Chapter 211 I’m leaving!
At night, the refinery was filled with smoke.
The masters and blacksmiths of the sword-making shop had all left early to go home to hug their wives and warm their beds. In the forging workshop, only two people and a deer were left.
On the blacksmith's platform, a Qinglong spear was placed horizontally, with delicate patterns outlined on it, which was extremely perfect.
“This gun…”
Ou Yeping stroked the handle of the spear and frowned, "This spear actually contains a trace of spirituality? It is really rare. Ning boy, where did you get this spear?"
Ning Daoran pointed at the big stupid deer and said, "Pull it out from your good disciple's ass."
“Ahhh~~~”
The big stupid deer let out a cry, indicating that such a shameful thing could not be said so loudly.
"No wonder you want to reforge this gun."
Ou Yeping groaned and said, "I have made countless heavy weapons in my life, but the best weapon I have is a heavy hammer of the top-grade spiritual weapon level. Your gun has a chance to become a legendary magic weapon-level heavy weapon."
Ning Daoran nodded: "I have the same idea, but I don't know where to start. Does the old man have any suggestions?"
"Simple."
Ou Yeping said in a deep voice: "After melting this spear, refine it again, add one jin of black gold and ten jin of gold essence. In addition, if you can add the spiritual essence refined from the spine of a third-level monster, the chance of it becoming a magic weapon will be greater. Of course, recasting this spear is extremely challenging, and the hammering method is the key to success."
"Don't worry, old man. Lao Lu's hammering skills have reached perfection now!"
"Of course, don't you see whose disciple he is?"
Ou Yeping stroked his beard, looking very satisfied.
A few days ago, every time Dabenlu swung the hammer to forge iron, there would be unexpected divine release. That kind of divine release was something Ou Yeping had never seen before. At this time, he had confirmed that Dabenlu's hammering skills were indeed better than his master's, and much better.
So, Ning Daoran cooperated with Dabenlu and started to recast the Qinglong Spear.
The refinery was emptied, leaving only two people and a deer.
When the big stupid deer began to melt the Azure Dragon Spear, Ning Daoran took out a complete spine of the Cold Pond Dragon from the storage bag. This was the spine of a third-order mid-stage monster, and it still emanated a chill even after being dead for twenty years.
Ou Yeping tightened his collar. He actually felt a chill in this hot refinery. His eyes suddenly became fierce, confirming that what Ning kid took out must be some extraordinary material.
“Huh~~”
Ning Daoran exhaled a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire, which began to burn his spine.
About two hours later, the spine turned red and drops of silver liquid flowed out from the tail of the spine. The flow rate was very slow, and it took about dozens of breaths for one drop to flow out.
These were the essences of the Cold Pond Flood Dragon. After enduring the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, they still felt a bone-chilling chill! In the end, the entire dozens-meter-long spine was burned to pieces, but only a small bowl of essence was obtained, which was directly handed over to the big stupid deer.
Bai Lu was the main person in charge of reforging the Azure Dragon Spear this time, and Ning Daoran was just an assistant who assisted in refining it. He did not have the hammer technique to return to the original nature, so professional matters should be left to the professional Bai Lu. Ning Daoran had this in mind.
"Yo Yo~~~"
In the early morning, the big stupid deer let out a loud deer cry and began to refine precious materials such as spiritual marrow, ink gold, gold essence, etc. into the molten liquid of the Qinglong Spear one by one. It also began to reshape it, repeatedly hammering it to remove impurities.
Ning Daoran also started to get busy.
The golden elixir's spiritual consciousness was released, and his hands flew, taking one third-grade medium-quality dragon scale after another to refine, and then engraved spiritual patterns on the fine dragon scales.
Afterwards, use spiritual patterns to construct the core of the micro-array formation.
There are many types of formations, with effects such as increasing weight, gathering spirits, and increasing mana.
"Take it, old deer, and put it all in."
He waved his hand, and more than two hundred miniature formations turned into stars that stretched across the top of the big stupid deer's head.
“Ouch!”
The big stupid deer was like a skilled pancake chef, forging iron like making pancakes. After every dozens of hits, he would add some coriander, fried dough sticks, cucumber, pork tenderloin and the like. Oh no, he added the cores of various miniature formations.
This process lasted so long that Ou Yeping became drowsy.
He had a short lifespan to begin with, his blood and energy were depleted, and he was almost on his deathbed. How could he have the strength to stay in the refinery? However, he wanted so much to see the first magical work of his last disciple that he stayed by his side.
Exactly three days later.
With the final hammering of the big stupid deer, after the weapon was finally tempered, with a "hum" sound, a ray of golden light flowed through the body of the newborn big blue dragon.
Immediately afterwards, the majestic spiritual energy contained in the weapon continued to surge out, and suddenly the entire spear looked like it was covered with a layer of dark green frost.
At this time, the Great Blue Dragon already possessed some of the coldness of the Cold Pond Flood Dragon!
The big stupid deer stood up, holding the big blue dragon with its front hooves and handing it out.
"It's done!"
Ning Daoran's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to grasp the Big Green Dragon.
But at the moment when the big stupid deer let go, Ning Daoran felt a sudden sinking feeling. The recast Big Blue Dragon was at least twice as heavy. Fortunately, he was now a Jindan cultivator, and his blood and energy strength had greatly increased. Otherwise, he might not have been able to dance with it.
