"You choose this?"

Zheng Tu asked with a little surprise when he saw that Zhao Lin had chosen a hunting knife.

"Exactly, but the juniors want to make some minor changes."

Zhao Lin picked up the hunting knife, looked at it a few times, and looked up to Zheng Tu.

"Haha, make a change!"

When Zheng Tu heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly grinned at the root of his ears, and two hot breaths erupted from his nostrils.

"The magic weapon system has evolved from countless fights, and it has already been tempered thousands of times, adding one point is too fat, and losing one point is thin."

"The old man has been building magic weapons for many years, and he never dares to act rashly, and he can't imagine that Zhao Xiaoyou's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he dares to change it as soon as he gets it!"

Hearing Zheng Tu compare the magic weapon to a beautiful woman, the two apprentices both held back a smile and turned their heads to the side.

Zhao Lin ignored the other party's sarcasm, and said without changing his face: "The junior was a martial artist in the mortal world before cultivating, and he had a little research on weapons, so the seniors might as well let the juniors give it a try." ”

"If there are any shortcomings, please give me advice."

Zheng Tu waved his hand, "Okay, anyway, the magic weapon is for you." ”

After speaking, he asked the apprentice to take a charcoal pen for Zhao Lin.

"Thank you."

Zhao Lin held a charcoal pencil in his hand, walked to the anvil case, and drew a draft directly on it.

Zheng Tu didn't speak with a cold face, but his eyes drifted over unconsciously, wanting to see what Zhao Lin could draw.

Soon, he saw what Zhao Lin called a "small change".

Zhao Lin widened and thickened the belly of the hunting knife, and the front of the blade fell sharply, turning the whole into a scimitar with great curvature.

Zheng Tu frowned, unable to guess Zhao Lin's purpose for doing this for a while.

The shape of traditional knives has always been upturned, how is it reversed?

Not even like a war knife, but like a scythe.

But I have to say that the changed combat knife is very fierce and domineering.

"How does it look like a dog's leg?"

The apprentice next to him muttered quietly.

Zhao Lin looked sideways, and the apprentice quickly covered his mouth.

"That's right, this knife does have a nickname called the dogleg knife."

Zhao Lin smiled and said unconcernedly.

The shape of this sword is a reference to the Gurkha saber, and it is claimed to be the most mechanically recurved knife.

The Gurkha knife is the national knife of Nepal, with a wide belly and a blade that bends forward like a dog's leg, also known as a dog's leg knife.

In the 19th century, the Nepalese used this strangely shaped scimitar to fight against the invading British soldiers, killing countless enemies and establishing a great reputation.

Zheng Tu was unimpressed at first, but as the sketch took shape, he gradually put away his contempt and revealed a sudden look.

"Lightheaded, wide in front and narrow in the back, with a center of gravity forward. When slashing, all the power is concentrated on the blade head, and the power of the slash is exerted to the extreme. ”

After that, he gasped, "Where is this knife, it's clearly an axe!" ”

Zhao Lin nodded and smiled: "Zheng's seniors are as wise as a torch, and the juniors admire." ”

Zheng Tu's face was a little hot, and he asked, "Where did you see this knife?" ”

Zhao Lin said ambiguously: "The junior is a martial cultivator, and he has seen a lot of weapons. ”

"The name of the dogleg knife is indecent, what is its real name?"

"Recurve knives."

"I've seen it today!"

Zheng Tu nodded slowly and said, "Okay, the old man will build this recurve war knife for you, and then see how powerful it is." ”

After a pause, he said: "The old man was self-righteous just now, and the little friend should not be surprised." ”

Zhao Lin hurriedly said: "Where, the younger generation also borrowed from other places. ”

Zheng Tu laughed, "With this picture, the old man doesn't accept a deposit." ”

Then he asked in a tentative tone: "If you want to create a magic weapon for people in the future, can the old man use it for reference?" ”

The meaning of reference is plagiarism, but there is no patent protection in the immortal cultivation world, so it would be good to be able to know it.

