Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Three in One
After receiving this painful gift from Dong Lao, which was like a miser watching himself being skinned alive, Yan Luoyue's crying stopped abruptly.
She still covered her eyes tightly with her hands, and occasionally let out a Schrodinger-like hiccup.
But the high-octave dolphin sound that was like a demon, enchanting sound, and almost crying out in florid tones had obviously stopped.
Yan Luoyue said with a nasal tone that was unique to crying, choking and choking: "This, I'm not very nice."
"Haha, my dear, you are really well-educated and considerate of others..."
Dong Lao almost squeezed these words out from between his teeth.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We are all good friends. Please accept this flying boat!"
"Then..." Yan Luoyue decided to give up. She nodded reluctantly: "Then we will accept this proof of friendship. Thank you."
Mr. Dong: "...Hehehe, young friend, you are really, too, polite."
Button Shujian doesn't have the ability like Dong Lao to swallow his pride.
Let alone a fake smile, at this moment, Niu Shujian couldn't even show an unnecessary expression.
He could only repeat himself like a teleprompter: "You're... too polite."
For some reason, at this moment, they actually hoped that Yan Luoyue would continue crying.
Maybe it was because once the little girl stopped crying, everything she said and did made them look more like two idiots who were looking for trouble!
Yan Luoyue wiped away her tears, stood up, and glanced at the flying saucer behind her.
With just this one action, Ling Shuanghun instantly understood.
The historian, whose temperament was as cold as the snow on the mountain, nodded slightly: "In that case, our flying saucer will be left to you."
"Ah?" Elder Dong was slightly surprised. "This... we dare not touch the beloved thing of Ji Yaozun..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Ling Shuanghun raised his chin slightly and gave him a cold look in the same posture as when his young master had just collided with someone else's flying boat.
"It doesn't matter." Ling Shuanghun said loudly with a stern voice, "Anyway, the Demon Lord will probably be unhappy when he sees the flying saucer destroyed like this."
Dong Lao: “…”
In an instant, Mr. Dong understood everything.
The first thought that popped into his mind was -
Knock your mother, do you hear me? Knock your ancestral grave, knock your entire family!
But on the surface, Dong Lao's mouth corners still twitched, and he said with a gritted teeth and swallowed his anger:
"How can the magic weapon presented to the Demon Lord have any flaws? We are willing to contribute money and effort..."
Hearing this, Wu Manshuang, with her eyes tightly closed under her white veil and a look of loneliness and forlornness, stood up.
He staggered towards Ling Shuanghun, and Ling Shuanghun held his arm with a look of pity.
Wu Manshuang interrupted, "Brother, let's go quickly. We are running out of time."
Mr. Dong: "...If we don't have enough time to help, we should give a little more...I mean, a few hundred million more repair materials, that's reasonable."
After saying this, Dong Lao finally saw the young man in the crane cloak and crown took out the book again.
The Crane tribe historian wrote down his words like pearls, muttering to himself: "To admit one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue..."
This was probably the only thing that made them happy throughout the day.
However, Dong Laoshi couldn't laugh.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt very aggrieved, very empty, and especially very aggrieved...
…
Above the sea of clouds, a giant flying boat sailed slowly by.
Yan Luoyue asked curiously, "Xiao Ling, did you really write down the following content as 'Admitting one's mistakes and being able to correct them is the greatest virtue'?"
"How can this be?"
Ling Shuanghun responded seriously upon hearing this, and his originally dignified sitting posture suddenly became even more upright.
He said in a stern voice: "The pen of history is like a knife. How can it be changed for the sake of power and wealth?"
Yan Luoyue thought, I think so too.
"So what did you write?"
When this topic was mentioned, Ling Shuanghun's body relaxed slightly, and he recited the original text:
"——To be arrogant at first and respectful later is shameless; to flatter superiors and bully subordinates is immoral; to change one's mind every morning is immutable; to be fickle and inconsistent is immoral. Can this be called the behavior of a mean person? This is what is meant by having no sense of shame and injustice, and is not a human being."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Oh, it’s good to have an education. She also wants to be able to curse like that.
After softening his tone a little, Ling Shuanghun further explained:
"As for admitting mistakes and being able to correct them, I just said it out of my heart, not deliberately lying. I thought, there is no way, there is really no one in the world who didn't notice that the words in my letter and what I said don't match, right?"
Bai He's expression was too sincere.
