Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 113 112. Are you teaching me to do things?

The door of the inn.

The clerk returned to the store to work, and Du Fenghua lowered his head and carefully adjusted the white linen clothes on his body, making sure that the clothes were smooth and not stained with dirt.

Only then did he walk into the inn with his chest up and his head raised.

Find a seat in the corner, sit down and wait.

It didn't take long.

The number of people in the lobby gradually increased.

Mostly the residents in the inn woke up, and some casual cultivators from outside came to the inn to have breakfast and inquire about the news by the way.

In places like inns, there are always the freshest rumors spreading.

At this time, there were people in the lobby showing off their knowledge.

"I've heard people say that besides the disciples of the major sects, there will be many people from the Devil's Cult who will come to Taixu Palace to participate in the trial!"

"The Demon Cult? That group of murderous and ruthless Demon Cultivators?"

"you do not say!"

The man looked serious and said in a low voice.

"The exercises practiced by the Devil's Cult are more and more evil."

"Some evil skills seem to require the brains and blood of a hundred virgins, plus various bloody auxiliary medicines, and stay in a bitter cold place for a full year before they can be practiced to a small degree. But even Xiaocheng, but his combat strength far exceeds that of ordinary foundation building, and he is close to half a step of Jindan!"

"Hiss... so cruel?"

"It's not a big deal. Some demon cultivators directly feed on the blood of living people, eating three children in one meal."

"If things go on like this, their temperaments have long been distorted and perverted. It is not an exaggeration to say they are 'demons'."

"I suspect that the newly emerged Rakshasa ghost face is a demon cultivator! How can a normal person cultivate such a physical body?"

Others were terrified, but asked curiously.

"Taixu Palace recruits disciples, can even this kind of people participate?"

"I'm not sure about this, maybe the immortal head of Taixu Palace has his own standards?"

Listening to their high-spirited talk, Du Fenghua felt itchy in his heart, and wanted to add a few words.

But he felt a little inferior for some reason, so he could only look in the direction of the stairs, for fear of missing the senior Foundation Establishment.

However, Senior Foundation Establishment did not wait, but a few unfriendly casual cultivators.

"what?"

Among the group of people who walked into the inn, a man recognized Du Fenghua and immediately laughed lightly.

"Everyone, this is the Artifact Refiner Du I mentioned two days ago. He invited me to observe the magical artifacts he forged."

He deliberately emphasized the "big" syllable, and said in a strange way.

"I heard him bragging so miraculously that I thought it was some kind of treasure, but when I saw it, it was a complete waste product, wasting half a day of my time."

Du Fenghua's face flushed with a "shua", and his blood surged up, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

With his strength, if he refuted, he might be taught a lesson.

He turned his face away as if he didn't hear it.

The man refused to let go, and asked: "Great Artifact Refiner, has your 'treasure' been sold yet?"

Du Fenghua still didn't speak, but silently clenched his fists.

"Okay, I get it now."

The man suddenly said, "Today, are you here to try your luck again?"

"Hehe...I advise you, go home and farm as soon as possible!"

He showed a sneer, intending to continue to mock, in order to satisfy his desire to preach.

There are always people who take pleasure in belittling others.

Not far away, there was a voice.

"This fellow Taoist, no matter what he does, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

The man frowned, showing displeasure.

"What are you..."

Feeling the tyrannical breath of the foundation building period, he was like a goose with his neck stuck, his voice was stuck in his throat, his face changed at the speed of light, and he hurriedly said in panic and respect.

"Senior, senior, I have no intention of offending."

On the stairs on the second floor, a monk with the appearance of a scholar, wearing a light-colored Taoist robe, walked down slowly.

His appearance can only be regarded as above-average, but the aura of dust on his body makes people yearn for it naturally.

Du Fenghua, who was trembling with anger just now, calmed down now.

His eyes were full of longing, and there was a flash of embarrassment.

"Senior, in the blog post below, just now..."

The man saluted respectfully, but he didn't finish speaking.

But he found that the scholar passed him directly, walked by, and came to Du Fenghua's side, with a gentle smile on his face.

"I'm very interested in your magic weapon, take me to see it now."

Fang Bowen's eyes widened, and he reminded him unwillingly.

"Senior, this person doesn't know how to refine weapons at all. I have seen it with my own eyes. That magic weapon is a waste product, so don't use his..."

