"It must be my grandfather's refining weapon that has failed again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Mo Ling was a little embarrassed and looked at Lu Feng.

After all, her grandfather's condition is too embarrassing, all of them are black and gray, and more importantly, the butt part also shows a touch of snow white.

"How could it be, obviously all the proportions have been adjusted, why did this Canghai knife burst the furnace."

The old man looked puzzled, and did not pay any attention to the embarrassment at the moment.

This old man's identity is not simple, he is the president of the Inscription Guild of the Tianlin Kingdom, and he is honored as Mo Lao.

He is not only a martial artist in the True Martial Realm, but also a distinguished three-grade inscription master, who belongs to the first person in the entire Tianlin Dynasty, and even the royal family has to be polite when they meet Mo Lao, and they have to sit on an equal footing.

The inscription is divided into nine grades, but in fact, there has never been a nine-rank inscription master in the entire Eastern Xuan Domain, and the nine-rank inscription master only exists in legends.

In fact, even the eighth-rank inscription master counted on two hands in the entire history of the Eastern Xuan Domain, so the seventh-rank inscription master was already considered the top.

And Lu Feng was a fourth-grade inscription master in his previous life, and he could be called an inscription master, and he could sprint to the demon of the seventh-grade inscription master.

However, the inscription master of the third grade of the ink is proud enough to be proud in the Tianlin Dynasty, a barbarian land that even the powerhouses of the Tianwu Realm do not have.

"Grandpa, why don't you go and change your clothes." Mo Ling's voice was as pleasant as a lark, and he said helplessly.

More than ten years ago, Mo Lao took Mo Ling to settle in the Tianlin Dynasty.

"Don't be in a hurry, I have to think about the mistakes in the refining process."

Mo Lao waved his hand, only the existence of inscriptions in his eyes, and he didn't pay any attention to Dao Lu Feng.

"I don't know if the seniors can tell me the process of refining."

Lu Feng said that in his previous life, he dabbled in the formation of ideas, but he was well-versed, and he also had enough authority in refining weapons.

Hearing this, Mo Lao raised his eyes and saw that it was just a young man, and said impatiently: "Go and go, even the old man has no clue, how can you be proficient in inscriptions, the old man has no time to play with you." ”

"Grandpa, don't look down on people, this son knows that Ling'er has a special sense of music when he listens to my song, and he also tells me how to open up the Tianyin pulse."

Mo Ling said with a smile on his face.

"Celestial Sound Pulse!"

Mo Lao's heart jumped, and he looked at Lu Feng solemnly for the first time.

He was well-informed, and of course he had heard the strange vein of Tianyin.

It is the secret of an incomparably powerful force, and the only way to know how to open up this strange vein is to join that force.

How could this teenager, who looked no more than a teenager, know the Tianyin pulse.

"Okay, let you see it immediately when you don't see it in the next time." At this moment, while Mo Lao was pondering, Lu Feng said.

Mo Lao finally nodded, and took Lu Feng into the bamboo house that had exploded, and there were materials scattered all over the place, many of which were treasured.

And with the fryer, most of these materials have been scrapped.

"The old man is refining the ground-level high-grade weapon Canghai Knife, but he didn't think of the fryer, I don't know how high you are."

Old Mo told Lu Feng about the refining process one by one, and he didn't think that Lu Feng could see anything, just to meet his granddaughter's request.

In this world, Mo Lao cares most about this granddaughter in addition to the inscription.

Lu Feng nodded, and saw a dark blue fragment with carved inscriptions on it, spraying firelight.

"Three-grade inscriptions, flame arrays."

With just a glance, Lu Feng recognized the inscription engraved, a common inscription that could give the weapon an extremely terrifying power of fire.

Hearing this, Mo Lao glanced at it in surprise, but he didn't expect a kid in his twenties to know that this was a three-grade inscription, and there were two brushes.

"Then can you see which process of the old man's inscription was wrong?"

"There was no mistake in the process, but the inscription was used incorrectly, which is what caused the fryer."

Lu Feng thought for a while and then answered.

"Hmph, the old man is a third-grade inscription master, you dare to question the old man for using the wrong inscription." Hearing this, Mo Lao was obviously very angry.

Lu Feng was not angry, he knew that the inscription masters were all arrogant and did not allow others to question them, especially at this moment he was just a martial artist of the Tongmai Realm.

"It's very simple, the materials for refining the Canghai Knife are all materials in the deep sea, but the Flame Array is a fire attribute formation, under this cold and hot, these materials naturally can't withstand the transformation of the two forces, so it's the reason for the failure."

Hearing this, Mo Lao was silent.

"It's ridiculous, the old man has been refining all his life, but he is not as good as a little hairy child, and such low-level mistakes will be made." Mo Lao was suddenly depressed, indeed, as Lu Feng said, the wrong use of the inscription was the main reason for the failure of this refining.

