Chapter 211 I’m going to go!
At night, the refinery is filled with fireworks.
The masters and blacksmiths of the sword-making shop had all left early and went home to hug their wives and warm the kang. At this time, there were only two people and one deer left in the workshop.
On the blacksmithing table, a green dragon gun lay horizontally, with exquisite patterns outlined on it, which was extremely perfect.
"This gun..."
Ou Yeping stroked the handle of the spear and frowned: "There is actually a trace of spirituality in this spear? It is really rare. Mr. Ning, where did you get this spear?"
Ning Daoran pointed at the big stupid deer: "Pull it out of your good disciple's butt."
"Ouch~~~"
The big stupid deer barked, indicating how such a shameful thing could be said so loudly.
"No wonder you want to recast this gun."
Ou Yeping groaned and said: "I have made countless heavy weapons in my life, but the best weapon is a top-grade spiritual weapon-level heavy hammer. This gun of yours has a chance to compete with the legendary magic weapon-level heavy hammer." ”
Ning Daoran nodded: "I also have this intention, but I don't know where to start. Does the old man have any suggestions?"
"Simple."
Ou Yeping said solemnly: "After this gun is melted and re-refined, one kilogram of ink gold and ten kilograms of gold essence are added. In addition, if the spiritual marrow refined from the spine of a third-order monster can be added to it, it will become a magic weapon-level heavy weapon." The chance of using the weapon will be greater. Of course, recasting this gun will test your hammering skills, and hammering skills are the key to success. ”
"Don't worry, old man, Lao Lu's hammering skills are now superb!"
"That's natural. It doesn't matter whose disciple you are."
Ou Yeping stroked his beard, looking satisfied.
A few days ago, every time Big Stupid Deer struck with a hammer, something unexpected happened. Ou Yeping had never seen that kind of divine will. At this time, he had confirmed that Big Stupid Deer's hammering skills were indeed better than those of others. , and wins by a lot.
So, Ning Daoran cooperated with Dabenlu and began to recast the Qinglong Spear.
The refinery was vacated, leaving only two people and one deer.
When Dabenlu began to melt the Azure Dragon Spear, Ning Daoran took out a complete backbone of the Hantan dragon from the storage bag. This was the backbone of a mid-level third-order monster. It had been dead for twenty years and still had a chill. out.
Ou Yeping tightened his collar. He actually felt the chill in this hot workshop, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp, confirming that what Ning Xiaozi had brought out must be some extraordinary material.
"Hu~~"
Ning Daoran spit out a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire and began to burn his spine.
About two hours later, the spine turned red, and from the tail of the spine, drops of silver liquid flowed out. The flow rate was extremely slow, and it took about tens of breaths for a drop to flow out.
These are the spiritual marrow of the Hantan Dragon. After enduring the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, there is still a bone-chilling chill!
In the end, an entire spine that was tens of meters long was burned to pieces, but only a small bowl of spiritual marrow was obtained, which was given directly to the big stupid deer.
Bai Lu is the main person in charge of recasting the Qinglong Spear this time. Ning Daoran is just a deputy who assists in the refining. He does not have the hammering skills of returning to nature. Professional matters are left to professional Lu. Ning Daoran is heartbroken. This point is still there.
“Yoyo~~~”
In the early morning, the big stupid deer roared brightly, and began to refine precious materials such as spiritual marrow, ink gold, and gold essence into the molten liquid of the Qinglong Gun one by one, and began to reshape it, repeatedly hammering away impurities.
Ning Daoran also started to get busy.
The golden elixir was released, his hands flew up, and he took out a series of third-order mid-grade dragon scales to refine them, and then carved spiritual patterns on the fine scales.
After that, the core of the micro-formation is constructed with spiritual patterns.
There are many types of formations, with effects such as weight gain, spirit gathering, and mana amplification.
"Old deer, take it and put it all in."
He waved his hand, and more than two hundred miniature formations turned into stars lying above the head of the big stupid deer.
"Ouch!"
Dabenlu is like a skilled pancake maker. He forges the pancakes as if he were making pancakes. After every dozens of hammer blows, he adds a little coriander, fried dough sticks, cucumbers, tenderloin, etc., oh no, he adds various miniatures. The core of the formation.
This process lasted for so long that Ou Yeping even fell asleep.
His life was short, his blood was exhausted, and he was almost on his deathbed. How could he still have such good physical strength to stay in the refinery, but he really wanted to see the first magic weapon-level work of this closed disciple. , so he stayed by the side.
Three full days later.
With the last hammering of the big stupid deer, after the weapon was finally quenched, there was a "buzz" sound, and a ray of golden aura flowed throughout the body of the new big green dragon.
Immediately afterwards, the majestic spiritual energy contained in the weapon continued to surge out, and suddenly the entire spear looked like it was covered with a layer of dark blue frost.
At this time, the Daqinglong already possesses part of the cold nature of the Hantan Dragon!
"Yo yo!"
The big stupid deer is standing, holding the big blue dragon in its front hooves and holding it out.
"It's done!"
Ning Daoran's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to hold the big green dragon.
But the moment the big stupid deer let go, Ning Daoran felt a sinking feeling. Good guy, the recast big green dragon was at least twice as heavy. Fortunately, he was now a golden elixir great monk, and his blood and energy were greatly enhanced. , otherwise it may not be possible to dance.
