Infinite true path

The next day, Duan Yun got up later than usual. He thought a lot about Huan Yin last night, and he couldn't let his disciple get depressed because of this matter. Even if you can't become an immortal, you still have to live a good life.

Duan Yun prepared a long speech and was ready to cheer up Huan Yin no matter how he reacted.

After Duan Yun cleaned himself up, he slowly walked to the kitchen. Yin'er must not have gotten up yet, no, maybe Yin'er hasn't slept a wink, he must still be holding himself in the room. Duan Yun wanted to make a sumptuous breakfast and then ask Huan Yin to get up and eat. During the meal, he would cheer him up and talk about the principles of life.

But when Duan Yun passed the dining room, he found that breakfast was already set on the table, and it was hot.

"Yin'er?" Duan Yun was startled and strode to the kitchen, but there was no sign of Huan Yin. He ran to the platform outside again and saw Huan Yin standing in front of the pillar, concentrating on the content on the light screen.

He thought he was dreaming, so he pinched himself and felt pain before confirming that what he saw before him was real. If anyone who is familiar with Duan Yun sees this scene, he will definitely find it very funny. Duan Yun has a stable and mature character and will not do such childish behavior.

Duan Yun felt that things were developing too fast and he couldn't react at all. He had made so many preparations, but before they had time to be put to use, Huan Yin could do it on his own?

He carefully approached Huan Yin, fearing that Huan Yin would just have a flashback and not dare to disturb him. Huan Yin was really studying seriously and didn't even notice the master approaching.

"Hello, Uncle Duan." Suddenly, a voice interrupted the strange atmosphere between the master and the disciple, although this atmosphere could only be experienced by Duan Yun himself.

Huan Yin heard the sound and looked around, only to see the master standing silently behind him, staring at him with strange eyes. Huan Yin was about to say something, but Duan Yun felt greatly embarrassed. He immediately moved his gaze to the place where the sound came from and shouted loudly: "Senior nephew Wen, you are here."

Huan Yin followed Duan Yun's gaze and saw a fat man wearing a golden Taoist robe standing there. He was similar in height and age to himself, and there seemed to be a gloomy look on his face. When Huan Yin looked at him, he also looked at Huan Yin.

Duan Yun introduced at the side: "Yin'er, this is the only grandson of Elder Wen Ge of Wuliang Sect. His name is Wen Yu. He likes the sword-making method of my sword pavilion very much, and occasionally comes to me for advice and learning."

"Hello, Senior Brother Wen." Huan Yin greeted Wen Yu politely.

Duan Yun said to Wen Yu again: "Master Wen's nephew, this is my new disciple Huan Yin."

"Hello, Junior Brother Huan." Wen Yu returned a salute to Huan Yin, and then looked at Duan Yun.

"Uncle Duan, I would like to borrow your furnace to modify my sword."

"Well, you can use it. I'll go down the mountain for a walk and come back in a while." With that, Duan Yun returned to the dining room to have breakfast and then went down the mountain.

This was the first time in the sect that Huan Yin met another disciple coming to the sword pavilion who was similar to himself in age. He was very happy and took the initiative to step forward and said to Wen Yu: "Senior Brother Wen, can you also forge swords?"

Wen Yu saw Huan Yin approaching her, moved to the side, and then whispered: "Yes."

Huan Yin asked again: "Senior brother, how far have you reached in your cultivation of immortality now?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu just looked at him this time without answering, and ran to the stove on the platform.

Huan Yin was a little embarrassed. Is it a taboo for people to ask about their cultivation? Seeing that Wen Yu didn't seem to be willing to approach him and was just minding his own business, he went to study on his own.

An hour later, Huan Yin got tired of watching and left the light beam to walk around. He saw Wen Yu still beside the stove, raising his hands in the shape of a spell, as if he was casting a spell on the stove. It's just that he can't see anything in his mortal body.

But this was the first time someone was forging a sword in front of Huan Yin. He was very curious and quietly leaned over.

Huan Yin stood silently behind Wen Yu, watching Wen Yu forge the sword intently. I don’t know if Wen Yu was too serious and didn’t notice Huan Yin or had no time to take care of it. This time Wen Yu didn’t react at all and just concentrated on casting spells and forging swords.

Huan Yin saw Wen Yu clenching the magic formula tightly, and the fire in the furnace was blazing. From the furnace's eye, a black sword was vaguely visible hanging in the furnace, getting smaller and smaller. About half an hour later, the black sword completely disappeared. Wen Yu activated his magic technique, and a stream of black liquid flew out of the furnace and was fixed in the air by Wen Yu.

It was the first time that Huan Yin saw the immortal magic so close. He was very excited, and his face was full of envy. Wen Yu ignored Huan Yin and just kept taking out various sword-making materials from a brocade bag on his body and adding them to the black liquid.

Huan Yin recognized materials very quickly, and he recognized the materials used by Wen Yu one by one. He watched Wen Yu add the materials while secretly analyzing them.

Wen Yu is recasting the black sword. The so-called recasting is actually a type of smelting, which means refining the original sword into liquid, then removing unnecessary impurities or adding new materials, and then re-condensing the liquid into a sword. Some people do this to make the sword more pure, while others do it to give the sword new properties.

