Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 396 The untold secret of the soldier-making lineage

"It's hard to be the boss!"

Long Yingchan let out a long sigh, making sure that the old boy eavesdropping outside the door could hear clearly.

"After all, after more than forty years of hard work, junior brother, you are still a little greener..."

Long Yingchan raised his long eyebrows, stretched out his hand, took out a wine gourd, and drank a few sips, his old face glowing red.

The strong wine enters the throat, and the whole body feels relaxed.

"Young man, why should you be more cautious?"

Holding his long eyebrows, Long Yingchan was in a good mood.

He always puts safety first in his actions, and always emphasizes killing first and planning first. Unfortunately, none of his disciples have a definite character. They are all brave and ruthless men who are always looking for fights.

"This kid is very good."

He is extremely talented and possesses the mystical weapons of destiny, but he can still endure loneliness. He is cautious and cautious, and does not engage in unnecessary fights with others...

"Junior brother, I am not planning on you, but the next generation must have such a reliable one."

Long Yingchan thought to himself that he was really afraid that this boy would grow crooked.

That was all before. Long Xixiang was seriously injured and had little guidance. He could correct it with private training. But now that this old boy breaks Tiangang, he has to plan something.

"Well...I have to prepare an initiation gift."

After taking a few sips of wine and placing the gourd on the ground, Long Yingchan thought about it for a moment and it turned into a wisp of cloud and disappeared into the Dragon Tiger Tower.

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At the junction of Henglong Road and Yanshan Road, there is a valley filled with miasma.

Bang~

A cave collapsed.

A tall figure wearing a red cassock sat cross-legged. The collapsed boulder was shattered into pieces before he could get close to him.

"Unity!"

As the smoke and dust dispersed, She Long's face was full of shock, anger and shock:

"Long Xixiang actually broke through the Tiangang Realm?!"

How is it possible? !

Large pieces of dust were torn apart by invisible force and blown out of the cave. She Long's chest heaved and his eyes were full of disbelief:

"He actually pulled out Wan Zhuliu's sword intention, broke it and then established it, and advanced to the unity state?!"

Click!

During the surge of force, the cave collapsed.

She Long seemed unaware and allowed the dust from the boulders to drown him. After a while, he pushed the boulder in front of him away and walked into the empty valley.

"Who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intent? The old ghost in Zhaixing Tower is not dead yet?"

She Long was shocked in his heart and felt a chill: "Could it be that the old ghost left seclusion and went to Longhu Temple to find Master Qin?!"

"Unity..."

She Long's face twitched, and he felt an unknown fire stirring in his heart.

"The Dragon Xixiang broke the Tiangang. Isn't that Fayin boy and Xuejingang already dead?"

After a while, She Long finally calmed down. He suspected that the incarnations of the two old ghosts might also have died in Longhu Temple, but they did not inform him.

"The realm of unity..."

The night wind was howling and the moon was shining brightly. She Long walked subconsciously in the valley, recalling what he had just seen. His mood that had just calmed down began to fluctuate violently again.

Breaking the Tiangang, uniting the heart with the spirit, the spirit is me, and I am the spirit. This is the pinnacle of martial arts, the realm he has been pursuing all his life.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to betray Longhu Temple and pursue the method of worshiping gods.

Nearly seventy years have passed, and he still has not made any progress. On the contrary, the three juniors he mentored back then, except for Nie Xianshan, have all broken through Tiangang and become one with God.

"Unwilling!"

She Long closed his eyes, his eyelids still twitching, and he felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart.

"Perhaps I cherish my life too much?"

Muttering in his heart, She Long was a little shaken. He had reached this point seventy years ago, but he still dared not try to break Tiangang.

"If you don't destroy or establish, maybe... it's not right. Long Xi Xiang's life is not long, so we have to fight... be more prudent, if it doesn't work..."

In the night wind, She Long stood for a full night. After the sky became bright, he opened his eyes and his face looked a little gray.

Buzz~

He took out a red token from his arms, and there was light shining on it at this moment.

"Yan Tianxiong..."

This was another junior that annoyed him. She Long frowned, but still released the Flame Dragon Qi covering the token.

"Dragon King, are you in trouble?"

She Long was silent for a moment and then said: "Failed."

"Long Yingchan?"

"Dragon Xixiang!"

She Long did not hide anything: "Long Xixiang has uprooted Wan Zhuliu's sword intention, broken the Tiangang, and achieved unity."

"Um?!"

A surprised voice came from the other side of the token:

"Is there anyone in this world who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intention? Is the old ghost in Zhaixing Tower not dead? No, back then the nine Dharma Masters jointly launched the 'God Killing Ceremony', so he couldn't be alive!"

She Long said expressionlessly: "I can't get it wrong."

"If that old ghost is still alive..."