If it weren't for the content of his words, some people might really believe that this was an honest historian as pure as snow.
Yan Luoyue suppressed a laugh and said, "Who do you use the phrase 'admit one's mistakes and correct them' to describe?"
Ling Shuanghun smiled and looked away.
"Of course it's Xiao Wu. Look how fast he has improved since he put away his murderous intentions!"
Hearing him say this with such great immorality, Yan Luoyue finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The praised Wu Man Shuang has been sitting by the window since she got on the flying boat.
The little green snake held up its chin and pondered, obviously having just learned a lot and was in the process of digesting and understanding the meaning.
Yan Luoyue smiled and sat over, then picked up a plate of spiritual fruits from the low table and pushed it to Wu Manshuang.
"Manshuang was a great help today. When you asked them for the flying boat, we really thought of the same thing."
After discovering that the situation was favorable, Yan Luoyue made up his mind to get this flying boat.
It's not because of simple reasons like fraud, extortion, or venting anger.
The key point is that although the actions of the three of them this time are to defeat the strong with the weak, they are also using the tiger's skin as a banner.
What if after they leave, the two people on the opposite side realize it belatedly, or verify their identities through other channels, then they will catch up with them, right?
So, just go all out and take their flying boat and run away.
In this way... it's so funny, the other party can't catch up at all.
Wu Manshuang was visibly stunned when she was praised by Yan Luoyue.
He murmured, "I didn't think so much at the time."
He just thought that since Yan Luoyue seemed to like this flying boat very much before, he might as well give it to her in one go.
However, what happened today still gave Wu Manshuang a lot of inspiration.
He slowly realized that not everything could be solved once and for all by death.
Sometimes, using the weak to defeat the strong and using softness to overcome hardness may be a better way.
In that case...
Wu Manshuang took off her gloves and stared at her fingertips.
No one knew what he had done, but gradually, a faint bitter fragrance emanated from Wu Man Shuang's skin.
Wu Man Shuang thought: Maybe I should also try to synthesize other types of poisons.
…
The big flying boat flies fast, steadily and well, and most importantly, it is free.
In less than two days, Yan Luoyue and the other two arrived at their destination, five or six days earlier than they had expected.
During this period, Yan Luoyue studied the newly acquired flying boat, Wu Manshuang tried to synthesize a new poison, Ling Shuanghun sorted out the anecdotes recording this trip... Everyone did their job, and everyone had a bright future.
Yan Luoyue even changed the paint of the flying boat.
Originally, the flying boat was painted with five kinds of patterns: tools, pills, formations, swords, and talismans. It was obviously a product of Hongtong Palace.
After consulting two friends, Yan Luoyue changed her paint job to a giant whale that sprays water.
"In fact, we could have used the Hongtong Palace's decoration to cause trouble."
Yan Luoyue said according to her conscience: "But we didn't, we even took the initiative to change their tattoos - we are so kind!"
When they arrived near the location of the Qianlian Conference, Yan Luoyue and the other two pressed down the clouds and put away the flying boat.
At this time, there were still seven or eight days left before the Qianlian Conference began. However, the area near the venue was already bustling with people. Yan Luoyue and the other two walked through it, and even passed by two markets.
"What's going on?" Yan Luoyue looked around and was deeply surprised by the situation nearby.
"I remember that the Qianlian Conference implemented an invitation system. Each invitation card can only bring one person. The number of people should not be so lively."
There are even more bloated people than in Akabane Castle.
The crowded crowd made Wu Manyhuang frightened. On average, he would check whether his clothes were wrapped properly every three seconds.
This is different from Ling Shuanghun's self-requirement of "dressing properly".
If he leaks even a little bit of the poison, it could be fatal!
Yan Luoyue pursed her lips, watching Wu Manshuang's actions that she thought were covert, and smiled quietly.
She decided to wait until she reached the end of the market before telling Wu Man Shuang that she had already considered this situation when she was making the clothes, so everything he was worried about would not happen.
Ling Shuanghun's wide robe was also squeezed and became a little messy, so he chose to tidy up his clothes as soon as possible.
While smoothing out the wrinkles on his cuffs, Ling Shuanghun took a break from his busy schedule to explain to Yan Luoyue.
"Xiao Yan, you know that the Qianlian Conference will take at least a few months, right?"
"I know."
Ling Shuanghun arranged his crane cloak and began to adjust his crown: "Then you know that when the Thousand Refinements Conference is held, the people living in the Thousand Refinements Curtain are all weapon refiners, right?"
