Longevity Begins with the Master of Weapon Refining

Gu Qing looked at the mountains thoughtfully.

This Zhao family ancestral home is their foundation. The Zhao Mansion in Qishan County is just a shell. There may be other variables in this trip.

Zhao Huaiyi is also very likely to be warning him not to lose his mind by relying on force.

Thinking about it this way.

Is there anything in the Zhao family ancestral home that can tempt warriors? Precious medicine? Or something else?

It is puzzled.

The crowd took a break and ate some dry food, then walked farther and farther on the difficult mountain road, gradually disappearing in the area where people often move.

At dusk, the setting sun rendered the sky dim, and through the dense forest, a group of buildings came into view.

The Zhao family's ancestral home is quite peculiar. It was built by hollowing out the mountain, and it cost a lot of manpower and material resources. It is not only highly concealed, but also has many medicinal fields in the valley.

There are hundreds of people active outside.

Including this group of strong men, the Zhao clan has at least five or six hundred people, which is not a small number.

The arrival of the crowd attracted everyone's attention.

Before coming, Zhao Huaiyi had sent out whistles to notify in advance, and now a group of people were standing at the foot of the exposed mountain to greet them.

"Brother Gu, let me introduce you."

"My wife."

"Mrs. Zhao."

Gu Qing bowed slightly. There were few relatives in the Zhao Mansion in the county, and he had never seen his wife. Now it seemed that Zhao Huaiyi was not at ease with the environment in the county.

If it weren't for business, he would not go out.

Mrs. Zhao was not young, her face was full of wrinkles, but she was also happy to see Zhao Huaiyi.

"This is my eldest brother, Zhao Huaide. The ancestral house is in charge of my eldest brother. He will send someone to arrange a residence and a smelting room for you later."

Gu Qing nodded slightly.

Zhao Huaide was much older than Zhao Huaiyi. He was already wrinkled, his hair was gray, and he looked a little hunched.

His hands were particularly thin, but he spoke in a tough manner.

Looking around, there were very few people with traces of martial arts training.

"Everyone, this is Master Gu. The weapons I brought back recently are all Master Gu's works, including the horse-headed sword. I will live here for the next period of time."

"You can inform the younger generation that if you want good weapons, you must have a good relationship with Master Gu."

"Hehe."

Gu Qing smiled awkwardly. This old man never forgets to take advantage of others. He still owes Zhao a magic-level sword.

"Okay, Baozi asked the tribesmen to put all the things into the warehouse and have a good rest."

"Follow me."

Zhao Huaiyi began to deal with the things he brought back. Gu Qing followed Zhao Huaide into the hollowed-out mountain. The lights were bright inside and the eternal lamp was always on.

The passage was about three people wide and nearly ten feet high.

Even if two people walked side by side, they would not feel crowded. The old man led him in with a crutches, saying words of praise.

"Master Gu is young, but his skills are extremely exquisite. I wonder who his master is?"

"Thank you for your praise, old man. Brother Huaiyi and I are brothers. I wonder if I can call you Uncle De."

"Of course."

After getting close to him, Gu Qing said modestly.

"My master is just an ordinary blacksmith. He did not inherit the mantle of his predecessors, but studied his own skills. He relies on this to make a living. He is far from being worthy of the title of master."

"It's different to talk to someone with ability."

Zhao Huaide sighed.

"The little brats in the mountains have learned some skills, and they are arrogant to the sky."

"Little do they know that the more capable people are, the more they know that there is no limit to learning and there are mountains beyond the mountains."

"Just stay in my clan for the time being. If you have any needs, just tell me and I will arrange it for you."

"Uncle De, you are polite."

The room where Gu Qing will live next is not big, with only a bed, a table, and a place to stand.

But the food is really good.

The Zhao family has been developing in the mountains for so many generations, and they are self-sufficient even without the outside world. One more person will not cause any burden.

After a night's rest.

The next day, a uniform sound of humming and humming can be heard.

The whole mountain has been renovated into seven or eight floors. A group of children in their 30s are standing and dancing in the central open space on the first floor. There are more than 30 people, and their faces are tender and immature.

Their movements are very skillful, and their eyes are particularly firm.

Gu Qing took the plate from the woman who delivered the meal and asked in confusion.

"What is this?"

"How is the Zhuangti boxing learned from Grandpa Huaide? These are all martial arts seedlings."

This was not the woman's answer, but Zhao Huaiyi who came to Gu Qing at some point.

He took a piece of hot meat pie from the plate and said while chewing.

"How does it taste? Can you get used to it?"

Gu Qing was confused, and always felt that there was something behind this.

"What do you mean."

After eating a meat pie in a few bites, Zhao Huaiyi sighed.

"Brother Gu asked me before, are there any young masters in the twelve states of Yan State? Do you remember this question?"

"Of course."

"The genius who was enrolled in Zhujian Mountain Villa in Fengming Mansion more than ten years ago was named Zhao, and he is my nephew."

Gu Qing was shocked, and didn't understand why he was told these things only when he came here, and what couldn't be said outside.

"Some things can only be touched at a certain level."

"Although my Zhao family is not a famous family, we knew about this relatively late, but fortunately, a genius was born, and we were lucky enough to squeeze into this level, and we also have some capital and background."

"Gu Qing, do you know the realm above the master? Do you know the true face of the warrior?"

Gu Qing was even more puzzled, but he also had some speculation.

"The four realms of martial arts, named by the Yan people as [Body Forging], [Blood Moving], [Internal Qi], and [Grandmaster], may have different names in other countries, but there is a name that points directly to the root that is recognized."

"Why?"

"The four steps of transformation are also called the nine-grade realm, which is divided into four levels: extreme, upper, middle, and lower."

"Ninth-grade lower level, nourishing strength and strengthening bones."

"Ninth-grade middle level, washing marrow and producing blood."

"Ninth-grade upper level, golden muscles and jade meridians."

"Ninth-grade extreme level, innate fetal breathing."

"After completing the four steps, the human body reaches perfection. One step further can transform internal qi into spiritual power, which is fundamentally different from humans and can prolong life by a hundred years. It is called [Immortal]"

Gu Qing seemed to have a thunderbolt in his mind, and finally figured out why the realm displayed on the panel was different from the naming method of the Yan country warriors.

"The magic weapon you forged is a treasure of the immortal family called a magic weapon by the immortals. Your talent in smelting is more powerful than you think."

The genius is actually me? !

"Brother Zhao, you tell me this, what do you want?"

"Yes, I want to lead you to the immortal path, but you are much older and your cultivation level is not good enough. It depends on whether your talent in smelting can be favored by the Sword Casting Villa."

Gu Qing smiled helplessly.

"If that's the case, why didn't Brother Zhao tell me earlier, but still haggled with me, calculating the cost of food and accommodation."

Zhao Huaiyi immediately blew his beard and glared, and said unhappily.

"Let's put it one thing at a time. Brothers should settle accounts clearly. You can't refuse this money."