"This sword is made of thousand-year-old profound iron and 8000-year-old spirit stone for soul refining. Because it is of ice properties and its shape is very unique, I named it Pear Flower Sword."
Lin Muyu smiled and said: "I also recast Zhao Jin's pear flower gun. The shape is very similar to this sword, so one sword and one shot should be a match."
Chu Yao blushed and said with joy: "Ayu, is this pear flower sword really compatible with the pear flower gun?"
"Of course, you think, if I hadn't had the Liaoyuan Sword, I would really not be willing to give you this Pear Flower Sword!" He said half-jokingly.
Chu Yao caressed the sword body lovingly, and said, "Ayu, what grade does this pear flower sword belong to?"
"Fourth-order profound product."
"what?"
Chu Yao was taken aback: "Fourth-tier Profound Grade? I heard... The weapons of Profound Grade are very expensive, at least 10,000 Jin Yin coins?"
After that, she handed the Pear Flower Sword back and said: "Such an expensive sword...Sell it? It's too wasteful to use it for me, I can use spiritual weapons..."
Lin Muyu couldn't help laughing secretly, and said, "Sister Chu Yao, what's so precious about a Tier 4 Profound Grade pear flower sword? As long as I want, I can cast countless pear flower swords... You keep it, this sword is just for you Designed, how can you not?"
"Oh well… "
Chu Yao gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, feeling the little deer bumping into her heart, and said, "Ayu, I'm almost comprehending Jianxin!"
"real?"
"Ok."
Chu Yao nodded earnestly, and then closed her eyes, and suddenly there was a sword-like innocence on her body. This is indeed the primary form of the sword's heart. Lin Muyu couldn't help smiling and said: "Sister Chu Yao is really talented. , After you really understand Jianxin, you can fit the beast soul in the pear flower sword. After you complete this step, I will teach you the four-line imperial sword!"
"OK, all right!"
…
Without staying for too long, Lin Muyu left the Spirit Medicine Division. Suddenly, there was a strong sense of weakness in her body. Finally, after casting many weapons overnight, the consequences of overdrawing too much physical strength and vindictive energy occurred, and she did not think too much. Lying on the stone bed, he fell asleep drowsy.
The groggy one didn't know how long it had passed, and woke up leisurely.
"Haw..."
As far as he could open his eyes, a gray mouse in the corner was looking at Lin Muyu with his head raised, not very afraid of people.
Lin Muyu, who just woke up, was just in his heyday, and his spiritual power was surging through the cultivation of the spiritual pulse technique. At that moment, it seemed as if the spiritual consciousness was about to condense to a focal point. Lin Muyu couldn't help but give him some interesting guidance. Gathered together with spiritual sense, and attacked the rat in the corner with spiritual sense like a sharp knife.
"Hamm..."
The mouse stopped abruptly in the middle of its call, and its pupils enlarged rapidly, and stopped there motionless.
"Ok?"
Lin Muyu was a little surprised. She rolled over and got out of bed. She stepped forward to the mouse and looked down at it. She found that the mouse seemed to be flying for nine days. It actually didn't move. After nearly 10 seconds, it finally went on again. He yelled, turned around and went into the mouse hole behind him.
"what happened?"
Lin Muyu groaned, thinking about everything that happened just now, Lingmai Shu actually gathered her own spiritual consciousness to attack others, could it be said that this is a method of attacking others with mental power
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but get excited. After hurriedly washing, I came to the temple and must find someone to practice it!
"Master Lin Zhi!"
Zhang Wei came over with a war knife in his hand and smiled and said, "You got up so early!"
"Yes, Master Zhang Wei." Lin Muyu moved in her heart and smiled: "Master Zhang Wei, I want to ask you for a favor."
"Ok?"
"You stand here and don't move."
"Okay." Zhang Wei stood in front of him a little funny: "I don't know what the hell you are going to do..."
Lin Muyu didn't speak, her expression was very solemn, and suddenly the spirit pulse technique was activated, and the spiritual sense concentrated on Zhang Wei's brain. At this moment, Zhang Wei suddenly seemed to be petrified, but the process was extremely short-lived. , Not even half a second, he froze for a moment, and said: "What happened?"
"What did you feel just now?" Lin Muyu asked.
Zhang Wei was taken aback, scratching his head and said, "I just feel that my mind is suddenly blank, but I don't know what happened, Master Lin Zhi, what did you do to me just now?"
"No, nothing..." Lin Muyu laughed, but thought in her heart that the mental impact of this spiritual pulse technique will also cause less damage to people with strong spiritual power. Zhang Wei's spiritual power is obviously much stronger than that of a mouse. Therefore, he can only mentally impact him in less than half a second. It seems that there is still a lot of way to go before this spirit art can be used in actual combat.
…
Early in the morning, Ge Yang took the scroll and began to announce the pairing of the morning duel, but after finishing reading the names of Lin Muyu and Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei couldn’t help asking: "Deacon Ge Yang, did you put me and Master Lin Zhi? Forget about it?"
Ge Yang smiled and said: "No, although the old man is old, he will not forget you two, Lin Zhi and Zhang Wei, you two are going out to perform a mission this morning."