A whisper came from the other side of the token, as if he was wondering: "Or is there some unparalleled genius from Longhu Temple?"

"impossible!"

She Long shook his head decisively. Over the years, he had always paid attention to Longhu Temple. If a disciple with such talent really appeared, he would not fail to notice it.

"Long Xinglie is still a Taoist, number one on the dragon list."

"It may not be hidden."

The person on the other end of the token came back to his senses: "But it's hard to say whether that old ghost is really alive..."

"It's possible."

She Long calmed down:

"Wan Zhuliu must have known about this for a long time. He hasn't revealed anything for a long time. Maybe he also suspected that it was the old ghost..."

"We still need to test it out."

On the other side of the token, Yan Tianxiong frowned slightly: "Dragon King..."

Pa~

Light and shadow disintegrate.

In a deserted mountain temple, Yan Tianxiong was not surprised when he saw the token that had lost its color:

"The old guy is still so cautious."

"Martial arts are all about fighting. This old guy is too cowardly and has no hope of breaking the Tiangang in this life. It's ridiculous. The three juniors he personally directed back then turned out to be immortals on two continents!"

Beside the bonfire, the woman in red who was baking bear paws finally recovered from her surprise:

"Thinking about it this way, I want to worship him and ask for advice."

"I want it too."

The sound of the urn was heard, and the white-faced monk, who had shrunk to eight feet in height, walked into the ruined temple:

"Leader, do you want to take a detour?"

"...Wait a minute."

Yan Tianxiong pinched the goatee on his chin:

"In this world, if we push forward a few hundred years, the only one who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intention is that old ghost. Is he really not dead?"

"If the leader is afraid, why not give it a try?"

The white-faced monk said in a deep voice: "The Nine Dharma Masters have paid such a heavy price. Even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured and unable to recover. How can you be afraid of him?"

Yan Tianxiong's eyes moved: "Then, King Xiang, you..."

"...The leader wants me to die, so I will die."

"..."

Yan Tianxiong shifted his gaze and looked at the woman in red: "The Eagle King's light kung fu is unparalleled in the world, and even the great master cannot catch up..."

"Is the leader willing to let me go?"

The woman in red was about to cry, her attitude was obvious.

Just kidding, who is that old guy and how dare she provoke him?

"Then who's going?"

Yan Tianxiong didn't care about the reactions of his subordinates. Among the masters from other sects who joined the Evil God Sect, including himself, who was not afraid of death?

"Why don't you report it to the Dharma Masters?"

The woman in red answered tentatively.

"Yes, please report to all the Dharma Masters!"

The white-faced monk immediately agreed.

"Um……"

Yan Tianxiong pondered for a moment:

"In this case, let us first inform the 'Dharma Master Qianyin' that he has a deep hatred with the old ghost at Zhaixing Tower. If he knows about this, he will definitely send someone there..."

With the decision made, Yan Tianxiong immediately gave the order. After the two of them left, he thought for a while, took out a token from his arms, induced vomiting with his true energy, and concentrated on the message:

"Brother Wan..."

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On Chungang Peak, fireworks are lingering and the sound of iron striking comes and goes.

"By classifying ore identification, blacksmithing, quenching, polishing, etc., the efficiency of forging weapons can be greatly improved. However, it is difficult to produce a master forging weapons in this way."

Walking out of the armory, Lei Jingchuan commented in a voice transmission.

"Longhu Temple is famous all over the world for its elixirs. Naturally, it is inferior in making weapons. When it comes to making weapons, Samadhi Cave, the imperial court is the strongest in the world."

On the cliff, Jing Shuhu is sitting cross-legged, as if he is transporting his true energy.

It was already more than half a month after they arrived at Longhu Temple. With the Grand Master taking action to smooth out the disordered Qi veins, and Li Yuan carefully recuperating them, most of their injuries had recovered.

"Having said that, with the power of Longhu Temple, as long as you open your mouth, there may not be a master craftsman who will come to your aid."

Looking at the fireworks floating in the sky, Lei Jingchuan felt a pity. The many iron materials on Chun Gang Peak made him a little jealous.

Even if the Divine Weapon Valley is famous for casting weapons, in terms of iron reserves, it is far from comparable to Longhu Temple.

"Alchemy is the huge profit. Longhu Temple may not value the profit from casting weapons. After all, it is hard to find a master craftsman. Even in the imperial court and Samadhi Cave, how many master craftsmen are there?"

Jing Shuhu slowly adjusted his breath, opened his mouth and spat out, leaving a long trace in the air:

"This is good for us."

"Too."

Lei Jingchuan wasn't too entangled, he just felt a little sorry for those rare iron materials.

"I heard that the Valley Master made some big deals during his visit this time?"

"Um."

