After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 295

  Chapter 295 DIY Your Own Bronze Man

   But now, even cultivators have to seek official positions. How could ordinary people believe that their ancestors were once able to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods and demons?

   "I understand." He Lingchuan took out the potion from his arms and poured five drops into Elder Liang's empty bottle.

  Elder Liang looked at his disciple, who ran out of the tent.

   A quarter of an hour later, he came back again, holding a wooden bead in his hand.

   This is the seabed wooden bead where the beast soul lives.

  He Lingchuan took it and took a look, it seemed to be the soul of a giant ape.

   Well, good, no shoddy, deal done.

  Elder Liang smiled at him, his expression calmed down, and he was still neither salty nor bland.

   Looking at his leaving back, He Lingchuan shrugged.

  Although the history spanning nearly 3,000 years is complicated, it cannot be blamed only on gods and demons who are good at tempting people's hearts, or on people forgetting their ancestors. The Taoist sect of Xianzong also did a lot of unscrupulous things, which not only obliterated the heavenly achievements made by the ancestors, but also lost the goodwill of the common people.

  These are the contents that Elder Liang deliberately didn't mention, but He Lingchuan ate books as food in the Wenxuan Pavilion in Panlong's Dreamland, and he saw many works on this topic, so he didn't just listen to them and believe them.

  Look, reading more idle books is really good, right?

   Next, he swallowed his breakfast and went to the barracks to find someone.

  Two quarters of an hour later, he went to look for Ling Guang again.

  Monkey occupies a tent by himself and concentrates on research, and strangers are not allowed to enter. For Young Master He's face, and because of its great ability to help the sick, the logistics officer didn't care that it made the whole camp go crazy just last night.

   As soon as He Lingchuan entered the tent, Lingguang turned around and glared, wanting to scold. When he saw that it was him, he retracted his mouth.

   "Is there anything out there?"

  Ling Guang withered immediately: "It will take some time."

  He Lingchuan saw that its two monkey eyes were red, and knew that it hadn't slept all night. "The great immortals in the middle ages haven't researched the way. You figured out the credit in one night? Okay, take a break and lend me the pill furnace by the way."

  The monkey immediately became nervous. As a medicine ape, the pill furnace is its lifeblood: "What are you going to do?"

   "I want to make a treasure, and I don't have a suitable stove at hand. Just lend me a use, it will be very fast."

   "What medicine do you need, I will practice it."

   "I want to refine a prop, can you?" He Lingchuan glanced around the tent, but didn't see the pill furnace.

  The monkey was even more surprised: "Refining? You?" Why didn't you go back to Dunyu City to find Li Fubo again, what kind of weapon was you refining at the front line?

   "Hurry up, don't scratch, you won't damage your stove!" He Lingchuan became impatient, "I'll make a bronze man, it's extremely simple!"

   "Copper smelter?" Ling Guang was stunned, "I can't fit in the stove."

   "Small." He Lingchuan gestured, "Only half the size of my palm."

  He urged repeatedly, Lingguang reluctantly took out the toy-like three-legged stove from his pocket and put it on the ground, and recited a few formulas casually.

  The brass stove immediately became larger, about six feet high, and the whole body was so bright that it could reflect light.

   It can be seen that Lingguang loves it in peacetime.

  He Lingchuan had been pondering the Golden Armored Bronze Man Technique in the Panlong Dreamland, and he had gone over and over every detail many times. After all, the refining cost was extremely high, and even if there was a slight mistake, he couldn't afford it.

   Fortunately, this secret technique has a characteristic:

  The difficulty of the Bronze Man Technique lies in how the master can control it, but the refining process is rather simple, with only four or five steps in total.

   To a beginner/rookie like him, that is quite friendly.

  The stove has been turned on, and the heat is three minutes. He Lingchuan puts gold, refined iron and other materials in the same way according to the diagram in the secret scroll.

  In his dream, he looked at the drawings and found that he had six of the seven or eight materials needed to refine the bronze man!

   Those were the scraps left over from remaking the Fusheng Baodao. He didn't have time to clean the storage ring, so it turned into ready-made materials. In particular, gold and fine iron are the most important. Without them, the bronze figure would be nothing but copper clay, without any bones.

