I cast a god soldier in the world of martial arts

Chapter 37 The Cursed Sword
Seeing that the matter was settled, Hong Xiaoman dismissed the crowd.

"Master Qin, congratulations, you have won a high apprenticeship. Next time you have time, please treat me to a drink!" He said enviously.

"I almost forgot, Master Feng from the government office asked me about you, he is busy with business now, maybe he will come to Broken Blade Workshop to find you after he is done!"

"He is also from the Wuji Sect, and he is the uncle of Wu Tutou, so don't neglect him."

Before Hong Xiaoman left, he deliberately mentioned this matter to Qin Feng.

"The master of the government office is looking for me, a person who is a good writer, is he also looking for me to forge weapons?"

After Qin Feng heard this, he also had doubts in his heart, wondering what kind of weapon the master would ask him to forge.

"By the way, can you knit?" Qin Feng asked Ling Xinyue expectantly.

"Of course, master, do you want me to knit for you?"

Ling Xinyue nodded.With her skillful hands, weaving silk thread is a breeze for her.

"Very well, I have some gold thread here, which needs to be woven into a golden silk soft armor. It's a bit troublesome for me, a big man, to weave it, so I'll let you do it!"

"I'll give you the blueprint of the golden silk soft armor later, you just follow the steps above."

Qin Feng ordered with a smile.

It seems that it is a bit beneficial for him to accept him as an apprentice.

Moreover, Ling Xinyue's casting skills are not bad, and she is well-informed.When it is inconvenient for him in the future, Ling Xinyue can go outside to collect casting materials for him.

"Gold silk soft armor, then I haven't built it yet, so I have to try it later!"

After hearing this, Ling Xinyue felt a little impatient.

"Master, I knelt down all night last night. I was hungry and cold. Do you have anything to eat?"

Ling Xinyue looked at Qin Feng pitifully.

"I cooked a pot of porridge just now, and stewed a plate of meat. I only ate half of it, and I will keep the rest for you." Qin Feng said lightly.

"Then thank you, master." Ling Xinyue couldn't help feeling a little fond of Qin Feng, and it turned out that she was not as cold as she imagined.

So he limped and ran towards the kitchen.

Qin Feng also breathed a sigh of relief.Later, Ling Xinyue will weave the golden silk soft armor for him.

He can save time to forge the Golden Snake Sword and the Golden Snake Cone.

He forged the Yitian Sword just now, which happened to be able to untie one of the weapons of the same quality, and the Golden Snake Sword was among them.

So, while Ling Xinyue was eating, he immersed his mind in the magic weapon book, and simulated casting the Golden Snake Sword.

After a stick of incense, Ling Xinyue ate up all the hot porridge and stewed meat.His complexion has also improved a lot, and the coldness in his body has also been eliminated.

Qin Feng also withdrew from the magic weapon book, he had successfully forged it twice, and he was [-]% sure at this moment.

"Master, your plate of stewed meat tastes really good. I didn't expect you to practice cooking skills." Ling Xinyue said with unsatisfactory expression.

"Now that you have accepted me as your teacher, you will be responsible for the cooking and cooking in the future, and I can spare more time to forge iron!"

Qin Feng also didn't want to waste his time on cooking.

"Ah, I will cook in the future. This, okay!"

Ling Xinyue was surprised, and nodded reluctantly.

"By the way, listen to Detective Hong. Your grandfather is a magic soldier. Then why do you still worship me as a teacher?"

Qin Feng also had doubts in his heart.

"My grandfather used to be a magic weapon master, but he is no longer. As early as ten years ago, he could no longer forge magic weapons. Therefore, he can't teach me."

"As for what the reason is, Grandpa won't say. I just hope that I can forge magic weapons."

Ling Xinyue sighed softly and said sadly.

"But although I have a good talent, no matter how hard I try, I still can't break through the magic weapon division. Every time I cast a magic weapon, halfway through casting, the sword breaks for no reason."

"I don't know what's going on, so I had no choice but to hide from my grandfather and sneak out to find an opportunity to forge a magic weapon."

Ling Xinyue explained to Qin Feng, looking at him helplessly with starry eyes.

"Is there such a thing? It's really strange."

Qin Feng also felt suspicious when he heard that, so he closed his eyes again, and opened the magic weapon book to search.

There are a lot of records in the book of magic weapons related to casting and other rare issues.

Soon, Qin Feng found an answer from it.So he opened his eyes, but his face was a little dignified.

"Master, did you think of something?" Ling Xinyue guessed when she saw Qin Feng's appearance.

She also hoped that Qin Feng would know what the reason was.

Let her find a way to break it.

"Based on my guess, your grandfather is likely to be cast by someone else's God-Blood Curse."

"The person who casts the divine blood curse, not only himself, but even his blood relatives, will not even think about casting another divine weapon in his entire life."

"Therefore, not only your grandfather, but you are also cursed, unable to forge magic weapons."

Qin Feng sat upright, looking at Ling Xinyue with a serious expression.

I don't know who did her grandfather cast such a vicious spell.

This Godcasting Blood Curse is the most destructive to a talented caster, it can directly destroy his lineage.

In today's world, there are very few people who can use this kind of spell.It seems that Grandpa Ling Xinyue's enemy has an extraordinary identity.

And even if Ling Xinyue worships him as her teacher now, if she doesn't break the curse.Even if he was willing to teach him everything, Ling Xinyue still couldn't forge a magic weapon.

"Casting God's Blood Curse?"

"Master, it seems that it is indeed the same as what you said."

Ling Xinyue recalled now that her grandfather had told her before not to touch casting, and not to be obsessed with casting magical weapons, let alone let her sons learn to forge in the future.

"Master, since you know the Casting Blood Curse, do you have a way to break it?"

Although Ling Xinyue knew that there was little hope, she still looked forward to Qin Feng eagerly.

Otherwise, she and grandpa would be living in a dark hell, never seeing hope.

"I'm just a blacksmith, and I haven't learned any witchcraft or spells, so I don't have a special way to break them." Qin Feng shook his head.

Ling Xinyue also looked disappointed after hearing this, and her expression darkened.

"Don't be discouraged, although I don't know witchcraft and spells."

"As a teacher, there is still a possible method. Maybe it can break the curse of casting gods on you."

Qin Feng looked at Ling Xinyue's disheartened and listless look, and said with a smile.

"Master, what other method do you have? If you can break this curse, you can even make me a slave."

Ling Xinyue looked at Qin Feng eagerly as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Then I can only forge a more powerful curse sword, and cut off the curse with the curse!"

Qin Feng said with an unusually serious face.

(End of this chapter)