Cave abode is so quiet that you can hear your heartbeat.
Luo Ling's hand was still holding Qin Tiexin's wrist, so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes were fixed on the metal ingot, as if she wanted to burn through the dark gray shell.
Qin Tiexin was silent for a moment, withdrew his hand and gently placed the metal ingot on the ground. Then he took out a half-foot-square wooden box from Storage Bag.
The box is very old, the corners are worn and shiny, the whole body is a dark ebony color, and there is no pattern on the surface.
Qin Tiexin Open the box.
There were neatly stacked metal ingots inside, seven in a row, a total of seven rows, forty-nine ingots. Each piece was similar in size, with a smooth surface and a dull luster under the candlelight.
Luo Ling's eyes turned red.
She let go of Qin Tiexin, slowly squatted down, reached for the box, but stopped in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly. Finally, she picked up the top piece.
The metal ingot feels heavy, with a familiar weight.
She turned it over and took a closer look by candlelight. The metal surface was smooth, but at a certain angle, you could see fine, water-like natural lines - the unique traces after the "Returning Spiritual Gold" was mixed in.
She picked up another piece, and another piece.
Fine gold, mithril, black iron sand, blood copper... Each metal ingot is made of different materials, but they are all mixed with a little bit of "returning to the true spirit gold". Forty-nine pieces, not one is missing.
Luo Ling's hand grasped the metal ingot tightly, and her knuckles turned white from the exertion. She lowered her head, and her long hair hung down to cover her face. Qin Tiexin could not see her expression clearly, and could only see her shoulders shaking slightly.
After a long time, she raised her head.
Her eyes were red, but there were no tears. She gently put the metal ingot back into the box and closed the lid, very gently, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
Then she turned around and looked at Qin Tiexin, her voice hoarse:
"Where did you get it?"
Qin Tiexin said nothing.
Luo Ling stared at him, with an almost pleading hope in her eyes. "Did... someone give it to you?"
Qin Tiexin looked at Master.
This woman, who always wears sharp red clothes and has a sharp eyebrow, now has red eyes and a trembling voice, like a person grasping at the last straw on the edge of a cliff.
He remembered Old Wu's words. "She is more talented than me... Why should we meet each other just to annoy her and remind me of my failures in this life."
But how does this person in front of him seem to have "forgot"?
Qin Tiexin slowly said, "It was given by a senior."
Luo Ling was shocked.
She took a step forward, her voice was very low, as if she was afraid of being shocked. "What is his... name?"
Qin Tiexin is silent.
"Where?" Luo Ling asked again, with irrepressible eagerness in his voice, "Is he... living well?"
What she said was "How are you doing?", not "Are you still alive?" Qin Tiexin heard it - she didn't even dare to ask about the worst possibility.
He looked at his master. At this moment, Luo Ling, how could he still have any majesty of the golden elixir True Person? His eyes were full of anticipation, but also hid deep fear. He even held his breath, as if he was waiting for the judgment of fate.
Qin Tiexin Take a deep breath.
Old Wu didn't want to meet him because he felt that he had no face to meet him. He felt that the two of them were already in two different worlds, so it was better to hide in the Waste Equipment Pavilion and spend the rest of his life.
But what about Master?
The moment she saw the metal ingot, she rushed in from outside cave abode. Her hands were shaking when she was holding the metal ingot, and her eyes were red when she looked at the box. Two hundred years have not diluted this concern, but instead it has become a deeper obsession.
If Old Wu's idea is really followed, the two of them may really regret it for the rest of their lives.
"Master." Qin Tiexin said with a steady voice, "I only know his surname is Wu."
Luo Ling's eyes lit up.
"It's in Liuyun Sect." Qin Tiexin added.
"Where?!" Luo Ling almost shouted, the excitement in her voice could no longer be suppressed.
"Waste weapon..."
Before the word "ge" came out of my mouth, Qin Tiexin just felt like my eyes were blurred.
The surrounding scenery instantly twisted and stretched, turning into blurry ribbons. A huge force enveloped him, the wind roared in his ears, his chest felt tight, and it was difficult to breathe.
When his vision became clear again and his feet landed on the ground, he was already standing at the door of the Waste Equipment Pavilion.
The night wind blew through, carrying the unique smell of ashes from the waste pile.
Luo Ling stood beside him, dressed in red, which stood out in the night. She did not look at Qin Tiexin, but looked straight at the lit stone room deep in the Waste Equipment Pavilion.
