After staying at the base for two days, Chu Qianxun used his abilities and the Demon Seeds in his hands to assist Granny Feng and Qi Yongchun, who had reached the critical level, to upgrade their ranks.
Granny Feng, who has become a second-order saint, can not only create dense fog within a certain range, but also locally rain in wet weather, and make the weather clear when it rains lightly. All in all, she gradually developed the ability to control the weather on a small scale.
The second-tier Qi Yongchun still has no offensive ability, but he is not depressed, and even very satisfied that he can bloom large and small flowers, and he enjoys it every day, not the other.
In the base, people who are engaged in crop production often come to ask the two of them to help, and pay handsomely. In the past few days, the house was even filled with various foods sent by others, which greatly improved everyone's food.
Only Jiang Xiaojie was not too happy.
"I want to get to the third rank sooner, Sister Qianxun. You and Pei Tian are getting better and better, and I can hardly help."
"This kind of thing can't be rushed, Xiaojie." Chu Qianxun touched his head, "Don't force it."
On this day, Xin Ziming came to Chu Qianxun with the designed drawings.
"Team Xin, why did you come here in person? Isn't your injury alright? You should just call me over." Chu Qianxun put him on the sofa in the living room.
Xin Ziming didn't say anything unnecessary, spread out a thick stack of design drawings, and began to discuss various data and details with Chu Qianxun.
"I designed this pair of double knives according to the shape of the material. When the scabbard is put in, the double knives just fit together. The most important part of the whole design is here," Xin Ziming pointed to an inlay on the handle of the black knives in the main hand. , glanced at Chu Qianxun, "If you need, you can embed a Demon Seed here."
Chu Qianxun stood up and opened his mouth.
The concept of inlaying magic seeds on weapons only gradually became popular a few years later. Even ten years after the apocalypse, not everyone can afford a magical weapon that fits the demon species.
This weapon is not only sturdy and sharp, but also has certain attack attributes, and with constant battles, there is the possibility of self-improvement.
But to refine this kind of weapon, not only have high requirements on materials and demons, but also have extremely high requirements on designers and forgers.
It is not an easy thing to inlay a demon seed on the body of a monster. Not all materials removed from monsters can be inlaid with magic seeds.
The materials that can meet this requirement are mostly taken from some special fallen ones.
In view of the different appearance of each fallen, it is necessary to make a unique design.
In the later stage, he wanted to hire a designer to design a weapon alone, but it was a very expensive thing. Chu Qianxun never imagined that he would now have a weapon inlaid with demons. Involuntarily rejoiced.
Xin Ziming felt relieved when he saw that Chu Qianxun recognized his design in this way.
In the car at that time, considering Chu Qianxun's gender, he proposed to inlay some expensive gems on the hilt and scabbard for Chu Qianxun for free to enhance the appearance. She was rejected by Chu Qianxun with very contemptuous eyes.
He has put forward the concept of embedding demons into weapons many times within his team, and has verified it with low-level monsters, but he has not been recognized by many people, even his best brother Feng Chengyu is the same. I think this is too wasteful.
Unexpectedly, Chu Qianxun would agree with his design when most people are still reluctant to use demons to make weapons. Xin Ziming felt that he had found a confidant.
"However, with such a fourth-order fallen person, it is best to be inlaid with a fourth-order or higher demon seed?" Chu Qianxun reluctantly looked at the carefully designed blueprints. At present, fourth-order monsters are almost impossible to find. She has gone to the information exchange center a few times, and no matter how high the price is, she can't buy relevant information.
Xin Ziming took out a cloth belt from his pocket, placed it on the table carefully, and pulled the drawstring to reveal a green demon seed inside.
Chu Qianxun was really surprised this time: "What do you mean?"
"Do you have a third-order magic seed? Replace five with one." Xin Ziming said, "We will not use the fourth-order magic seed for a while, so we will give you a discount first."
Before, he woke up from a coma and only said to Chu Qianxun indifferently: I will not say thank you to you.
He really didn't say thank you, but he was paying back the favor with his actions.
