For the next two days, Zhu Changyang stayed in the workshop working and only left the room for meals.
And every time he left the room, Jun Shu would appear on time as if he had turned on a clairvoyant cheat.
Later on, Zhu Changyang became numb and no longer tried to reason with him, but he could still chat with him for a few words on the way.
Jun Shu looks elegant and dignified, but not arrogant. If he didn't have the habit of scamming people, he would be a handsome young man.
However, Jun Shu never mentioned his origins, and Zhu Changyang did not ask any further questions.
In the world of cultivation, everyone has some secrets. If you really look into it, Zhu Changyang's own origins are even more outrageous and there is no way to explain them.
During these two days, since Zhu Changyang had been in the workshop, the live broadcast camera automatically cut off and the picture remained still above his room most of the time.
The popularity of the [Piaomiao Continent] live broadcast room has also declined a lot, but there are still many old fans of Zhu Changyang who stick to it online. Some unscrupulous people even use the still picture as the chat background and start a chat in the live broadcast room.
[It’s been so long, why hasn’t the exam started yet? Waiting online, urgent]
[It’s almost time, less than 10 hours left, I’ve already set the alarm! ]
[0.0 Are you guys so free?! ]
[Nonsense, we are worried about Changyang! Have you seen parents outside the college entrance examination hall? We feel the same as them! ]
[Come on, I see through it all. They are obviously just people who like to have fun! College entrance exam students have the hope of getting into college. The anchor is in this situation. If nothing unexpected happens, he will end up on the streets again. I suspect you are just waiting to see the show! ]
This situation continued until the morning of the third day, when the live broadcast room, which had been cold for two days, finally rebounded and the number of viewers rose sharply.
[Here it comes, sisters, the results are finally going to be announced, and I am worried sick! ]
[The front row sells melon seeds, cola and blood pressure-lowering drugs. ]
[What do you think Chang Yang should do after he was not selected this time? Should he continue to look for the next sect that can take him in? ]
[There is no need to assume that Chang Yang will definitely be eliminated, right?! ]
[Otherwise, the sect test is to test the real magic weapon. The waste stone the anchor took has no spiritual power at all, so it is impossible to guess the magic weapon. ]
[Didn’t you ask for salt and flour? I’m getting hungry now. Let me open the bag of potato chips first.]
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The trial field of Baigongmen is at the foot of the back mountain and covers an area of several acres.
At this time, there were dozens of people with different appearances and clothes lined up on the trial field. They were the equipment refiners participating in the entry test.
Zhu Changyang and Jun Shu registered last and stood at the back.
This was the first time that Zhu Changyang saw a trial field of a cultivation sect and saw so many cultivators. He couldn't help but look around curiously.
Perhaps it was because this kind of country bumpkin's behavior was too obvious that some people nearby couldn't help but look over.
Zhu Changyang suddenly made eye contact with the others and immediately gave a dry laugh: "Haha, there are so many people."
The cultivator was silent for a moment and turned his head away calmly.
Zhu Changyang: “… Ugh.”
The leader of Baigongmen and a group of elders stood at the top, and Chang Fengchi, as a junior, stood at the edge.
The headmaster's name is Chang Chunwu. Zhu Changyang has heard a lot of gossip from the chef in the cafeteria in the past two days. He learned that the headmaster is more than two hundred years old, so he always imagined that he was an old lady. When he saw the real person now, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Chang Chunwu looks very young, probably less than 30 years old, with bright eyes and white teeth. He and Chang Fengchi do not look like mother and son, but more like siblings.
However, Zhu Changyang quickly realized that he still had not adapted to the new worldview and was habitually thinking based on his previous experience.
Actually in the world of cultivation, a person's appearance and cultivation should be inversely proportional, because the more talented a person is, the earlier he will achieve enlightenment, and the more likely he will be able to break through the realm at a young age.
After a breakthrough in realm, one's lifespan will be extended but one's appearance will remain unchanged, so one will naturally remain forever young. This is one of the reasons why so many people go through so much trouble to embark on the long journey of cultivating immortals.
Although Baigongmen is a small technical school, the position of principal is not something that ordinary people can do, so Chang Chunwu's cultivation is naturally extraordinary.
Chang Chunwu stood separately from the elders and listened to the disciples from the Deacon Hall report on the situation.
"… As of this morning, a total of nineteen people have given up, and the final number of works submitted is fifty-four. Please review them, Master."
Chang Chunwu nodded and turned his gaze to the west. The fifty-four magical instruments had been neatly arranged in the order of registration. Next, these works would be tested one by one by the trial stone.
Depending on the grade, the Trial Stone will shine with different degrees of light.
These magical instruments are mostly weapons, among which swords are the most common.
This is also normal. After all, the products of weapon refiners have to be sold to cultivators from all sides. Looking at the market demand, the most popular ones are always various weapons, especially sword-making ones.
However, Chang Chunwu only took a quick look and frowned.
