Looking at the casting diagram that Li Ducian took out, Qiu Shuiqing was also surprised, but when he thought of the identity of the person in front of him and the wealth of the ghost, he was relieved again.

But when Zhong Da took out the third casting diagram, the faces of the five elders and Qiu Shuiqing instantly seemed to be petrified, all their expressions froze, and their facial features froze, as if their breath was gone.

Qiu Shuiqing's face was first pale, and then turned red and ugly, and there was an extremely restrained anger in his eyes, but his tone had become cold and cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Where did you get this thing from?" ”

It turned out that the third copy was nothing else, and it was the casting drawing of "Peacock Feather".

The exclamation and joy on the faces of the five elders also disappeared in an instant, and they were also replaced by indifference and hostility.

"Don't be nervous yet," Li Ducian remained calm, he turned his head to look at the peacock, "You explain it to them." ”

Then I saw the peacock saluting Qiu Shuiqing and the five elders one after another: "I have seen five masters, and the boy's surname is Kong." ”

"Oh, you're the descendant of the old ten?"

Hearing the peacock report to his home, the eyes of the five elders and Qiu Shuiqing changed again.

Peacock Villa from prosperity to decline, in this long time, after hundreds of years of precipitation, the casting skills have already reached the peak, the most powerful of which is the ten elders. These are ten famous craftsmen who have abandoned their own names, only have their surnames, and have their own faction with their own amazing casting skills, a total of ten, and the surname 'Kong' is one of them.

Peacock said calmly: "This picture is left by my father, in the past my grandfather because he failed to recast the 'Peacock Feather' for the old owner, so that he regretted his life, and always felt ashamed of the Qiu family, so he secretly left this picture, thinking that one day future generations can relight the fire and recreate the glory of the Qiu family." ”

"Where's Daddy?" Qiu Shui asked.

The peacock sighed, "It's dead...... My ancestors and grandchildren have never stopped for a moment over the years, from the boundless sea in the south, to the black water in the north, to the west to the Bohai Sea, and to the Bohai Sea in the east, and have been searching for the strange iron in the world. ”

The five elders were stunned when they heard this, and even Qiu Shuiqing fell silent after hearing this.

"Your grandfather didn't say goodbye back then, we just thought he had voted for someone else, and we didn't want this guy to ...... is so dead-eyed, or this stinky temper, I always like to be alone when I encounter trouble......"

The five elders were in tears as they spoke, and some people beat their chests and feet, sighed for a long time, and cried endlessly.

Li Ducian watched with a lot of emotion.

Although the rivers and lakes are dangerous step by step, there are still people who are willing to shed their blood for the word "righteousness"; There are also people who have been dormant for decades because of the word "hatred", and they do not hesitate to hide in the sludge and endure all kinds of filth, just to avenge their hatred for one day; There is also "hate", how many people hate to die and live, hate unscrupulously, distort their faces, and lose their hearts; Finally, there is "grace", leaving home and business, and sacrificing one's life to return the ......

In the rivers and lakes, there is never a shortage of people with true temperament!!

"And you're taking out this picture now?" Zhong Da asked.

Li Ducian smiled: "I plan to recast." ”

Qiu Shuiqing's expression became serious again, and he said in a deep voice: "How sure are you?" ”

"You didn't say no, you can't," Li Ducian smiled even more happily, "Now that the catastrophe is coming, it's too late to reforge the real thing, but the fake one, as long as there are enough of it, the power may be better than the real 'Peacock Feather'." ”

The peacock feather is not only the "world's first secret weapon", whether it is the hub or the dark arrow launched, it is not an ordinary gold and stone casting, and it is used once less than once, so it is extremely precious, and most of the requests are killed by one blow, so as to determine the world.

If it is replaced with a fake one, the power may not be enough, but the number will be gone.

If dozens or hundreds of fake "Peacock Feathers" are issued together, under thousands of hidden arrows, no matter how powerful the master is, he will be able to drink a pot, and the gods will kill people, and the Buddha will kill the Buddha.

Qiu Shuiqing frowned a little at first, but gradually he understood what Li Ducian meant, and his expression became exciting.

The peacock on the side had already handed out the fake "Peacock Feather" he had cast, which immediately aroused the admiration of the five elders.