In fact, it's not that Mo Lao is stupid, it's just that many inscriptionists blindly want to increase the power of their weapons, ignoring these most essential problems.

"The idea of the predecessors is not wrong, but the materials for refining the Canghai knife are too low-level, so they can't bear it, if the predecessors carve the inscription of the thunder and lightning series in the Canghai knife, with the characteristics of water conductivity, this Canghai knife will be even more powerful."

"This ........." Mo Lao opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a long time, and after a long time, his attitude immediately changed, and he said enthusiastically: "Ling'er, go and make tea for this son, just use grandpa's pot of Jiuqu tea leaves." ”

Lu Feng's words just now hit the nail on the head, which made Mo Lao ashamed.

Mo Ling on the side was also shocked, she didn't expect Lu Feng to have such a high attainment in the inscription at a young age, and she actually asked Mo Lao to take out Jiuqu tea to entertain her.

To know.

Jiuqu tea is extremely precious, one or two is worth one million taels of silver, usually his grandfather is not willing to drink it at all, and entertaining with this tea is enough to see his grandfather's enthusiasm at the moment.

"Little brother, I apologize for what happened before."

Mo Lao wiped his face casually at this moment, and led Lu Feng to sit down, the wrinkles on his face were twisted into a brilliant chrysanthemum with a smile.

Lu Feng was not polite and sat down directly.

"I don't know where the little brother is taught, and he knows so much about the inscription at a young age."

In his mind, there must be a strong master behind Lu Feng, otherwise it would be impossible to know so much.

Lu Feng smiled and said: "There is no master in Xia, but I just happened to find an ancient book about inscriptions in a cave mansion, so I know so much." ”

"I don't know if I can borrow that ancient book, I can borrow it from the old man to take a look, and I can pay the little brother."

Mo Lao's eyes were burning, and there was nothing more tempting for a martial artist who was obsessed with inscriptions.

Lu Feng said again: "That ancient book was destroyed automatically after just one glance, and those knowledge turned into a white light and poured into Zaixia's brain. ”

Naturally, some secrets can't be told to Mo Lao.

"That would be a shame."

Mo Lao had heard of this kind of method, that is, the strong man engraved in some kind of carrier with strong spiritual power, once opened, it would be destroyed, presumably the ancient books left at least the fifth grade grandmaster-level inscription master.

He secretly wondered how he didn't have this kind of good luck.

And at this moment, Mo Ling walked over with two cups of steaming Jiuqu tea, and the heat seemed to be as mysterious as the Jiuqu Heavenly River.

Lu Feng took a sip, this tea was really extraordinary, it could nourish his meridians.

In the process, Mo Lao repeatedly asked Lu Feng about the knowledge of the inscription.

With the realm of Lu Feng's previous life as an inscription master, he naturally easily answered Mo Lao's question, which made Mo Lao sigh that today is a lucky star.

"A conversation with the little brother has swept away the old man's confusion for many years, I don't know if the little brother is willing to refine a divine weapon with the old man, I can give you a good reward."

Mo Lao felt Lu Feng's understanding of the inscription, and invited with a smile on his face.

"You just agree to my grandfather's request, otherwise he will have trouble sleeping and eating again these days." Mo Lingdao.

Lu Feng's heart moved slightly, as long as he helped Mo Lao refine the divine weapon, he could have a reward, which was the original intention of his coming to the Inscription Guild.

After pondering for a moment, Lu Feng agreed.

Boss Mo was excited, and hurriedly arranged to open the furnace to refine a divine weapon.

The refining of the divine weapon lasted for five days, and finally the refinement of a ground-level high-grade soft sword was successfully achieved under a purple light.

As a reward, Mo Lao gave Lu Feng a million taels of silver.

Lu Feng was very satisfied with this, after all, in the process of refining, he only moved his lips, and the coolies and materials were all made by Mo Lao.

However, this kind of business does not exist every day after all, Mo Lao consumes a lot of spiritual power to refine this soft sword, and he can't recover without a month's rest.

Bidding farewell to Mo Ling and Mo Lao, Lu Feng returned to the family.

"Young master, someone sent an invitation a few days ago."

At this moment, Jiang Rui was waiting for him in the courtyard, handing over a gilded invitation to him.

Lu Feng opened it and looked at it, and found that it was given to him by Lin Tian, the seventh prince of the royal family, and the content of it turned out to be related to Su Xue, telling him to attend a banquet in the royal city in the royal palace half a month later.

Thinking of the enmity between Lin Tian and him, Lu Feng knew that this would be an extremely interesting banquet, at least there was nothing good waiting for him.

"Interesting."

The corners of Lu Feng's mouth outlined a smile, slightly raised.