Leyang got two treasures at once, and his strength doubled out of thin air. Except for the two old men of the Wen family and his eldest uncle, they were all laughing from ear to ear. In an extremely rare occasion, Mr. Wen ran to express his thanks in person, while pretending to be fake and generous: "I should have given you more dragon skins back then..."
Unexpectedly, the old man Gongye shook his head: "I don't want that piece of dragon skin. I'm making armor for Wen Leyang together. I'm afraid that if the skin splits, it will destroy the power of the treasure. Www, QUAbEn-XIAoShUo, CoM"
The two families had an agreement at the beginning that the skin and bones would be given to the Gongye family for refinement. After the deal was completed, the Gongye family would share a piece of dragon skin as a reward. No one thought that the old man Gongye would even give up his share of the reward in order to pursue the power of the treasure. Well, in the eyes of Panshan disciples, weapon refining is the real way. In pursuit of perfection, giving up a small piece of leather is nothing.
Everyone in the Wen family was moved. Only Grandpa Wen was hesitant. He was afraid that Mr. Gongye would ask them for other rewards, so he secretly made up his mind that if the Gongye family asked for anything else, he would die. Admit it and insist that the other party gave up on its own initiative...
Sure enough, after resting for a while, Mr. Gongye said to the Wen family: "Don't worry about whether they are paid or not. If you really want to thank the children for their hard work..." He pointed. He said to his exhausted disciples: "Please bring out another treasure and let the old man look at it."
As soon as these words came out, all the Wen family disciples were confused and didn't understand what Mr. Gongye meant.
Grandpa Wen immediately thought of his 'treasure bed', his eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively: "What treasure? I don't have anything valuable at home..."
Old man Gongye knew that he was a money addict, so he said bitterly: "I don't covet your treasure, I just want to see that magical thing and understand the refining method."
Mr. Wen frowned his sparse eyebrows and asked tentatively: "Just for a look?" After Gongye nodded angrily, he stamped his feet suddenly, pulled him back to his big house, and this time only The fourth grandfather, uncle, Wen Leyang and Li Liliao were asked to follow, while the others were blocked from the door.
Boxes of various sizes were taken out from under the bed by Uncle Wen one by one. They contained not only the most valuable treasures accumulated by the Wen family in the past two thousand years, but also the rare treasures sent by the subordinates of Yizigong last time. The jewels inside made everyone's faces light up. Changli cheered, picked up this one to look at it, and then picked up that one to touch it. It was like a little girl who fell into a pile of candy, and endless joy bloomed in her heart.
Mr. Wen's heart almost rose to his throat, and he regretted deeply that he really shouldn't have taken out his old storage box in front of Master Li. However, the Fourth Grandpa suddenly let out a sigh and reached out from a box. He picked up a piece of poisonous purple jade in his pocket and tilted his head at the grandfather: "I lost it for forty years, but you picked it up?"
The old man's face suddenly changed, he rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I just... I just picked it up yesterday..."
Fourth Grandpa snorted and put the piece of purple jade directly into his arms. Then his eyes drifted to a little black snake that had been dead for who knows how many years but still has a bright and plump body: "I remember this was my third brother's favorite when I was a kid..."
The grandfather hurriedly closed the box and shook his head vigorously: "No, no, it's two different things! It's not the third one!" When he looked at the old man Gongye, his eyes almost burst into flames.
But old man Gongye frowned, and after looking at all the treasures, he said unhappily: "I said I was just looking at it! Why are you so stingy? Just one look, and you won't be able to lose a piece of your money-obsessed flesh!"
Grandpa said, "In terms of magic weapons and swords, there are gifts sent by various sects under the Yizi Palace hidden under the bed, many of which are of the highest quality. In terms of the value of antiques, everything that Grandpa can hide is extremely valuable." But none of these things were appreciated by old man Gongye. Obviously, the treasure he was talking about was not these things at all.
Old man Gongye thought that Mr. Wen was hiding it deliberately and was not talking nonsense, so he pinched him with the corner of his eye with disdain.
Not only was the grandpa not angry, but a light of excitement shone on his face. He pulled old man Gongye and asked in a low voice, "You mean... we still have good babies in Wen's village?"
