Chapter 1 The Bright Sky

The sky was bright, and snowflakes were falling again, but there was not a single patch of snow in the back mountain of Huangjue Temple.

An Qisheng and the Great Monk Sanyin walked unhurriedly towards the back mountain.

Huangjue Temple was originally built by excavating several mountains. Although many temples stood in rows, there were still some shadows of the original mountains.

The back mountain of Huangjue Temple, the place for refining weapons, was one of them.

Clang! Clang clang!!…

Even a li away from the back mountain, a heat wave accompanied by the sound of metal striking metal came.

An Qisheng looked from afar and saw that the back mountain was filled with thick smoke and fire, the scorching sky was somewhat hazy, and the air was full of the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.

That mountain was originally a volcano.

"Among the places for casting weapons in the world, my Huangjue Temple and Wanjian Mountain Villa are the best. Compared with the weapon casting place of the Dafeng Dynasty, it is not much different..."

Sanyin sighed slightly:

"For more than a thousand years, I don't know how many magical weapons in the martial world have come from my Huangjue Temple."

"Refining weapons for thousands of years is indeed extraordinary."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

In his eyes, there was an extremely strong intent of soldiers and weapons in the back mountain of Huangjue Temple, which was the imprint left by the forging and recasting of magical weapons.

Indelible, and not to be ignored.

These imprints seemed useless, but in fact they were also very useful for casting weapons.

Just like an ancient academy with a thousand years of literary atmosphere often gives people a feeling of washing their hearts, the intent of soldiers and weapons on this weapon casting field also has a great baptism effect on weapons.

"This little monk has been in charge of the weapon casting valley for many years, and has personally forged sixteen magical weapons. Unfortunately, no one has been able to pass the lightning baptism with a magical weapon and achieve the divine meridian."

Sanyin said, glancing at An Qisheng:

"Daoist Priest, your physique is unparalleled in the world, and I am afraid that no one can compare with you since ancient times. However, lightning baptism is by no means easy. Daoist Priest must be careful, be careful."

Sanyin spoke quite sincerely.

The divine meridian is the highest pursuit of Jianghu people, and it is also the most dangerous hurdle. He himself has condensed the Qi meridian for many years, but he has not been promoted to the divine meridian.

It was because this threshold was too dangerous.

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many talented people have fallen before the divine meridian.

"Thank you, Master, for the advice."

An Qisheng thanked him.

He had a good impression of this great monk.

In the past three months, Huangjue Temple had indeed done its best, especially this great monk, who had been running around in the many mines of Huangjue Temple for three months to obtain various spiritual materials for him. He had to accept this kindness.

If it were replaced by an ordinary sect, even if they were willing to admit defeat, they might not be so diligent.

Even if they hid the best materials, he would not be surprised at all.

It can only be said that a great sect with a thousand years of heritage does have its unique features.

Of course, An Qisheng was not entirely taking advantage. He also paid for the gold and silver required for the materials. Thanks to Zhao Changying, he was not short of money.

However, the best materials are all priceless, and he naturally took advantage of it.

"This little monk also has selfish motives."

Sanyin smiled and said, "Daoist Priest, you are a genius. It is rare for Qi meridians to attack divine meridians since ancient times, and it is almost unheard of for a non-weapon master. If you can be promoted to the divine meridian with the magical weapon I made for you, and even leave your name in history, it will not be in vain for me to cast weapons for many years!"

An Qisheng shook his head with a smile, looked at the hazy smoke and fire in the distance, and his eyes became a little leisurely:

"I wonder what the legendary eight Celestial God Weapons look like."

Among the Jiu Fu Realm, what he cared about most must be the eight Celestial God Weapons.

Speaking of Celestial God Weapons, he thought of the Wang Quan Sword again.

Tong Zhengyang brought the Wang Quan Sword to Xuanxing after breaking through the boundary. There was something strange about it, especially that the Wang Quan Sword would recognize him as its master.

He had many guesses in his mind, but unfortunately, he could only wait until he returned to Xuanxing to find out.

"The Celestial God Weapons have disappeared for more than seven hundred years, but I don't know when they will reappear in the Jianghu."

Sanyin also had a trace of longing on his face:

"Divine weapons have refining and nurturing. Refining accounts for three parts, and nurturing accounts for seven parts. The achievement of a divine weapon depends on the master, not just the material! The eight divine weapons were not all cast from those legendary materials at the beginning..."

