Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 135 Forging artistic conception, white fire lotus
In front of Zangshu Pavilion, Chuhe rubbed his fingers against the rough writing. This unnamed book was the only useful thing he found after searching.

There is no ghost painting talisman in the book, but the handwriting inside is very similar to the ghost painting talisman, and it is very likely that it was left by the red-eyed old man.

Chuhe looked it over and put it in his arms.

The handwriting is illegible and the content is redundant.

This book takes time to study carefully.

"Calculating the time, today seems to be the day to enter the mine?"

Putting away the secret books, Chuhe looked at the slightly deserted Lianjiatang, hesitating whether to expose himself and regain his apprenticeship in Lianjiatang.

At the beginning, he didn't choose to be exposed, but he just wanted to leave a way out. Looking at it now, it seems that this identity has become a burden instead.

However, Chuhe recently got the news that the three new apprentices recruited by Lianjiatang this year were all recruited by Tianjiatang.

This means that they will go to Suruga City, and Chuhe, as one of the three newly recruited students, is naturally qualified to go, but the problem is exactly how he should appear in front of everyone reasonably.

And how to explain the disappearance of this period of time?

Chuhe had a headache for a while, and his thoughts were messy.

Fortunately, there is another piece of good news that Zheng Hao and Liu Qingqing have already set off for Suruga City ahead of schedule with the head of Tianjiatang. In this case, Chuhe no longer has to deal with Yan Liuqing and others.

The main thing is to fool Du Bin, and Granny Nie.

"Chu River?"

Just thinking about it, at this moment, an old and hoarse voice sounded behind Chuhe.

Chu He turned his head slowly, without any surprise, he had already sensed that someone was approaching around him, and he made a decision in just a few breaths.

"Grandma Nie..."

"You kid, where have you been all this time?"

Granny Nie had white hair, and there was no sign of blaming Chuhe for leaving without saying goodbye on her wrinkled cheeks. Instead, she smiled gently.

"Go to the Misty Forest."

Chu He picked up his long sleeves and stroked the stone bench in front of the door of Zangshu Pavilion. The heavy dust was swept away. Like a sensible junior, he invited his mother-in-law's arm and sat on the bench.

"Many people are worried about you during this time, and Old Man Du is the most worried about you. He sighs every time he mentions you."

"It's the kid's fault. I didn't tell everyone when I went out to take risks, so I made you worry." Chu He bowed his head to admit his mistake very interestingly, and knew that Old Man Du really cared about him.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Granny Nie patted Chuhe's shoulder with a smile, and then said: "Everyone has their own secrets, needless to say in too much detail, as long as you don't do anything to harm the Lianjiatang, you will always be the Lianjiatang Children, we will not interfere with your life too much."

Chuhe's heart warmed up. He didn't expect Granny Nie to be so talkative.

"Well, I see, Granny Nie."

"You should also know that Zheng Hao and Liu Qingqing went to Junhe, right?" Granny Nie squeezed her cane with her dry fingers, and said with a smile: "All this is because of the self-immolation of the portrait of the patriarch, and that portrait is a A strange treasure, water and fire are unclear, and the material is extremely special.

"According to rumors, there is a treasure in this portrait that was passed down from the ancestors to future generations, but for thousands of years, no one has been able to obtain this treasure. Until some time ago, the portrait set itself on fire..."

Chu He's complexion changed, and he asked, "Is self-immolation of portraits harmful to us? Why does Tianjiatang do this?"

"There is no harm. Tianjiatang is our master, and he recruited you only for training, not with malicious intentions."

Granny Nie stood up slowly, turned her head to look at Chuhe, her old eyes were clear: "Boy Chu, it's almost time for you to leave. This place doesn't belong to you. After all, this place is too small."

The words are full of deep meaning and thought-provoking.

"But, Master Du..."

"I will explain these things to him naturally. He must be very happy to know that you are safe and sound."

Granny Nie stood on her crutches, turned her head, and looked at the dusk that was gradually dimming in the sky: "I always hear old man Du praising your talent for refining weapons in front of me. In front of you, perform a refining technique?"

Chuhe's eyes were deep and he didn't hesitate too much.

He clasped his fists together and bowed gently to Granny Nie.

"Naturally willing."

Immediately, Grandma Nie took Chuhe alone to the refining room on the last floor of the basement, which was dedicated to Grandma Nie.

"Bring that box over here." After entering the refining room, Granny Nie pointed to a black copper box half a meter high in the corner.

Chuhe nodded, and the moment he lifted the box, he frowned slightly, and put the box on the table as if there was nothing.

"Good strength."

Granny Nie chuckled and praised.

She picked up a key, unlocked the big lock on the box, and lifted the lid, and a decaying smell accompanied by the smell of sulfur rushed out.

After Chu He frowned, he looked at the wooden box.

The wooden box was covered with a layer of leather of an unknown animal, and on that layer of leather, there were pieces of shiny stones with a dark background, veins like veins, from large to small.

