The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 143 Faerie Wood

Only now did Mo Chengjun feel the benefits brought about by his great reputation.

Everything has two sides. It is a fact that fame has brought him all kinds of troubles, but you cannot deny that fame also brings sufficient contacts, resources, rations, and even authority.

The renovation of Mo's courtyard is just one of them, but it is by no means the only one.

Just after the seven palace lords summoned Mo Chengjun one after another, Mo Chengjun could feel that the resources and authority he could use were different without even needing an amnesty or saying anything clearly.

For example, the Zongmen's secret library, below the fourth floor, he can use at will, as long as he leaves his own token imprint.

Another example is the Zangfa Building, although it is still only possible to view the cultivation materials below the Nascent Soul, including the practice materials, experience and secret records of the Nascent Soul.

But that was actually his protection. The cultivation base of the establishment of the foundation had already exceeded the standard when it came into contact with the secret supernatural power of the Nascent Soul realm.

However, a large number of originally banned secret records have been made public to him.

This includes but is not limited to evil secrets, ghost secrets, human secrets, monster skills and so on.

In short, there were a large number of things that he should not have seen or allowed to see in the past, but now they all appeared in front of him in their original form.

Not to mention, he still has fixed spiritual stone distributions every month, a quota of top-quality pills, priority access to scarce resources, qualifications for emergency missions issued by the Foreign Affairs Hall, etc...

Really, no one clearly stipulates, nor does it need to be stated.

But at this time, the manpower, material resources and financial resources that Mo Chengjun can use are already incomparable.

It was only then that Mo Chengjun recognized a fact.

Perhaps, for the sect disciples at the bottom, they exist because of the existence of the sect.

But for the real overhaul, the sect exists to serve them.

It sounds cruel to say, but you have to admit that, in a sense, it is true.

In the era of the family world, the world is really not the world of the world, but the world of each family.

Of course, an old research dog like Mo Chengjun is quite sober.

He didn't get lost in this feeling-good inflation, let alone ignore the heroes of the world.

He is just in the state of extreme practice, watching his mana value continue to rise, enjoying the satisfaction brought by the progress visible to the naked eye.

He is also studying the materials meticulously, sinking his heart little by little, and gradually regaining the state of scientific research.

As a result, all kinds of ideas belonging to the "magic instrument microscope" and the shallow knowledge of refining tools learned before became clear again in his mind.

And he also gradually got rid of the impetuousness and jumping off some time ago, and regained his previous calmness and peace.

But he was still not eager to try. Instead, he found a craftsman in the crafts hall, followed behind, and learned the knowledge of crafts step by step.

He actually found two inner sect elders before and learned how to forge weapons for a while, but this time it was different.

Yue Siming, Qing Cang Peak Foreign Affairs Elder, Jindan early stage cultivation, belongs to the refining master under the Qianji Pavilion of the refining hall.

To be honest, this one is not the most experienced craftsman in the crafts hall, nor is he the highest level, and he doesn't even have any unique skills.

And this one is not a disciple of Galaxy Sword Sect in the traditional sense.

Before he entered Taoism, he was a blacksmith. When he was young, he learned art from his father, knocking and beating every day, and learned blacksmithing skills.

Afterwards, by chance, I obtained an article on the method of eating qi and half a manual on refining weapons, and studied it alone, and by relying on my good aptitude, I entered the Dao path and learned a skill that is not too brilliant. Refining means.

But the word 'not too clever' depends on where it is placed?
If it is placed in Xinghe Jianzong, it really can only be described as 'not too brilliant'.

But if it is placed among casual cultivators, it is the only one.

It is not uncommon for casual cultivators from far and wide to find him to refine some strange magic weapons.

In this regard, ten years of casual practice has taught him a whole range of complicated crafting skills.

If you want to say how clever it may not be, but it can really be called a well-informed sentence.

He couldn't recognize all kinds of weird materials.

All kinds of strange magic weapons, there is no one who can't tell the ugly Yinmao.

Of course, only the casual cultivator knows the suffering of the casual cultivator.

Although relying on this skill, he is already considered a leader among casual cultivators, but if he wants to go further on the path and only mix in casual cultivators, it is basically impossible.

Yue Siming also knew this very well, so he did everything possible to drag people to find connections, and finally joined Xinghe Jianzong under the recommendation of a big man.

Strictly speaking, even if he joined the Xinghe Sword Sect with his identity, he would not be able to get the real lineage inheritance.

After all, he is not 'rooted and seedling red' enough.

But even so, with the resources of the sect, he has steadily formed a golden core and gained a foothold in the refining hall.

As for Mo Chengjun, it's not that he couldn't find a more skilled craftsman than him.

With his status at this time, even if he was taught by a master craftsman, probably someone would be willing.

But Mo Chengjun fell in love with this one, and what he valued was his 'creative ability'.

Every day, he would set aside about an hour and a half in the afternoon to study with this guy.
Starting from the simplest identification and refining of materials, going deep into the art of weapons, to the engraving of the spirit patterns and seal scripts of various refining tools, to the fusion and smelting of various materials, etc...

It should be said that any mature knowledge system has its complete and complex side.

Even if it is Mo Chengjun, if he wants to set foot in the field of weapon refining, he needs to be serious enough and take a long enough time to learn.