Third level top grade, magic weapon level weapon!
Ning Daoran's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that the finally formed Da Qinglong would be a top-grade magic weapon!
Firstly, it depends on the rare and expensive materials used. Secondly, the returning-to-nature-level hammering technique of Big Benlu is really powerful. Thirdly, Daqinglong itself has spirituality. In the recasting, this spirituality was completely restored by Bigback. Save it.
"I...can I touch it?"
On the side, Ou Yeping was extremely excited.
He knew he couldn't lift it, so he just asked if he could touch it.
"Okay." Ning Daoran raised the big green dragon to his chest.
The old man stretched out his hand to touch the texture on the handle of the gun. His palms trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of excitement. When he touched the blade all the way, he did not dare to touch it. The sharp edge of the gun blade was exposed, and it would inevitably bleed if touched.
This is Ning Daoran's weapon and cannot be overstepped.
"Boss Ning, what are you waiting for? Refining weapons with blood!" The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Okay!"
Ning Daoran immediately forced out a mouthful of blood essence, which was quickly absorbed by the sharp tip of the spear. Suddenly, the entire Green Dragon Spear "buzzed", as if a real dragon was roaring inside.
The refining process only took a moment, and not long after, the Azure Dragon Spear had once again soul-matched with Ning Daoran, and once again became one of his treasures.
A magic weapon-level weapon, it is known as a "magic weapon" in the blacksmithing world.
Even the Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect would take decades to produce a divine weapon, but they never thought that Da Ben Lu would be able to produce a divine weapon after eighteen years of apprenticeship in the sword-making shop!
"Hahahaha~~~"
Ou Yeping sat on the stool, holding his thigh and suddenly laughed.
He suddenly thought about the scene when he wanted to join the Shenbing Sect when he was young, but was ridiculed by Mo Yunting, Mo Shaoting and others. He also thought about how much the swordsmith shop had endured in front of the Shenbing Sect for hundreds of years. humiliation.
Nowadays, who dares to say that the sword-making skills of the sword-making shop are not as good as those of the Shenbing Sect?
Just now, when Da Qinglong was quenching for the last time, a ray of light rushed out of the sword-making shop.
That aura is the vision of the birth of the divine weapon. Most people may not know it, but old blacksmiths and swordsmiths can see it at a glance.
The Shenbing Sect arranged so many informants in Fanshu City that it would be difficult not to spread the word.
Thinking of this, Ou Yeping smiled happily.
"Hahahahaha~~~"
The old man laughed heartily.
Then, smiling and laughing, he was about to die.
……
"Boy Ning, disciple, come here."
Ou Yeping's face turned pale and he leaned lightly against the wall behind him.
His lifespan has officially been exhausted.
"Old man, what are your last words?" Ning Daoran asked.
"I don't have any last words. After accepting this closed disciple, I have no regrets anymore. My little apprentice actually created a magic weapon. What regrets can I, Ou Yeping, have? Hahahahaha~~~"
After Ou Yeping breathlessly laughed a few times, he patted his storage bag, took out a golden token and some house deeds, and said, "This is the token of the shopkeeper of the sword-making shop. , and the property deeds are all here.”
He looked at Ning Daoran and said: "Although I have had a Taoist companion in my life, she died in the Middle Way and did not leave any sons and a half daughters. Now I am the only one left, and none of the descendants of the Ouye family have matured. So... I will leave this shop to you.”
He smiled slightly: "I know that you are just passers-by in Fan Book City, and you will eventually leave, but it doesn't matter. I believe that you will handle this sword-making shop properly. It is better to leave it to you than to those incompetent descendants. .”
"Old man..."
Ning Daoran knelt down on one knee, took the token and contract document, and said, "Do you have any other last words?"
"No more."
Ou Yeping looked at Bailu and said, "My good disciple, I will pass on Master's craftsmanship from now on. No matter how far you go, don't forget that it was Master who brought you in."
"Ouch~~~"
The big stupid deer also knelt on the ground, with tears in his eyes.
"Don't cry."
Ou Yeping smiled and said: "I died at the age of two hundred and twenty. I am happy and sad. There is nothing to cry about."
He sat upright on the small bench, straightened his clothes, and said in a weak voice: "I'm gone, don't worry about me, you all need to be well... I'm going too!"
As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes, and without any breath anymore, he sat down and passed away.
……
"Old man, let's go..."
"Yoyo..."
One person and one deer are a little sad, but Ou Yeping's funeral can only be arranged by them.
Soon after, Sang Pingan came.
The sword-making masters in the sword-making shop all showed sadness after learning that Ou Yeping had passed away. Although the old man was strict on weekdays, he never deducted wages. He would give what was needed and teach what was needed. This alone surpasses most evil bosses.
In the sword-making shop, they played music and played in mourning for the old man.
……
Hongye Valley, Shenbing Sect.
After the news came, Mo Yunting and Mo Shaoting were greatly shocked.
"There was a vision of a divine weapon being born in the sword shop last night..."
"Ou Yeping died early in the morning..."
Mo Shaoting frowned and said, "Could it be said that before Ou Yeping died, he finally perfected his hammering skills and created the last work in his life, the only artifact?"
(End of chapter)