Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 22 The brilliance of Jianxiu, the ancient fire workshop

"The only one who can defeat the sword repair is the sword repair."

This sentence comes from 4 years ago, the last master of Jianzhai, which symbolizes the glory of swordsman monks, and also means the last glorious end of the era of swordsmanship.

It can be said that the entire Xuanhuang world was brought down by the sword cultivator, but the sword cultivator conquered this world, and this world can no longer accept the rule of the sword cultivator after the Tianxin is condensed.

Not to mention that this world and other cultivators can't bear it, even the sword cultivator himself can't bear it: when there are more wolves than sheep, everyone can't get enough to eat.This analogy is not so appropriate, but it is still suitable.

In the early stage, it was okay when the frontiers were conquered and the territory was expanded. When the boundaries of the whole world gradually stabilized, the sword cultivators who could not find their opponents began to attack each other.

They fly with their swords, happy to enmity, their natal sword energy, tearing the sky and the earth.

Duty to kill, disdain heretics.

In other words, except for fighting, they have almost no production capacity. Although they have laid down a large territory, it is difficult to manage the entire world well.

Finally, 4 years ago, the sword cultivator's inheritance completely declined due to his own crazy internal fighting and the besieging of other Taoist monks.

Now, except for some inheritances in Longzhou in the Central Region and Qinzhou in the Eastern Region, there are almost no real swordsmanship monks.

Of course, the last crazy counterattack of sword cultivators in that era also brought great pain to the whole world, so that for 4 years, monks from all continents have subconsciously shunned and hated flying swords, and gave other types of magic weapons extremely Large living and development space.

It's just that time is the best medicine to cure everything. After 4 years, the popularity of flying swords has gradually risen again. After all, this is the imprint inscribed in the blood of monks.

A good flying sword is excellent whether it is used for flying or guarding the road. Among the craftsmen, the ancient profession of swordsmiths has gradually branched out again.

Fang Ang is such a monk.It was also the reason why Zhang Lie asked him for help.

A first-class sharpshooter is not only excellent in his shooting skills, he is often proficient in firearm assembly and even firearm modification knowledge.

It is precisely based on this that Zhang Lie just considered to understand and study the flying sword from another aspect. At the same time, he used the scattered sword principles in the Disha sword scriptures to integrate with the Shenyuan Huasha method, and Zhang Lie also felt a faint feeling in his heart. There is a strange feeling of excitement.

Fang Ang, Mu Yun's Taoist companion and swordsmith, is a very honest person. After he understood Zhang Lie's thoughts, he did not accept the spirit stone given by Zhang Lie. Instead, he chose to take Zhang Lie to Zongmenfang City to go to Looking for a real master swordsmith.

"Since Senior Brother Zhang is determined to learn the art of making swords, I thank you for taking back the Shuiyun Sword. But I must know everything I know. However, this spirit stone of yours can also be used to hire another person , if you can hire him, combined with our experience in swordsmithing, we will definitely be able to gain more for the senior brother."

Fang Ang is a very talented swordsmith, whether it is his family or his apprenticeship, he is in the same line as the craftsman. With these relationships, Fang Ang has a good understanding of the character of most craftsmen in the sect. , The refining level is almost all well known.

After Zhang Lie understood this, he felt relieved to let him take him with him.

Honghefang City, one of the large-scale cities in the Golden Rainbow Valley, although the distance is very close, but Zhang Lie devoted himself to practicing martial arts and swordsmanship, but almost never came here. This time, he was brought by Mu Yun and Fang Ang. It was a time when I saw the prosperity and buzz of people in Fangshi.

Honghefang City already belongs to the gateway area of ​​the Golden Rainbow Valley. It belongs to the fourth-level Fang City. There are many, and the popularity is naturally very prosperous.

Under the leadership of Fang Ang, the three turned around and found an old shop hidden in the corner of Fangshi.

The shop looked a bit dilapidated, and there was a flag hanging in front of the door, with five large characters written in squares on it: Gujia Huo Refining Workshop.

"My uncle, although his temperament is a little weird, but the level of refining is nothing to say."

"I'm not dead, boasting that I can make the best flying sword, what's the result? You return my refining materials, and I tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will smash your shabby shop."

Fang Ang was bragging to Zhang Lie and Mu Yun about his uncle who lived in the city, and such scolding came from the fire refining workshop.

The three of them looked at each other and quickened their pace to take a look.

I saw a young monk wearing Taoist robes, holding an old man by the neckline, and punching him.

In the smoky refining shop, there is a turquoise flying sword in the middle of the furnace, cracked and damaged, and its spiritual energy has been exhausted.

"Stop it, stop it, something went wrong with the refiner, we'll just pay you the spirit stone at the price, how dare you do it here?"