Gongye looked at him with a foxy expression. The grandfather smiled brightly and said generously: "Tell me what's going on. You have to help me find this thing. I'll let you look at it until you see it!"
The Gongye family's weapon refining technique is not a blacksmith's forging, but a genuine magic. Before each furnace is opened, sacrifices must be made to heaven first and then to treasures. Needless to say, offering sacrifices to heaven, but offering sacrifices to treasures is an extremely critical step. The person who refines the weapons must use his or her own method to find a way to reach a tacit understanding similar to resonance with the treasures.
Treasures have no spiritual intelligence, but they all contain some spiritual energy. The person who refines the weapon must find out the spiritual attributes of the treasure during the process of offering sacrifices to the treasure, and only then can he start the furnace to refine the weapon. Old man Gongye's visit to the Wen family was no exception this time. However, when he was at the treasure offering site, in addition to getting a response from Cheng Jiao, he also captured another trace of the treasure's aura that had already formed. He thought it was some other treasure stored in the Wen family village. I didn’t think much about it.
This kind of thing that can emit spiritual energy in the sacrificial treasure is definitely not an ordinary thing, so old man Gongye brought it up and wanted to see it. According to Gongye's opinion, this thing must be a very powerful magic weapon belonging to the senior Sword Immortal. He is not coveting the effectiveness of the magic weapon, but he wants to see the method of refining this treasure.
Uncle Wen frowned and pondered for a long time, but he really couldn't remember what other treasures he had at home. The fourth master was too lazy to use his brain, and turned his eyes like poisonous snakes and asked Gongye: "Then can you find it?"
Gongye shook his head, and the uncle asked again: "What if this thing is placed in front of you?"
Old man Gongye nodded this time and said proudly: "No matter what magic weapon it is, as long as I look at it, I can see the temperature of the fire through the traces of tempering, and then I can tell whether it is a treasure that has been tempered for thousands of times, or a waste product fired by firewood in an earthen kiln." !" As he said that, he took out an ancient sword with killing intent from the box: "This is in good condition, but it can only be regarded as an old object, not a high-quality one."
Wen Leyang still remembers this ancient sword. It was given to him by the small sect "Daoxi" under the Yizigong Palace. The name of the sword is "Zhan Ye". According to the person who gave the gift, this sword was given by a sword immortal three thousand years ago. Although I don’t know whether the magic weapon is true or not, the awe-inspiring aura of the sword is unmistakable. Unexpectedly, in Gongye’s eyes, it is nothing more than that.
The uncle thought for a while and said to Wen Tunhai: "Go, children, find all the treasures they have hidden, no matter whether they are useful or not! As long as it is something that cannot be eaten, whether it is chopsticks or a urinal, , bring them all to the big house for me, and ask the old god Gongye to take a look at them!"
The uncle replied dumbfounded: "Maybe it's not from our family, maybe it's from the Luo family, the Miao family, or Jifei Shuijing and others."
West… "
The grandpa didn't even think about it, and waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up and do it. Once we are sure that the things are no longer in our house, we will be thinking about other people's ideas!" As he said that, the old man looked at Changli with a smile.
Smiling like a little fox, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously to the uncle: "If it's the Luo family or the Miao family, I don't care. If it's the Rainbow Brothers or Jifei Shuijing, I will definitely help you get it!"
Grandpa really loved Grandma Shizu’s protective temperament.
Immediately afterwards, the village became a mess. Every household was rummaging through boxes and boxes, and kept sending big boxes full of sundries one after another to the village chief's house under the puzzled eyes of the foreign guests...
The fourth master was about to fall asleep, and the eldest grandpa's expression became more and more boring. In the end, old man Gongye was too lazy to stir around, he just glanced at it from the corner of his eye and hummed: "Take it away!"
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After two hours of busy work, as the last Wen Bucao left inexplicably holding the big cardboard box, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Wen Tunhai smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders. Just as he was about to speak, the grandfather suddenly remembered something. , glared at him: "You bastard, where is your treasure? Why don't you get it!"
Wen Tunhai ouched and said with a smile: "I forgot, I forgot..." and ran back to his home in a hurry.