Under the suppression of Yong Zhoutian in the past few years, the number of people signing up to join Baigongmen has been decreasing year by year. The situation this year is obviously worse. Not only is the number of people small, but the magic weapons handed in are also visibly ordinary.
Chang Chunwu sighed in his heart and signaled to the elder of the Deacon Hall, who was also the chief judge of this meeting, "Begin the inspection."
The deacon elder nodded, walked to the trial stone, and picked up the knife in front. This knife was forged with great care and the blade looked very sharp.
Someone on the field immediately exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah, this is forged with high-quality black iron, right?"
Another person regretted when he heard this: "There is actually top-grade black iron. I signed up too late and only got the middle-grade one. It would have been better if I had signed up earlier."
As he spoke, the elder had already gathered spiritual power in his palm and raised his sword to chop at the trial stone.
With a "clang" sound, the trial stone stopped moving at all. That was all. Immediately afterwards, the blade of the knife trembled and broke into three pieces on the spot.
The whole audience was silent.
The deacon elder remained calm and reported, "Lu Dayou, the test failed."
The weapon refiner named Lu Dayou couldn't hold back any longer: "Woo woo woo, how could this happen? I got up early on purpose and picked out the best materials..."
The deacon elder turned a blind eye and continued with the next test impartially.
The trial went on very quickly because most of the magical weapons were of mediocre quality, and half of them shattered as soon as they touched the trial stone.
Although the remaining ones were not broken, they did not have any bright spots. Many of them fell on the trial stone and could only cause a faint halo.
After inspecting each piece one by one, it was found that only a few pieces met the entry standards. This was because Baigongmen set the requirements low from the beginning.
Before they knew it, the sun had set, the golden crow had half sunk, and only the last three works were left by the Trial Stone.
The third from the last was a long sword, the blade was so sharp that you could see through it. As soon as the deacon elder picked it up, he felt a strong sword light.
The deacon elder finally showed some joy on his face and glanced at the field: "Shi Hou, did you make this?"
Shi Hou is the only Jindan stage among the new recruits, and he also has a rare dual spiritual roots. The sect has been secretly keeping an eye on him.
As expected, his work is obviously superior to others at first glance.
Shi Hou stepped forward, bowed politely, and smiled: "It is me."
While speaking, he glanced at Chang Chunwu standing beside him. His target this time was clear, he was heading straight for one of the master's direct disciples.
Chang Chunwu's only son has mediocre talent, so it is not difficult to guess her purpose in taking in a disciple.
Unfortunately, there was no change on Chang Chunwu's face, and he remained indifferent.
Shi Hou felt somewhat unhappy. Baigongmen was already in such a situation, yet Chang Chunwu was still pretending like this.
He was absolutely sure that no one who came to register at Baigongmen now could be better than him.
Therefore, he was not in a hurry on the registration day and arrived until the last minute. However, he did not expect that two more people would come later.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the last two remaining works and laughed at himself for making a big fuss that day.
At that time, he thought that the two people who came later might be looked at differently by the young master, so it would not be a bad idea to be on guard against them.
While he was distracted, the deacon elder had already picked up the sword he had refined and slashed at the trial stone.
There was a crisp sound of metal colliding with stone, and the trial stone burst into a bright red light, brighter than any time before.
The deacon elder showed an admiring look on his face: "Very good, of medium quality."
You have to know that most of these new weapon refiners are just beginners, and being able to refine a magical weapon is considered good already. The best one before them only refined an upper-low-grade one.
If nothing unexpected happens, Shi Hou should be the first place this time.
The other contestants all showed envy.
Shi Hou was very modest: "Thank you."
In fact, his real strength is not limited to this, but if he wants to become an apprentice, it would not be appropriate for him to show off too much all of a sudden.
Anyway, it’s enough to deal with Baigongmen.
The deacon elder was really satisfied. He looked at the sword twice more before turning his attention to the last two items. His expression turned into confusion.
He looked at Chang Fengchi: "Fengchi, you were the one who took these two in, but you haven't tested their spiritual roots yet, right?"
Because the jade disk for measuring spiritual roots needed approval from the deacons before it could be taken out, Chang Fengchi informed him in advance.
Chang Fengchi coughed lightly and said, "That's right."
Even though he was the one who let them in, he was actually confused now. What was going on between these two people? !
In order, the deacon elder picked up Jun Shu's work first.
The silver bones and golden fire feathers of the weaving bird were hardly refined, the feathers were simply attached to the joints, and there was nothing special about them.
The deacon elder frowned and looked at Jun Shu: "What is this?"
Jun Shu: "Oh, it's the sword spike."
Deacon elder: “…”
Even the sword tassel is too primitive and rough in workmanship.
Generally, a weapon refiner not only needs to make the weapon functional, but also seeks to make it look beautiful, otherwise how can they sell it at a good price!
Seeing that the deacon elder was still silent, Jun Shu kindly explained: "This should be hung on the hilt of the sword."
