Taoist master wants to ascend

In Chungang Peak, the smoke is filled and the sound of forging iron can be heard endlessly.

Inside the helm, there is a tea room. The helmsman, Lin Tingfeng, is sitting cross-legged, holding a cup of spiritual tea, with a cold expression:

"Forging a weapon is like refining an elixir. Sometimes it succeeds, but sometimes it fails. When you came here before, I said that the repair of the weapon may also cause it to fall down. You had no objection at the time. Now that you are here to make a noise, do you want to do it? Can I compensate you?"

"When I was repairing the weapon, I once said that if you are not completely sure, never do it easily. Have you forgotten it?"

Opposite him, Shan Hong, who was holding the 'Han Feng White Bone Sword', had a slightly dark complexion, and the anger in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

This sword was obtained by beheading the leader of the Evil God Cult in his early years. Later, he hired the master craftsman Wan Chuan at a great price to cast it. It is the best of the best and is expected to become a sword of divine weapons!

"This sword is still of the highest quality, with only minor flaws. Since you disliked my methods, why didn't you find a master craftsman to repair the sword for you?"

Lin Tingfeng's face darkened: "Even if the Taoist master is in front, I still say this!"

"call!"

Seeing Lin Tingfeng picking up the tea cup, Shan Hong was angry, but she didn't say anything anymore. She just glanced at him coldly and left with a puff of sleeves.

"snort!"

Lin Tingfeng put down the tea cup, his beard trembling on his face, and his mood was also very bad.

At this time, an old woman walked in outside the door. She was carrying hot tea: "Hey, head of the family, Shan Hong is the true heir of the sect. Why don't you even prepare a cup of hot tea? Are you not afraid of offending him?"

"If you offend, you offend, so what can you do?"

Lin Tingfeng's face turned even colder.

"You are not afraid, but Yun'er and the others are not afraid?"

The old woman stamped her feet, feeling really helpless.

Lin Tingfeng had a cold temper and had offended many people over the years. She remembered that the disciples of the sect master had visited many times before, but he had always stayed behind closed doors.

"I saw you rushing to find that Junior Brother Li before, and I thought you were enlightened. Who knew you were still..."

"What do you know?"

Lin Tingfeng's face turned red and he got angry: "When I asked Junior Brother Li for advice on the art of weaponry, why did I ever try to flatter him?!"

"well."

The old woman sighed, didn't want to talk anymore, took the tea and left.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door and a disciple came to report:

"Master, Uncle Li is here!"

"Whoa!"

Lin Tingfeng immediately stood up and hurried out the door, his attitude so enthusiastic that even Li Yuan was a little at a loss.

This old man, who was as rugged as a fierce general in the army, forced himself to look like this, which really made him feel a little at a loss.

"The art of weaponry is a secret that is not passed down in the Divine Weapon Valley. Senior Brother Lin, please don't embarrass me."

Li Yuan was helpless.

If it were for other things, he would be happy to have a good relationship with Lin Tingfeng, but weapon-making skills were definitely not within this category.

"How dare you pry into the secrets of his sect?"

Lin Tingfeng pulled Li Yuan into the house: "I just haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you a little bit."

Li Yuan couldn't resist, so he could only follow him into the house and greet the old woman, who brought tea over with a smile.

"How can I serve Junior Brother Li with this tea? Bring me 'Yuluo Xiang'!"

Lin Tingfeng scolded and led the somewhat astonished old woman to get the spirit tea and make the tea with her own hands.

Jade Luoxiang is a special product of Baishou Mountain, and he only gets one tael of it every year, so he won't take it out at all.

.....

Li Yuan has a headache.

This reckless old man acted simply and rudely. He said he didn't want to develop military skills, but in fact he showed an attitude of not giving up until he achieved his goal.

"Come, junior brother, have some tea."

With a smile on her face, Lin Tingfeng waited for Li Yuan to taste it, but he didn't know that the other party was already thinking about moving to a different place for blacksmithing.

"Good tea, good tea."

It was bitter in the mouth and bitter in the aftertaste. After one sip, Li Yuan felt that his tongue was numb, as if he had eaten eight hundred kilograms of coptis and his face was a little blue.

"Junior brother, as long as you like it."

Lin Tingfeng poured tea for him without saying anything, just watching eagerly.

"This tea..."

Li Yuan put the tea cup away without leaving a trace, thought for a moment, and decided to take out something. Of course, this was his own thought:

"Senior Brother Lin is also a master of weaponry. My younger brother is far behind. I have some crude opinions. Please correct me."

After pondering for a moment, Li Yuan asked first without answering:

"Senior brother, what do you think is the essence of making weapons?"

"Beat it, alloy it, quench it, polish it, and imbue it with spirit."

There are many steps in forging a soldier. Lin Tingfeng answered five of them without thinking. Li Yuan was noncommittal and asked:

"Of these five major steps, if four are removed in order of priority, which one do you think will remain?"

"Remove four?"

Lin Tingfeng frowned slightly and was not used to this kind of conversation, but still replied:

"Yun Ling."

"Yes, the essence of forging weapons lies in the spirit."

Li Yuan followed his words:

"The Art of Soul Condensation in Soldier Armor is a secret passed down from the master's sect, and it is not easy to spread it to others. However, some things can still be communicated with each other."

After saying that, without waiting for his reaction, he opened his mouth and said:

"The so-called Yun Ling can be roughly divided into four categories: blood channeling, Qi and blood channeling, breath channeling, and killing creatures."

Below the famous weapon, the weapon is sharp and balanced, but above the famous weapon, spirituality is the absolute core. Without spirit, you cannot become a magic weapon.