And this one did not dishonor his reputation. Although he is not a master of crafting, his theoretical knowledge is even more common.

But I really can't stand this person's extremely rich practical experience!
Especially when identifying, processing, and refining materials, he can always find some completely unreasonable techniques.

For example, when refining a material called 'flowing flint'.

Others like to practice with water and fire art, and so does he, but in the process, he likes to throw in one or two autumn cicadas, and they must be autumn cicadas that have passed winter.

This is completely unreasonable, and it goes against the existing refining theory.

But the problem is that the flowing flint he refined in this way, alas, has become the best.

Well, this kind of coquettish operation is not one or two, and some of them don't even seem to be useful, but when it comes to the yield rate, he is the one with the highest rate in Qianji Pavilion.

That is to say, no matter what weird materials are given to him, he can always make you a finished magic weapon.

Of course, the specific effect?

Uh, let's see when the Dharma artifact is formed.

This may really be the skill forced out by the living environment of casual cultivators.

Of course, Yue Siming would also ask Mo Chengjun various questions besides refining the weapon.

The opportunity for others to ask questions that took so much painstaking effort, he is now considered to be "the first to get the moon" and naturally he will not let it go.

Although he joined Jianzong, his energy-breeding method actually belongs to the fire method.

He is most proficient in the fire attribute technique, which he has become proficient in forging weapons for so many years, but he wants to raise this fire technique to the level of supernatural powers, but he is unable to do it.

Well, it's not lack of strength, but complete lack of direction.

Mo Chengjun didn't care about his problems, he always talked about everything he knew, and even spent a little effort to study the other party's breathing method and magic system.

Then, the research direction is given.

Yes, it's that random.

But there is no way, who told him to be so arrogant in the art of magic.

After getting acquainted, the two can be regarded as learning from each other and confirming each other.

One feels that he is advancing by leaps and bounds in the art of refining and is about to achieve great success.

One of them felt that the magic power of fire was already waving at him, and he could get it at will.

In a hurry, a month passed.

On this day, the renovation of Mo Chengjun's small courtyard was finally completed. He also bid farewell to the time of living in the temporary cave, rode his four ears, and strolled back to his small courtyard.

It just so happened that the sky was about to darken, the setting sun slanted, and there was still a touch of fish belly white in the sky.

Stepping on the bluestone path in the back mountain of Zangfalou, in the soft spring breeze, Mo Chengjun returned to his small courtyard.

First, there are winding paths leading to secluded places, with reclaimed fields on both sides.

Under the nourishment of the main vein, this place has become the best medicine field, the land is soft and fertile, but lacks the elixir to be planted.

In front of the mansion is a small courtyard surrounded by wooden fences, and in front of the left of the courtyard is a huge tea tree.

The tea tree is so luxuriant that it casts a shadow, and there are two deck chairs under the tree, with a coffee table in the middle.

On the left side of the courtyard, there is also a pavilion with stone tables and chairs.

With just one glance, Mo Chengjun fell in love with love, and only felt that this was the idyllic life he wanted.

He quickly stepped into his small courtyard, and found that the original small courtyard had indeed been expanded into a house with several entrances. Although the area was much larger, many houses with different functions were added.

But obviously, according to Mo Chengjun's request, here is still taking a simple and warm route.

That is, when Mo Chengjun entered the courtyard at the end, he was a little confused.

There, it was obviously the place where Mo Chengjun rested and practiced.

There are retreat rooms, bedrooms, study rooms, and even empty laboratories, everything!
But the only thing Mo Chengjun couldn't understand was, what was such a big hole in the middle of the courtyard for?

Mo Chengjun circled the pit once, and then again, with a bewildered expression on his face.

He turned his head, looked at Baling'er who had just fallen into the light, and asked, "What's going on?"

Baling'er also looked at him, and asked back, "Didn't you keep it here?"

Mo Chengjun's face trembled: "Do you think there is a hole in my head, and I actually left such a big hole in my yard?"

"It's really hard to say!"

Baling'er rubbed his chin, and said in a serious manner: "As for your brain, who knows what strange things are in it.

So, if you insist on saying that you have a hole in your head, I believe you too. "

Mo Chengjun: "..."

At this moment, a voice resounded faintly from all around, without direction.

"This pit was left by me."

But he saw a sword rainbow falling from the sky, and the female sword master Shen Jinxiu appeared.

"Meet the Palace Master."

"Meet the Palace Master."

Mo Chengjun and Baling'er immediately bowed and saluted, with serious expressions, as if they were not the two who were discussing the hole in the ground and the hole in the head just now.

The Sword Master didn't care about the two of them, but stood beside the big pit, and with a wave of her hand, a purple jade bracelet on her wrist grew rapidly.

A small tree spun out from the center of the purple jade bracelet, and continued to grow bigger and taller in mid-air until it became a tree several feet high with luxuriant branches and peach blossoms everywhere.

The peach tree fell directly and landed in the big pit, filling it up steadily, leaving no gaps in just a moment.

Standing under this peach tree, Mo Chengjun looked up at the lush greenery and smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms, his eyes were slightly blurred.

"This, this is?"

Only then did the female sword master speak slowly: "This is the reward you should have for saving face for my Xinghe Sword Sect at the Indus Ceremony.

This is a fairy wood. "

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