Yan Luoyue had gradually come back to her senses: "I know."
Ling Shuanghun smiled and nodded: "Then do you know that every time there is a similar event, a temporary outer city will be built around the main city area?"
Yan Luoyue clenched his right fist and tapped the palm of his left hand: "I understand."
For example, whenever there is a large-scale event such as a music festival/garden party/food festival, various small vendors will come out and sell cotton candy, balloons, fried chicken strips, pancakes, etc. in the surrounding area.
And what if such an event is held for several months, and the participants are all instrument makers?
Well, the tycoons who sell all kinds of materials will surely get wind of this and make a move, not to mention the numerous chambers of commerce that want to purchase the magic tools.
Not to mention that there are monks who come here specifically to announce bounties and seek to buy tailor-made magic tools, and weapon refiners who don’t have an invitation also want to join in the fun nearby…
In this way, surrounding the "Thousand Refinements Curtain", the real location of the Thousand Refinements Conference, many monks opened up a temporary outfield around it.
The three of them passed through this outer field and arrived at the entrance of the Thousand Refinements Curtain, which was the real location of this Thousand Refinements Conference.
The Thousand Veil is a shimmering barrier with ripples of light at the archway. Several guards are stationed on both sides, and only monks with invitations to the conference can enter or exit.
Above the barrier, a glittering notice was hung high up:
[1. Flying is prohibited within the Senren Makuhime
2. Private fighting among monks is prohibited within the Thousand Refining Maru
3. It is forbidden to privately make and print invitation cards, and to pass off fakes as genuine ones.
Four,……】
Yan Luoyue and the other two walked forward and were about to enter when they were blocked by the guards with their weapons.
"What's up?"
The guard had good intentions. Seeing that the three of them were still young, he stopped them and gave them some advice:
"This is the backstage of the Thousand Refinements Conference. Do you have an invitation? If you force your way in without an invitation, the Thousand Refinements Veil's attack will not be a joke."
Yan Luoyue thanked him for his kindness, casually took out the invitation to the Qianlian Conference, and shook it in her hand.
The guards had not expected that these children actually had invitations.
Moreover, it was an invitation of the Thousand Refinement Level, not the Hundred Refinement Level. The guard was stunned for a moment.
Then, the guard remembered something, and a hint of joy immediately appeared on his face.
"Come on, come on, little Taoist friends, please come this way."
Being pulled aside mysteriously by the guard, Yan Luoyue thought he was going to reveal some inside information.
However, the next moment, the guard rubbed his hands and asked, "Little Taoist friend, your invitation to the Qianlian level is very important. It allows you to bring people in. Bringing a cultivator in will cost at least 5,000 low-grade spirit stones..."
If he could accomplish this, as the middleman, he would also be able to get a thousand low-grade spirit stones.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
When Yan Luoyue heard this, she couldn't help but laugh and cry.
She thought it was some small matter, but it turned out to be someone trying to get votes for someone else!
On second thought, since there were people trying to get a ticket for the Thousand Refinements level invitation, then there might be scalpers reselling the Hundred Refinements level invitation outside right now, but they just didn't run into them.
I sigh silently: some things are the same no matter which world you are in.
Yan Luoyue smiled and grabbed Wu Manshuang's sleeve and shook it in front of the guards.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, but I already have a companion to bring with me."
The guard said regretfully, "...Oh."
Although the transaction failed, the guard kindly reminded:
"I see that the three of you have nothing on your chests. Do you not have any level badges yet?"
Seeing the three nod, the guard continued, "This conference will last for a long time, so it's best to take an exam before it starts. The exam place is at the first Silver Phoenix Building on the right side of the long street. It will be convenient to do things with the badge."
It just so happened that at that moment, no other instrument makers came in, and these children were all handsome and cute.
The guard was delighted and spoke more.
It turns out that in the Thousand Refinements Conference, the weaponsmith badge is equivalent to an official proof of identity.
Monks holding the badge can not only get discounts on materials purchased from official shops, but will also be looked up to when doing business outside.
Without the badge, you cannot participate in many competitions and sermons.
After hearing this explanation, the three thanked the guard for his kindness and immediately went into the inner field.
Shortly after the three of them stepped into the Thousand Refinements Veil, a young man and an old man arrived.
The young man had slightly dark skin, raised eyebrows, a pointed chin, and a commanding demeanor. There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, which made him difficult to approach.
