Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 22 Good thing

On the field road which was about Zhang Xu wide, came a barefoot black man with baskets in his hands.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a layer of brilliance on the man's body, and the man laughed and laughed and called out: "Brother Mou, you are too impatient, it's not dark yet, go to Qianxiu Tower to drink flowers and listen to music, It's early."

Chen Mou was wearing a green cloth Taoist robe, with the sleeves fluttering in the breeze, his figure was tall and straight, with a somewhat fairy-like demeanor.

After staying in the market for a long time, he has been fascinated by all kinds of meat and vegetables, and he retorted: "Brother Mo works day and night, this body is well-raised and cherished. A spirit stone is not easy."

This is his new friend Mo Fu who is waiting for him.

A vigorous Lingzhi husband who lived on the mountain above his head and planted [-] acres of spiritual fields. He was served by a pair of beautiful maids at home, and he always liked to drag him to Qianxiu Tower.

Otherwise, for a serious Taoist cultivator like him, how would he know that there is a place like "Qianxiu Tower" where monks have fun?

Not to mention the exorbitant price of two spirit stones to drink flower wine and five spirit stones to stay overnight?
He and Mo Fu became friends because they were still in the back mountain Jianping of the Lun Dao Hall. Both of them learned swords under Master Luo. When they came back from school, they found out that they were on the same road, and they were neighbors on a short hill. They got acquainted after chatting. Temperament is quite congenial.

In order to learn the real unique skills from Master Luo, Mo Fu spent a lot of saliva, and invited Master Luo to Qianxiu Tower to discuss swords, and it was an honor for Chen Mou to accompany him as an accomplice.

Then, a window to a new world opened.

It can't be closed anymore.

Mo Fu laughed loudly, and stretched out the basket in front of him to Chen Mou. There were several thick and large wandering eels in it. He smiled with a bit of a dirty look: "Eat what you eat, don't talk to me later. This mud leg that works day and night grabs food."

The two talked and laughed along the gravel mountain road to a green brick courtyard on the top of the mountain.

The courtyard door opened with a "squeak", and a petite maidservant with big eyes and a cute appearance stepped back to salute: "Master, you are back. Sui'er greets Mr. Chen."

Quickly got up and reached out to take the pole from Mo Fu's shoulder.

"Wow, what a big eel, I'll send it to Sister Dao'er for cooking, and I'll add another good dish tonight."

The petite maidservant left behind a gust of fragrant wind, carried the basket and swayed, and ran to the kitchen of the east room where the smoke was rising.

Mo Fu laughed and scolded "Fizzy", and invited Chen Mou to sit down in the main room. He went to wash up briefly, washed off the mud on his legs, changed into a set of robes and shoes, and came out to accompany the guests.

The two leisurely drank the fragrant tea offered by Sui'er, and chatted about some serious topics such as what they saw and heard in the harvesting workshop.

"I heard Lao Zhuangtou talk about a good thing this morning. He said that the 30-year opening of the Danyang Sect to accept disciples is still a year away. Casual cultivators of forging and other skills are recruited as outer disciples, and don't you know if the news is true or not?"

"Oh yes, Brother Mo is about to make it to the top. With your Lingzhi level, it's not difficult to grab a spot."

Chen Mou smiled.

But he didn't believe that such a good thing would fall on Sanxiu's head.

Mo Fu smiled and showed his white teeth, and said: "I have to inquire again, maybe there are some harsh conditions? There are several old guys who are good at farming in the market, and I don't know how many places there are?" He said: "You You can also fight for it, how have you learned your forging skills?"

"I still have a long way to go, just two years later."

Chen Mou was not sure in his heart, he still didn't know how to forge magic weapons, so he decided to go to Fangshi tomorrow to find out the news.

No matter how chic the casual cultivators are, they are still at the bottom of the cultivation world. They are single and weak, and everyone wants to join the sect.

As the saying goes, "It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree", even for outer disciples, the cultivation resources and learning opportunities that can be obtained are not comparable to the casual cultivators in Hunfang City.

After a sumptuous dinner and a few cups of wine, when the sky darkened, Chen Mou borrowed a few books, bid farewell, and jumped down the mountain from the north where there was no road.