Qin Tiexin didn't even see how she moved - only a red shadow flashed, and Luo Ling had appeared in front of the stone chamber door.
She stood still, raised her hand, and seemed to want to push the door, but stopped before touching the door panel.
Then she retracted her hand, straightened her clothes, smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on her cuffs, and raised her hand to tuck her hanging hair behind her ears.
After doing this, she reached out her hand and gently pushed the door open.
In the stone room, Old Wu is sitting at the workbench.
There was an oil lamp on the table, and the flame of the lamp was dancing. He was holding a piece of iron in his hand and a carving knife in the other hand, and he was carving something on the iron piece. He was carving slowly and carefully, and each cut was like completing a work of art.
When the door opened, he didn't look back.
The fire crackled.
Luo Ling walked into the stone room, her footsteps were very light. She stopped three steps behind Old Wu, and her eyes fell on the rickety back.
The gray hair, frayed cloth, and the hand holding the knife are covered with calluses and scars.
Old Wu's movements stopped.
The carving knife was hanging in the air, with the tip only half an inch away from the iron piece. His hand began to shake, slightly at first, then more and more violently, and his entire shoulder was shaking.
He did not look back and did not dare to look back.
The stone room was eerily quiet.
After a long time, Luo Ling spoke. His voice was calm, so calm that it made people feel nervous:
"You... why don't you come to me?"
Old Wu's back stiffened.
"Do you blame me?" Luo Ling asked again, her voice was still calm, but Qin Tiexin could hear what was underneath the calmness - two hundred years of confusion, grievance, anger, and even deeper, unconcealable heartache.
Old Wu Slowly put down the carving knife.
The movement was very slow, as if every joint was resisting. He placed the carving knife on the workbench and made a soft "click" sound.
Then, he slowly turned around.
The candlelight shone on his face. The face was old, full of wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy. But the moment he saw Luo Ling, something broke in those cloudy eyes.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. His lips trembled, his Adam's apple rolled, and in the end he only squeezed out a little breath.
Tears flowed down without warning.
It was not crying, but silent tears. The tears flowed down the wrinkled face, drop by drop, and fell on the skirt of the clothes, spreading out the dark water stains.
Luo Ling looked at him with red eyes.
But she didn't cry, she just took one step forward, then another, until she reached Old Wu.
She reached out her hand and touched his gray hair gently, as if she was afraid of breaking something.
"I've been looking for you," she said, her voice finally trembling, "I've been looking for you in many places for many years."
Old Wu lowered his head and twitched his shoulders.
"Finally I found you." Luo Ling said, her voice steady again, as steady as stating a fact.
She retracted her hand, looked into Old Wu's eyes, and said decisively, word for word:
"Brother Zhen, come back."
Old Wu raised his head and looked at her with blurred eyes.
"Let's avenge it together." Luo Ling said, "But someone must spread the word. Your craftsmanship should not be buried here."
She spoke calmly, but with unquestionable power.
I didn't blame him for leaving without saying goodbye, I didn't question him about the two hundred years of silence, I didn't cry about how hard it was to find him. There was only one sentence -
Come back.
Wu Zhen looked at the woman in front of him.
Two hundred years have passed, and her style is still the same, her red dress is like fire, and her brows are calm and sharp with the golden elixir True Person. But what about me? Her hair is gray, her cultivation is stagnant, and she has spent the rest of her life hiding in this waste weapon pavilion.
But her eyes didn't change.
It's the same Luo Ling who said "Your craftsmanship is not as good as mine!" back then.
Old Wu looked at Qin Tiexin again.
The young man stood at the door. He was tall and taciturn, but his eyes were clear and firm. He knew what the young man had done - he didn't listen to himself and still brought Luo Ling here.
Old Wu Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
When he opened it again, he nodded heavily.
My face was filled with tears, but my eyes finally became bright.
The next day.
Wu Zhen moved out of Waste Equipment Pavilion.
Not in the capacity of Luoling dao companion - neither of them mentioned this matter. Two hundred years of time lie there, and it will take time to slowly heal.
Instead, he moved to Luoling Peak in the name of "Ke Qing" and "Uncle Master of the Kung Fu".
Luo Ling arranged an independent courtyard for him, not far from the Zhuxin Hall and very close to Qin Tiexin's cave abode. The courtyard has a special refining room, material racks, and a small underground fire well.
"You stay here first." Luo Ling said, "The feud needs to be investigated, but life also needs to be lived. Your craftsmanship cannot be lost."
