In terms of striking iron, Yang Qing has never started, let alone refiner.

However, for alchemy and talisman making, refining tools are still more suitable for him, and the control and use of strength is his advantage, compared to the use of true yuan by qi refining cultivators, his control of strength is more accurate.

The choice of the peak, and another point is because Wang Youcai.

Although Wang Youcai has no direct hatred with him, but he must be killed, for the safety of his relatives, Yang Qing must do this, he does not believe it, Wang Erli, Wang Youcai ignored Wang Dali's death, there was no movement for the time being, he was looking for an opportunity and accumulating strength.

The distance between Qifeng and the medicine garden is only more than forty miles away, and the three of them have not had too much twisting and politeness, so they are separated.

Qifeng is much older than the Zhihan Iron Mine Area, and there is a complete system from the layout of the palace and pavilion to the distribution of deacons and disciples, and each performs its own duties without disorder.

It is divided into three layers, the first layer is the place of smelting, the second layer is the place of the embryo, and the third layer, that is, the top of the mountain, is the place where the formation pattern is depicted.

The disciples at the first level of distance are all in the innate realm, and the number is the largest. Responsible for taking care of the furnace and transporting ores, most of these refining materials are ordinary, and precious ores need to be refined in the refining hall. The homework is very easy, and you can spend a lot of time on cultivation.

On the second floor, for the outer disciples above the sea realm, the homework is to temper the embryo with quality and quantity.

On the third floor, there is a hall, called the Refining Hall, where inner disciples come to learn art, and there are also inner disciples who are resident here to complete the tasks of the sect, and several deacons are mostly internal disciples who are resident here.

After everything was done, Yang Qing, who looked curious, and the other four disciples in the cold iron mining area were led by the black-robed deacon Qifeng, who embroidered a small hammer, distributed the house clothes, etc., passed down the rules of Qifeng, and a book of refining exercises called "Point Nirvana Hammer" and left with a serious expression.

After nodding to the other four unnamed disciples, he returned to his own house.

The houses of the outer disciples above the Zhihai Realm are all on the second floor, and the inner disciples have independent pavilions on the third floor.

The standard type of house is made of wood for the frame, filled with stone, sealed with fine sand, the roof is red tile, divided into two rooms, about three zhang long, two zhang wide, and the height is close to two zhang, such a house of four can be spacious and accommodated, and there are hundreds of houses built around the mountain, and there are more than ten zhang distance from each other.

The environment here is much better than that of the cold iron ore area, pushing the door into the room where the tempering embryo is made, a light red, a black square ding, three legs without ears, half a zhang long and wide, and only four feet in height.

On a half-human-high round iron pier was a black hammer the length of a small arm, the cylindrical head of which was only a circle larger than a fist, and a long black tongs of fire rested on it.

The adjoining bedroom is equally simple, the rock on the ground is very smooth with the other room, and there is only a wooden couch, a table and a chair on it.

Changing the gray robe to a black robe embroidered with a fire-colored hammer, the whole person also looked much more energetic.

"It's really good, you can still study refining weapons" Yang Qing was satisfied, not at all unaccustomed to the unfamiliar environment.

"Let's see what this "Point Nirvana" is" first"

The point nirvana hammer is a book of refining exercises, and what he has in his hand is only the introductory chapter, that is, the hammering embryo, as for the method of studying the formation pattern and depicting the formation pattern, you need to complete a certain amount of homework to get it, or go to the second floor of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion to learn it.

To temper the embryo, it is necessary to have the ability to forge ten thousand stacks, that is, sixteen forgings.

Yang Qing, a disciple who came from other outer peaks and had a certain degree of cultivation, did not need to complete his homework in the first three months, he only needed to master the introductory chapter of this "Point Nirvana Hammer", and then make up for his homework after three months. If you can't master it for three months, you will be randomly transferred to another external peak, and if you have not completed your homework for ten days after three months, the same is true.

For ordinary people, it may not be possible to do it in a lifetime, but for monks, there are better raw materials, and it takes a little more time, and three months is not a short time.

Studying carefully, the next day came in a blink of an eye.

After receiving enough fire oil for a month, he brought back ten pieces of ordinary pig iron weighing more than ten catties, filled it with water, and opened the furnace to try.

The oil is contained in a black-skinned iron barrel, the size of a wooden bucket for lifting water, and a long-handled iron spoon can hold three taels, enough to burn for an hour.

"Snort!"

A small half spoonful of transparent and viscous fire oil is poured into the fiery red square ding, making a sound like cold water poured into a hot pot.

"This Fang Ding is a magic weapon?"

Yang Qing poked his head out with his bare arms and watched curiously.

"Poof!"

The oil in the fiery red square dome burst into flames, causing him to jump backwards.

I touched my eyebrows, but they weren't burned, and then I put my mind at ease.

The oil in Fang Ding burned with teeth and claws, but it didn't escape, there was no spark, no black smoke, and no heat wave.

Amazed in his heart, he put an irregularly shaped piece of pig iron in it with a pair of tongs, and watched quietly.

"Whew!"

The fiery red flames enveloped the pig iron, and the flames burned fiercely as they pulsed.

In less than the time of the teacup, the pig iron was already red, and the flames in the square tripod were much hotter than those made of coke.

Take it out with tongs, put it on an iron pier thicker than your waist, pick up a small hammer weighing 30 pounds, and start forging it.