   As for the remaining one or two types, although they are missing, the remarkable thing is that the bronze man's skin is not so strong and his movements are not so flexible. It is also explained in the secret volume that if the creator has experience in the later stage, he can also add extra ingredients during refining to DIY a more distinctive golden armored bronze figure.

  He Lingchuan doesn't need anything more distinctive at this stage, he just wants a pair of copper-skinned iron bones that can defend, fight and assist.

  He also understood Ling Guang's astonishment, but after a dream last night, Wen Daolun reminded him again that the evil he was facing was not easy to resolve, which made him feel even more urgent, so he decided to refine the bronze figure as soon as possible.

  There is no perfect preparation in this world, the most suitable right now is the best.

  He has been urging Lingguang to raise the temperature of the furnace, otherwise the gold will not melt at all. It is also thanks to the power of the treasure furnace in Lingguang's hand, and some special medicines actually need to add metal and various hardwoods that are difficult to burn, otherwise the general medicine furnace can only be heated to four or five hundred degrees, and even iron can be smelted. Not melted.

  As the furnace heated up all the way, Ling Guang didn't know where its limit was, so he became more cautious. Fortunately, at this time, the most difficult-to-melt 铻金 also began to soften. Lingguang carefully controlled the temperature of the furnace, and He Lingchuan took out a set of templates from his arms: "Pour it here."

  Ling Guang didn't dare to speak, his eyes clearly asked: "Where did you come from?"

  This template is as big as two palms, with a human-shaped groove in the middle, and is divided into many layers and parts. It is a very standard metal forming template.

  This is the front line of the war, where did He Lingchuan get this whole set of templates in a hurry?

  He grinned: "Yesterday someone summoned a green scarf wrestler to beat a cow, do you remember?"

  Ling Guang nodded.

"He has it there, and he borrowed it for two taels of silver, and he has to return it when he uses it up." The man didn't make a bronze man with gold armor, but the appearance of this kind of large summoned thing is not much different. Templates will do.

   Inside, men pay attention to inside!

  Monkey rolled his eyes, no one is here.

  Next, it is necessary to cast layers and parts. Fortunately, the pharmacist's alchemy furnace has divisions, so as not to confuse the properties of the medicine. At this time, He Lingchuan instructed Lingguang to inject refined iron, red copper, frost silver, and smelt gold into molds respectively to correspond to the bones, muscles, tendons, and vitality of the bronze figure.

  Houzi's hand is very steady, and He Lingchuan's luck is very fast, so there is no mistake.

  The first layer of root bone was laid, and while the molten iron was not completely solidified, He Lingchuan cut his wrist and let out some blood. After going through the process of identifying the master, he dipped in the blood and wrote runes on the iron bone.

  Each rune is smaller than a teeny head, written in ancient fairy language. At this time, he has to thank Sun Fuling. Mr. Sun's strict remedial lessons these days have made his foundation of ancient immortal language more solid. In such a race against time, he was able to write a single symbol correctly——

  Whoever writes a wrong word, the bronze figure will have to be retrained.

  Before the root bone solidified, he finally engraved all the runes.

  The following processes are carried out normally one by one. When all the molten metal is completely solidified, he will get a complete set of components for a bronze figure.

  He Lingchuan put together this DIY bronze figure, installed the beast soul he just got into it as a brain, and then stuffed a small piece of mysterious crystal into the back of it, and began to try to control it by chanting.

   It is said that the first communication is the most critical, whether you can have a tacit understanding later depends on the first time.

  After he tried again and again, maybe it was too much trouble, the little bronze figure finally turned his head to the side, looked at He Lingchuan, and then gave him a middle finger.

   This is what the master wants it to do. It's just that He Lingchuan originally asked him to raise his index finger.

   "It's done!" He Lingchuan slapped his hands. This excitement was only comparable to the first time he received a toy seventeen or eighteen years ago. As for the small fallacy of putting the wrong finger up, it should be fine after many times of manipulation and debugging, or it may be because of cutting corners during refining, and there are two types missing.

