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"The Yanguo Alien Slave Group set out from Jiyang City 15 days ago, all the way to the east, down the waterway to the Wufu Sea. It is reported that the old man of the smoke pot will soon lead a team to the sea and go to the land of Wandao to search for foreign slaves. There is also a line of remarks at the back: "The Smoke Pot Alien Slave Troupe has traveled between the four wildernesses for decades, and the order is uncertain. Since the establishment of the alien slave group, they have gone to the Wandao realm to hunt alien slaves no less than 40 times. It is difficult to trace the whereabouts of the sea, and the alien slaves cannot grasp their whereabouts after going out to sea. ”

Yang Qi felt a little regretful, he wanted to find that alien slave group to "catch up". At best, the alien slave group fished him out of the desert, and only then did he have many things and fate. But to put it badly-Ya dared to sell the protagonist as goods! The last base that was going to sell the protagonist was turned upside down.,Is the smoke pot alien slave group also thinking about "good things come in pairs"?

Therefore, because of such a bad fate, Yang Qi still wants to meet the master of the smoke pot. But now, the alien slaves are sailing out to sea, and this time they can only do so first.

And then there are a lot of things, probably to introduce the characters' lives, deeds, and tricks, mainly around the innate masters such as gold and silver swords. The gold and silver swords are relatively young, and there are more deeds on the rivers and lakes, so it is easy to inquire. Mrs. Sanmiao has a special industry, and the romance is even more graspable.

But their origins are relatively mysterious. The top priority of Yang Qi's attention is the two mothers-in-law of Kurong, and unfortunately they have not found out. These two people have not appeared on the rivers and lakes for decades, and the time they have lived in seclusion is enough for ordinary people to come from birth to death, so information is very scarce. In a short period of time, I can't find anything very useful.

"I'd better go and ask Yan Taixu directly. ”

The anecdotes of congenital-level masters are all hidden in the rivers and lakes after tomorrow. It's hard to find. But Yan Taixu is a void sword saint. Its superhuman realm has been widely recognized by the entire Jianghu. He must know more details about the innate master. But now it's getting late, and there's no hurry, let's go again tomorrow.

"The hour is coming, go to Ou Yezi first. ”

Yang Qi went out and came to the compound where the Sword Casting Cliff was stationed. In the past few days, he has come here every day, observing and learning every day, coupled with his good memory that he has never forgotten, and his ability to cast soldiers has been growing rapidly. It's night every day. Every night, the courtyard was dark and silent, so Yang Qi had never seen a few people from the Sword Forge Cliff. But Ou Yezi's small courtyard is brilliant all the time, and his progress in forging sword tires is also constantly advancing.

Walking into the hut with a familiar way, Ou Yezi was hammering the iron embryo by the hearth. When he saw Yang Qi coming in, he didn't look up, and he didn't exhale until he had completed all the hammer drops and nodded to Yang Qi: "It's here." "This old man of pig iron has recently exploded with boundless enthusiasm and focus. Focus on casting, but also focus on teaching. He showed all his skills in his own way, and he definitely did his best. And Yang Qi did not live up to his expectations, and even exceeded his most optimistic thoughts.

Originally, he thought that he would be able to complete the sword tire in three days, but when he cooperated with Yang Qi to cast. We have been inspired by the communication with each other. So it takes longer, but it also gets better. He once said. Because of meeting Yang Qi, this Xuanshen Soldier that has not yet been released can go to the next level in terms of quality.

"This is fate, it is a blessing from heaven. Ou Yezi occasionally smiled, looking at the beating fire in the hearth like a child, and also at the large and small iron embryos in the firelight. The meaning engraved in those eyes is very profound, somewhat similar to the deep fatherly love of Jackie Chan, and a little bit of pilgrim piety.

Yang Qi took the Hundred Refining Hammer, stood beside the anvil and moved his wrist for a moment, and asked at the same time, "It's going to be finished today, right?"

"Wenxin and Wenxin have already been cast, and you are still short of your martial heart. He has been almost sleepless these days, day and night. Even the iron-clad man has times when he is tired, but now he is still full of energy, focusing on the most important work of his life. "After being cast into a civil and military gall, it melts gold and iron, and enters the mold into a tire. Tomorrow, you'll be able to see the moment when the sword is born. ”

"That's great, I don't think I'll be around for long. Yang Qi took out a piece of iron embryo: "By the way, how are you going to name this Xuanshen Soldier?"