An Le turned her head and said lightly.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

His eyes are peaceful, and there is a smile on his face, he clearly looks like a gentle and elegant young man.

But Fang Bowen's scalp exploded, his hair stood on end, and his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't even speak.

As if... was being targeted by a monster from ancient times!

The fierce air surged like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Fang Bowen suddenly lost his mind.

When he came back to his senses, An Le and Du Fenghua had gone far away, even their backs were gone.

The companion beside him asked in surprise.

"Why have you been in a daze for so long?"

Fang Bowen was speechless, and the fear in his heart had not dissipated.

His back was sticky and greasy, and his clothes were already wet with cold sweat.

******
on the other side.

On the way to Du Fenghua's home.

The young craftsman was hit by a huge surprise and became dizzy, wondering if he was dreaming.

He turned his head again and again, looking at An Le beside him.

That tyrannical aura cannot be faked.

Only then did Du Fenghua quietly breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Even he himself has some doubts, can his magic weapon really fall into the eyes of this senior?
An Le probably guessed what Du Fenghua was thinking, and didn't point it out.

After all, he had already expected the result.

As for helping Du Fenghua get ahead, it was just a matter of convenience.

Along the way, people who knew Du Fenghua were a little surprised to see An Le beside him.

Sometimes someone made fun of and reminded me a few words.

Almost no one thought that An Le would buy the magic weapon refined by Du Fenghua.

soon.

An Le came to the door of Du Fenghua's house.

This is a low bungalow with a small courtyard behind it.

As soon as the door was opened, an indescribable strange smell rushed over.

I saw that it was extremely messy inside.

All kinds of worthless materials were scattered on the ground, several kinds of ores that Anle had never seen before, semi-finished products engraved with fine magic circles, and the wreckage of some damaged magic tools, piled up like a garbage dump.

There is almost no place to stay.

Du Fenghua looked very cramped and said apologetically.

"I'm so rough here that I made seniors laugh."

An Le said casually.

"It's all trivial, harmless, where is that magic weapon?"

"plz follow me."

Du Fenghua led An Le into the backyard of the hut.

An unusually huge magic weapon was displayed in front of him.

This stuff pretty much filled the yard.

It is about ten meters long, in the shape of a slender flat strip, with sections, a bit like a long, widened and thickened knotted stick, or a super-large legless centipede.

Moreover, it is very irregular, with potholes on the surface.

At the junction of every two sections, there are also many sundries that resemble scales or bone spurs, which seem to be spliced ​​​​by some waste materials.

To describe it in one word is——

ugly!
No wonder Fang Bowen called it a waste product.

From the point of view of magic weapon, it is definitely a failure.

Ordinary monks can't even move such a huge thing, and coupled with its ugly appearance, no one will take a fancy to it.

At this time, Du Fenghua became more and more anxious, and looked at Anle anxiously.

An Le was silent for a few seconds.

Just when Du Fenghua's mood gradually sank to the bottom, he heard him speak.

"I want this magic weapon."

"However, I have one condition."

Du Fenghua showed ecstasy, but he was not dazzled, and asked carefully.

"please say."

"In my opinion, your magic weapon could have been made better, but some of the materials..."

An Le broke it off casually, and a few scales were crushed.

Seeing that Du Fenghua was secretly startled, he replied in embarrassment.

"The quality of some materials is indeed not very good."

The main material of this magic weapon is a spine that Du Fenghua dug out from a cave in the mountain. It is ancient and hard, and there is a secret power flowing on it, which is extremely extraordinary.

Most of the other materials were bought and picked up by him.

But the quality is not worthy of the spine, and in the end, only such a defective magic weapon can be produced.

If Du Fenghua was not really short of money now, he would not try to sell it.

An Le said, "Look...how about these materials?"

Du Fenghua was stunned.

A large piece of red gold stone was displayed in front of his eyes, and the golden light was tinged with blood.

"Yangyan Chijin! Are there so many?"

He had only seen this kind of gold mine once, and it was still a thumb-sized fragment.

But the piece in front of him was as big as a human head.

"And these."

An Le dumped the storage bag.

Many colorful and radiant precious materials piled up into a hill.

Most of them are Xiangfeng's relics.

As a Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, one can imagine the wealth he has accumulated.

