is no other blacksmith in the world who can compare with his power!

The powerful internal energy penetrated the Wushuang hammer and blasted into the three pieces of special metal.

In this way, after a night, this piece of snow-silver meteorite from outer space has been hammered into a suitable size.

Li Qing plans to use this meteorite as the blade of the dagger, and then use black gold to melt it into the handle.

Although there are not many materials, it is still enough to refine a dagger.

...

At the same time, the Wu Dynasty court also began to work on the golden statue of the Holy Lord.

The statue was planned to be smelted with pure gold, which was extremely luxurious and consumed a lot of resources.

Countless people finally couldn't suppress their anger, and the momentum of rebellion became stronger.

However, the cavalry of the grassland was still unstoppable and suppressed the chaos in various places.

As the birthday of the Holy Lord was getting closer, Shengtian had begun to decorate the house with lights and forcibly created a joyous atmosphere.

However, the civilians on the street did not see many smiles, and they did not feel any joy at the birthday banquet of the Holy Lord that was celebrated with the sky.

Finally, after a long night, a huge pure gold statue was sent to Shengtian's palace.

Today is the 50th birthday of the Holy Lord.

The entire palace was covered with red carpets, and the festive atmosphere filled every corner.

The excessive luxury in the palace was two extremes from the people living a hard life outside.

Ministers of the Wu Dynasty began to enter the palace and presented various precious gifts.

"Minister Gao Yudong of the Ministry of Revenue presents a 100-year-old ginseng to wish His Majesty a long life!"

"Chief of the Bantu tribe presents a rhino horn to wish His Majesty a long life!"

"..."

On the throne symbolizing the emperor, the Holy King Tuwahar, wearing a luxurious brocade dragon robe, had a bright smile on his face, looking at the golden statue in front of him that looked like him.

"Hahaha, my dear ministers, please stand up, no need to be polite!"

"We won't talk about state affairs today, just enjoy yourself!"

"..."

In the imperial city covered with red carpets, tables of delicacies were served, and jars of fine wine were brought to the table.

These were all dishes that were hard to see in the outside world. This birthday banquet could be called a pool of wine and a forest of meat.

And the Holy King Tuwahar, smiling, sat on the dragon throne, with one hand in his sleeve at all times, and only used the other hand to pick up dishes and drink.

This was a birthday banquet that was to be held from day to night. For such a royal banquet, I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent.

Finally, after three rounds of wine and five dishes, when it was close to dusk, a thunderous roar rang out.

"Dog Emperor, I'm here to take your head!"

Above the palace, a thin figure that had been dormant for a long time fell from the sky like a falcon.

The first to attack was Qi Kang!

Hearing such a roar, the Saint King's expression was not strange, as if he had expected it.

"Haha, I knew that you Maple Country martial artists would not be quiet. I have been waiting for you for a long time and I am ready to catch you all in one fell swoop today."

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen burly men with grassland faces rushed out of the hall and surrounded Qi Kang who fell from the sky.

Obviously, in the few years since he sat on the throne, Tuwahar has also raised a group of his own warriors!

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