The uncle was a county magistrate. He has more things than anyone else, and many of them are exquisite. There are several large paper boxes filled with jewels and jewels, although they are far inferior to the treasure bed of the great grandfather. , but it was enough for Wen Leyang to watch for a long time.
The eldest grandfather was delighted. One moment he picked up the treasure and looked at it. The next moment he glanced at Wen Tunhai with a smile, which only made the uncle feel numb.
Wen Tunhai had a lot of things, and he was dumping them one by one from the box onto the floor of the big house. I was convinced and suddenly let out a burst of cheers, jumped out of Wen Leyang's arms, and slipped into a cardboard box. No matter what Wen Leyang did, He refused to come out even if he was called.
Wen Leyang didn't know what it found, so he rolled up his sleeves and dug into the box. The uncle and grandpa were so anxious that they shouted together: "Be careful with the porcelain!"
After Wen Leyang retracted his arm, there was a small red dragonfly-like sword in his hand. The hilt was engraved with two small seal characters: Fire Tail.
I was convinced and threw my body on the Fire Tail sword, rolling back and forth, making one or two strange screams from time to time.
Wen Leyang looked familiar to the sword, and was trying to recall it when his uncle Wen Tunhai smiled and reminded him from the side: "The year you just came back from the red leaf forest, four fathers took people to the Zhanyan Peak in Mount Emei, and a group of Dingyang Gong Laodao went up the mountain to cause trouble..."
Wen Leyang suddenly realized, and then he remembered that the senior brother Yu Lingzi who led the team in Dingyang Palace was the owner of this small dragonfly sword Fire Tail. At that time, after Wen Leyang seriously injured Yu Lingzi, I was convinced and knocked down this sword. Xiao Jian went to use the power of fire. So after taking it, Fire Tail and I can be considered old friends.
"This sword hurt me, so I put it away as a souvenir..." The uncle chuckled, but before he finished speaking, the old man Gongye who was standing next to him suddenly jumped up and ignored me. After being convinced, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword, holding it up to his eyes for a closer look.
If Wen Leyang hadn't scolded him in time, I would have stabbed holes all over his face after taking it.
Now even the stupid people knew that Gongye had found a treasure. No one in the room dared to say anything and held their breath carefully for fear of disturbing Gongye. After a while, the old man said in a dry voice: "This sword...what...what is its origin?"
Wen Le Yanggang hurriedly told the story about Dingyang Palace Yu Lingzi. The more Old Man Gongye listened, the more strange his face became. He kept shaking his head and murmured: "Impossible, impossible..." At this time, Mr. Wen suddenly He coughed and interrupted Wen Leyang's words: "No! This sword has an origin before Yu Lingzi. The good monk once told us!"
Back then, Yu Lingzi of Dingyang Palace had accidentally saved his uncle who was at the end of the Tianshuan sect. In order to repay his life-saving grace, the old fortune teller directed Yu Lingzi to find this good fire sword in a volcano in Changbai Mountain.
Wen Leyang took a breath of cold air and thought in a daze. The uncle at the end of the sword had calculated his secrets, and the good sword he said was probably not an average one.
Seeing that Lie Xin was happy, he took the fire tail from old man Gongye's hand without any courtesy, looked at it carefully, and after a long while, he curled his lips and said a little aggrievedly: "I can't see anything." Then he stretched out his other hand and carefully held the tip of the sword. It seemed that he wanted to open the small sword and take a look.
The two old men, Gongye and Grandpa, jumped up almost at the same time, shouting: "No!"
Startled, he quickly threw the sword to the ground, put his hands behind his back, and stuck out his tongue playfully.
The grandfather's expression was extremely painful, and he hurriedly picked up the fire tail, as if what Chang Li threw on the ground was not a small sword, but his lungs.
The uncle smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This sword hurts me terribly when it hurts me, but...it doesn't necessarily have much power."
Old man Gongye snorted and actually asked him: "Do you know about guns, pistols and machine guns?"
The uncle and Wen Leyang nodded together, not understanding what he meant. Old man Gongye continued: "A gun can kill people with a burst of fire, but if you throw the pistol out and hit people, it will be useless."