Ou Yezi looked at the fire, and after a moment of silence, he said two words: "Nirvana." ”

"All sufferings are forever silent, Nirvana is reborn, good name!" Yang Qi couldn't help laughing: "This Nirvana will definitely be famous in history." The first time I participated in the forging of soldiers, it was such a powerful magic weapon, and I was really excited to think about it. ”

"Hmm. Ou Yezi nodded, and then smiled: "This Nirvana is a combination of civil and martial arts, both civil and military, and the dragon and tiger converge, and it will definitely be able to break through the hard karma and shine brightly, and it will definitely be famous through the ages." Ou Yezi said it very hard, with strong confidence, and a certain unshakable conviction. This belief also infected Yang Qi, so Yang Qi concentrated and began to build an iron embryo.

Cast iron in the world is often forged. In fact, if the skill is high enough, it is enough to remove the slag more than a dozen times without so many times. But each piece of iron must be hammered more than a hundred times, in order to knock the spiritual will into the depths of the material. It's a bit mysterious to say this, but the reason why the Xuan Shen Soldier is mysterious and spiritual is absolutely inseparable from this process.

In Yang Qi's opinion, casting the Xuanshen Soldier was like a simplified version of refining the spirit treasure in Xianxia. Soft and hard at will, light and heavy at will, this kind of expression that is beyond common sense allows the Xuanshen soldiers to evolve from mortal blades to fantasy equipment.

Yang Qi hammered overnight, constantly melting one iron embryo after another. These embryos are the basic elements of the fused fetus. It's like preparing all kinds of nutrients, and at the last moment, they will be fused into a furnace in the spiritual fire, turning the ordinary into the magical, and achieving an incredible transformation. And that moment is the moment of fetus.

Time passed quietly, and Yang Qi and Ou Yezi didn't speak anymore, just focused on casting.

The watchman came and went, walked and came. "Dangdangdang, the weather is dry, be careful of the candle!" Yang Qi just dropped the last hammer, and after the two of them looked at the iron embryo carefully, they finally laughed with satisfaction: "It's done, the last martial embryo has also been cultivated!"

"Whew, I'm tired. Yang Qi wiped the sweat from his head and stood side by side with Ou Yezi at the door. Now the dawn is approaching. Dark all round. It's the darkest time of the day. But Yang Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Because the work that the two of them can do has basically been completed, the rest depends on the will of heaven and creation.

"You've been mentally drained too much lately, so let's rest for a day. Yang Qi saw Ou Yezi's deep exhaustion, and lightly persuaded: "Raise your spirit, and then open the furnace and melt the tire." The sword is done, and if you fall, the gain outweighs the loss. ”

Ou Yezi snorted, and then said slowly: "If I hadn't met you." The spirit in the embryo will not be so sufficient, I am ready to die with my sword, and I don't care if I fall or not. However," he patted Yang Qi's shoulder vigorously and showed a smile: "Maybe the destiny has not yet arrived, it seems that I can't die for the time being, and I can see the moment when Nirvana is released." ”

"Hey, look at what you said, it's so unlucky. Yang Qi shook his head and smiled: "Don't be suspicious, take a good rest." Then greet your hard-working soldiers. The day the gods come out, that's when you reach the top. ”

"Good. Ou Yezi nodded. Then he took out a stick from the house: "You take this, find it according to your heart, and use it for the time being." ”

"Hey, did you really find it?" Yang Qi immediately became excited and reached out to take the long stick. The thickness is moderate, the length is just right, the weight is in hand, and it feels non-gold and non-wood. He also cultivated a certain amount of tasting ability, and nodded with satisfaction after touching and pinching it around. This stick is strong, sturdy, and tough, making it a good weapon.

Yang Qi stood in the courtyard, holding a stick in both hands to sweep left - whew, right to hit - boom, and slash down with a stick - boom. The whistling sound of breaking the air was deep and thick, very textured, and Yang Qi couldn't help but say: "That's right, this is it!"

Watching Yang Qi try it out in the courtyard and hit a concise and concise stick hit, Ou Yezi nodded and shook his head: "When people in the world ask for blades, they always like those with transparent veins." If you can send out a sword aura with a gentle urge, it would be even better. It's better that you did the opposite, and asked for a dead stick. ”

"Others are afraid of tigers and tigers, and it is difficult to ride tigers, but I have turned tigers into horses and cannot ride tigers. This dead stick is exactly what suits me right now. "The so-called dead stick doesn't mean that the stick is bad. It is very handy, but it has a big feature -- it does not pass through the true qi! Its relationship with the true qi is like the relationship between rubber and electricity, which is basically insulated. The master of internal strength naturally doesn't like this kind of stick, and he can't give full play to his strengths at all. But for today's Yang Qi, it just happens to be the most suitable thing.