  Ling Guang watched eagerly, and just now controlled the fire until it was sweating profusely: "How big can it get?"

   "At least one foot tall, right?"

  One person and one monkey looked at each other and said in unison: "Go, go out and try!"

  The guards outside the tent were terrified when they heard:

   What kind of tricks did this pair of ancestors want to play, didn't they play enough last night?

   Bailiqing's deputy general Fu Xin led a dozen soldiers all the way to the north and walked the mountain road all day before arriving at Xinqiao Township.

   Before entering the village, two men jumped out of the bushes by the roadside.

  Fu Xin was startled, drew his knife and looked, only to find that it was his own.

  The other party said: "General Hong ordered us to wait here to meet General Baili."

  Fu Xin's hand holding the knife tightened: "General Baili has already died, the mine... only we come here."

  The two were shocked: "Other people, what about other people?"

  Fu Xin shook his head.

  The two people looked uncomfortable, Fu Xin said bitterly: "You followed Hong Chenglue, tell me, are there any officers and soldiers who intercepted the west?"

  The two soldiers looked at each other without saying a word.

  Fu Xin also knew the answer, gritted his teeth and said, "Lead the way."

  The two of them had to ask as a matter of routine, "Are there any pursuers?"

   "No, we have verified it several times!" Fu Xin's cheek muscles twitched, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

  The two of them led them into the forest and dived northeast.

   "Isn't Hong Chenglue in Xinqiao Township?" Fu Xin was not polite anymore, and called General Hong by his real name.

   "Not here, General Hong chose another location."

  The more than a dozen people walked more and more remote, but there were always beast trails to follow, and Fu Xin also found many fresh horseshoe prints.

   In this way, I walked for another four or five hours, and even climbed to the middle of the mountain. The guide said, "We've arrived."

   "Right here?"

  Fu Xin looked up at the stockade above.

  Wood fence walls, horse rejection posts, watchtowers, hanging doors, everything, and it looks like it has been built for some years, it doesn't look like it was just built.

  He walked in with the guide, and he didn't miss the traces of knives and axes everywhere, as well as blood stains that were not cleaned up.

  There are 17 or 18 sets of row houses in the cottage, all of which are connected together. The earthen walls are thick, the doors are small and the windows are small, and the windows are located very high. It looks like a combination of watchtowers and houses.

  The most important thing is that there are traces of people living here for a long time.

   "What was this place originally?"

   "Thieves' Den." The soldier leading the way said, "The local name is Jinyinshan. We just captured the bandit's lair last night. General Hong said that we will stay here for the time being."

   It was mentioned in the text yesterday that He Lingchuan did not provide Wen Daolun with his birth date because he came from more than a hundred years later and his real birth date did not match.

   We are talking about the birthday after more than a hundred years, not the horoscope of the birthday after more than a hundred years. These are two completely different things. Modern people are already used to the AD calendar, and this thing is troublesome to explain, so I just made a fuss about it and didn't expand it.

   Usually I don't interpret the content of the text, so as not to affect everyone's reading pleasure. But since some readers specifically mentioned it, let me tell you why the protagonist refuses to talk about it.

   The horoscope of birthday corresponds to the year, month, day, and hour, and there are four pillars of stems and branches, and each pillar has two characters, a total of eight characters. One Jiazi in sixty years, that is, a reincarnation, repeated again and again.

   There is nothing that cannot be said about the month, day, and hour.

   Mainly the year.

   For example:

   Suppose you were born in 2000 (the year of Geng Chen) and you are 22 years old this year. You travel to 1750 and tell Qianlong that you were born in the year of Gengchen, then Qianlong understands that the year of Gengchen you mentioned refers to 1700.

   Good guy, you were born 11 years earlier than Qianlong, and you are already 50 years old but still have a 22-year-old baby face, so there are two possibilities:

   One, you deceive the king.

   Second, you are an immortal monster.

   No matter which one, the end will not be good.

   He Lingchuan felt the same way about Wen Daolun.

   Simply make a note, everyone can just read it at will.

  (end of this chapter)

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