Chapter 389 Are they possessed by evil spirits
In the blacksmith shop, many master blacksmiths and apprentices also packed up their things to eat and rest.
They were really tired these days. The Northwest Frontier Army needed too many weapons. The Ordnance Department had dozens of carriages waiting to transport them early every morning.
Not to mention the blacksmith who was responsible for hammering, even the apprentice who was only responsible for lighting the fire was very tired.
Fortunately, their salaries have increased a lot recently, giving them more work to do.
"Master Yuan, are you still training?" someone said hello.
"Well, just give it a few more blows and then go back." Yuan Bingqi said without raising his head.
He has always been the most special one in the blacksmith camp, always practicing the Hundred Refining Techniques and doing nothing else.
Although you can't make as much money as others by making weapons, it doesn't matter.
Yuan Bingqi's family background is not bad, but now that he has a master's salary, he has no shortage of food and drink, which actually makes him more determined to hone his skills.
It's just that the Hundred Refining Technique has reached a bottleneck recently, and the tempering speed is getting slower and slower, which makes him doubt whether the Hundred Refining level has reached its limit.
After all, this is just pig iron. It is rare in the world to be able to forcibly refine it to the middle or fifth level by relying on the Hundred Refining Method.
A few more hammers were struck, but there was no change in the extremely high-quality pig iron.
Yuan Bingqi shook his head, put down the hammer, and wiped away the large beads of sweat on his head.
He exhaled heavily and stared at the piece of pig iron for a moment before starting to pack his things.
After gathering everything, Yuan Bingqi stepped out of the blacksmith shop.
My arms got a chance to rest, but my heart felt very heavy.
Could it be that my Hundred Refining Techniques can only go so far?
All the way to the blacksmith shop, Yuan Bingqi glanced inside subconsciously.
Jiang Lin had already left, and he could only see the Hengyu Furnace with rising earthy yellow flames, and the Sun-Rising Bow that exuded hazy light.
When he took the next step, Yuan Bingqi's body suddenly stopped.
He turned his head again and looked at the blacksmith shop in astonishment.
The thick aura became extremely clear at this moment, attracting all his attention like a magic sound.
The direction of his toes slowly changed, and Yuan Bingqi walked into the blacksmith shop while holding on to the wooden beams.
Taking advantage of the firelight of the Hengyu furnace, he saw the piece of pig iron placed on the anvil.
Slowly walking closer, looking at the pig iron that was nine inches long and half an inch wide, the heavy aura became stronger and stronger.
The firelight flickered, shining on the cast iron, and the complicated patterns were looming.
"This is..."
Yuan Bingqi's eyes widened slightly: "Hundred Refining Method?"
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick up the piece of pig iron. However, he grabbed it with both hands and tried his best to shake it.
You know, this piece of pig iron was made by Jiang Lin using one meter square pig iron and forcibly hammered it into such a small size.
It looks small, but is actually terrifyingly heavy.
Not to mention Yuan Bingqi, even if a master of the seventh or eighth level of martial arts came, he couldn't lift it.
Yuan Bingqi did not try to pick it up again. He only bent down and got closer, staring at the patterns on it for a closer look.
The more he looked, the more frightened he became.
The five illuminated branches of the magical treasure tree prove that this is a piece of pig iron that has reached the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon.
And itself, without other materials, is iron.
The extremely complex texture proves that its Hundred Refining Levels reach at least thousands.
Yuan Bingqi's mouth went dry looking at it. His Hundred Refining Levels currently reached thousands.
But compared with this piece of pig iron, the difference in grade is really huge.
However, Yuan Bingqi was not discouraged, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Can we reach this level just by relying on pig iron and the Hundred Refining Method!"
"No matter how ordinary materials are, in Mr. Jiang's hands, they can turn decay into magic!"
"There is no limit to the Hundred Refining Method, it's just that I'm too weak!"
"This is the top hundred refining methods in the world, far superior to mine a thousand times, ten thousand times!"
Yuan Bingqi's fingertips slid slowly on the cast iron, as if he were worshiping a holy object, his face full of enthusiasm.
He found his faith.
Became a believer.
How did Jiang Lin know that he just wanted to create a strong enough chaos arrow, but it would bring such a big impact to Yuan Bingqi.
At this time, the two children had finished eating.
"Go to Xia Shanliu and ask for some Bafang True Pills." Jiang Lin ordered.
"I'm going!" Song Ziyan immediately jumped off the stool and ran away quickly.
Sheng Yingchun had no intention of competing with him, but came over and asked: "Master, what should we learn next?"
Jiang Lin’s voice was clear and his words were simple: “A heavy weight is as light as a light weight.”
Sheng Yingchun was stunned when she heard it. She understood what it meant to lift a heavy weight but act lightly.
But, what does this have to do with martial arts?
When he came to the alchemy area, Song Ziyan saw several old alchemy masters sitting there, and shouted: "Alchemy Master Xia, master asked me to come and get the eight true elixirs."
They were all disciples of Jiang Lin, but the old alchemy masters were too old. Sheng Yingchun and Song Ziyan were too embarrassed to call them junior disciples, so they could only call them alchemy masters.
Xia Shanliu pointed to the side: "It's all there."
Song Ziyan ran over and opened a jar, which was filled with Bafang Zhendan.