Third-grade superior quality, a magical weapon!
Ning Daoran's eyes lit up. He had never thought that the final blue dragon would be a top-grade magic weapon! Firstly, it was due to the rare materials used. Secondly, the return-to-nature hammering technique of the big stupid deer was really powerful. Thirdly, the blue dragon itself had spirituality, and this spirituality was completely preserved by the big stupid deer during the recasting.
"Can I...can I touch it?"
On the side, Ou Yeping was extremely excited.
He knew he couldn't lift it, so he just asked if he could touch it.
"Can."
Ning Daoran held the Big Blue Dragon horizontally in front of his chest.
The old man stretched out his hand to touch the texture on the gun handle. His palm trembled slightly and his eyes were full of excitement. When he touched the blade, he didn't dare to touch it at all. The blade was so sharp that it would cause bleeding if touched.
This is Ning Daoran's weapon, so naturally it cannot be usurped.
"Ning boy, what are you waiting for? Refine your weapons with blood!" The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"good!"
Ning Daoran immediately forced out a mouthful of blood, which was quickly absorbed by the sharp tip of the spear. Suddenly, the entire Qinglong Spear made a "buzzing" sound, as if a real dragon was roaring inside.
The refining process only took a moment. Soon after, the Azure Dragon Spear had once again become one with Ning Daoran's soul and became one of his treasures again.
A magical weapon, it is known as a "magic weapon" in the blacksmithing world.
Even for the Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect, it would take decades to forge a divine weapon, but Dabenlu had spent eighteen years learning from a master in the sword-making shop, and now he had forged a divine weapon! "Hahahaha~~~"
Ou Yeping sat on the stool, holding his thigh and suddenly burst into laughter.
He suddenly thought of the scene when he was young and wanted to join the Divine Weapon Sect, but was ridiculed by Mo Yunting, Mo Shaoting and others. He also thought of how the Sword Forging Shop had been looked down upon and endured humiliation in front of the Divine Weapon Sect over the past hundred years.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Now, who dares to say that the sword-making skills of the sword-making shop are not as good as those of the Divine Weapon Sect? Just now, when the big blue dragon was tempered for the last time, a ray of spiritual light rushed out of the sword-making shop.
That spiritual light was the sign of the emergence of a divine weapon. Most people might not know it, but the old blacksmith and sword-making master could see it at a glance.
The Divine Weapon Sect has arranged so many spies in Fanshu City, it is difficult for this matter not to spread out.
Thinking of this, Ou Yeping laughed even more happily.
“Hahahahaha~~~”
The old man laughed out loud.
Then, he was about to die while laughing.
…
"Ning boy, disciple, come here."
Ou Yeping's face turned pale and he leaned lightly against the wall behind him.
His life span has officially come to an end.
"Old man, do you have any last words?" Ning Daoran asked.
“I don’t have any last words. After accepting this last disciple, I have no regrets at all. My little disciple actually created a magical weapon. What regrets can I, Ou Yeping, have? Hahahaha~~~”
After Ou Yeping laughed breathlessly for a few times, he patted his storage bag and took out a golden token and some property deeds from it, saying, "This is the owner's token of the sword-making shop. The property deeds and property deeds are all here."
He looked at Ning Daoran and said, "Although I had a Taoist partner in my life, she died young and left no children. Now I am the only one left. None of the descendants of the Ouye family are capable, so... I will leave this shop to you."
He smiled slightly: "I know that you are just passers-by in Fanshu City and will leave eventually, but it doesn't matter. I believe that you will properly manage this sword-making shop. It is better to entrust it to you than to those useless descendants."
"Old man..."
Ning Daoran knelt on one knee, took the token and the contract document, and said, "Any other last words?"
“No more.”
Ou Yeping looked at Bai Lu and said, "My dear disciple, you should pass on the master's skills well in the future. No matter how far you go, don't forget that it was me who brought you into the sect."
“Ahhh~~~”
The big stupid deer also knelt on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't cry."
Ou Yeping smiled and said, "He died at the age of 220. It's a happy funeral. There's nothing to cry about."
He sat upright on a small stool, straightened his clothes, and said in a weak voice: "I am leaving now, don't worry about me, you all need to be well... I am leaving now!"
As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes, and there was no more breath left, and he passed away in sitting position.
…
"Goodbye, old man..."
“Yo yo…”
The man and the deer were a little sad, but they had to take care of Ou Yeping's funeral.
Not long after, Sang Ping'an arrived.
The sword-making masters in the sword-making shop all showed sad expressions when they learned that Ou Yeping had passed away. Although the old man was strict on weekdays, he never deducted wages. He would give what was due and teach what was due. This alone made him better than most black-hearted bosses.
In the sword-making shop, there was music and dance, and a funeral was held for the old man.
…
Red Leaf Valley, Divine Weapon Sect.
After hearing the news, Mo Yunting and Mo Shaoting were greatly shocked.
"Last night, a strange phenomenon of a magical weapon appearing in the sword-making shop..."
"Ou Yeping passed away in the early morning..."
Mo Shaoting frowned and said, "Could it be that before Ou Yeping died, he finally improved his hammering skills and created the last work of his life, which is also the only artifact?"
(End of this chapter)