Before he approached the Thousand Refinements Veil, he glanced at the guards and showed the token in his palm.
Upon seeing the emblem on the token, several guards immediately saluted with fear and trepidation: "So you are a disciple of Hongtong Palace! Please come in quickly..."
The young man curled his lips, not knowing what he was thinking about, his brows instantly filled with a gloomy look.
"Don't be so attentive here. Let me ask you, while you were guarding the entrance here, did you see three children passing by?"
The guards were confused: "...three, children?"
There was a flash of viciousness in the young man's eyes.
"Three demon children, one wearing a crane cloak and a crown, one wearing a black cloak, and the most hateful little girl, her mouth makes people's brains buzz!"
…………
As Yan Luoyue and the other two entered the inner arena, the aura of the city rushed over them.
Even if this venue was built temporarily just for the Thousand Refinements Conference, even the most discerning visitor would probably have nothing to say about it.
The main street is wide and neat, with grand and imposing facades and buildings on both sides with flying eaves.
The three of them were not in a hurry to go to the Yinfeng Building for the exam, but instead took a walk along the main street first to familiarize themselves with the venue of the Thousand Faces Conference.
In addition to the Yinfeng Tower for assessment, there is also the Juntian Tower, which is officially guaranteed and can exchange materials and sell magic tools.
There is a Changhong Hall where the Artifact Master can issue tasks.
There is also the Xinghan Auction House where auctions are held...
Along the way, Yan Luoyue stopped in front of a building that was difficult to describe.
"this……"
Ling Shuanghun raised his eyes and read out the name clearly: "Ren Tiantang. Xiaoyan, why do you have this expression?"
Yan Luoyue murmured, "...I don't know. Maybe I always feel that the name 'Nintendo' will easily attract the second most powerful legal department on the planet."
Ling Shuanghun: “?”
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Yan Luoyue went in to ask around, only to find out that this place was a place for weapon refiners to exchange ideas and publish their creativity.
"So, why is it called this name?"
The instrument maker who answered the question looked as if it was a matter of course.
"We, as weapon forgers, should have the spirit of 'the blue sky and the thick earth are always there for us to forge'. Nintendo is a place where innovative ideas are released. Isn't it wrong to give it this name?"
Yan Luoyue smiled bitterly and said, "That's right, but I feel like the lawsuit is a bit tedious..."
"You mean arguing over the source of ideas? That's a common thing."
The weapon refiner looked at Yan Luoyue intently.
His gaze paused for a moment, especially at the fluttering collar of Yan Luoyue's clothes.
"From the way you talk, I think you are also a weapon refiner. If that's the case, why don't you go to the Silver Phoenix House and get a badge, which will save you a lot of trouble?"
Having said this, the instrument refiner patted his chest, his face full of pride.
"Even if you have already taken the test somewhere else, you can still come to the Qianlian Conference to take it again."
"——You should know that the emblem of the Thousand Refinements Conference has a special mark. Even if ten or a hundred years pass, others will know that you participated in this Thousand Refinements Conference."
Yan Luoyue looked in the direction the weapon refiner's hand was pointing, and saw that he was indeed wearing a second-level badge on his chest.
The outer ring of the badge is coated with a layer of golden light, which distinguishes it from the common weaponsmith badges.
Apparently, this should be the special logo of the commemorative edition of the Senren Conference.
You know what, this idea is really familiar. Yan Luoyue lowered his head and thought about it, then laughed to himself.
——Wow, isn’t this the difference between Bing Dwen Dwen and Jin Dwen Dwen? !
Being recommended to take the exam again and again, Yan Luoyue couldn't refuse the enthusiasm.
The three of them booked a suite in the inn. After settling Wu Manshuang and Ling Shuanghun down, Yan Luoyue went straight to the Yinfeng Tower, where the exam was to be held.
It took her some time to go back and forth, and just as she arrived at the door of Yinfeng Tower, she ran into Niu Shujian.
Button Book Sword: “!!!”
Yan Luoyue: “!!!”
She was startled for a moment, but then she remembered the notice hanging high on the Qianlian Curtain, and she quickly regained her composure.
——She doesn't need to be afraid. Private fighting among monks is prohibited in the Thousand Refining Curtain. If they want to fight, they can only go to the dance studio, or practice weapon refining skills in the forging room.
Once she realized this, Yan Luoyue's smile instantly became sweet and lovely, and she even reached out to greet Ding Shujian.