Jing Shuhu said with some emotion: "Little Li is too proud. The orders that the Valley Master has taken this time are enough for us to work day and night for more than ten years!"

In the past few months, Gong Yangyu and Fengzhong have been very busy. They have attended countless banquets and negotiated a large number of orders for casting soldiers.

Not only Longhu Temple, but also the four major state sects and other sects in Hengshan Road, and even many sects outside Hengshan Mountain, have started doing business with Shenbing Valley.

"The ancestor protects you."

Lei Jingchuan was quite sad, and couldn't help but mock a few words: "If I hadn't had a keen eye for pearls, you wouldn't have even wanted to teach him the art of weaponry..."

"Shut up!"

Jing Shuhu's face darkened.

"hey-hey."

Lei Jingchuan was in a good mood. The only thing in his life that could surpass Jing Shuhu was his vision.

"Little Li is only one step away from becoming a true divine craftsman by creating a magical weapon with his own hands. Counting the time, it's almost over, right?"

"……Um."

Jing Shuhu felt a little complicated. When he taught Li Yuan the art of military craftsmanship, he also thought that this boy would one day become a master craftsman, but he did not expect that this day would come so quickly.

Looking back on his progress over the past few years, he felt incredible.

When he entered the mountain gate, he only tempered his body. In just a few years, he refined his internal organs and mastered the art of weaponry to this point...

Lei Jingchuan didn't have that explanation. He was in a good mood: "By the way, Wanchuan hosted a banquet for you yesterday. Why? That old boy has never entertained you before."

"Well, Wan Chuan wants to return some of the treasures we lost to him before. He gave me the 'Red Flame Fire Beads' yesterday."

Jing Shuhu’s expression changed:

"I refused."

"Um?"

The surprise on Lei Jingchuan's face suddenly froze: "You refuse?"

"The 'Red Flame Fire-Repelling Bead' and other treasures were won by Wanchuan's lineage with the weapon-casting technique. They are only given to Li to save face."

Jing Shuhu knew why Wanchuan was like this, but he naturally would not accept it:

"The Dragon Sect Master cured my old injury. As long as the injury is well, I will take back the treasures of the ancestors from the Seven Stars Palace in the same way!"

"Are you sure you can forge a magic weapon?"

Lei Jingchuan frowned slightly.

"Some."

Jing Shuhu stood up and saw four suns in the sky:

"Let's go and find Li to eat."

Lei Jingchuan glanced at him and felt a little anxious. If this tiger becomes a master craftsman, won't he return the show-off he has done these days?

...

Picking vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, starting a fire, adding oil, and adding meat.

In the courtyard, Li Yuan was cooking swiftly. Since Lei Jingchuan and the others came, he had not eaten fried rice every day.

Before noon, he had already cooked three dishes and a soup, plus a few cooked angry eggs and a pot of Baicao wine, which was already quite rich.

At this time, the two old men also came back from their walk.

"How is the magic weapon being made?"

As soon as they sat down, Lei Jingchuan asked, and he was very concerned about this.

"It's only been these two days."

Li Yuan poured wine for the two of them. When he mentioned this matter, he seemed to be understating it. With his current weapon forging attainments, he was still 70% to 80% sure.

"Good!"

Lei Jingchuan raised his glass: "Master, bless me, after more than 700 years, my God Weapon Valley has another master craftsman!"

"Come on, drink!"

Old Lei was very excited, and pulled the two to clink glasses, and Jing Shuhu was also pulled by him to drink a large jar.

"Master craftsman."

Jing Shuhu was a little drunk and discussed the art of weapon casting with Li Yuan. He had already mastered the art of weapon casting many years ago. If he hadn't been injured, he would have tried to forge a magic weapon long ago.

These days, he would drag Lei Jingchuan along whenever he had time to discuss the art of weapon casting with Li Yuan.

Li Yuan naturally had no reservations about this.

The master teaches the disciple, and the disciple gives back to the master. This is the normal inheritance and improvement of skills.

"Speak slowly..."

When the two talked, Lei Jingchuan listened and asked from time to time. He had not yet mastered the art of weapon casting, and was not as good as the two in terms of attainments.

The three chatted and drank. Lei Jingchuan, who spoke the least, drank the most and got drunk in a short while.

"Burp~"

At this time, Jing Shuhu burped:

"Little Li, do you know why the founder insisted on moving the sect and giving up a state to take a prefecture?"

"Huh?"

Li Yuan shook the empty wine jar, and his heart moved: "Isn't it because of the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer?"

"Yes, and no."

Jing Shuhu subconsciously glanced around and whispered:

"In fact, the weapon-casting technique we learned came from the bottom of the cold pond, and it is suspected to come from the previous owner of the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer..."

"Is there a follow-up to the weapon-casting technique?"

Li Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Jing Shuhu burped:

"Yes!"