As a weapon caster, no one wanted to see the Celestial God Weapons more than him.

While the two were talking.

They had already approached the weapon casting valley.

The valley here was filled with heat waves and was extremely hot. In the middle of winter, some of the monks nearby were only wearing close-fitting shorts. The monks in the valley who were beating metal were even more exposed to their strong upper bodies.

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly.

These monks had restrained auras and powerful physiques. Not only did they have considerable true Qi cultivation, but they also possessed physical training.

Their martial arts were much higher than those of the thousands of martial monks in the martial arts arena before.

"Casting weapons is also a form of cultivation."

As if seeing An Qisheng's curiosity, Sanyin explained:

"But if you enter my Huangjue Temple, you will run horses for three years to observe your character, do miscellaneous work for three years to temper your patience, attend the Sutra Hall for three years to thoroughly read Buddhist scriptures, know my precepts in the Precepts Courtyard for three years, practice martial arts in the Martial Monk Hall for ten years, and then spend three years in my weapon casting valley to temper your body and hone your will..."

"If you enter the temple at the age of six, you will be thirty years old when you reach this step."

An Qisheng sighed with emotion.

Huangjue Temple's system is not necessarily good, but it is stable. After twenty-five years of tempering, they must be calm people.

Although there is a lack of grinding people's understanding and it is difficult to produce young geniuses, there is no doubt that they are all the backbone.

"How can you teach people the Dharma if you can't stand on your own?"

Sanyin said:

"How can you persuade people to lay down their butcher knives if you are brave and aggressive?"

Clang! Clang! Clang~~

Amidst the sound of metal striking metal, the two walked into the weapon casting valley.

This weapon casting valley was indeed an active volcano. The temperature inside was very high. This was because there was a cold spring引(yin - to draw or divert) from a distance, otherwise the temperature inside would be so high that ordinary people would be burned to death as soon as they entered.

Many great monks who struck metal were sweating profusely, and their copper-cast iron-like physiques were glowing red.

In such an extreme environment, the human body is greatly tested. Not only does physical training progress extremely quickly, but true Qi and internal strength are also in an extremely active state all the time.

Spending three years here beating iron is more rewarding than practicing hard for ten years outside.

The farther down the weapon casting valley went, the higher the temperature became. The real weapon casting place was actually inside the volcano.

When they got here, even An Qisheng's physique felt a little hot, and Monk Sanyin had already撑(cheng - to prop up) his true Qi.

Stepping down to the last step, what came into view was a rolling sea of ​​scarlet flames.

In the sea of ​​fire, there was a huge cold iron platform that was hundreds of feet long and wide.

There has always been a saying that one jin of cold iron is worth one tael of gold. Although it is an exaggeration, it can also be seen the preciousness of cold iron. How much cold iron was used for this platform, if not millions of jin?

Except for Huangjue Temple, which has been in existence for thousands of years, I am afraid that no one else can have such a big hand.

At this time, more than a dozen old monks on the platform were wearing only animal skin shorts and were打铁(da tie - blacksmithing).

Those old monks were about the same age as Sanyin, each with strong bones and muscles. They were holding frightening iron hammers and striking strange metals under the beat of splashing magma火点(huo dian - sparks).

The existence of the Qi meridian network is enough to support people to act normally in extremely harsh environments. This is difficult to do with pure flesh.

Of course, this does not include An Qisheng today.

With his current physique, he may not be able to take a bath in magma, but it is not a problem to swim.

If he were dissected, it would be found that his current skin membrane, under the penetration and weaving of the Qi meridians, was no longer the composition of human flesh, muscles, bones, and skin.

Any muscle fiber is much stronger than steel bars.

"Senior Brother Sanyin! Daoist Priest Wang Quan!"

Seeing the two of them, an old monk put down his iron hammer and stepped forward to greet them.

This old monk's name was Sanmu. He was Sanyin's junior brother and had not left the weapon casting valley for many years. He was打铁(da tie - blacksmithing) almost every day.

The old monk bowed and shouted:

"Senior brother! The gun barrel has already been forged, and we are waiting for you!"

The gun barrel was not difficult to forge, especially since An Qisheng had no requirements for the gun barrel other than toughness, so it had already been forged.

Only the gun head, whether it was the selection of materials, the heat, the strength, or the quenching and开锋(kai feng - edge opening), was extremely difficult.