"What a coincidence, big brother, you are here too."
Button Sword: “…”
As soon as I saw Yan Luoyue, all the new and old grudges suddenly flooded my heart.
Niu Shujian's teeth creaked as he ground them. Even Dong Lao, who was following him, couldn't help but remind him softly, "Young Master, private fighting is prohibited within the Qianlian Baku..."
"I know!"
After angrily retorting to Mr. Dong, Niu Shujian gave Yan Luoyue a sly smile.
"The little girl really doesn't know her place, she's just clinging to straw as a token of authority... I've heard that there haven't been any young demons around Ji Yaozun recently."
Yan Luoyue smiled slightly and said lightly: "Maybe your news is a little behind."
Although she had only met Ji Qinghong once, she had to maintain her momentum.
As for the future...
The Qianlian Conference will last for several months, and there is still no conclusion as to what will happen in the future.
Niu Shujian originally thought that Yan Luoyue was young and happened to be alone at the moment, so he thought that such a little girl would be easy to fool, and she would reveal her true colors if she was scared.
But looking at Yan Luoyue's calm and composed look, he himself couldn't be sure and was slightly startled.
Could it be... could it be... that she is really connected with Ji Qinghong?
No, it's not possible.
As if resisting himself from thinking in this direction, Niu Shujian immediately denied it in his mind.
You know, with Ji Qinghong's weird personality, how could this girl catch his eye?
Narrowing his eyes, Niu Shujian sneered, "Are you here to take the level test as well?"
Yan Luoyue raised her eyebrows and looked at him without saying anything.
Button Shujian just continued to mock himself.
"You are so young and yet you know how to act arrogantly. I think it's because of your upbringing. Don't think you can abuse your power just because you got an invitation by chance. I'm afraid you will be embarrassed and cry. Go home and feed yourself."
After saying this, Niu Shujian waited for a moment. Not only did he not get any response from the little girl, but he saw her staring straight at the back of him.
"…What are you looking at?"
Yan Luoyue raised her eyes innocently and said crisply to the back of Niu Shujian: "Hello, Demon Lord..."
"!!!"
This sound almost scared Niu Shujian out of his heart attack.
His expression changed instantly, and he immediately twisted his hips an exaggerated 180 degrees, looking behind him tremblingly.
...But behind him, there was no one, only a wide and quiet street.
Yan Luoyue slowly continued the second half of the sentence: "——Amazing, I miss him."
Button Sword: “…”
He laughed instead of being angry, and sneered twice, then tapped Yan Luoyue a few times with his hand.
"If you have the guts, come in and take the exam!"
In short, probably because he was afraid that Yan Luoyue would do something out of the ordinary, Niu Shujian strode into the Yinfeng Tower at a speed so fast that it seemed as if a ghost was chasing him from behind.
After this test, Yan Luoyue became more and more certain that this guy named Niu was a paper tiger that would break with a single poke. He even trembled at the mere mention of Ji Qinghong's name.
She smiled slightly, lifted the corner of her robe, and prepared to enter the Yinfeng Tower.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a snow-white light, passing by in surprise.
“…”
Yan Luoyue quickly turned her head to take a look.
Just like Niu Shujian before her, she only saw a wide and flat street.
But thinking about his experiences along the way, Yan Luoyue still pressed the corner of his mouth cautiously.
That... shouldn't be that effective.
She greeted Ji Qinghong from a distance, and then really summoned him?
…
As soon as Yan Luoyue walked into the Yinfeng Building, the pretty and beautiful person in charge came towards her.
She did not show any strange color because of Yan Luoyue's age, but followed the rules and explained the power division structure to Yan Luoyue from the beginning.
In the world of immortal cultivation, weapon refiners are ranked from low to high, from one to nine.
Generally speaking, first- and second-level weapon masters are called junior weapon masters, third- and fourth-level weapon masters are intermediate weapon masters, and fifth- and sixth-level weapon masters are advanced weapon masters.
As for the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels, they are collectively called weapon refining masters.
Above the ninth rank, every weapon refiner who is able to refine a magical weapon of the highest quality that can be handed down from generation to generation is capable enough to found a school of their own and is honored as a weapon refiner grandmaster.
The official classification of levels is very detailed, but the public generally does not pay so much attention to it.
Because the places for certifying the rank of weaponsmiths are mostly located in several large and prosperous cities.