He knows how to use it!
The corner of the deacon elder's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Chang Fengchi again. The meaning was very clear - this is the person you made an exception for
Chang Fengchi silently turned his head away and pretended not to see it.
Regardless, the process still has to be followed.
The elder deacon had already given up hope. Shi Hou's sword happened to be next to him, so he picked it up and hung the crudely made sword tassel on it.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when he hung the sword tassel, the sword, which he thought was sharp enough, flashed and suddenly emitted an extremely hot sword energy, and even the temperature around it seemed to become scorching.
The elder deacon's eyes widened, and Chang Chunwu's face rarely showed a trace of strangeness, and urged: "Try it quickly."
The deacon elder nodded, raised his hand and slashed the sword at the trial stone.
There was a loud clanging sound, and the trial stone shone brightly, a dazzling purple color.
The deacon elder immediately shouted: "Okay!"
There was an uproar at the scene, and everyone looked at Jun Shu.
Among them, Shi Hou's was the most unbelievable.
Jun Shu's sword tassel is actually of medium quality, but there are differences between medium quality and medium quality, just like 80 to 90 points are all good, but there is still a gap of 10 points in between.
Shi Hou's sword had just been tried and did not achieve such an effect, so the bright light of the trial stone at this time could only be for the sword tassel.
How is this possible? He took away all the best materials that day, and only used the Golden Bird, but he was able to refine such a magical instrument? !
This is not just a difference in the quality of the magic weapons.
Zhu Changyang couldn't help but look at Jun Shu and gave him a thumbs up: "Great, Xiaoci."
Jun Shu was puzzled: "What does Xiaoci mean?"
Ah, I accidentally said the nickname in my heart.
Zhu Changyang immediately fell into tactical silence, pretending not to hear.
The power displayed by the sword tassel lifted everyone's spirits, especially Chang Chunwu, who had originally given up hope for this year's recruitment, but unexpectedly received a pleasant surprise in the end.
“He can actually refine a top-grade magical instrument…” Chang Chunwu was so surprised that he couldn’t help but release his spiritual sense to explore Jun Shu’s cultivation level.
The realm of cultivation is divided into: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Spirit Severing, Fusion, Mahayana, and finally overcoming tribulation and ascending.
Each state is divided into the initial stage, the middle stage and the great perfection stage.
People who are at the Spirit Severing stage or above can release their spiritual consciousness to detect the cultivation level of people whose level is lower than their own.
Chang Chunwu's cultivation had reached the middle stage of the separation of spirits, so she could separate her spiritual consciousness. Unexpectedly, she was shocked again when she explored it.
Seeing that Jun Shu was able to refine such a magical weapon, she knew that he must be at least in the Golden Core stage. She didn't expect that he had just established his foundation.
"You have just established your foundation!" Chang Chunwu was surprised and admired Jun Shu even more.
Chang Fengchi and others were also very surprised when they heard this. With such a low level of cultivation, he could refine such a magical weapon. When he succeeds in his cultivation in the future, he will surely become a great weapon.
Shi Hou's eyes were red with anger.
Foundation Building! He actually lost to someone in the Foundation Building stage!
Chang Chunwu then turned his gaze to Zhu Changyang. This man came with Jun Shu. Jun Shu was so outstanding, so this man must not be bad either.
Having released her spiritual consciousness, she also took the opportunity to investigate Zhu Changyang, and this investigation was even more extraordinary.
"You, you haven't drawn the Qi into your body yet!" Chang Chunwu looked at Zhu Changyang, then turned to look at Chang Fengchi, his eyes full of confusion.
Chang Fengchi was stunned: "Ah?"
He could see that Zhu Changyang had an ordinary physique, but he also thought that he had just started practicing and had not yet achieved success. How could he have imagined that he could not even draw Qi into his body? This meant that he had never practiced at all.
How can I refine weapons without any cultivation
Chang Fengchi slowly looked towards Zhu Changyang.
Zhu Changyang smiled shyly: "Ah, that's the situation, so I came to sign up for the course. You should be able to teach me from the beginning, right?"
Chang Fengchi: “…”
other people:"… "
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[Piaomiao Continent] Live Room
[Hahahaha, did you see that? The young master's face turned green.]
[The Hundred Workers finally realized that things were not simple. ]
[I didn't expect it to be so funny before I clicked in. This is the first time I've seen people with absolutely no cultivation sneak into a sect to take the test. Chang Yang has really opened their eyes! ]
[Ah, am I the only one paying attention to Jun Shu? It’s so cool! Building a foundation and defeating Jindan, a standard male protagonist script! ]
[Jun Shu was happy, but this was Chang Yang's live broadcast, and he couldn't be seen later.]
[Tsk, I hope Chang Yang can stay with him for a while longer, I love watching him.]
The author has something to say:
Chang Yang: Xiao Ci!
Pengci Shu: Why do you call me like that
(End of this chapter)