By the way, after testing, the special metal of the short spear had a good conductivity to the true qi, which was a bit too good, which made Ou Yezi amazed.

"In the future, if I encounter someone who oppresses me with his strength, or who has practiced a special internal qi anti-shock exercise, I can also stab it with a stick without hesitation. The more he tried, the more satisfied he became, and Yang Qi was in a good mood. A gentleman is a gentleman, not a thing, and turning waste into treasure is just a thought.

The miscellaneous things are over, Yang Qi didn't want to leave, and suddenly remembered that he could ask Ou Yezi about something: "Senior, I want to ask you something." ”

"Just ask. Ou Yezi took out the jade sword from the Hundred Soldiers Pool, and responded casually while looking at it.

"Senior, you are a remnant of the ancient dynasty, so I don't know if you have heard of a technique called the Wedding Dress Divine Skill?"

Ou Yezi seemed to be shocked when he heard this, and then raised his eyes to look at Yang Qi. He stared at Yang Qi for a full two seconds before nodding slightly: "Heard." Martial arts Tiantong, wedding dress magic, few people know this sentence, but I just know it. That exercise was inherited by the royal family, and it was once the supreme magic of the Chinese people, fierce and domineering, blazing and scorching, and infinitely powerful. ”

"That's true!" I really met an insider, and I just asked clearly: "To tell the truth, I want to go to the Southern Wilderness Realm to find the wedding dress magic skill, but I don't know where it is, do you know the clue to it? "After all, it's someone else's thing, so you still have to be polite.

"No need. The old country is gone, there is no master, if you want to find it, then go, you don't need to ask anyone's wishes. Ou Yezi sighed deeply for some reason, and then shook his head and said, "It's a pity, I don't know where the divine power is hidden." The Southern Wilderness is now endowed with endless wind and sand, and may have been buried under the yellow sand. ”

"Okay, I got it. "Also, the old kingdom has been destroyed for more than a hundred years. More than 100 years ago, China was still the Qing Dynasty, and it has changed so much that it is impossible to trace the secrets of the past. Yang Qi said goodbye to Ou Yezi and turned around to leave, but the moment he walked out of the small courtyard door, Ou Yezi suddenly said, "Mr. Yang, do you like fireworks?"

Yang Qi turned around in surprise, only to see Ou Yezi's back straight, sitting upright in the middle of the small courtyard. There seemed to be too much hidden in the depths of those eyes, but they couldn't explain it clearly. Yang Qi didn't know what he meant, so he could only answer truthfully: "I like it." Fireworks are easy to cold, but they are gorgeous. Short but bright, extinguished is worth it. ”

"Good, good. Ou Yezi said a rare "very good", you must know that the last time he said it was when he saw Yang Qi improve beyond his god. He lowered his head again and looked at the jade sword in his hand seriously: "You go, don't give it away." ”

Yang Qi was slightly puzzled, and always felt that something was a little weird, but he couldn't figure it out at all, so he had to go first. In the silent street, in the dark night, Yang Qi walked to the big brothel/house. Suddenly a little fire behind him rushed up to the sky with a sharp chirp, and then exploded into thousands of sparks, and it was Ou Yezi's small courtyard where it was.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the crimson light illuminated the entire Bafang City. Yang Qi smiled slightly: "It looks very strict, and it is still so childlike, very good!" He returned to the big brothel/courtyard and fell asleep. Casting martial arts embryos all night, he was indeed tired.

I didn't know the passage of time in a deep sleep, but Yang Qi, who was asleep, suddenly frowned and suddenly opened his eyes. A vague feeling swirled around his mind, like a shadow, making him frown. The next moment, Fang Lingji pushed open the door and ran in in a panic: "Master, it's not good, something is wrong!"

"What's the matter?" The ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger, but Yang Qi still held his breath.

Fang Lingji's mouth opened and closed twice, as if she was steady, and finally said in a trembling voice: "Ou Yezi senior, he's assassinated!" (to be continued......)

PS: The tepid days have passed, and after so long, the net began to be closed.