Wu Zhen nodded and said nothing.
He began to sort out the things he had brought. It was actually nothing, just a few old clothes and a few weapon refining notes.
In the afternoon of that day, Luo Ling called Qin Tiexin to Zhuxintang.
"Your first task is to repair and re-refiner Edgeless." She got straight to the point.
Qin Tiexin Stand straight.
"During this period, I will teach you a few things." Luo Ling said, "Forging skills that are more suitable for you, the use of composite spiritual materials, and the combination of spiritual pattern arrays."
She paused. "The most important thing is to nourish Law Artifact with your own Essence Blood spiritual power for a long time and establish a deeper connection."
Qin Tiexin Write it down.
"In addition," Luo Ling looked outside the hall, "Uncle Wu will be responsible for instructing you on the basics of weapon refining. Your new cave abode is next to him. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him directly."
Qin Tiexin nodded.
"Go ahead." Luo Ling waved her hand, "Pack cave abode away first."
The new cave abode is located on the mountainside of Luoling Peak. It is more than double the size of the previous cave abode. It was specially replaced by Luoling for Qin Tiexin.
Entering the door is the living room, with a quiet room on the left and a special refining room on the right. In the refining room there is a small forging platform, a fire outlet, various tools hanging on the wall, and some basic materials piled in the corner.
Qin Tiexin moved everything in.
In fact, it's nothing - a few clothes, a few books, some sundries. The most important thing is the two Edgeless broken blades.
He walked into the weapon refining room, took out the broken blade from Storage Bag, and placed it gently in the center of the forging table.
The two broken blades were placed side by side, with uneven fractures. The blade was covered with scratches and dents, which were the marks left by the battle.
Qin Tiexin stretched out his hand and stroked the blade.
A cold touch came, but he seemed to be able to feel some kind of weak "pulsation". It was very weak, almost imperceptible, but it was definitely there.
In the evening, Qin Tiexin stood on the platform outside cave abode.
From here, you can overlook most of Liuyun Sect. The inner gate has various peaks and palaces, the outer gate has a series of houses, the farthest is the mountain gate, and beyond that are the vast mountains.
The one year I spent here felt like a lifetime ago.
He thought of the days in the Servant's Courtyard, the fire in the Waste Equipment Pavilion, the bloody battle in the competition arena, Old Wu's old tearful eyes, and his master's trembling hands when holding the metal ingot.
Then he looked to his side.
In the center of the forging platform, Edgeless lies quietly, waiting for rebirth.
There are still many things to do, repair Edgeless, learn to refine weapons, Cultivation Method, and improve your cultivation. There is also the hatred between Master Wu and Master - the blood debt of Lingxi Sect, which must be explained.
But this time, he was no longer alone.
Behind you are master, uncle and sister. There is a road in front of you and a knife in your hand.
A new career officially begins at this moment.
[Volume 3·Entering Cangxuan] End.
[Readers who have read this far will most likely like this book. This volume is longer than the previous two volumes combined. I tried to use the fastest way to complete the transformation of the protagonist's identity, original accumulation and preliminary layout, so that Qin Tiexin can enter the real world of immortal cultivation as soon as possible, and I also tried not to dig holes for myself.
Some people say that the protagonist is cowardly, honest, and cowardly, and they all look forward to the scene of him slashing and slashing with a big knife. But the author really can't write that kind of cool article. When I put myself into the protagonist's situation at that time, I couldn't help but think: Where do these characteristics of him come from? Is it reasonable? With his current strength, how should he develop next? Sometimes in dreams, I dream that I have traveled to Qin Tiexin and was forging iron...
Therefore, the evaluation of this book is a bit polarized. Readers who like it love it very much. I can see you leaving messages, comments, and sending gifts every day in the backstage (several readers send gifts every day, Lao Ba expresses my deep gratitude). Every time I open the backstage and see the little red dot, I feel very happy, and I feel that someone really recognizes this story. I welcome everyone to give more opinions and suggestions in the backstage, and I will definitely adopt them if they are appropriate. For example, regarding the issue of "hair knives", I seem to have not posted for a long time...
Let me preview the content of the next volume in advance: the story will be more grand, and the world and plot lines will be more complicated. There are no plans to introduce a female protagonist and a love line for the time being, but female characters are inevitable. Everyone is also welcome to play a role in the story. The author is a name-dropper.
Next, let us follow the protagonist and step into the wider world of immortality!
At least 6,000 words per day! Update at least once a week!]