Zhao Lin said with a smile: "Seniors are free, as long as this magic weapon is easy to use, if someone asks about it in the future, I will say that it was created here by you." ”

"Don't worry, the old man can't smash his own signboard."

Zheng Tu patted his chest and said, his eyes staring at the sketch on the case, full of joy when he saw the hunt.

Next, the two discussed some specific details and decided on the standard of the battle knife.

"Senior Zheng, may I ask how long it will take for the war knife to be built, and the younger generation will come and get it."

Before leaving, Zhao Lin asked.

Zheng Tu thought for a moment and replied: "Those ordinary goods in the bazaar, the old man can create them in one day. It takes at least five days to come up with a high-quality product. ”

"You dogleg...... The recurve war knife, the old man is the first time to build, you have to come up with one or two samples first, and only after the survey is correct can you pay for the genuine product. ”

"It's estimated that the time will be doubled, just ten days."

Zhao Lin arched his hand and said, "Okay, ten days later, the juniors will come to get the knife." ”

"By the way, a name for the sword, right? The old man carved it into an inscription. ”

Zheng Tu stopped Zhao Lindao.

"Let's call it the moon."

Zhao Lin thought for a moment and replied.

The monk of the Earth Dark Sect was good at slashing the water moon, so he gave the knife a name for slashing the moon.

……

Changzhi County, the palace of political affairs.

In the middle hall of the main hall, a monk in a purple robe sat in front of the desk, constantly scanning the dozens of jade slips in front of him with his divine sense.

Changzhi County is located in the central part of Nanhe Prefecture and is the capital of Nanhe Prefecture, and the government affairs hall is the center of government affairs and decision-making for the elders of the prefecture.

Chenghuazong imitated the six-part system of the mortal court, and divided all affairs into six categories: officials, households, rites, soldiers, criminals, and workers.

The household department is in charge of the spiritual vein, good deeds, taxation, and finance; The Ministry of Engineering is in charge of the Taoist arts such as Dan, Fu, Instrument, and Array, and the other four departments have roughly the same functions as the mortal world.

The purple-robed monk was none other than Lu Yuanxiu, the powerful elder who led the household department.

The official documents of the immortal cultivation world do not use paper, but are recorded in jade slips, which can be reviewed and annotated with divine sense.

Lu Yuanxiu took half an hour every day to deal with it.

The end of the year is approaching, and the number of case files is a bit large, Lu Yuanxiu reviewed it at a glance, planning to deal with it as soon as possible, so that he can return to the cave to practice.

The divine sense swept over a jade slip, and suddenly saw a familiar name: Zhao Lin.

Lu Yuanxiu raised his eyebrows, and let out a soft "huh" from his mouth.

Each year, the state counts the completion of published tasks and ranks the good deeds earned by monks.

Zhao Lin's name appeared prominently in the top ten list.

"Could it be someone with the same name and surname?"

Lu Yuanxiu muttered to himself in a low voice.

The top ten in the list of good functions are all Foundation Building Realm and even Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, Zhao Lin is still practicing in the Spirit Dao Academy, how can he earn so many good deeds?

There is a brief introduction to the monks in the list, and Zhao Lin's introduction is only a short sentence: Ren Yinnian cultivator, a disciple of the Hanchi County Spiritual Daoist Academy.

"It's really him!"

Lu Yuanxiu was surprised and delighted, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he had only dealt with him once, Lu Yuanxiu had a good impression of Zhao Lin, and the two came from the same small world and were from the same martial arts sect.

With this relationship, Lu Yuanxiu had long planned to take care of it.

However, Zhao Lin was still practicing in the Spirit Dao Academy, so he put it on hold for the time being, and he didn't expect to do such a big thing.

"Bring the envoy of the Ministry of Hong and say that I want to check the records of good deeds."