The exchange of five low-level demons for one high-level demon is indeed the market price of the demon tax. But that is only limited to tax exchanges between low-level demons. Those high-level demons that are in short supply in the market, not to mention the ratio of 1 to 5, even if it is 1 to 10 or 1 to 20, no one will necessarily exchange it for you. Not to mention the fourth-order demons that are not seen on the market today.
Chu Qianxun knew that Xin Ziming's kindness towards her was not only a sense of gratitude, but also a desire to befriend a high-level prayer like her.
The more capable a person is, the more respect and kindness he will receive. The weaker and incompetent, the more malicious and oppressed they will be. Such principles are even more evident in the end times.
"Yes, there are exactly five." Chu Qianxun excitedly took out five third-order demon seeds and sprinkled them on the table, but after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to cover it.
"Lao Xin, I won't stay here forever, we'll leave when the weapon is ready." Chu Qianxun didn't want to deceive him.
"Leave? Where are you going?"
"My destination is to go to Heron Island first. My family is there."
Xin Ziming was silent. He left the fourth-order demon species to Chu Qianxun because of his own selfishness.
On the one hand, he wanted to repay Chu Qianxun's favor, and more importantly, he hoped that Chu Qianxun's ability would improve as soon as possible, and when their captain Feng Chengyu was upgraded to the fourth rank, he would be able to get Chu Qianxun's help.
For their team, they cannot afford to lose Feng Chengyu.
He sighed, but put away Chu Qianxun's third-order demons, and confessed his thoughts, "Lao Feng will advance to the fourth-level sooner or later. To be honest, I was expecting you to be able to help when the time comes. Fortunately, Heron Island is not too far away, we may be able to find you in the future."
When Ye Peitian came back, he saw Chu Qianxun and Xin Ziming touching their heads, sitting on the sofa, discussing a few drawings.
Xin Ziming was wearing a white shirt and glasses, holding a pen and rustling on the drawing on the coffee table. Chu Qianxun touched his chin with one hand, his eyes were shining, and he added a few words from time to time.
During this period, Xin Ziming subconsciously touched the wound on his abdomen, and Chu Qianxun hurriedly brought a cup of hot water to others.
"Fairy Wood"
The two kept discussing until the night was getting dark, Xin Ziming put away the drawings and said goodbye, and agreed to go to the smelting center built by the base together tomorrow to make weapons.
Chu Qianxun smiled and escorted Xin Ziming who was unwell all the way back.
When he got home, Chu Qianxun, who was humming a little song, was in a very happy mood.
The duplex building they live in has a living room on the first floor and a separate dining room next to the kitchen, with a small storage room beside it.
Ye Peitian stood silently at the dining table, lowered his eyes, and slowly turned the glass of white water in his hand.
"Look. This is mine." Chu Qianxun sat down beside him, turning the fourth-order demon between his fingers.
In her memory, Xin Ziming was a mean and cruel boss. In order to snatch a high-level demon, he did not hesitate to use demons to kill another equally notorious mercenary team.
At that time, someone secretly filmed this scene from a distance. Chu Qianxun still remembered the photo he saw in the newspaper. This man was standing in the sea of blood on a mountain of corpses. His white clothes were stained with blood, and there was a black scale on his neck. On his half-dark face, his glasses reflected light. All I could see was a grinning mouth.
Now it seems that, at least in the early days, Xin Ziming was still a shrewd man with a lot of humanity.
Chu Qianxun put the Demon Seed in his hand at the light, played with it for a while, and smiled happily: "What a good person."
"It's not as good as me." Ye Peitian who had been silent for a long time suddenly said this sentence.
Chu Qianxun opened his mouth and raised his head in surprise and amusement.
Ye Peitian turned his face away, pursed his lips tightly and didn't look at her.
At first, Chu Qianxun thought that Ye Peitian would be a perverse and violent person, but later found out that he was very wrong, this is a simple silly white sweet.
After she was sure that Ye Peitian's body was soft and easy to push down, the man showed his sharp thorns again.
