The next morning, when Ouyang Ming woke up from his drowsiness, he felt refreshed again.
He came to the yard and squatted on horseback for half an hour. While squatting on the horse this time, he clearly felt the huge changes in his body. Although the fourth-level Qi of strength is still not ranked high among many sergeants, it is not considered to be at the bottom.
In addition to the personal guards of each battalion commander, when facing ordinary soldiers, Ouyang Ming was able to fight head-on with them even without using skills or wearing equipment. Moreover, judging from his abundant energy and blood at the moment, he still has a greater chance of winning this fight.
In the Dantian, the center of the light was flowing. It was no longer the size of a pea pod, but several times larger, like a baby's fist.
Of course, this is just a metaphor. If someone really opened his belly, they would never find a light source like a baby's fist.
After the horse step, Ouyang Ming began to practice boxing and sword skills. Although this fist, kick and sword technique were all taught by Sui Hezhi, when Ouyang Ming used it now, it had a different flavor.
Moreover, when he practiced, the spiritual power between his eyebrows was also ready to move, eager to try.
Suddenly, a ray of spiritual power was released and pushed gently on Ouyang Ming's waist. Immediately, Ouyang Ming used this power to rush forward, and struck out with a lightning-like knife.
To an outsider, this posture seems as if the power has been exhausted. At the moment when it can't change, new power suddenly arises, resulting in an earth-shattering sword being executed when it is impossible.
If it were a formal battle, even if he couldn't win a complete victory with this sword, it could at least scare his opponent half to death.
A faint smile flashed across his face. Ouyang Ming finally discovered the role of spiritual power. When combined with martial arts in battle, he could release unexpectedly powerful power.
Although the pressure and crisis secretly caused by Zhang Yinfan in the military camp have not been relieved at this time, Ouyang Ming is no longer as panicked as before. Because he already had a certain amount of self-protection power, he was confident that he could escape even if Zhang Yinfan took action himself. Moreover, as his strength continues to improve, one day he will be able to crush his opponent in reverse.
Suddenly, the door rang. Ouyang Ming's ears twitched slightly, and he immediately threw away his saber and walked away in three steps.
As soon as the door opened, the old craftsman stretched out his finger.
"Ouch, old man, it hurts!" Ouyang Ming stood on tiptoes, bared his teeth and shouted, "You're going to tear my ears off!"
Hearing Ouyang Ming scream in pain, although the old craftsman did not let go, he still held back his strength and dragged him in.
After entering the house, the old craftsman finally let go and said angrily: "You kid, you are really impatient, you dare to fight the half-elf beast, don't you risk your life?"
Ouyang Ming rubbed his sore ears, quickly asked the old craftsman to sit down, and served half-hot tea, saying: "Old man, you heard wrong, who is chewing your ears next to you?"
The old craftsman sneered and said: "Do you still need me to inquire? The generals in the middle camp have issued a notice. This time hunting the half-elf beast, your merits are the first. Haha, very good, dare to fight with the half-elf. , why don’t you have any missing arms or legs?”
As the old craftsman spoke, his eyes scanned Ouyang Ming's body several times to make sure that he was fine. His worried heart finally let go, but then anger arose in his heart, and evil grew in his guts. He stretched out his kick and wanted to kick him, but he was afraid of really hurting the kid. So, he went around in a circle, came up behind Ouyang Ming, and kicked him hard on the butt.
Ouyang Ming groaned and fell to the ground.
In fact, with his current ability, it is very easy to dodge, but when the old craftsman attacks, he has to bear it even if he grits his teeth.
The old craftsman stepped forward and gave him a good beating. While beating him, he said: "You stinky boy, I want you to follow me to see it. You just have to fight with ordinary beasts for a few times. Now even half-elf beasts If you dare to provoke me, are you impatient? Do you want the old man with white hair to send someone with black hair? If you are impatient, I will beat you to death first!"
However, the old man spoke harshly, but his moves were directed at the thicker and fleshier parts of Ouyang Ming's body.
Ouyang Minglai grunted on the ground and refused to get up, but the screams became louder and louder.
After a while, the old craftsman finally stopped his hand. When he looked at Ouyang Mingzhi, who was curled up on the ground, his heart trembled, and he secretly screamed. Could it be that he had hit him too hard and hit him badly? However, this kid practices martial arts every day by squatting on a horse, so he can't be so miserable.
He frowned slightly and said, "You brat, what are you doing lying on the ground? You're just pretending. Get up!"
Ouyang Ming covered the pain on his body, limped to his feet, and said with a sad face: "Old man, it hurts me to death!"
The old craftsman snorted coldly, went into the room to find a bottle of bruise ointment, and said, "Come here, I'll rub it for you."