Forging was the most difficult.

Sanyin was the number one weapon caster in Huangjue Temple, so it was naturally the most稳妥(wen tuo - safe and appropriate) for him to操刀(cao dao - handle) this last step.

After all, the materials used for this spear were all top-notch. If it were wasted, they would not be able to forgive themselves.

"The last process is not for me to do it."

Hearing this, Sanyin shook his head.

"Ah?"

Sanmu was stunned: "If senior brother doesn't do it, who can do it? The material used for this gun head is worth no less than a city. If it is wasted..."

Sanyin did not answer. An Qisheng stepped forward and replied with a smile:

"I am the master of the magical weapon, so this last step should naturally be done by me."

In the past three months, he had been waiting for Sanyin to return, but he had not been idle.

While tempering his body,运(yun - transport) true Qi, and deducing martial arts in his dreams, he also learned打铁(da tie - blacksmithing) by the way.

With心学(xin xue - mind study) in his body, with his current learning ability and inhuman control over his physique, learning打铁(da tie - blacksmithing) was naturally not a problem.

Not only did he learn it as soon as he learned it, but he also精(jing - skilled or proficient) it as soon as he learned it.

"Daoist Priest Wang Quan?"

Not only Sanmu, but also some other old monks looked over, uncertain and surprised.

Although they knew that Daoist Priest Wang Quan's physique was shocking,打铁(da tie - blacksmithing) was not something that could be done with great strength. There were many skills involved.

"You, can you do it?"

Sanmu couldn't help but said, "This batch of materials is too precious, and the temple can't find a second batch for the time being."

"I know what I'm doing."

An Qisheng did not辩解(bian jie - explain), his body moved slightly, and he appeared in the center of the platform like a ghost, and picked up the big iron hammer that Sanmu had put down.

With a slight sense, the thousand-斤(jin - a unit of weight, approximately 500 grams) heavy hammer vividly appeared in his mind.

Its material composition, where it has been磨损(mo sun - wear), where it is most stressed... All kinds of information have been洞悉(dong xi - understand clearly) by him.

His speed was extremely fast. Several old monks had been staring at him, but they did not see his movements clearly, and they did not know that he had just picked up the hammer casually, and it was as familiar as if he had used it for decades.

Before the words of refusal could be spoken.

They saw An Qisheng pick up the thousand-斤(jin - a unit of weight, approximately 500 grams) heavy iron hammer as if he was捏(nie - pinch) firewood.

He gently掂量(dian liang - weigh in the hand) it a little, and then隨手(sui shou - casually or conveniently) smashed it down!

When this smash landed, the hearts of a group of old monks jumped!

It was clearly a隨手(sui shou - casually or conveniently) smash, but at the moment when the hammer head fell, the surrounding air seemed to哀嚎(ai hao - wail or moan) and逃竄(tao cuan - flee in panic), and一道道漣漪(yi dao dao lian yi - ripples) spread out.

In the void that was荡漾(dang yang - ripple) like water, the black hammer head turned red under this violent friction!

What a terrifying power!

Once Dan Jin is formed, one finger is all全力勃发(quan li bo fa - bursting forth with all one's strength), let alone An Qisheng today?

He seemed to be隨手(sui shou - casually or conveniently) smashing it, but in fact, all the power of his body had滚滚倒灌(gun gun dao guan - gushing back) into his wrist. It seemed that he was gently落锤(luo chui - hammering down), but in fact, there was no difference from his全力砸下(quan li za xia - smashing down with all his strength)!

And he could still撼动(han dong - shake or impact) the Huangjue Bell, which weighed millions of pounds, with his bare hands, so what about the power of a hammer?

Boom!

It seemed that thunder was炸开(zha kai - explode) under the hammer!

The huge cold iron platform responded with a sound,发出龙吟虎啸一般经久不息的嗡鸣之声(fa chu long yin hu xiao yi ban jing jiu bu xi de weng ming zhi sheng - making a buzzing sound like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl).

The surrounding boiling magma rose ten丈(zhang - a unit of length, approximately 3.33 meters) high like a curtain!

Under the啪啪(pi li pa la - crackling) rain of falling magma, a group of old monks were瞠目结舌(cheng mu jie she - dumbfounded), as if they had seen ghosts and gods, and they forgot to dodge for a while.

Is this still a human?

Is this still a human?!