Fang Ang had a sincere temperament, and ran up in three steps at a time, and reached out to hold the young monk's arm.

However, Zhang Lie and Mu Yun did not run over. Mu Yun is a female cultivator, and her first reaction when encountering such a thing is not to do it.

But Zhang Lie looked at the young monk's face full of redness and grievance. He didn't look like an unreasonable troublemaker. On the contrary, it was the old man who was being held by the neck by him, with drunken eyes and a rascal look.

"Fang Ang, don't stop him, let him fight, let him fight!"

"It's good if you hit me. If he hits me, I don't have to pay him any more spirit stones. If you hit me, hit me quickly. If you dare not hit me, you will be my grandson!"

While talking, the old man surnamed Gu pushed Fang Ang away and sent one side of his face up, just to let the other party punch him.

"you you……"

The young monk was on the verge of tears.

The casual cultivator worked desperately, and it was not easy to get some good materials. He got it in Honghefang City and wanted to forge a good flying sword for himself.

From now on, it will be counted on by Xiaoyao Tiandi to eliminate demons and defend Taoism.

Originally, I wanted to go to a large refining shop, but when I was hesitating in front of several big shops, I met this old shameless old man who didn't have an old face, and used his words to trick him into refining flying swords.

The young monk had already refined the second-tier middle-grade flying sword, and he was already very satisfied.

As a result, during the process, the old man insisted on using some secret technique, saying that it could greatly improve the quality of the flying sword, and even refine a high-grade flying sword from it. Then, the already condensed shape of the weapon exploded.

Now the material is completely destroyed, and nothing is left.

After telling the cause of the incident, the young monk really cried, and he didn't really hit the old man on the head, so he wiped his tears and walked out of the shop.

Zhang Lie didn't stop him, he believed in other people's nature so easily, and he needed to be stimulated by such things, and after a while, he might be able to go further on the road in the future.

"Hey, Fang Ang, what are you doing here with me?"

"..." Fang Ang looked at Zhang Lie after hearing the words.

He originally wanted Zhang Lie to learn the art of swordsmithing from his ancient uncle, but now that this happened in person, he couldn't say a word he originally wanted to say.

"Oh, Senior Brother Fang wants to introduce me to learn the art of making swords from you." Fang Ang couldn't open his mouth, but Zhang Lie didn't hesitate.

First, from his point of view, Fang Ang is a sincere person. He said that the old man surnamed Gu in front of him is skilled in refining weapons, so there is a high probability that he is really very skilled.

Second, it is difficult for outsiders to know the craftsmanship of a newly opened store without trying it.But old shops that can survive for a long time often have good craftsmanship. The rags and flags outside have been smoldering for many years. With the bad character of this person in front of him, he has opened the refining shop for so many years and has not closed it. , indicating that it is really very means.

Moreover, in the shop, Zhang Lie had also seen the damaged broken sword lying obliquely in the furnace. The refining materials were relatively ordinary, and with such refining materials, a second-order middle-grade flying sword could be refined, and There is still room to force it up, although it failed in the end, it can only show that the other party is very gambler, but they have skills.

"These are the rites of learning. For the next two years, I will ask the ancient master to take care of them. Please look over them."

While talking, Zhang Lie took out a bag of spirit stones and placed them in front of the old man. 200 yuan of spirit stones is already a lot of money, and an ordinary second-order high-grade magic weapon costs only [-] to [-] spirit stones Up and down, the net income is not so much.

"Hey, what a good day it is today. Fat sheep are delivered to the door one after another, and the wine money for the past two years has come out."

Gutou directly picked up the spirit stone that Zhang Lie put down and took it into the house.

At this time, Mu Yun moved to Zhang Lie and softly persuaded him: "Junior Brother Zhang, can you still trust this man with his attitude?"

"Senior Sister Mu, I can trust Senior Brother Fang Ang. Anyway, Senior Brother Fang Ang will teach me here. If this senior is willing to give me some pointers, just give me a few pointers. There is no loss if I don't give pointers. What's more, even if he doesn't If you are willing to give advice to me, you should also be willing to give advice to Senior Brother Fang Ang, what is the difference from directly giving advice to me?"

From this day onwards, there were two more diligent apprentices in the Gu family's crafting shop.

After a period of time, many customers would rather go to Fang Ang forging than to go to the old man with a higher level of cultivation, because Fang Ang's crafting techniques are sophisticated and calm, and he is very cautious when refining magic weapons. The refined flying swords are of lower grade, and they will not take risks and waste all the materials.

The old man, on the other hand, refused to give up until he squeezed out the full potential of all the refining materials, which resulted in the artifacts he refined either exceeding the material level, or blowing up the shape and using up all the materials.

And Zhang Lie also gradually understood the material selection, structure, shape, and mana rune circuit of Feijian during this learning process.

(End of this chapter)