Lin Tingfeng was so fascinated by what he heard that he temporarily forgot to pour tea for Li Yuan.

The two talked for a while, mainly Li Yuan talking. After a while, he stood up and left. Of course, he could not teach the Bingjia Psychic Technique privately.

Lin Tingfeng was still thinking about it, but he could only send Li Yuan away. Of course, he did not forget to offer all the precious iron materials he needed.

"It's hard to make a magic weapon."

Returning to the forging platform, Li Yuan counted the iron materials he had searched for during this period. There was a lot of iron material, and the grade was sufficient, but it was still far behind the level of making the divine weapon.

"Not even close..."

Li Yuan sighed inwardly as he hammered the fine iron and prepared to create the second piece of the most famous instrument.

Divine weapons are priceless and not available on the market.

As we all know, the price of items that are only circulated among the wealthy is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Not to mention the complete magic weapon, even the heavenly materials and earthly treasures required for it are more expensive than the 'three hundred thousand taels of gold' left by Chu Xuankong. The gifts are just too much.

"We can only place our hope on that Mr. Nie."

Li Yuan's mind was wandering.

On the third day after the old Taoist returned to the mountain, Nie Ying came to invite him to a banquet. There was nothing interesting at the table. The only thing he remembered, except for the strange look in Nie Ying's eyes, was that he had sent out invitations and asked for the master craftsman to make the work. The matter of divine weapons.

He also wanted to try his hand, but the hope was slim. If he were in another position, he would not be able to use the materials he had collected so hard to give others to practice.

!

Before noon, Li Yuan put out the fire. He only worked for half a day these days. Apart from the repair and creation of top-quality famous instruments, he did not take on any other business.

At the main peak of Longmen, Li Yuan cooked rice and vegetables as usual, gave a portion to Lao Longtou, chatted with him, and then went back to his house to practice martial arts until late at night.

....

Buzz~

While half asleep and half awake, Li Yuan noticed familiar fluctuations, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the bronze tower pierced by a giant knife.

"It's our turn, right?"

Li Yuan cursed in his heart, but he didn't pay much attention to it. It was only three days since the day he first entered the 'Yunwu Mountain'. If the mountain master wanted to take a test, he would naturally give him time.

Woohoo~

The breeze blew by, and Li Yuan looked at the stone tablet, with the words flowing on it:

"This sword is not a sword, nor is it Qi, it is intention!"

"meaning?"

Li Yuan chewed the words on the stone tablet, thinking deeply in his heart.

Of course, he doesn't just practice martial arts. Every now and then, he goes to the Upside Down Mountain to have bloody battles with the ghost-faced man.

"How to pull it out?"

Li Yuan asked simply. Before making a request, he would probably ask the other party what he wanted to do.

If it's too difficult, he will run away.

In the past few days, he often chatted with Lao Longtou, secretly asking how to withdraw from other people's "god realm".

Of course, that way is not safe at all...

"After killing the intention of the sword, you can draw the sword."

"Farewell!"

After taking a look at the huge sword with no head visible, Li Yuan was very decisive.

"you?!"

On the bronze tower, the woman in white stamped her feet, a little helpless. This guy is not big, how can he be so cunning?

"What do you want?"

Stone tablets fell from the sky, blocking the way.

"The sword's intent is probably a thousand meters high. Even if this junior's little arms and legs are dead, I'm afraid it won't be able to move the slightest bit, right?"

Li Yuan spread his hands.

"The intention of a knife is not a knife, it varies from person to person."

"Can you be more straightforward?"

....

The stone tablet trembled, and the words above answered:

"If you are successful in opening up the meridians, the sword intention will only be transformed into the level of meridians. After crushing it, you can draw the sword."

Does it vary from person to person?

Li Yuan's heart moved, but he wasn't surprised. He had made some guesses before. After all, if it weren't for this, how could he be qualified to draw the sword for the grandmaster?

"I want the elixir, the more the merrier."

..."

Slick, greedy, and shameless.

On the bronze tower, the woman in white's eyelids trembled several times, but she still responded.

"etc."

Li Yuan interrupted: "I won't be hurt, right? This knife is a bit fierce."

More than a little fierce?

He could feel the chill even from far away, as if it was a chill that could freeze his soul.

"Won't."

The stone tablet rose from the ground and turned into a purple arc, spreading from Li Yuan's feet to the bronze tower gate.

"What if I get hurt?"

Li Daoye will not trust others easily.

"I'll pay you for the elixir!"

Buzz!

There was a burst of purple light, but before Li Yuan could react, he felt a huge force pushing from behind. In just one move, he could not help but throw himself into the bronze tower.

Wow~

Li Yuan heard the sound of water.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but saw waves of light in the tower. He couldn't see anything, and he was already submerged in it.

"Gan!"

In the room, Li Daoye stood up and felt as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives. His eyes were so painful that he almost jumped.

At the head of the bed, the little tiger cub gave him an anthropomorphic look, and she wondered if she had seen the wrong person.

The genius of the ages, can’t even catch a sword?

"Does it really vary from person to person?"

Li Yuan wiped his hands with cold sweat. It was really unbelievable. He didn't see anything, but he was killed instantly by one blow!

Although he was somewhat caught off guard, it also showed that the owner of the sword intention was incredibly strong.

"How high a level of martial arts is this?"

Li Yuan murmured in his heart, and after a while, he found that he was not injured. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and entered the bronze tower divine realm again.

"I want a hammer!"

This time, Li Yuan was fully prepared. He grasped the purple hammer, took a deep breath, and stepped into the tower again.

"I want to see how tall you are!"