The fiery pig iron is very roasted, and the sweat is steamed dry as soon as it rises.

"Bell, bell!"

A hammer goes down and the sparks splash around, and the impurities in the pig iron are removed.

Whether it is Fang Ding, or the material of the small hammer itself is extraordinary, in order to temper a good embryo, and when depicting the formation pattern, the hammer is even more harsh, and there are more masters refining tools, and the tools used need to be above the magic weapon.

The divine sense checked the pig iron situation, Rao is Yang Qing's divine sense was tenacious, and he also felt a little uncomfortable.

Constantly study, correct, and try to study again according to the "Point Nirvana".

The black tripod can make the water vapor escape, and such a house can make the sound of thrashing not come out.

With the addition of kerosene, the pig iron in the tongs becomes smaller.

At this time, he just did it step by step, and he couldn't use the control power yet.

The day passed very peacefully, except for a middle-aged man in a white robe who was slightly chubby, opened the door with one hand and glanced at him lightly before leaving, there was nothing else unusual.

The middle-aged man is an inner disciple, and he left without waiting for Yang Qing to speak, which made his heart sink uncontrollably, and secretly guessed that this person may have a certain relationship with Wang Dali, and it is good to have a grudge against Wang Dali, if the two are friendly, things will become troublesome, and he can't help but be vigilant in his heart.

Early the next morning, Yang Qing rushed to Closed Moon Mountain.

The distance between the two is much closer than that of the Zhihan Iron Mine Area to the Closed Moon Mountain.

The black robe made Yang Qing much more handsome than before, and Sun Xinyao smiled at the corner of her mouth, looking up and down playfully.

"How about it, are you used to it in Qifeng," Sun Xinyao said with affection in her eyes.

"How can you not get used to it, the wooden couch is so big!"

Yang Qing gestured exaggeratedly, looking very pleasant.

"By the way, my brother said that you will go to Jin Lingfeng early tomorrow morning" Sun Xinyao said slightly apologetically, and then a little angry, "The shelf is really big, Yang Qing, if you don't want to go, it's okay."

"How can you not go, he won't eat me" was slightly surprised, his face made indifferent, and said jokingly.

"Hehe, if he dares to make things difficult for you, I will let my father beat him to be angry for you" Sun Xinyao relaxed, and then said with a slight request, "Yang Qing, just for me, you don't want to be like him, okay?"

"How dare you, it's too late to please"

The next day, Yang Qing tidied up his robe neatly, and his hair bun was carefully folded.

On the Banhuan Mountain, Sun Shifeng threatened him with his life to kill people, and there was always resentment and anger in his heart, as well as a trace of fear. It's just that he was forced to resist because of the oppression, and as time passed, the matter gradually blurred, and this emotion faded away, and as soon as Sun Shifeng was mentioned that day, he hooked up again. At that time, there was very little resentment in his heart, and he was no longer afraid of him, but more of a group of resistance.

What resists is to be called and drunk by this person, and when you resist, you have to be false and wronged to this person.

But in order to reduce the obstacle between him and Sun Xinyao, he had to do it.

Depressed and nervous in his heart, he wiped his face to make himself look more natural, and walked towards Jin Lingfeng quickly, waiting until the sky was still bright at the foot of the mountain.

Jin Lingfeng gives people the first feeling of sharpness, and the second is majestic, which makes people feel domineering and prohibitive.

Yang Qing stood at the foot of the mountain, the depression in his heart was even stronger, and he didn't like this feeling very much.

On a stone platform at the mountain gate that can shelter from the sun and rain, a young man sits cross-legged on a futon, his eyes slightly closed, as if he is cultivating.

Yang Qing didn't bother, just stopped and stood and waited quietly.

When you are 'summoned', you must lower your posture.

The sky was bright, and the disciple guarding the mountain woke up and looked listlessly at Yang Qing, who had been maintaining a posture unchanged, with his chin in his hand. I thought, this person is more dutiful than me.

The sun is rising, and many disciples go to complete all kinds of sect tasks while chatting and laughing, and they are very curious about the people who have been waiting here early in the morning, do they have a fancy for which female disciple on the peak, hey, what kind of vision, one by one is like a tigress.

In the blink of an eye, the sun rose three strokes in the slightly gloomy sky.

Yang Qing's heart was already impatient and resentful, originally he came early to avoid letting Sun Shifeng wait for him, but he didn't expect to be hung out for so long.

"Hmph, early morning, bear with it"

It's the beginning of November, and snow falls every few days, and at this moment, snowflakes like goose feathers are falling.

The four seasons on Jinling Peak are like spring, but the bottom of the mountain is a different scene, covered with a layer of snow.

At this time, the disciple guarding the mountain looked at Yang Qing with his eyes like an idiot.

"To go or not to go"

Yang Qing didn't care about the snowflakes falling on his body, he was annoyed by this feeling.

This is another hour.

Just as he was grinding his teeth, the two of them walked down the stone steps hundreds of feet wide without a single snowflake.

One body has an indifferent expression, interlocking eyebrows, and the other person's face is relatively peaceful.

One of these two is Sun Xinyao's brother, Sun Shifeng, and the other is his junior brother Pang Zeming.

At this moment, after seeing Yang Qing, who was stained with a few snowflakes on his black robe and looked calm, Sun Shifeng's expression remained unchanged, and he was a little helpless.

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