After Gongye finished speaking, he saw that everyone else had puzzled faces. He let out a long sigh, took Fire Tail from the grandfather's hand, and carefully groped the sword with his fingers, his voice trembling with a hint of crying: " You... do you know that this sword has no trace of casting or tempering at all? The whole body of the small sword has no artificial carvings at all except for two seal characters."
Wen Tunhai rolled his eyelids and smiled in disbelief: "Isn't this sword tempered by water and fire, made of fine copper and iron? Is it because I can't grow it?"
Old man Gongye wanted to cry when he was excited. The old man with a curled mouth shook his head vigorously. At this time, the wrapping ring in the jade knife whispered: "Could it be..."
"Jian Gu?!" Halfway through Bao Huan's words, Chang Li suddenly remembered something and shouted out in unison with him.
Wen Leyang smiled dryly from the side. He wanted to ask but was afraid of making the old man and old goblin angry.
Bao Huan sighed heavily, as if thinking of other things, and said "no wonder" several times, and then explained to Wen Leyang: "Sword gallbladder has nothing to do with weapon refining, but an ancient practice, a profound art. After cultivating the clone, the monk did not use the clone to transform into a human form, but kept the clone in his own flying sword. Over time, the clone also transformed into the shape of the sword. The flying sword gained the soul, and the clone gained the form. Not only was it connected with the master's mind, The power is multiplied, and it can also explode on its own to injure the enemy. This kind of clone that is cultivated in the sword body is called sword courage! It is not tempered, but is acquired by monks practicing day by day!"
The head, added from the side: "Practice the avatar into the body shape, can help the main body control and practice; refine the avatar into a sword gallbladder, is equivalent to giving the magic weapon a set of soul, turning one's own flying sword into one's own avatar! If you do this, the clone will not be able to help the main body practice or do things, but it can make his flying sword more powerful and better help the main body kill the enemy."
This time Wen Leyang quickly understood that the real difference between training the avatar in human form or sword gallbladder is that the former is reborn and allows the avatar to help him in human form. He can do many things, but his power against the enemy is slightly lower. ; The latter is an important weapon, allowing the clone to blend into his own magic weapon to enhance his magical power and kill enemies more smoothly.
Seeing that Wen Leyang understood this key point, he nodded and continued: "If I die, both the humanoid clone and the sword gallbladder will be severely injured. However, the humanoid clone can use the skills to heal itself, but the sword gallbladder But it doesn't work. Once the sword master dies, the sword gall will be sealed by himself and separated from the flying sword. If the seal can be broken and the soul power in the sword gall can be dissolved, it will be like having the flying sword that the monk used during his lifetime. Sword! And the power of this flying sword has nothing to do with the person who resolves the soul power..." Chang Li frowned and rephrased: "Let's put it this way, if the sword gall is resolved, it means that the monk can be invited at any time. His soul comes out to command the flying sword he used during his lifetime! Even if an ordinary person resolves the courage of the sword, he can still use that extremely powerful flying sword."
Guo Huan was afraid that Wen Leyang would not faint, just like in a debate, so as soon as Chang Li finished speaking, he immediately said: "A monk who can practice sword courage will have a flying sword that is pretty good, at least it will not be weaker than I's Yin and Yang difference." Even when my body is not destroyed, let alone encountering Jian Gu's true form, even if I really meet that kind of person who later refines Jian Gu, I will avoid provoking him."
The sword master is dead, but the flying sword still exists. The sword gall seals itself and is separated from the flying sword. The person who can break the seal of the sword gall and dissolve the soul power is the owner of the flying sword.
Although the sword gallbladder is a rare treasure, not everyone can use it, and the self-seal is certainly not easy to break. Refining the soul power of the sword gallbladder will give you the divine sword; if you can't refine the sword gallbladder, the sword gallbladder will not be of much use. At most, it will be a flying sword of good quality. At first, Yu Lingzi didn't know the difference and refined the fire tail into his own. Feijian is still a third-rate monk.
Grandpa's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes at some point, and he snatched 'Fire Tail' back from old man Gongye for nothing.
