Mountain Miscellaneous

Chapter 272 A Thunderbolt from the Blue Sky (Part [-])
Zisha gold is recorded in "Tiangong Duowu". Just adding a small amount of Zisha gold can greatly improve the quality of the magic weapon when refining the weapon. It is a rare treasure for the craftsman, but Zisha gold It takes a very long process to form it, and even in Wudang, there are very few thousand-year-old sects with such a profound foundation. It can be seen that Zhang Dabao did spend a lot of money in order to ask Li Changqing to help them restore the real martial arts sword.

"Daozhang Zhang, I do know some methods of refining weapons, but whether you can repair the True Wu Jiang Demon Sword depends on the specific situation before making a decision. If you do it rashly, you may not be able to repair the True Wu Jiang Demon Sword, and may even cause greater damage!"

Li Changqing has been collecting old iron before, and then extracted black iron from the old iron as the material for refining weapons. The quality of the magical weapons produced is very average. If you help Wudang repair the real martial arts subduing demon sword and get three taels of purple gold sand, you can make it Naturally, he would be very happy to produce a batch of high-quality magic weapons, but the Zhenwu Jiangmo Sword is a legendary existence, and he is not sure whether he can restore the Zhenwu Jiangma Sword.

"Hey, Master Li, don't worry, anyway, the true martial arts sword has lost its spirituality, so how bad it can be!"

Zisha gold is indeed precious, but Wudang's art of refining weapons has long been lost, and it is useless to keep purple sand gold. It is just right to ask Li Changqing to make a move. Even if he fails, he can make friends with a refiner. Zhang Dabao smiled indifferently .

"With your Wudang's real Wudang Jiangmo sword, it has become a pile of scrap iron. Three Liang Zijinsha is like asking someone to help you recast a real Wudang Jiangmo sword. Your Wudang is really generous!" Meng Hongru said mockingly. Said.

"San Chi, don't say that, of course we didn't expect Master Li to restore the Zhenwu Demon Sword, but after all, it is something left by our ancestors, as long as we can restore a little bit of its spirituality!", Zhang Dabao said with a straight face .

"If you recover a little bit of spirituality, then you are still a little bit sure. I don't know if Zhang Daochang brought the real martial arts subduing demon sword?"

Li Changqing thought to himself that ordinary black iron could be used to forge a magic weapon. Although the real martial arts sword is scrapped, the material is still there. Even if the real martial arts sword is recast, the probability of success is quite high.

"The control of knives in the country is very strict these days. You can't even get on the plane with the real martial arts subduing demon sword. You can only call later and ask my nephews to drive over from Wudang. It is estimated that you can arrive at Lijiaao this afternoon. !"

Zhang Dabao complained, living in a big society, even people like them have a lot of helplessness.

After Li Changqing continued to accompany Meng Hongru for two rounds, he called Meng Yuncheng, Li Hongdou, and Li Changliang up the mountain when he returned to Lijiaao.

Sitting on a hill, Li Changqing asked directly to the sky, "How's the weather today?"

The sky was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly. Li Changqing scratched his head and said suspiciously: "It has been raining for the past few days, but today's weather is very good!"

"There will be thunder soon!" Li Changqing said slowly.

"Brother Qing, did you bring us to the mountain to watch the thunderbolt?" Li Hongdou covered her mouth and smiled.

"Correct!"

"Brother Qing, it's not unusual to be able to count rain and thunder. If you can even count thunderbolts from a clear sky, I'll really admire you!"

"Crack!"

A gray bolt of lightning exploded in the mountains, startling the birds in the forest to run away.

Li Hongdou and Li Changliang's legs immediately went limp, and they almost couldn't stand still. Meng Yuncheng felt his ears buzzing even with his body protected by awe-inspiring righteousness.

"Teacher, your cultivation is already stronger than my third uncle!"

Meng Yuncheng's eyes were lingering with splendor. Although he studied Confucianism with Li Changqing, he also heard some things about the monastic world from his third uncle Meng Hongru. It must be so easy to do.

"This thunderbolt from the blue sky is too good to shoot, without any precautions, without any worries, it just appeared, in my world, it took me by surprise..."

Li Changliang jumped out of temper, forgot the fear just now, and sang unconsciously as he spoke.

"It's a surprise, it's a shock! I think you almost peed your pants just now!" Li Hongdou teased.

"You're the one..." Li Changliang blushed, and was about to refute himself, but was abruptly blocked by Li Hongdou.

"Don't talk, you missed the point at all! Brother Qing, did you cause the thunder just now?"

Li Hongdou stared at Li Changqing expectantly and said.

"Well! But in terms of Taoist cultivation alone, I should be about the same as Daoist Meng!" Li Changqing nodded calmly.

"My God! Brother Qing, are you Superman? The Chinese God of Thunder?"

Li Hongdou jumped up excitedly and said very excitedly.

"Brother Qing, you are fooling me! When I was working on the mountain, I often heard thunder on sunny days. Did you let it go?"

Although Li Changliang admired Li Changqing very much, as a teenager who grew up under the red flag, he believed that the scientific point of view was deeply rooted, so he said very suspiciously.

"Hehe, do you want to listen to it again?" Li Changqing casually shot out a thunderbolt while joking.

This time, the gray Yin-Yang Tai Chi Divine Thunder just appeared above Li Changliang, carrying the destructive aura of mighty heavenly power.

Before this second, Li Changliang was just an ordinary teenager who had mastered a tea-making technique. He had never seen a thunderbolt battle before, and was so scared that he sat on the ground.

"Do you still want to hear it?" Li Changqing pulled Li Changliang up, patted him on the shoulder and asked with a smile.

"I don't want to hear it anymore, I don't want to hear it anymore! Brother Qing, they gave you the nickname 'Li Banxian', I think you can just call it 'Li Shenxian'!"

Li Changliang shook his head like a rattle, and looked at Li Changqing like a monster.

"What kind of god am I? At best, I can be regarded as a practitioner! The way of cultivation has existed since ancient times. Although it is not as exaggerated as those myths and legends, it is not groundless! It has always existed in the real world, but it is difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with. Just go to that circle!" Li Changqing explained.

"Brother Qing, teach us how to practice!" Li Changliang and Li Hongdou looked at Li Changqing directly and said.

"Do you know all the schools of thought?" Li Changqing asked noncommittally.

"Confucianism, Mohism, medicine, farming, etc.? I learned it in history class, but I can't remember it clearly! Brother Yun, you have read a lot of books and know a lot. You can answer them!"

Li Changliang didn't listen to it carefully when he was in school, so he only mentioned a few of them.

"Hundreds of schools of thought flourished in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods, including Legalism, Taoism, Mohism, Confucianism, Yin-Yang School, famous schools, miscellaneous schools, farmers, novelists, strategists, military strategists, doctors, etc., creating splendid culture and art in ancient times. , with distinctive features, extremely rich in cultural classics, and the three major philosophical systems represented by Confucius, Laozi, and Mozi, forming a prosperous situation in which a hundred schools of thought contend."

Meng Yuncheng was born in a family of sub-sages, and studied Confucianism with Li Changqing for a period of time. He is still very clear about the various schools of thought, but he only talked about it roughly.

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