Lu Yuanxiu instructed the servants on the side.

"Yes."

He said yes and walked out of the middle hall quickly, and after a while, an old man with a ruddy face walked into the hall.

The old man looks about fifty years old, but he is actually a hundred years old, and he is actually younger than Lu Yuanxiu.

"Envoy Hong."

Lu Yuanxiu stood up to greet him.

The envoy, also known as Zongbo, is a monk under the elders who is in charge of the affairs of the ministry.

"May I ask Elder Lu whose records of good deeds he wants to consult?"

Hongbu envoy Shi Li asked.

"There is a disciple named Zhao Lin in the Hanchi County Spiritual Dao Academy, and he asked the envoy of the Hong Ministry to help transfer his body stone out."

Only the monk himself and the Hall of Good Merit have the right to inspect the body stone, but for Lu Yuanxiu, who is in charge of the household department, these are not secrets.

"Yes."

The envoy of the Ministry of Hong agreed, stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and dozens of jade slips appeared in front of him.

Each jade slip is engraved with ink-colored font for indexing.

The envoy of the Hong Department swept his eyes twice, found one of the jade slips, and with a flick of it, the jade slips slowly flew in front of Lu Yuanxiu.

"The body stones of all the disciples of the Spirit Dao Academy are here."

Lu Yuanxiu caught the jade slip, didn't speak, sank into his consciousness, and quickly found Zhao Lin's body stone, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Zhao Lin only performed two tasks, one gold and one white, and accumulated more than 5,000 good deeds, which is quite rare.

The first gold-level task, capturing and killing bandit cultivators and killing ghost cultivators, was already very impressive, and the second task of collecting spirit beads actually killed fourteen monks of the Earth Dark Sect.

"I'm bold enough and capable, and I'm even more ruthless than I was back then."

Lu Yuanxiu praised sincerely, pinching his fingers, Zhao Lin was about to complete three years of cultivation in the Spirit Dao Academy, and he would go out to do things in more than a month.

With such a talent, I can't say that I need to be promoted.

What do you have to do for him?

It is definitely not appropriate to be directly transferred to the center, Zhao Lin can complete two tasks, and his mental force is not a problem, but he doesn't know how to do things.

There are many monks in the sect who have excellent cultivation talents and are proficient in spells and Taoism, but they are like idiots in dealing with people and handling government affairs in a mess.

Lu Yuanxiu decided to give Zhao Lin a chance to weigh his catties.

"Envoy Hong, how is the preparation of the Fang Market in Dongfu County?"

The envoy of the Ministry of Hong was stunned for a moment, and replied: "The construction is almost complete, the magic circle has been arranged, and there are merchants moving in one after another. ”

Lu Yuanxiu nodded, "I hope we can build Dongfu Junfang City into a place like Shangyuan Xianfang, and provide a steady stream of money for the state." ”

The envoy of the Ministry of Hong responded: "The difficulty is not small, Dongfu County is not as good as the location of Uehara County, and there are no hard goods that can be handled." ”

Lu Yuan cultivated: "It's difficult, it's not difficult, the old man doesn't do it!" ”

"The envoy of the Ministry of Hong has reserved a shop for me, and I have a shopkeeper here."

Envoy Hong was stunned, "Elder Lu's candidate won't be this disciple named Zhao Lin, right?" ”

Lu Yuanxiu didn't hide it, and said, "Exactly." ”

The envoy of the Ministry of Hong said: "This person is still a disciple of the Spirit Dao Academy, and he has managed a shop just after leaving the school, and there is no precedent for this kind of thing before. ”

"What precedent? I only believe that things are done by people! ”

Lu Yuanxiu said disapprerovingly, "Don't forget, he is a martial artist, he is in his thirties, and he does not lack experience. Besides, the market has just opened, and it doesn't hurt whether the business is good or bad, and if the business is not good, it's a big deal to change people. ”

"My subordinates know."