Don't drink flower wine often, it will hurt your wallet too much.

The sensuality sharpens the Dao heart, but it is also easy to get lost in it.

Chen Mou lit the oil lamp and read through the medical classics he borrowed for a while. To be a monk, you must study extensively so as not to miss the inconspicuous treasures on the road of practice. Help.

Half an hour later, I got up and walked to the yard to practice body and sword skills.

After more than three months of formal study, his Jiugong Sword has been made to look good. Master Luo taught him carefully, and he touched the threshold of "holding the yin and embracing the yang" with the sword, which is completely different from his own random training , what is lacking is only the accumulated heat precipitation.

However, Master Luo said that his talent in body skills and pile skills is better than that of sword practice.

After practicing swordsmanship, Chen Mou went back to the side room, lit the stove, and picked up the magic weapon sword embryo on the table with pliers. It was also the only piece he found. Today he became interested and wanted to forge Try your hand.

For this embryo, he folded and hammered it repeatedly with a small hammer for several nights, and he was only one step away from forming it.

It is said that the foundation-building cultivator can use a furnace to perform a more advanced melting method, which is far from the forging method he has learned so far, which is derived from the ordinary blacksmith's skills.

Pull the bellows, heat up the furnace, put the sword embryo into the fire and burn it red. It took some time to add an iron braze with a small hammer, and chisel on the anvil to divide the sword embryo into two parts, and repeatedly burn the half of the sword embryo red. Forged, slowly knocked into the shape of a short dagger.

When it was the critical moment of quenching, he became a little nervous for no reason.

Seeing that the heat was enough, he decisively picked up the short dagger and threw it into the cold water of the stone trough.

When the water stopped bubbling, he picked up the quenched dagger with pliers and looked at it. There was doubt and a wry smile on his face. The surface of the dagger was covered with irregular cracks, which penetrated deep into the inside. It was his first attempt to forge a magic weapon. Failed.

The strange thing is that he did not find the problem.

He is sure that the forging is uniform and compact, and the quenching temperature is just right, so how could it fail?

Scanning the disused short dagger with the qi-watching technique, the original aura was almost lost. He suddenly thought of Senior Brother Wan who had nowhere to vent his pain, and felt a feeling of sympathy and sympathy.

Throwing away the discarded dagger, Chen Mou let the fire go out slowly by itself.

He walked out of the side room, pacing and thinking silently in the dark yard.

There must be a trick that he didn't realize, just like the secret of watching the fire, Master Zhong will not reveal it to them, and even intentionally or unintentionally lead the apprentices in the wrong direction, Wan Lin is a living example.

You can't be a man.

The atmosphere in the forging room the next day was more dull than usual.

Chen Mou was holding a small hammer, and he kindly instructed Fatty Xue to swing the sledgehammer, step by step to forge the ration of magic weapon embryos that must be completed every day, Wan Lin was taciturn and pulled the bellows, and did not participate in the occasional jokes between the two.

In the afternoon, Master Zhong appeared in the forging room and took over the small hammer. He also had to complete a certain number of finished magical artifacts every month, unless there were other orders.

Wan Lin handed over the bellows to Xue Biao, and handed over the receipt for paying the fine to Master Zhong.

Master Zhong glanced at it, indicating that he understood, picked up a magic weapon embryo and put it into the fire, and chatted with Chen Mou who picked up the sledgehammer about the weather and so on.

For more than two months, Ma Ergong and his friends have shown off their newly acquired unique swords everywhere, and brought many expensive orders to Forge Bing Pavilion for processing. Master Zhong designed more than ten novel swords according to the gourd painting. Received unanimous praise from laymen.

The rewards are soft, and the sect also has special rewards.

Master Zhong, who has gained both fame and fortune, is almost on the verge of being promoted to Foundation Establishment, and decides to return some favors to Chen Mou who brought him good luck.

Taking advantage of the topic to let Wan Lin, who has been targeting Chen Mou, sit on the bench is to punish Wan Lin, who has been with him for several years, for his lack of vision, and it is not a favor.

The favor he wants to pay back must be available.

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(End of this chapter)