In the past, you had to rely on rewards to get a few pills, but now it has become very common here. With the skill level of a few veteran alchemists, it is too easy to refine such elementary pills. Song Ziyan didn't know how much to take, so he simply picked up the whole jar and looked over curiously.
I saw Xia Shanliu and others, each holding a round pill, looking at it very intently.
They were so absorbed in what they were watching, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them.
Song Ziyan didn't know what was so good about a pill, so he closed the lid and went back.
Xia Shanliu didn't care how many Bafang True Pills he took, he only stared at the Nine Pattern Pills in his hand, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
"It's perfect..."
Another old alchemist murmured from the side: "The endless mysteries are all in this elixir."
"If you can understand this elixir, you can expect a great road..."
Originally, Jiang Lin just wanted to use a relatively high-quality elixir to send away a few old alchemists so as not to delay his work.
Who would have thought that they would actually take understanding this elixir as a big deal.
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All kinds of murmuring words coming out of the mouths of these old alchemists, combined with the gloomy environment, seemed a bit scary.
Those who didn’t know better thought they were possessed by evil spirits.
Song Ziyan ran back quickly, and when he arrived in front of Jiang Lin, he put down the jar filled with Bafang True Pills.
"Master, I always feel that Master Xia and others are acting strangely. Did they eat the wrong thing?" Song Ziyan asked.
"Probably not. They are alchemists after all. How could they eat the wrong thing?" Jiang Lin didn't take it too seriously. After opening the lid, he grabbed a few pills and looked at them.
Most of them have three lines and four lines, and occasionally there are five lines. As for the six lines, there is only one in this handful.
Jiang Lin handed the six-striped one to Sheng Yingchun, and gave two five-striped ones to Song Ziyan, saying, "Try the efficacy first."
The two children took the elixir without any hesitation and put it directly into their mouths.
The power of the medicine dissolved quickly, promoting their continuous growth in cultivation.
Old Man Wei came over and said: "The medicinal soup is also ready."
"Wait until their cultivation level is improved before going." Jiang Lin said.
The braying of the old gray donkey was heard not far away. Old Man Wei glanced at the remaining Bafang True Pills beside him and said, "I'll take two."
Jiang Lin naturally didn't take it seriously. Even if Old Man Wei took a hundred of the Bafang True Pills, it wouldn't matter.
Old Man Wei said to take two, that’s two.
Holding the elixir in hand, he came to the donkey cart and looked at the old gray donkey with white breath coming from his nose. He stepped forward and stuffed two Bafang Zhendan into the donkey's mouth, then laughed and cursed.
"You beast, you also know how to eat good food."
The old gray donkey has been doing very well recently. He takes Sifang Health Pills. Old Man Wei comes over and feeds him a few pills whenever he has something to do.
The fur on his body became increasingly shiny, and slender new hair grew under his hooves.
The two eyes are bright and bright, and the spirit is becoming more and more full.
This is not the first time that Old Gray Donkey has taken Bafang Zhendan.
This kind of elixir, which can increase martial arts cultivation, is actually useful if eaten.
It's just that there are no fairies in this world. Monsters and the like are all alien species raised by nature, not acquired through cultivation.
Therefore, the aura of the old gray donkey gradually became stronger, but it was just that it was easy to pull the donkey cart, and it did not make people feel that there was any big change.
Only gradually can I understand people's words, which makes many people find it interesting.
Feeling the breath of the old gray donkey, it sprang forward again, and Old Man Wei patted its body cheerfully.
The old gray donkey lowered his head and kneaded over him affectionately, as if to please him.
Sheng Yingchun and Song Ziyan digested the power of the medicine very quickly. They chopped pig iron every day and made their bodies very strong, much better than martial arts of the same level.
At this time, the cultivation of both of them has grown to the sixth level of martial arts.
Seeing that his aura showed signs of stopping growing, Jiang Lin grabbed a few five-marked elixirs again and popped them into their mouths, continuing to promote their cultivation progress.
Such cramming methods pushed the two people's cultivation to the pinnacle of martial arts in a very short period of time.
And the entire jar of elixirs was also consumed to a great extent.
That is, Jiang Lin was willing to use so many pills to build two martial arts peaks. If it were anyone else, I am afraid that only the powerful clans with deep foundations or the royal family of Daqian could do this.
When Old Man Wei came back, the two children happened to open their eyes.
Their aura is powerful, but unstable.
The advantage of relying on pill piles to cultivate is that it is very fast, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to master such a huge power in a short period of time, and it is also a huge burden on the body.
But with Jiang Lin, a master at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm, nothing would happen even if the two children's true meridians were stretched to burst.
At this time, both of them were covered in blood.
The power of the elixir was too much for them to bear for a while, and their blood vessels burst.
"Go and make a medicinal soup." Jiang Lin said.
Song Ziyan and Sheng Yingchun immediately walked towards their respective rooms.
Without saying a word, Old Man Wei followed Song Ziyan in. Not long after, he heard the child's gasp coming from inside the room.
"It hurts!"
In another room, Sheng Yingchun was also helped into the barrel by Jiang Xiu.
Gritting his teeth and squatting down, he suddenly felt so painful that he started to sweat all over his body, and his face turned pale.
Jiang Xiu looked distressed and complained: "Is your master crazy? Can't you take your time and see how much trouble you have suffered!"
(End of chapter)