Therefore, in a place like Yunning Daze, as long as the weapon refiner has a close relationship with him or can refine a magical weapon of spiritual level or above, everyone is willing to give face to the weapon refiner.
Just as in the entertainment industry even extras can be called "teachers", anyone who can refine good instruments will be called a "master".
For example, Yan Luoyue’s alias Yan Bixin is one of the above-mentioned cases.
After the introduction, the lady in charge smiled sweetly and said:
"If you start from the first level, you will receive a commemorative badge for this Thousand Refinements Conference at each level. You can also show your badge and continue to take the next level of assessment."
Yan Luoyue said without hesitation: "I will start from the first level."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud sneer came from the side.
From the shadows nearby, the lingering figure of Button Shujian slowly stepped out.
He looked at Yan Luoyue unwillingly, raised his chin and said, "I will also start the assessment from the first level."
Having said that, Niu Shujian glanced at Yan Luoyue arrogantly.
He had a rude and disdainful expression on his face and made a gesture to Yan Luoyue indicating a small amount.
"Since you are young, I won't bully you. No matter what you refine, I am only slightly better than you."
Yan Luoyue looked at him in surprise, as if she had never seen this kind of thing before.
"Really? If you say so... How about we gamble a little bit?"
It's a pity to waste such a great opportunity.
If you don’t take advantage of this opportunity that is offered to you proactively, you will be doing yourself a disservice.
After all, it was the first time in a long time that Yan Luoyue heard such inappropriate words.
Niu Shujian choked, then gave Yan Luoyue a look: "What are you betting on?"
Yan Luoyue thought for a moment and said, "I have a very beautiful big flying boat, so I'll bet on that one."
Niu Shujian's expression twisted for a moment: "..."
——What do you mean by 'your flying boat'? Just two days ago, this particularly beautiful big flying boat was mine!
But after a little thought, not knowing to which dimension his train of thought had deviated, Niu Shujian soon revealed that disgusting smile of confidence in victory.
"Oh, you want to take this opportunity to return the flying boat to me and apologize to me? Oh, I have offended the true disciple of Hongtong Palace, and I only realized it when the disaster happened. It's a bit too late."
He mocked Yan Luoyue in a normal and confident manner, and then the Button Sword summoned a brown-red flame from his fingertips.
"I won't take advantage of you, lest people accuse me of bullying even children. The value of this 'Soul-Destroying Fire' is just equivalent to a flying boat, so I'll use it as a bet."
Having said that, Niu Shujian raised his chin high, as if waiting for others to appreciate his tolerance.
After listening to this lofty speech, Yan Luoyue glanced at Niu Shujian slowly, then slowly looked away.
She was not angry at all, she was calm and even felt like laughing.
After all, at this time, in Yan Luoyue's heart, Button Shujian had completely lost his human identity and turned into a money-making tree named "The Landlord's Foolish Son".
Every word he spoke had the wonderful sound of 1,000 spirit stones in Yan Luoyue's ears.
The two finalized the contract and walked into the examination room.
The first- and second-level rating assessments are based on the same questions.
Among them, the qualification requirement for a first-level instrument refiner is to refine a storage ring with a standard capacity - the standard capacity is two cubic meters.
This test is about the instrument maker's ability to compress space, which is a basic skill in instrument making.
However, it can be seen from the test questions that the requirements of the Qianlian Conference for weapon refiners are obviously higher.
Generally, storage bags are the size of sachets, but storage rings are only as thick as finger rings.
The difference between the two is like carving emoticons on peach pits and rice grains respectively. The difficulty of the latter is obviously a step higher.
Since the test question requires the ring to hold a standard size, the only way to win the competition is to focus on the shape of the ring.
The smaller and more delicate the ring, the higher the skill of the craftsman.
There were exactly three or four weapon refiners who were scheduled to take the test before Yan Luoyue and Niu Shujian.
Yan Luoyue watched intently. There was a weapon refiner who sat there motionless the entire time, but his refining technique was as slow as an old dog.
Finally, he took out a... uh, a ring from the furnace.
Although the thickness, size and weight were not satisfactory, the difference between the ring and the ring was not too great, so the examiner turned a blind eye and issued a first-level badge.
But the examiner would never allow the weapon refiner who came after him to pass.
After taking a quick look at the work, the examiner took a deep breath and pointed at the man who had passed by earlier.
He said earnestly: "If you make a ring like him, I will consider you qualified. If you are creative and make a single brass knuckle, I will also consider you qualified. But you are now..."