After a while, something came into Huan Yin's field of vision - explosive iron sand. Huan Yin had seen something like this in the contents of the pillar. This product came from Jizhou in the north and was very rare and precious. This object belongs to fire. According to the analysis of the predecessors who recorded this object, if it can be cast into a sword, it can make the sword produce explosive properties and be extremely powerful. Moreover, after the sword explodes, if you use the fairy power to induce the broken sword, it should be able to reorganize itself intact, as if it had never exploded. It's just that the property of this object is too strong and it will explode when exposed to fire, so it cannot be cast into a sword.

Huan Yin saw Wen Yu introducing the explosive iron sand into the sword liquid. He was so anxious that he ran to Wen Yu and said anxiously to Wen Yu: "Brother Wen, the properties of the explosive iron sand are too strong. Do not put it into the furnace for refining. Otherwise the furnace will explode."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu just replied to him slowly: "Junior brother, I have a sense of discretion." Then Wen Yu continued what he was doing.

Huan Yin was stunned. Wen Yu had a strange temperament and seemed to dislike communicating with others. He thought that since Brother Wen was already an immortal, he might have his own unique insights. Besides, Wen Yu acted like he wouldn't let strangers in, so he couldn't say anything else. If the furnace really explodes, just change it to another one. Senior brother is an immortal, so he will naturally not be harmed.

So Huan Yin stood further away and continued to watch Wen Yu forge the sword. After a while, Wen Yu finally added all the ingredients into the sword liquid, and the initially black sword liquid turned into the current cyan color. With a move of his hand, the sword fluid flew back into the sword furnace with a whooshing sound. Wen Yu changed the method again and started to forge the sword.

Wen Yu was very focused on making the sword, and after a while, sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. I saw the flames in the sword furnace, and the sword liquid turning and moving in the fire, it was really magical.

After a while, Huan Yin felt that something was not right about the sword furnace. There were crackling sounds from time to time in the flames in the sword furnace, and the fire slowly turned from red to orange at first.

After a while, the sword furnace began to rattle and tremble, as if it could no longer contain the flames in the furnace. Looking at Wen Yu, not only was he sweating profusely, but his clothes were also soaked in large areas. The situation in the furnace was no longer under his control, but he was still persisting and refused to give up.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huan shouted loudly to Wen Yu: "Brother Wen, collect your spiritual power quickly, this furnace is going to explode!"

When Wen Yu heard Huan Yin calling him, he kept his hands in his hands and said with difficulty: "Master, junior brother, you go."

Seeing Wen Yu's appearance, Huan Yin obviously cast the spell halfway, but the situation changed and he couldn't stop the spell. He could only support himself, trying to suppress the flames in the furnace. It's just that Wen Yu was obviously trying to support it, and the flame was clearly beyond his control. And Wen Yu's spiritual power couldn't even control the stove. If the stove really exploded, how would he have the time to protect himself?

Seeing that Wen Yu was in critical condition, Huan Yin didn't think too much. He rushed forward and pushed Wen Yu away from the front of the sword furnace, while he fell down not far from the furnace.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the sword furnace exploded, flames spurted out, and the fragments of the furnace scattered violently, making the attic of the sword pavilion crackle.

After Wen Yu was pushed away by Huan Yin, he lost contact with the sword furnace and his spiritual power was withdrawn from his body. The next second, he heard the sound of the alchemy furnace exploding. He turned around and found that Huan Yin was still lying next to the alchemy furnace. Raging flames rushed out and rushed towards Huan Yin. Wen Yu was so anxious that she struggled to draw out the last bit of spiritual power in her body, lifted Huan Yin up from the ground, and threw him out. After Huan Yin was thrown away, he rolled a few times on the ground and then lay on the ground, motionless.

Finally, the shock caused by the explosion of the alchemy furnace slowly subsided. Wen Yu's whole body was exhausted and exhausted. If Huan Yin hadn't saved him just now, he might have died on the spot. He straightened up with difficulty and ran towards where Huan Yin was.

After Wen Yu came to Huan Yin, he pushed Huan Yin a few times. Seeing that Huan Yin was motionless, he was very anxious. He used all his strength to turn Huan Yin over. I saw Huan Yin's face was gray and black, stained with blood, his clothes were torn and charred, and there were still embers in some places. Wen Yu's heart tightened and she quickly reached out her hand to feel the pulse on Huan Yin's hand. When he felt that Huan Yin's pulse was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If Wen Yu's grandfather, Elder Wen Ge, saw his expression at this moment, he would be very surprised. Wen Yu has a withdrawn and gloomy personality. Apart from occasionally talking to herself and Duan Yun, she hardly communicates with others, let alone worrying about the safety of others.

Wen Yu sat on the ground, took out a spiritual stone from the brocade bag that had just brought out the sword-making materials, and held it in his hand to restore his spiritual power. After a while, he finally calmed down a little, quickly picked up Huan Yin on his back, and strode towards the Jiange Hall.

The second chapter is here. There will be a third chapter before dinner. Shiqian is making final corrections and revisions. Please wait patiently. I hope everyone will support Shiqian and let "The Legend of Huan Yin" thrive. Thank you!