Chu Qianxun licked his lips, stood up, and walked next to Ye Peitian,
She took a step forward, and Ye Peitian took a step back subconsciously. Between the two steps, her back became cold, and she had reached the wall, and there was no way to retreat.
Ye Peitian's momentum disappeared in an instant, and he didn't know where to look with his eyes that were nowhere to be placed.
Chu Qianxun leaned against the wall with one hand and whispered softly in his ear,
"Of course, you are the best, and no one can compare to you."
Yan Xue walked down from the second floor. She saw a glass of water on the dining table, and the living room and dining room were empty.
"Has Qianxun not been back yet?" she asked Gao Yan, who had just come out of the bedroom on the first floor.
"No? Didn't she send that Xin Ziming?" Gao Yan walked to the table and poured herself a glass of water.
"Hee hee, that Xin Ziming is actually pretty good looking. He is so enthusiastic about Qianxun, do you think Xiao Ye will be jealous?"
"That's for sure," Gao Yan looked at no one around and approached Yan Xue's ear, "Maybe she's hiding in the room and biting the quilt."
The giggling words of the girls passed through the thin door into the storage room separated by a wall from the restaurant.
In that narrow space full of debris, Ye Peitian tightened his body, leaned against the wall, and squeezed with Chu Qianxun.
He heard Gao Yan push the door and came out, panicked for a while, embarrassed to be bumped by them, and pulled Qianxun to hide in the storage room.
Unexpectedly, the two of them chatted in the restaurant and didn't intend to leave for a while. If he went out under the eyes of Yan Xue and Gao Yan at this time, he would not be able to explain it.
Ye Peitian could only try his best to restrain himself and not let out any subtle sound.
But Chihiro is about to start to do something bad. She is like a nimble cat, trapping herself in the corner with her limbs, and sticking out her little tongue, licking on his neck, and kissing him a little bit along his neck. .
It was an extreme torture, making him both happy and miserable.
He turned his face away and pursed his lips tightly, hoping that Chihiro would let him go, and that she would never let him go.
Chu Qianxun looked at the man in front of him. He leaned against the wall with his face sideways. The blush on his face spread all the way down his neck. When he kissed him, the upper eyelashes of his tightly closed eyes kept shaking.
I didn't intend to bully him at first, but the appearance of him being picked by you is too tempting.
The voices of Gao Yan and Yan Xue were close at hand.
Chu Qianxun dropped his kiss little by little, on his eyebrows, on his ears, on his cold lips.
Watching him flush red, watching him tremble slightly.
In such an apocalyptic night, I got such precious happiness and joy.
***
Forgers who can smelt the body of monsters have a special ability. They can dissolve and recondense any material.
But in the process of making weapons and armor, in addition to using abilities, there are still many steps that require the use of furnaces, lathes and other equipment in the industrial age.
These large devices are not something that an individual can currently prepare for. Therefore, basically every large base will provide a workshop dedicated to forging weapons for blacksmiths.
The forgers in Feng Chengyu's team were here to forge a weapon for Chu Qianxun. He is a middle-aged man. After the doomsday, he was favored by Feng Chengyu and Xin Ziming. He concentrated his team's strength to train him forging abilities, and now he has Xiaocheng.
Chu Qianxun waited patiently in the workshop for two days, and finally got his weapon on this day.
Two knives, one black and one red, the black knives are thick and dull, unpretentious, and the red knives are blood-red and unmatched.
When the two swords were practiced, when the hilt of the main sword was embedded in the Demon Seed, there was even a sigh-like low voice in the air. At that moment, the blades of the two knives were covered with a trace of white vein-like markings.
The foundry was very excited and carefully handed the blade into Chu Qianxun's hands.
"This is the first time, the first time to make such a spiritual knife, I feel that they can continue to grow during the battle."
Chu Qianxun sincerely thanked him, holding two blades and dancing a knife, feeling a kind of ease and ease.
With a pair of knives on her waist, she walked back to her residence.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.
Chu Qianxun raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight in front of him.
The splendid sun cast mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Anytime there is light, there is shadow.
Time to leave, she thought to herself.
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