At this point, the examiner hesitated to speak.
He could understand the other party's desire to take the exam, after all, he had also been young.
It wasn't that he was deliberately making things difficult for the younger generation or these new weapon makers. As long as the results were close to the standard, the examiners wouldn't be too demanding.
But this work is also really...
The truth is, you can't think that the examiner is blind just because he is more tolerant, right?
The most that others can do is to make a ring, but what about you?
Damn, you came here and directly refined a two-foot-long armor!
You divide the storage bag into pieces of different sizes and spread them evenly on the back of the armor!
"Can't you please be more flexible..."
The examiner said: "Fail!"
“…”
As this creative monk left the examination room with his head hung dejectedly, Yan Luoyue and Butterfly Shujian, along with other monks waiting for the test, entered together.
Each of them was given a box with a quantity of materials neatly placed inside.
The service attitude is very good and deserves praise, but this material box requires additional charges.
Yan Luoyue silently calculated the difference between the material cost and the market price in her mind, and felt that hosting the Qianlian Conference might be a very profitable business.
Just take the exam as an example, the cost of materials, assessment fees, the cost of the badge... add up to a considerable income.
Retracting his scattered thoughts, Yan Luoyue lit the furnace.
Diagonally opposite her, Button Sword had already aimed at the furnace with great momentum and executed the first set of gestures.
It seems that he is determined to avenge his past shame by bullying children today.
Yan Luoyue sighed for him in advance and slowly put the necessary materials into the furnace.
As a disciple of Hongtong Palace, Niu Shujian was well-informed and most likely had already inquired about the content of each test in the weapon refiner assessment.
But even in the face of an open-book exam, Button Shujian's struggle was useless.
Because he may not know that in "One World", in order to reduce the weight, the players once made a special design to replace the storage bag in a desperate manner.
The name of this design is... "Yellow Mirror Sticker".
…
After two incense sticks, the exam ended.
The instrument makers who took part in the examination came forward one after another and presented their works to the examiner for inspection.
After obtaining the first-level badges, the few weaponsmiths in the queue ahead did not leave immediately. Instead, they were relieved and wanted to see how the later comers would perform.
When Niu Shujian extended his finger, the experienced examiner remained calm.
But several newly promoted first-level weapon makers all gasped.
They saw that a sword had fallen from his hand... No, it couldn't even be called a "sword" at this width.
This young man with a face full of pride and arrogance actually twisted a thin thread from his finger!
Space Compression is the entry-level ability of the Artificer.
This technology is used regardless of storage props, flying instruments, or magical weapons that can be freely retracted.
But just like a piece of white paper, the more you fold it in half, the more effort it takes.
The same is true of space: the smaller it is, the more difficult it is to compress.
If compressing a storage bag into a ring is a threshold, then compressing the ring into the thin line in front of you is no less difficult than the former.
Several instrument makers exchanged information in low voices.
"Whose disciple is this?"
"He must have been taught by a famous master. He is not comparable to us casual practitioners."
"Look at the corner of his robe—"
"The 'Qi' symbol... is Hongtong Palace!"
As if shocked by the origin of the Niu Shu Sword, as soon as the three words "Hongtong Palace" came out, everyone held their breath and became as quiet as crows, no longer making any comments.
Instead, Niu Shujian smiled, as if he was pleased by the inexperienced look of these people, and his pointed chin was raised to the sky again.
He snorted at Yan Luoyue: "It's your turn."
Yan Luoyue walked forward silently.
The little girl extended her right hand to the examiner.
Her five fingers were white and smooth, and she didn't seem to be wearing any jewelry.
Niu Shujian was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide in surprise. Then he burst into a merciless sneer.
"You are young and useless, so it's understandable. Even if you can make a piece of armor, it will be an explanation, but you are here now..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Luoyue had already glanced at him dimly with a look of pity.
Button Shujian choked: "..."
Wait, who can tell him why a familiar sense of foreboding is rising up his back...
The next second, Niu Shujian watched with his own eyes as Yan Luoyue picked off a small red mole from her finger.
Examiner: “…”
Button Sword: “…”
Everyone: “…”
Wait, what are you doing?!
You won't say... You won't tell us...
Facing everyone's shocked gazes, Yan Luoyue calmly pushed the little mole towards the examiner.
"This is the 'Portable Sticky Tattoo Embroidery Red Ring' I made... I mean, although the shape is unique, it is quite convenient to use. If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"