"Oh?"
Lin Muyu was stunned. After entering the temple, it seemed that there were few tasks except for daily training. This was the first time, so he asked, "What task, Grandpa Ge Yang?"
Ge Yang stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Simple, you two took fifty temple guards to the military supply depot of the Ministry of War to receive the temple's weapons, food, grass, and salaries for the next three months."
"Yes!"
Outside the trial hall, there is already a group of guards waiting outside. The so-called temple guards are soldiers who perform military guard duties in the temple. These soldiers are not directly affiliated with the temple’s organization, but live in the temple all the year round. It only serves instructors and trainers. At present, there are more than 200 temple guards in the temple, which is considered to have a certain amount of force.
"My lord, the carriage is ready, this is the approval of the chief deacon!"
A guard stepped forward and handed Leihong's instructions to Lin Muyu. It seemed that he had already acquiesced that Lin Muyu was the leader of this team, not Zhang Wei, but Zhang Wei was not angry either. He knew he was acting recklessly. Lin Muyu is more suitable for this task.
"Go ahead and lead the way."
"Yes!"
Turning on their horses, the group of people came out of the temple mightily. Lin Muyu and Zhang Wei both wore temple shirts and were brave and upright. The group of people walking on Tongtian Street was also very eye-catching.
The military supplies depot is north of the imperial city. When the group of people from the temple arrived, they found that there was a sea of people. In addition to the temple, there were also many troops waiting here to distribute heavy grain and grass. The quartermaster’s more than a dozen warehouses were everywhere. It was all the sounds of people shouting horses, and rows of heavy cavalry flew past, forming a mess.
Lin Muyu frowned and said, "What should we do now?"
"The subordinates will go and submit the official documents." A temple guard said.
"good!"
There was a temporary camp outside the military depot. The temple guard rode away and returned shortly after entering the camp, with shame and anger on his face and the approval letter in his hand.
"What's the matter?" Lin Muyu asked.
The temple guard said angrily: "The bastard quartermaster deliberately made things difficult for us, saying let us continue to line up for a while. The temple army needs to wait until the Shenwei camp is finished before it is released."
"Why?" Zhang Wei's hot temper came up in an instant, and said angrily: "Shenwei Camp is the private army of Shenhou Mansion, originally it shouldn't receive the Imperial Capital's military supplies, but it was arranged in front of our temple, isn't it the war department? Do you know that there are no restrictions on the temple's military requirements?"
The guard whispered: "Master Zhang Wei, it must be because our temple did not benefit them that they deliberately made things difficult."
"Unreasonable!"
Zhang Wei carried the knife and rushed into the military camp. Lin Muyu didn't even have time to stop him, and hurriedly said, "Come here, come with me!"
"Yes!"
He hurriedly followed with dozens of temple guards, but when Lin Muyu came to the front of the big tent, he heard a "bang", and then he saw a person flying out of the tent, vomiting blood, and still on his chest. With a trace of flame, it was clear that Zhang Wei's Lie Soul Fist was punched out abruptly.
With a sound of "wow," Zhang Wei stepped out of the camp quickly, with martial spirit power lingering in his fist, and shouted in a low voice: "You dog officer, if you don't give you gold coins, you dare to make things difficult for our temple?"
The quartermaster had a scorpion head and squirrel eyes, and hurriedly shouted: "Kill, kill, the instructor of the temple is going to commit a murder in the daytime!"
"You dare to howl!"
Zhang Wei was about to hit with a fist, Lin Muyu hurriedly got off the horse and held Zhang Wei's fist with one hand, and said, "Calm down, Zhang Wei."
"This villain, I want to teach him today." Zhang Wei's violent temper was completely uncontrollable, and he scolded angrily: "Why should the army of the Shenwei camp need to receive it before our temple? It is clear that we came first, Shenwei What is the camp, why is it so domineering!?"
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the right side: "Oh, Zhang Wei, the instructor of the Temple Venus, really has a violent fist, and his temper is even more violent. I don't know what to say!"
Lin Muyu looked over, and when he saw a group of soldiers from the Shenwei camp approaching aggressively under the leadership of a general, he secretly cried out.
Walking forward quickly, Lin Muyu clasped her fists and said, "My lord, the temple Lin Zhi is not paying you here."
"Lin Zhi?"
The visitor is a middle-aged officer in his 30s. He has a restrained look in his eyes and steady feet while walking. He is obviously a master. The corner of his mouth raised and said, "You are the Lin Zhi who abolished Zhao Jin's arm? Okay. Majestic!"
Lin Muyu said coldly: "My lord, Zhang Wei didn't mean to offend. Since Shenweiying wants to receive the supplies first, then you should receive it first!"
The man suddenly shrieked, "It sounds good, you beat the quartermaster, do you want to leave?"
"Then what do you want?"
Lin Muyu's eyes were cold, she suddenly raised her hand and drew out the Liaoyuan Sword, and said calmly: "There are few people in the temple, but it may not be afraid of you."
…
The commander of the Shenwei Camp is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He raised his hand and drew his saber around his waist and shouted in a low voice: "Come here, give me the weapons of the temple army!"
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