The shape of each stone is very strange, similar to the Tingyan stone before, but it seems that it doesn't look like it.

"These stones are rare gems in the mine! I haven't had a refining tool for many years now, and these materials have also been wasted. I will leave it to you to deal with today."

Grandma Nie caressed the ores that seemed to be softer in appearance, like blood clots, and turned to look at Chuhe.

"Actually, we call it the Armor Refining Hall, because there is a special inheritance in armor refining. I originally wanted to teach you when you can successfully refine yellow-level soul soldiers...

"However, now that you have entered the Tianjia Hall, if the opportunity is great enough, and you may even be able to practice the legendary Tianjia Art, then this refining method in this hall is dispensable."

While speaking, Granny Nie took the stones out of the wooden box and lined them up on the table: "Just refine what you are best at."

Looking at the stones of different shapes, Chuhe asked, "Grandma Nie, what should these stones be called? Is there any difference?"

"This kind of ore is called blood stone. Its real source is a block of blood coagulated from an ancient strange beast. It contains infinite power. If it is tempered to the extreme, it may stimulate the power of the strange beast in the blood stone. It's just that the chances of this are pitifully small."

The blood coagulation of ancient beasts?

Chuhe remembered that this mineral was taken out from the huge stone mine in the back mountain, and realized that the soil near Heihe town was blood-red, and a bigger doubt slowly surfaced in his mind.

Chuhe sorted out his thoughts, cleared away distracting thoughts, and threw the bloodstones into the ground fire according to the general process of casting.

Chuhe can melt and forge these ores with the flame of Suzaku, but with Granny Nie by his side, he still can't show it too exaggeratedly.

The ground fire roared and burned, and the blood stone rolled inside.

Then take it out, knock off the outer skin with a hammer to expose the bright red rock surface, put it into the fire again, control the heat, slowly calcine, and take it out to shape to a certain extent, and repeat.

Then prepare the Qinshui, organize the auxiliary materials, and forge...

Everything was going on like flowing clouds and flowing water. Watching Chuhe's busy figure in front of the furnace gave Granny Nie a pleasant feeling.

clang!clang!clang!
Every crisp percussion sound can not help but immerse yourself in a special rhythm, as if every percussion will affect everyone's heartbeat.

"Artistic conception, this is forging artistic conception."

The old man paused for a moment, his eyes sparkled, "Forging artistic conception can only be seen on a great craftsman, but now it can be seen on a young man, it's really amazing!"

Over time, the steps of fire forging are perfected.

Next is the real forging, fusion!

When Grandma Nie was forging the blade embryo in Chuhe, she took out a dirt soul stone from her bosom and covered it on the forged blade.

At this moment, the fire suddenly jumped!
Those fires that surged up one after another turned into cold white fire lotus, surrounding the blood-colored knife embryo and the dirt soul stone floating on the knife surface.

While the white lotus petals were blooming layer by layer, the stern laughter sounded from the dirt soul stone: "Hahahaha, kill kill kill—"

The weirdness in the dirt soul stone has awakened!

And this aura is evil-level weird!

Chu He's eyes were fixed, and the raging blood flame finally burned.

"Boy Chu, you just need to concentrate on building..."

Grandma Nie stood on the left side of the Chu River, speaking in a deep voice, only to find that high temperature and distorted blood flames ignited on his body. This blood flame was so powerful that it scorched and distorted the air, and even she was forced to retreat.

"What kind of flame is this!?"

Looking at the beating blood flames, Granny Nie's face was shocked.

Chuhe ignored Granny Nie.

His mind was in a strange state, dissociated between reality and consciousness. In this state, he saw the small stone house in the dark again, and saw the beating back.

Inexplicably, Chuhe subconsciously learned the way of beating the back of the patriarch, and the technique of exerting force. From the jerky and stiff at the beginning, to the overlapping of the two backs, it only took less than a dozen breaths of effort.

And the exercise in the hands seems to be more and more easy.

Swish!
At this time, the knife embryo on the forging platform has turned crimson, and the dirt soul stone covered on it will be burned into nothingness by the fire, and an illusory ghost is floating in the sky above the knife, roaring.

He made a sudden effort, and Xueyan grabbed the ghost with his big hand and pressed it on the scarlet blade. There was no pressure in the whole process, and it was even a little relaxed.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The phantom shadow exuding monstrous black air was burned by the blood flames, screaming pitifully, and was subdued in an instant, not daring to resist.

According to the ghost image, it forcibly merged with the red blade. At the same time, the blade embryo seemed to have a special reaction. On the bloodstone blade embryo that was pulled out of the calciner, white flame lotuses grew over it!

The flaming lotus flowers are densely arranged on the knife surface, and there are continuous screams from the tumbling flames inside, and the tumbling fireworks seem to turn into evil faces, screaming at Chu River!

Seeing this scene, Grandma Nie's eyes froze!
This is completely rolling fusion!

(End of this chapter)