Seeing that Hua Bushi was no longer sad, the smile on Ou Shi's face disappeared, and he put the "Fire Spear" on the table with a "bang", and said, "This thing has been made, I came here to see who you want to give it to!"

Hua Bushi was stunned when he heard this, he knew that although Ou Shi was a master caster, he had always only focused on the casting itself, and he didn't care who used the weapon he created. Back then, when the "Wanyue Sword" was cast, Ou Shi asked someone to bring it to Hua Bushi after casting, and he never asked a word after that.

However, this time he traveled thousands of miles from Hunan to Yujing, just to see who Hua Bushi was going to hand over the "fire spear" to, which made the eldest young master inevitably a little surprised.

As if seeing Hua Bushi's doubts, Ou Shi said in a deep voice: "As I said just now, it took me a lot of work to create this 'Fire Pan Spear', more than any weapon in the past. It doesn't matter who uses all the swords and swords, the sharp weapons I helped Young Master Hua cast in the past will not be given to people in your eyes, and they should all be able to be used to the fullest. However, the power of this 'fire spear' is greater than that of any divine blade, and I still can't rest assured if I don't see its owner with my own eyes. ”

He snorted, and continued, "If you choose the wrong owner for this gun, I will destroy it, and I can't give it to you!"

No one knows the old blacksmith's strange temper better than Hua Bushi, and if he can say it, he will definitely be able to do it, and it is possible that he will really destroy this gun when the time comes.

The eldest young master pondered for a moment and asked, "Then with the meaning of Oushi, what kind of person is qualified to be the master of this 'fire spear'?"

Ou Shi rolled his eyes and said, "It's hard to say, anyway, at least let me look at it!"

Hearing this, Hua Bushi's brows furrowed again. He wanted to ask Ou Shi what he was thinking, so that he could find a qualified person, and he couldn't let this musket be destroyed, who knew that this old blacksmith only said such a sentence, but Hua Bushi knew that this person had a very strange personality, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for one person in a hundred people to make him look at him.

Seeing the sad appearance of this eldest young master, Ou Shi smiled again, and said, "What are you waiting for, why don't you take me to see him soon, I'm still in a hurry to rush back to Wuyang after seeing it!"

Hua Bushi had no choice but to claim yes, stood up and walked towards the door, while Ou Shi grabbed the musket on the table and followed behind him.

Ding's house is not small, and it takes more than a dozen yards to cross from the front hall to the backyard. Hua Bushi took Ou Shi along the corridor for half a cup of tea before coming to a small cross-courtyard behind the West Chamber, which was the residence of Ximen Tong.

As soon as he approached the door, Hua Bushi heard a strange moan and gasp coming from inside, as if a wounded beast was squeezing in pain. His face changed, and he immediately pushed the door in.

When Hua Bushi rushed into the door, he saw that the light in the room was dim, and there was a mess in all directions, the chairs and stools were overturned, and the coffee table on the wall was broken into two.

In the corner of the room, a dark shadow was shivering, but there was a man curled up, and the strange sound came from his mouth.

Hua Bushi recognized this person at a glance as Ximen Hitomi, hurriedly rushed forward, leaned down to take a closer look, but found that his eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, and there was a layer of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead, and he looked like he had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

Hua Bushi wanted to reach out to help, but he was even more taken aback at the touch. He only felt that Ximen's whole body was hot, and there were at least more than ten joints dislocated in his hands, feet, shoulders and backs, no wonder he was in such pain and lost consciousness!

Although this room was messy, the doors and windows were intact, and Hua Bushi's observation did not seem to be invaded by foreign enemies, and as soon as he thought about it, he immediately understood that the reason why Ximen Hitomi would look like this was actually caused by practicing internal skills.

Just two days ago, Hua Bushi gave the secret book of "Bone Shrinking Skill" to Ximen Tong, and this young man must have made a mistake because he was in a hurry to practice. If you can't regulate your true qi in time, your whole body will be damaged, and your martial arts will be lost and you will become a wasted person, and you may even die with a whimper.

Hua Bushi only felt the cold sweat dripping all over his body, and said to Ou Shi: "Quick, help me carry him to the bed, I will use silver needles to prick the acupoints for him to clear his pulse and regulate qi!"

As he spoke, he took out the jade box containing the silver needle from his bosom, opened the box and took the needle, and Ou Shi walked in front of Ximen Tong and reached out to hug the person. Hua Bushi suddenly shouted again: "Slow down! This won't work! He has dislocated many bones and joints all over his body, and it will be even worse if he moves!"

This eldest young master has always been calm and thoughtful, but when he saw Ximen Tong's situation at this moment, he was also flustered and a little at a loss.

Ou Shi stopped his hand and said in a deep voice: "What the hell do you want, you think clearly first!"

Hua Bushi said: "It's better to connect the joints for him first, the strength in my hands is not enough, I have to help me!"