The envoy of the Ministry of Hong didn't say anything more, and the six elders of the hall arranged a shopkeeper in the market, and he didn't have to touch the mold in a word.

After the envoy of the Ministry of Hong left, Lu Yuanxiu took a pen to repair a book, put it into a messenger, and asked the envoy to send it to Hanchi County.

……

Ten days later, Zhao Lin came to Yunding Peak, Zheng Tu's refining room as promised.

"I don't know how the magic weapon has been refined."

Zhao Lin had some expectations in his heart, and he was also a little apprehensive, two hundred good deeds, hundreds of spirit stones, plus three eyebrow knives, but he had invested a lot of money.

"You came at the right time, just carved the inscription."

The stone door opened, Zheng Tu brandished a strangely shaped war knife, and said to Zhao Lin with a laugh.

"The Moon Slasher is ready?"

Zhao Lin walked over quickly.

"Hmm."

Zheng Tu said, but he didn't hand the knife to Zhao Lin, but pointed to a black iron sword on the anvil and said: "This magic weapon rough embryo, if you polish it a little, it is a common road goods in the market." ”

Then he asked with a smile, "Do you want to try the color of the Moon Slasher?" ”

"This ......"

Zhao Lin just wanted to say no, but Zheng Tu didn't say a word, waved the moon slashing knife, and slashed down.

With a sound of "bell", sparks splashed everywhere, and the crude embryo of the magic weapon was broken into two.

The corners of Zhao Lin's mouth twitched, and he felt a pain in his flesh, and he felt like he had been stepped on by someone on his new shoes.

Zheng Tu laughed when he saw this, "Don't worry, the old man added enough tungsten vanadium stone to the material, don't say it's an iron sword, even if three are stacked together, you can't roll the blade." ”

After speaking, he danced a knife flower and handed the handle to Zhao Lin.

Although most magic weapons are controlled by the Divine Sense, they are also equipped with handles, which are used for melee defense in case of emergency, and are thrown during combat to provide an initial acceleration.

Zhao Lin took the sword and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the blade was smooth and flawless.

The knife is about a foot and a half long, with extremely smooth lines, and although it is not large, it is wide and stocky, and it is very heavy to hold.

The body of the knife is covered with patterns, and the blade is very wide, extending from the tip of the knife to the front three inches of the handle.

Two words are engraved on the stem of the knife: Chop the moon.

There is also a line of small characters at the bottom: Jiachen Nian Han Chi Zheng Tuzao.

Zhao Lin's heart fluctuated, and he finally had a magic weapon.

"Try it."

Zheng Tu rubbed his palms excitedly, "If you come a little later, the old man can't help but practice." ”

Zhao Lin also wanted to try the effect, and immediately dripped blood to sacrifice the knife, and his divine consciousness soaked into the blade and spread out like water.

"Ice Blades!"

Zhao Lin snorted lightly and waved his hand to throw the Moon Slashing Knife.

The Moon Slashing Knife slashed out a flood of autumn water and flew in a whirling flight in the refining room.

Zhao Lin controlled the Moon Chopping Knife, only to feel like an arm and a finger, and the command was as good as it was, which was similar to the driving ice blade.

The only drawback is that once the distance exceeds 50 zhang, it feels quite difficult, and 60 zhang is the limit.

"Good knives!"

Zhao Lin accepted it when he saw it, and was ready to go back and participate in the research carefully.

This magic weapon will accompany him for at least a few years, and even when he reaches the foundation building realm, the first-order spell will still be useful.

Zheng Tu's face was piled together, and he asked with a smile: "How is it, are you satisfied?" ”

Zhao Lin solemnly thanked: "Very satisfied, thank you Master Zheng." ”

Zheng Tu waved his hand, "You're welcome, the old man can become the first refiner to create a recurve battle knife, but I want to thank you!" ”

"Remember, magic weapons need to be nourished with divine consciousness often before they can truly be used for one's own use." (End of chapter)