Obtain the skill 'Precision Polishing x1'
Obtained the skill 'Secondary Processing x1'
Obtain the skill 'Pattern Carving x1'
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Qin Yuesheng had no idea that decomposing a Soul-Stirring Bell Diagram would drop so many things.
The number is simply terrifying. After careful counting, there are as many as nineteen light balls, all of which are the craftsman's skills needed to create the Soul-Stirring Bell.
Qin Yuesheng crushed them one by one, and suddenly a lot of new knowledge appeared in his mind, which gave him a deep understanding and experience of how to create a finished soul-shaking bell.
At this moment, Qin Yuesheng can completely create the Soul-Stirring Bell by his own strength.
The decomposition function is so terrifying.
"The Soul-Shaking Bell's core lies in the lightning-struck wood that has been dried by the scorching sun. When the lightning-struck wood collides with gold and some other materials, it will produce sound waves powerful enough to shock evil spirits."
Qin Yuesheng touched his chin and said, "Everything else is easy to deal with, but this lightning-struck wood is hard to find."
As the name suggests, lightning-struck wood is a tree that has been struck by lightning.
This tree has a lingering aura of thunder and lightning, and is very effective in restraining sneaky and weird things.
Ordinary people can put a piece of lightning-struck wood in their home to prevent evil spirits from coming to their house. Of course, if you are lucky like Qin Yuesheng and can get the evil-suppressing iron and the relics of a monk, the effect of exorcising evil spirits will be even better.
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The moon is dark and the wind is strong.
On the overgrown dirt road, the branches and leaves of the trees on both sides grew extremely messy, swaying in the wind in the night, and the shadows cast on the ground were a bit scary.
A handsome scholar strode along the road, his back straight and his face fearless, completely unaffected by the surrounding scenery.
I saw an arm-shaped iron rod extending from the bamboo basket behind him, with a red candle firmly inserted at the end.
By the light of the fire, the scholar held the Book of Songs tightly in his hand, reading it seriously with full concentration, his expression extremely focused.
"I'm so unlucky. I haven't even seen a place to stay along the way. I don't know if I can reach Qingyang City tomorrow if I keep going like this." After a while, the scholar put down the book in his hand and complained miserably.
Without a place to stay, he had to live in the wilderness, which was unacceptable to the scholar.
He would rather keep walking until dawn than find a piece of dirt to sit down and rest and get his clothes dirty.
After walking about two or three miles, a house with a fire on finally appeared on the road in the distance.
The young man's tired body and mind were instantly refreshed, and he quickly quickened his pace and rushed over there.
When he got closer, the boy discovered that this was actually a dilapidated temple with numerous cracks on the walls and an air of desolation.
The large characters on the plaque above the temple gate had peeled off so badly that they were completely unreadable.
"Is anyone there?" the young man asked standing at the gate, looking at the firelight coming out of the temple.
When no one responded, he plucked up the courage to walk in.
As soon as you enter the main hall, you will see three white candles flickering under the Buddha's body which has lost its head.
A woman in a white gauze dress was lying under the Buddha altar, as if she was sleeping.
The woman had a well-proportioned body, fair skin and beautiful appearance. Her bare feet were flawless under the firelight, comparable to a piece of jade carved by a craftsman.
Perhaps she heard footsteps outside the door, the woman slowly opened her eyes, her black hair was not tied up and was completely spread out. As she sat up with her arms supporting her upper body, she looked even more graceful, pure and lovely.
"Sir, are you here to stay?"
"That's right." The scholar walked into the hall, found a clean place not far from the fire, sat down, took out the book in his bag and began to read.
"Sir, are you going to the capital to take the imperial examination?"
The woman sat up, her two bare feet swaying constantly under the Buddha altar. Her white gauze fluttered lightly, and her slender and charming figure was really distracting.
The scholar is also a mortal, and naturally he cannot be immune to this, but in his heart, studying is the most important thing, and passing the imperial examinations, getting a place on the gold list, and returning home in glory are the right ways for students. He then turned around with the book in his hand, and continued to shake his head with his back to the woman.
When the woman saw this scene, she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, which was also particularly light and graceful.
"Sir, am I too scary looking?"
"No, the girl is as beautiful as a fairy."
"But I'm thick-waisted, fat-legged, and smelly?"
"No, the girl is fine."
"Then why don't you want to look at me, sir?"
"I...I want to study. Let's see what you are doing."
The woman jumped off the altar and walked straight towards the scholar. When she got close, she showed no sign of discriminating between men and women and knelt down beside him. She tilted her head playfully and leaned in front of him, saying with a sweet smile, "Sir, what's your name?"
"Qin Huan." The scholar stared at the book and responded with a slightly trembling voice, but he was a little nervous.
"My name is Ning Chu, you can call me Xiao Chu."
"No, no, no." Qin Huan immediately shook his head like a rattle: "I want to study, don't talk to me anymore."
Suddenly, Ning Chu grabbed Qin Huan's cheeks with both hands and turned his entire face to face his own eyes.
It was late at night, in the wilderness.
A single man and a single woman, looking into each other's eyes.
This situation is even more ambiguous.
An uneasy feeling instantly permeated the air.
"Young Master..."
Ning Chu murmured softly, and at the same time, a hint of purple appeared in his eyes.
Qin Huan's eyes seemed clear at first, but after a blink or two, they began to become blurry, and his whole expression showed a drowsy look.
"Sir, how hard it must be to study for ten years just to get a good academic degree. Why don't you just have a dream with me here..."
"Uh..." Qin Hao's expression was dull, and no one knew what he was mumbling. He slowly loosened his grip, and the book he had been holding tightly fell to the ground.
"Okay..." After thinking for a long time, he finally responded.
Suddenly, everything in front of me changed in the blink of an eye.
A bright red.
On the beam, there is red silk embroidered with brocade.
On the wall, there is a big red "囍" character.
There are hundreds of red candles on the Buddha altar.
There is a big red quilt on the floor.
And in front of him was a beautiful bride wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, who was very charming.
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