Li Ducian asked with a smile: "I wonder how many such hidden weapons can be made by the five seniors in a short period of time?" ”

Zhong Da stared at the peacock feather in his hand with burning eyes, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "If you only seek power, not the details of carving, plus the disciples and disciples in the village, and the pivotal brackets left in the past, if you don't say ten or twenty pieces a day, six or seven pieces will never be a problem, even if those hub brackets are used up, you can become two or three pieces a day." ”

"Alas," Li Ducian looked at the five elders in front of him, as if he had found some treasure bump, and sighed at the same time, "With these five skilled craftsmen in charge, you can actually run the 'Peacock Villa' to such a point, and you are really lacking in heart to ponder the 'Peacock Feather'." People have to learn to be flexible, the secret weapon of the 'Tang Gate' stands alone in the world, and the firearms of the 'Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall' are powerful and powerful, the real thing can't be made, and the fake can't be made? It is better to find a different way than today. ”

Now there are still two months before the Demon Sect advances eastward, if there are six pieces a day, but there are more than three hundred, even if the successor is weak, there should be one or two hundred.

Qiu Shuiqing's face turned red, and he retorted with insufficient energy: "The prestige of the ancestors, how dare I be corrupted, and I ......"

"Don't worry," Li Ducian shook his head: "It's better to defend than to attack, you blindly stick to the foundation, don't know how to be flexible, how can you reproduce the glory of your ancestors?" ”

Qiu Shuiqing smiled helplessly: "People like you shouldn't wander the rivers and lakes, you should go into business." ”

But he soon remembered that the person in front of him was already a figure worshiped by all the forces in the world as the god of wealth.

Li Ducian took a deep breath, and he only sighed in his heart that he had gone to Peacock Villa on a whim, otherwise such a great opportunity would not have been missed in vain.

With these five famous craftsmen here, it is like a tiger with wings, better than all miracles.

Li Ducian calmed down, put away the light in his eyes, and said calmly: "After this battle, as long as I don't die, even if I scatter everything, I will find dozens of strange gold and exotic iron for your Qiu clan and reforge the 'Peacock Feather'." ”

He said very slowly, very slowly, as if a golden stone fell to the ground, landed in a pit, and said every word very clearly.

Qiu Shuiqing was silent for a moment, and then replied with four words: "Okay, I believe you!" ”

The fifth elder even felt that the blood in his body was boiling.

"Hahahaha, open the furnace! Open the furnace! ”

……

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

The waterway of the Yellow River is turbid.

In the continuous rain, there were several more figures on both sides of the river.

There are not only several leaders who rushed to hear the news, but also lone masters who have been famous for a long time on the rivers and lakes.

The sky was as gloomy as ink, and the occasional flash of thunder and lightning flashed through the clouds, illuminating the solemn and silent faces as if they were facing a great enemy.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

These people looked at each other, as if to identify each other.

Among them, there are not only top swordsmen who have been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes, such as Jing Wuming, but also rising stars in the way of swordsmanship, such as Xue Qingbi, the "One Sword Flying Snow", and the holder of the "Immortal Sword", and Yan Shisan, the "life-killing swordsman" who has become famous in recent years.

There is also the "Xie family" who have been waiting for a long time.

These people would have been enemies of each other by fate, but at this moment, they were all calmer than ever, as if they were unrelated and had no grudges.

Because their eyes were drawn to a figure.

But seeing that above the turbid waves, there was a young man standing with a sword in his hand, his eyes closed and his hands down, wearing a blue shirt, and his snow-white forehead band rose with the wind, and his whole body was like a floating leaf, rising and floating, and the waves did not fall, which was particularly miraculous.

Although his body moved, his position never changed, as if he was rooted in it.

This man has no breath, although he stands in front of everyone, but it seems that he has never existed, as if he has returned to silence, and he is one with the wind and rain, and with heaven and earth.

Heaven and man are one.

There was a look of shock in everyone's eyes.

This man, who is worth a double ten, has reached such a transcendent state after three years of retreat and hard work.

This person is the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, Xie Xiaofeng, under Cuiyun Peak, on the shore of the green water lake.

And his opponent is already here.

Great Elder of the Demon Sect.

At the end of the river, as far as the eye can see, a thin and short figure like a child is sitting cross-legged on the surface of the river, following the water.

The wind and rain are pouring and the thunder is blowing.

When the man approached, everyone was in a state of mind, and it turned out that this person was not sitting on the water, and there was still a green bamboo under him, but it was only three feet long, undulating with the waves.

What a light work!

Everyone's eyes are steep, in the past, the ancestors of Bodhidharma participated in the creation, wonderfully understood the principles of heaven, had left a reed to cross the river of the martial arts myth, today the Western Regions monks dare to follow the example of the first ancestor of the Zen forest, throw bamboo into a boat, want to cross the Yellow River, the courage is so big, it is hard to imagine.

Suddenly, the green bamboo was stunned, and it actually stopped on the turbid waves.

The old lama's eyes opened, and the essence of light in his eyes burst out, as if turning into substance, piercing through the wind and rain.

"Central Plains Martial Arts, but that's it!"

(End of chapter)