Wei Shiqi and Yu Yao wandered around in the Poisonous Spider Valley all day, and did not turn back to Wuya View until dusk. The harvest of this day was only a few low-quality Mushu grass, except for the " "Silver Horn", the six-winged water snake and the blood python were nowhere to be seen.
Although there was nothing gained, Yu Yao was still in a good mood. Being able to walk with him all day long, inseparable, almost became a luxury wish. She hoped that there would be more opportunities like this. She slowly discovered that only when she was by his side could she forget her hatred, think about nothing, and completely relax herself, as if the burden she had carried on her for a long time had been left to him to solve. . This feeling is very good.
Stepping on the "crunching" plank road back to the quiet room, he saw a shabby storage bag placed in the corner. Wei Shiqi bent down to pick up the bag, poured out the contents, and counted them. After reading it once, there were a total of twenty-nine demon pills of different sizes and seven spirits, sealed in jade boxes.
Du Mo is worthy of being the leader of the Poison Sword Sect, and he acts very grandly. Although the quality of the demon elixirs and spirits of these six-winged water snakes are not excellent, they are by no means inferior products. If he collects them by himself, If so, I don’t know how much energy it would take.
Poisonous Spider Valley and his party solved Wei Shiqi’s big problem. He put away the demon pills and spirits and went to the Tang Bo Fang under the plank road to ask Lao Feng for advice.
Qingming once mentioned to him that Lao Feng practiced the Red Lotus Technique, one of the Four Kunlun Techniques, studied the art of controlling fire, and had great experience in making weapons. The Five Elements Sect came to beg him again and again, but he was always rejected. The leader blocked the way, and Wei Shiqi had a good conversation with Lao Feng, and they were quite friendly. If such an expert in making tools could give him some pointers, he would be able to avoid a lot of detours.
As usual, we drank tea, ate oiled apricots, and chatted a few words. Wei Shiqi humbly asked him for advice on the art of making weapons, how to melt the demon elixir into the weapon during the refining process, and improve the magic. The quality of the device.
This question scratched Old Feng's itch. He blushed and talked endlessly, pouring out all his years of experience.
The knowledge of weapon making is vast. When it comes to cauldron fire, there are demon fire, elixir fire, real fire, earth fire, stone fire, meteor fire, sun fire, ghost fire, thunder fire, poison fire, etc. There are no less than 20 kinds of natural fire, not to mention the details of finding materials, tire making, cauldron furnaces, fire control, smelting, heat treatment, quenching, etc. Just listening to him list them roughly took a lot of time. .
Putting side branch details aside for now, the most critical point of weapon control is fire control.
Wei Shiqi listened for a long time but didn’t understand. He realized that he had once again overestimated himself, thinking that he could refine an iron rod into a Horcrux in just one month. Nothing in this world is achieved overnight. Even a genius needs years of repeated practice.
He was confused when he heard what Lao Feng said. His mouth went dry as he spoke. He picked up the teapot and drank a few sips from mouth to mouth. He continued to speak. Wei Shiqi hurriedly interrupted him, "I'm here." It can be seen from the jade slip that different demon elixirs are mutually exclusive and difficult to coexist in the same vessel. The weapon refiner needs to control the cauldron fire, supplemented by various techniques, to calcine the demon elixir to its "existence" and wait for an opportunity to melt into the device body. What exactly is 'existence'?? ”
Old Feng slapped his thigh and his saliva flew everywhere, “All things have physical properties and origins. To use an analogy with humans, the physical properties are equivalent to the physical body, and the origin is equivalent to the soul. The reason why it is difficult to coexist is because of the origin. Different, mutually exclusive. The so-called "existence" refers to the need to control the heat when refining the weapon, remove the source of the material, and retain the physical properties, so that different materials can be melted together and integrated into one. Generally, any weapon refiner who has passed the 'Existence' level will be able to refine high-grade magic weapons. ”
He didn’t pretend to be mysterious, and every sentence he said was very factual. Unlike Yuhai Zhong’s “Miscellaneous Notes on Making Utensils”, the writing was quaint and unclear. Although Wei Shiqi was still a little confused, he finally understood a little bit. , he was afraid that Old Feng would continue to talk about irrelevant details, so he hurriedly asked him for advice on fire control, how to control the heat, calcine the materials to their "existence" and integrate them into one.