After I was convinced, I lay down on the fire tail and screamed in anxiety. It was too small and could only throw its whole body on the sword, unable to participate in the fight. I beat the tail and was so anxious that the old man coughed and flicked it coolly. , I was so convinced that I flew away.
I was convinced that it was a psychic insect, and my body curled up in a ball of grievance. Instead of stinging the old man who was obsessed with money, I turned a series of somersaults in mid-air and fell into Wen Leyang's hand. I rubbed my head sadly against the master's hand. , Wen Leyang smiled bitterly and stretched out his fingers to caress its plump body a few times: "We can't avenge this..."
This sword has been wandering in the world for an unknown number of years, and its sharpness has long been washed away. Even such a well-informed demon immortal cannot recognize its true face. Only masters like old man Gongye who refine weapons can't recognize it. Only by the absence of any trace of water and fire tempering on its body can we judge its true form.
The uncle held Huowei in his arms and asked the others with a smile on his face: "How to break the seal, and how to refine the soul power in the sword gall?"
He and Gongye looked at each other and shook their heads. Everyone had only heard of the words "refining sword gallbladder", and no one knew how to do it specifically.
But Bao Huan burst into laughter in the jade sword, as if he had been waiting for the uncle to ask: "Boss Wen, don't even think about refining this sword gall, it has been owned for a long time! Moreover, I also know where the divine sword above the sword gallbladder is!"
Wen Leyang asked casually: "Where?"
Unexpectedly, Bao Huan let out an unexpected laugh and cursed: "It takes thousands of years to meet such an idiot!" Then he paused for a moment and asked inexplicably: "Do you think so?"
When everyone was wondering, another kind and warm voice sounded from the jade sword, saying with a bit of smile: "A pure and kind person stands upright, not stupid, not stupid, not stupid."
With a chuckle, he was the first to react, and Juisheng cheered: "The old master of Sanwei wakes up!"
The old master of Sanwei also laughed: "Wake up, wake up! This dream has lasted for thousands of years, and now I'm awake."
The grandfather was stamping his feet anxiously next to him. He didn’t understand why he was talking, and ran from the end of the fire to bed. With a ringing smile, he brought the topic back: "Sanwei, wait a moment, I’ll wake you up first." That silly boy!" He said, paused, and then continued to speak sonorously and forcefully: "Boy, the sword that Jian Dan is connected to was first in the Qilian Mountains, and then went to Shanghai, and now it is in the snow in the east of Gradand top… "
Wen Leyang screamed strangely, and the whole person jumped up: "Liujin Fire Bell?!"
Bao Huan's tone was irresistible: "That's right, otherwise there wouldn't be such a fire-tempered and powerful divine sword in the world that is willing to save your life again and again!"
When the giant pangolin broke the ground, he also told Wen Leyang that the 'Flowing Gold Fire Bell' could not be used by anyone at all. It could only be used to scare people, and the soul left behind by the previous owner could not be found in the sword.
Wen Leyang's heart was pounding and his mind went blank. He stammered and asked: "You mean... I am the owner of this sword?"
"Fart!" Bao Huan yelled back immediately: "Think about it with your stupid mind, who calls the giant sword here every time, and who sings with the giant sword reluctantly?"
Wen Leyang opened his mouth and held up the cup in his hand. I was convinced.
I obeyed, stretched my body and tested it twice, jumped suddenly, jumped into Wen Leyang's mouth, and spun around a few times with a proud scream.
His eyes flowed like water waves, looking at his uncle: "What was it like when Wen Leyang hit the tail of the fire
Wen Tunhai didn't dare to be late. He thought carefully and muttered: "Wen Leyang hit Huo Tail with the wrong punch..." As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and swung his fingers quickly to make gestures: "Fire Tail turned into a Drunken Sword. Then Wen Leyang severely injured Yu Lingzi, the fire tail whined and fell to the ground, and the insects pounced on it, and then I put away the flying sword, and finally... "
Li coughed and rolled his eyes playfully at his uncle: "There's no need to talk about what happened next." Then he tilted his head and looked up and down at Wen Leyang who was hurriedly taking out bugs from his mouth, and finally sighed: "This is What luck!" After a moment, he added something shocking and unfinished: ***! ()(Quanben Novel Network www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)