One hundred and thirty miles east of Dechang Mansion is a stretch of mountains, with a wide and smooth road under the mountains leading to the dock and the city.

About a little way up the mountain road, on the mountainside, there are two symmetrical building complexes. There are still traces of the aftermath of the war in many places. Many craftsmen and disciples of Shenbing Valley have repaired them here.

A little further ahead is where the inner gate is. On one side is a lake and dense forest, and on the other side is a steep cliff.

Huhu

The cold wind blew over the cliff and dispersed the thick smoke from the forging site.

The clanking sound of iron can be heard from a long distance away.

In the Forging Ground, furnaces are burning brightly. Niu Jun and other former disciples of the Forging Valley are forging iron, carrying iron materials, or repairing weapons. More than a month has passed, and they are on the right track.

boom!

boom!

The heavy hammer rose and fell, and in the smoke, Li Yuan was striking, no matter how hard he exerted himself. Every time the hammer hit, it would bring up large sparks, and the ground seemed to be shaking.

He was concentrating completely, only his arms were rising and falling, and his body remained motionless, absorbing all the counter-shock force while striking.

This force spreads throughout the body, causing his pores to relax, and spreads along the meridians to the muscles, bones, and even organs and internal organs of the body...

This is the sound of tiger and leopard thunder.

Six handyman disciples were waiting on the side, either filling in spiritual charcoal or blowing the bellows.

call!

After a long time, Li Yuan put down the forging hammer, took out the red iron from the furnace, and quenched it.

"The fire is not warm enough. This place cannot compare to the Valley of Forged Soldiers."

Li Yuan didn't even break a sweat when he fired a high-grade famous sword. He put on his coat and shook his head slightly. If the temperature of the fire hadn't been much different, he would have done it two days ago.

"The fire is not warm enough, and the quenching process lacks cold water, and many people are not used to it."

It is not just Li Yuan who is suffering, all the disciples of the Weapon-casting Valley have been adapting to this relatively harsh environment during this period.

"Of the nineteen states in the world, there are not many military forging places that can compare with the Earth Fire Cold Pond..."

Lei Jingchuan was leaning on a crutch and giving directions, quite satisfied: "It's easy to master and you can pick it up at your fingertips. It won't take long before you can independently create top-notch instruments!"

"This disciple's practice in the art of armor and psychic communication is not sufficient yet."

Li Yuan is not humble.

The essence of the art of forging lies in the art of armor and psychic communication, using blood to communicate with the spirit and using Qi to nourish the spirit. This is much more difficult than forging and beating.

"You don't have to be too hasty with your armor psychic skills. At your current age, with this achievement, you are already catching up with your ancestor."

Lei Jingchuan's injuries are still not healed and he is low on energy.

"You always overestimate me."

Li Yuan smiled bitterly. Compared with Lao Jingtou's venomous tongue from time to time, Lao Lei really valued him.

"As long as you know it well, I won't say anything else."

Looking at the furnace forging hammer with nostalgia, Lei Jingchuan stretched out his hand, and Li Yuan hurriedly helped him up, feeling a sigh in his heart.

The injuries of Lei Jingchuan and Lei Jingchuan were very serious. They used countless pills and hired many famous doctors for a month, but they could barely walk with crutches. This was because they had injured their spine.

"Counting the days, you are leaving soon. Let's go have a few drinks."

Lei Jingchuan smiled: "Now let's practice wine."

"become."

Naturally, Li Yuan would not refuse and helped Lao Lei back to the small courtyard not far away.

In the small courtyard, Jing Shuhu was lying on a rocking chair, lazily basking in the sun. When he saw the two people coming in, he did not raise his head, but just squinted:

"Hey, is this the disciple of the inner sect of Longhu, the disciple of the Grandmaster, Li Yuan, Shaoxia Li?"

Li Yuan still didn't have enough tolerance for his poisonous tongue. He was speechless for a moment, then smiled and said: "...There is still a jar of Baicao wine. Why don't I come here to honor you?"

"Baicao wine?"

Jing Shuhu opened his eyes and slowly sat up on the chair:

"There's only one jar left?"

"This altar was left secretly by the disciples, otherwise the master would have drunk it."

Outside the yard, Liu Zheng held a

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Jars of Baicao wine and Wang Peiyao were carrying various dishes to go with the wine. The two of them put down the wine and dishes and bowed to retreat.

"You have to be more economical."

Li Yuan moved the two old men with limited mobility to the table together with their chairs, poured wine for them, and talked about what happened inside and outside Dechang Mansion these days.

"By the way, where is Miss Fish?"

Lei Jingchuan liked spirits, but he also liked the sweetness of Baicao wine and drank several glasses of it.

"Senior Sister Yu has left long ago."

Li Yuan poured wine for the two of them.

On the third day after the battle at Xixiong Mountain, Yu Xuanji came on a dragon horse. He first asked about the causes and consequences of Dharma King Chi Yan's appearance, then gave a few instructions and left in a hurry.

Li Yuan naturally knew that she came here for the cheap master.

"What a drink."

Jing Shuhu drank one glass after another, and he even suppressed his inner energy. After a while, he became a bit drunk.

He suddenly raised his head: "That Miss Yu has great talent and a good background, so she is a good match."

Li Yuan: "..."

"Drink your drink!"

Lei Jingchuan glared at him.

"Drink, drink."

Li Yuan drank a few drinks with him, shaking his head in his heart.

Ever since the news spread that he had entered the Longhu Temple, people came to propose marriage from time to time, ranging from the elders of the inner sect to all the big and small families in the city.

Some people even spend a lot of money and don't want status, just for a night of love.

After finishing a jar of wine, Jing Shuhu fell asleep soundly.

Lei Jingchuan coughed lightly: "The one from Elder Qiu's house..."

"You always stop."

Li Yuan suddenly felt a big headache.

He was a wild Taoist priest who was not naturalized. Of course he was not afraid of getting married, but he couldn't stand such a good match.

"With all your talent, it would be a waste if you didn't have ten or eight children..."

Lei Jingchuan felt a little sorry, but he didn't say anything. He just mentioned it at the invitation.

"Why don't you give birth to ten or eight children? You're not bad at all."

Li Yuan asked back.

Those who can cultivate to the point of perfecting meridians will not have too bad bones.

"Looking for a fight!"

Lei Jingchuan struck him with his crutch, and Li Yuan hurriedly begged for mercy.

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Hundred-year-old Oxbow Level 5]

After sending the two of them back to the house, Li Yuan immediately saw the treasure bow hanging on the wall. On the table, there was also a letter left by Jing Shuhu and a secret book.

"The soul-chasing arrow is a martial art that is not passed down to others except the disciples of the Qiu family. This 'Arrow Through the Forest' technique is only average, but it also has its own uniqueness..."

On the letter was Jing Shuhu’s handwriting:

"Longhu Temple is a holy place in the martial arts world, but it is also a mixed bag. You must be careful when you go there, and don't panic if something goes wrong... If something goes wrong, take this token and go to the "Autumn Wind Temple". It may be of some use.

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