Ouyang Ming stepped forward and took off his clothes. The old craftsman searched around his body, but couldn't find many bruises.
Ouyang Ming felt bad and said quickly: "Old man, this time I went, I never saw a half-elf beast at all."
The old craftsman's mind was indeed led astray by him, and he said angrily: "That's nonsense. Since I haven't seen it before, why are you the first to have merit?"
Ouyang Ming quickly explained: "Because I forged three arrows for the fire chief Jiang Chengwei of Zhongying to use. It is said that these three arrows played a key role."
The old craftsman asked suspiciously: "What arrow is so powerful?"
Ouyang Ming chuckled and said, "Old man, wait a moment, I'll show you how!" He slipped into the house with a single stride, his movements so light and agile that he didn't even look injured at all.
The old carpenter's eyes widened and he thought to himself, No, I hit him lightly this time, I can hit him harder next time!
After a while, Ouyang Ming came over with a dagger and said, "Old man, I did some tricks on the arms and it became like this. Take a look at this."
The old craftsman took the dagger, looked at it carefully for a long time, and said with a solemn look in his eyes: "This dagger is indeed weird. The structure inside seems stable, but it also has a strong tension. How did you type it out?"
Ouyang Ming admired in his heart that the old craftsman was indeed a top arms forger, and he immediately saw the greatest feature of this dagger.
He lowered his voice slightly and said: "Old man, I fused a ray of spiritual power with the weapon and sent it into the dagger, and I got it out by luck."
"Spiritual power?" The old craftsman was startled and said suspiciously, "How could you possibly use this kind of power?"
Ouyang Ming thought to himself, why can't I use it? But in front of the old craftsman, he didn't dare to talk back, otherwise he would definitely be beaten again.
Although there is no blood relationship between him and the old craftsman, they are true relatives. However, both parties' expressions are a bit different and implicit.
"Ahem, old man, don't look down on me. I was taught by you, right?"
The old craftsman nodded hesitantly. Of course he taught this boy step by step, but why couldn't he remember when he taught him about spiritual power
Besides, what on earth is this spiritual power
However, in front of Ouyang Ming, he absolutely refused to admit his ignorance.
"Okay, what's the use of this thing of yours?"
Ouyang Ming laughed and said: "Old man, look!" He got lucky, input a little bit, and then threw it towards the far corner.
"Snapped-"
After a soft sound, Ouyang Ming no longer had to explain anything to the old craftsman. After being an arms forger for so many years, if the old craftsman could no longer see the value of this weapon, he would not be able to become the chief master in the military camp.
After looking at the other dagger for a moment, the old craftsman sighed and said, "Hey, I am getting old, but I have a successor, so my life is worthy of it."
The key point of his words was that there would be a successor, so he didn't feel much emotion, but was rather happy.
Ouyang Ming hurriedly said: "Old man, you are old and strong, you can live for hundreds of years!"
The old craftsman laughed at his words and said: "Hundreds of years? Haha, that's impossible." He shook his head and said: "Don't say it's you, even if the forger who came from Fucheng yesterday Master, he is much better than me. Haha, what’s rare is that he is so young and has a bright future!”
Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he immediately thought of something.
When there was a conflict with Huang Jingtian and others in Xiying that day, they said that General Xiyingtian invited an arms forger from Fucheng. Moreover, this master seems to have figured out some way to mass-produce high-quality arm guards.
Although Ouyang Ming scorned this rumor, it was a high-quality arm guard. No matter how the craftsmanship was changed, the cost could not be reduced to the point where ordinary soldiers could afford one. However, he also knows that those who come are not good and those who are good will not come.
Now it seems that the master came during the days when he entered the dense forest, and even met the old craftsman head-on.
"Old man, did that person offend you?" Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed coldly. If it offends himself, he can laugh it off. But offending the old craftsman, haha...
The old craftsman said inexplicably: "Why did you offend me? The skills shown by that boy are indeed amazing. There will be no problem in surpassing me in the future. But..." He smiled proudly and said: "Now the old man can still suppress him for a year and a half. Loaded!”
Ouyang Ming looked at the old craftsman's expression seriously, especially his pride, and immediately realized that he was overthinking.
The old craftsman suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I was so focused on teaching you an unfilial thing that I forgot." He glared at Ouyang Ming and said, "Why don't you get dressed yet? Follow me to see Ni. Grandmaster."
Ouyang Ming put on his clothes in a few seconds and said, "Master Ni? Which Master Ni?"
"It's the new master. You need to learn more from him, do you understand?"
Ouyang Ming's eyes lit up and he smiled mischievously: "Yes, old man, I will never embarrass you."