Lao Feng started from the most basic method of gathering fire and taught him various methods of controlling fire, step by step, teaching everything he had, without any secrets.
The ignorant are fearless. This is a good saying, you know. The more he did, the more he felt that he didn't understand anything. After listening to Old Feng's words, Wei Shiqi privately thought that he would never be able to become an weapon refiner in his life.
"Try to control fire. , see if you have the talent to make tools. "Old Feng also said he was tired, and motioned him to start with the simplest method of making tea and try the art of controlling fire.
Beyond the soup boiling room is a plank road, and above the plank road are two quiet rooms, one The empty room was occupied.
Yu Yao took a nap and suddenly woke up. There was a strong wind outside the window and ghosts and wolves howling. She lay quietly in the darkness, with countless fragments of memories floating in her mind. She was a little dazed, as if her strength had been completely drained away, leaving only an empty body. Before closing her eyes, she had hoped that Wei Shiqi would be by her side when she woke up. However, there was nothing at the moment, he was not here. Here, he always had a lot to do and couldn't take care of her.
At this moment, she felt a little self-pity and felt that she had become weak.
Yu Yao picked up. Emotionally, she stood up, straightened her clothes, and slowly walked out of the quiet room. The cold wind blew against her face, biting the cold. She wrapped her clothes tightly, held on to the railing, and looked around. The Liushi Peak was shrouded in thick darkness, the mountains and the sky. Integrated into one, the vastness in front of her made her have the urge to jump off the cliff. Once this thought arose, there was no way to dispel it. She leaned half of her body out of the fence, the wind ruffled her messy hair and sleeves, and her whole body seemed to It lost its weight and floated between heaven and earth.
In the darkness, she suddenly saw a light, warm and bright, heard the crackling of wood chips, and smelled the vague fragrance of tea.
Yu Yao walked down the plank road while holding on to the wall, pushed the door and stepped into the boiling soup room. She saw Wei Shiqi squatting by the iron stove, concentrating on lighting the fire and making tea. The red flame swayed in his palms, and suddenly stretched, It was rounded for a while, and kept changing into shapes. The wind poured in from outside the door, as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, and it could not affect the flames at all.
She nodded to Old Feng and walked lightly. Beside Wei Shiqi, leaning on the pillar, watching his every move intently.
The flame stabilized and surrounded the teapot. The real energy flowed back and forth between his fingers. The color of the flame gradually faded, from red to pale. In an instant, white gas burst out, and the teapot burst into flames. The water is boiling and the aroma of tea overflows.
Wei Shiqi removed the fire, picked up the hot teapot, carefully poured two bowls of hot tea, gave one bowl to Lao Feng, and handed the other bowl to Yu Yao.
Old Feng first looked at the color of the tea, then smelled the aroma, and finally took a sip, nodded and said: "This time it's not bad, the heat is not satisfactory, much better than the previous times."
< p>"I wasted a lot of water and tea, but I finally made some progress." After saying that, Wei Shiqi stood up and looked at Yu Yao. Seeing that she was not energetic, he frowned and said: "You're awake!""Well, I slept for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep." Yu Yao held the teacup in both hands and brought it to her mouth, but she was not busy drinking, letting the steam rise on her face, taking a deep breath and letting out a slight sigh.
The two of them fell silent at the same time. Old Feng beat his waist knowingly and muttered: "Age is not forgiving. I am old and have low energy. I should go and rest early..." He hunched his body, He walked out of the soup boiling room without looking back and closed the door behind him.
Wei Shiqi poured away the remaining tea in the pot, replaced the water and tea leaves, and sat the teapot on the iron stove to simmer slowly. This time, he did not deliberately control the fire and allowed the flames to stir. The teapot is like a disturbed heart. He walked to Yu Yao and reached out to touch her hair, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Yu Yao leaned into his arms and whispered: "No, I I just miss you...What should I do? I find that I...can't live without you..."--