He is very skilled in medicine and is very familiar with the bones and joints of the human body, so he immediately grabbed a dislocated joint on Ximen's elbow and asked Ou Shi to help connect it.

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them worked together to remove the dislocated bones on Ximen's body one by one, and Ou Shi carried the young man to the bed and put it away.

Hua Bushi's whole body was already soaked with sweat at this time, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and immediately used a silver needle to stab Ximen's pupil to regulate his qi.

Martial arts practitioners practice internal strength by using their minds to attract true qi and follow the methods recorded in the secret books of internal martial arts to run along the meridians in the body. After cultivating for a long time, the cultivation of true qi becomes stronger and stronger, and the meridians in the human body become stronger, and the practitioner's internal cultivation is deepened day by day. The so-called going mad is that under some unexpected circumstances, the internal force is out of the control of the mind, and the true qi goes retrograde or jumps into the fork in the road, resulting in danger, which is really the last thing that cultivators of internal strength want to encounter.

Each kind of internal strength and mental method has different attributes of the internal force cultivated, some are peaceful, some are violent, some are as supple as water, and some are as fierce as fire, and there are so-called righteous and evil sects. Generally speaking, although the growth of the righteous internal strength is slow, the foundation is solid, the true qi is easy to control, and there is generally no situation where you go mad.

The law of the evil sect is just the opposite, rapid growth can be achieved quickly, and the power is huge, but its flaws are difficult to control, the deeper the skill, the greater the danger when practiced, and some evil sect martial arts practice to the later stage, going mad is almost an inevitable outcome.

When he got the secret book of "Shrinking Bones", Hua Bushi had studied it and knew that although this martial art was very special, it was actually a decent **, and its root cause was derived from the "Shaolin School" Buddhist martial arts. Because of this, he was relieved to hand over to Ximen Hitomi to practice, but he really didn't expect that he would have the possibility of going mad.

Now, the eldest young master didn't have time to think about it anymore, and his two hands carried needles like flying, sealing the meridians and acupoints on Ximen Pupil's body, preventing the uncontrolled true qi in his body from surging around. Half an hour passed in a flash, and Ximen Hitomi was lying flat on the bed, a trace of mist appeared on his body, but the temperature on the surface of his body was no longer as hot as before.

Hua Bushi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this was because the true qi in his body had been controlled, and he gradually submerged into the image of the Qi Sea Dantian, and the movements in his hands slowed down.

After another quarter of an hour, Hua Bushi stopped his hand and sat on the stool next to the bed, panting, exhausted.

"This kid is the one you want to hand over the 'Fire Pan Spear' to him?" When Hua Bushi was casting the needle, Ou Shi stood next to him and didn't say a word, and only then did he ask out loud.

Hua Bushi was almost powerless to answer, so he only nodded with a wry smile.

Ou Shi's face sank, and he said: "That's it, I'll take this gun back and destroy it, I want to give this kid who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, and he will also spoil good things!"

Hua Bushi changed color and said: "He just accidentally went wrong while practicing, Master Ou must not be like this!"

Ou Shi said: "If he can practice like this, he can't say that he will die one day, this musket has cost me a lot of effort, how will it end well if he is given!"

He took out the "Fire Pan Gun" and looked at it, his face showed a little reluctance, and sighed: "Gun, gun, instead of falling into the hands of that useless boy, it is better to go back to Wuyang City with the old blacksmith and throw it back into the furnace!"

Ou Shi said and walked towards the door, Hua Bushi wanted to stop him, but he used the spell to save people just now, and now he has no strength in his body, and he can't stand up for a while, so where can he have time.

At this time, I only heard someone shouting: "zhanzhu......! Leave the musket behind!"

He didn't know when he woke up, his eyes were red, and he suddenly jumped out of bed, and he had already arrived in front of Ou Shi, and stretched out his hand to grab the "fire spear."

Ou Shi would let him catch it, and as soon as he raised his hand, he had already put the musket into his arms, and Ximen Hitomi grabbed it empty, but he used too much force, and with a "poof" sound, he fell heavily to the ground.

Ximen Hitomi has just passed the danger of going mad, and the joints on his body that have been dislocated in many places have just been connected, not only can he not perform martial arts, but he is actually much weaker than Hua Bushi, and he has fallen and can't stand up on the ground.

Ou Shi pouted and said: "Boy, you are so useless, you really don't deserve to be the owner of this 'fire spear', it's useless to force it, I think it's better to forget it!"

He lifted his foot and tried to leave, but found that his ankle was grabbed by the boy who was lying on the ground.

Ximen Hitomi gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go! If you don't leave the musket, you won't want to leave!"

At this time, Hua Bushi had already come to the front, squatted down and stretched out his hand to help Ximen Hitomi. Compared with the "Fire Spear", he was more concerned about the third apprentice, and asked, "Ah Tong, how did you go crazy? If it weren't for me and Ou Shi who happened to be here, I'm afraid you would be dead by now!"