Spirit stones are only secondary, such natural and earthly treasures are even more valuable.

Coupled with the scattered accumulation from others, An Le's current family fortune can only be described as "arrogant" among casual cultivators.

Du Fenghua was dazzled.

"The Hidden Magnet, Panlong Glass, Lightning Strike Spirit Wood..."

He muttered in his mouth, his eyes sparkling.

No refiner can refuse the temptation of so many high-quality materials.

Du Fenghua has never seen so many rare materials in his life.

Some of them he couldn't even name.

But not long.

Du Fenghua calmed down and asked.

"Senior wants me to re-smelt this magic weapon."

"That's right, the main body remains the same, just use these materials to replace the edge parts."

To be honest, Anle had no such plan at first.

He only came here for the spine that contained demonic power.

But after thinking about it, I really lack a handy magic weapon.

Regular monks can't use this spine, but An Le, who is wearing a ghost armor, can!

Wield it directly as a giant long stick.

Wouldn't it be nice to break all laws with strength?

"What is the request of the predecessors?"

"It's hard enough! It's heavy enough! It's best to change its shape."

Du Fenghua nodded after thinking.

"it is good."

Then, he selected four items from a wide range of materials.

"Thanks to the trust of the seniors, but my ability is limited, and I can't refine it into the most perfect state. Only these four things are enough."

"Excess materials will be returned to you after refining."

An Le smiled with satisfaction.

Through deduction, he knew that Du Fenghua had a certain skill in refining weapons, and his character was relatively reliable.

Only then did he dare to entrust this task to the other party.

The two discussed some details.

Make sure to pick up the goods in ten days.

Before parting.

Du Fenghua couldn't help asking.

"Why does senior trust me so much?"

An Le was slightly taken aback.

'If I hadn't tried it once in the deduction, where would I find you? '

But he couldn't say that.

"Probably... it's fate."

"I think Fellow Daoist Du has a talent in the rough, but it's a pity that the talent is not met, and it's a bit similar to me in the past."

"Maybe, given time, your future achievements will be immeasurable!"

An Le smiled and said again.

"By the way, this magic weapon of mine is given to a friend, and he will pick it up in person when the time comes."

"After the magic weapon is sold, you'd better not make a big deal of it, just pretend nothing happened."

Du Fenghua naturally agreed.

He turned around, his eyes reddened.

Immediately got into the room and worked hard.

After being a refiner for so many years, no one has ever trusted and recognized him like this.

Originally, Du Fenghua was ready to go home to farm and stop refining weapons.

But now, there was a feeling in his heart that a soldier would die for his confidant, and he was full of energy and fighting spirit.

I intend to do my best to make a satisfactory result for Anle.

******
An Le didn't know how much impact his brief words would have on Du Fenghua's life.

He just took advantage of the situation to help and give a few words of encouragement to help the other party regain their confidence.

It's also a good fortune.

In the future, there may be times when it is useful.

After solving the matter of the magic weapon, An Le did not relax.

Compared with the matter of the statue's night tour, this is just a trivial matter.

He went to the Town God's Temple in Hongshan Town again.

Under Chang Yan's profound flames, the already dilapidated temple was even more decayed, almost becoming a ruin.

But there are a lot more casual cultivators coming and going.

They were all very curious, what's so weird about this place that could attract Xiao Yanjun and the ghost-faced man to fight?

Many people have searched here and found nothing.

An Le looked from a distance.

The bronze statue fell in the ruins, and even its body was dismembered, as if it had been disassembled to see the structure inside.

It looked rather miserable.

However, obviously, it was just an ordinary dead object.

"The statue that attacked me during the deduction is definitely not this one."

An Le tried hard to remember.

"The volume and material don't match up."

At that time, the battle broke out very quickly, An Le hardly had time to react, and the statue's big feet fell from the sky.

Grind him and the house to dust.

"Looks like it's bronze?"

"But it has the texture of jade."

An Le still felt that the strength of the statue was a little too exaggerated.

It's almost as if... was promoted by some means?
Suddenly, An Le had a flash of inspiration.

"There is only one Town God's Temple in Hongshan Town. Since this place has been destroyed, it can only be a statue from another place."

"Although the old Chengtou knows the terrain of Hongshan Town, he may not have been from here before."

"Why don't you take him to other towns and see the Town God's Temple there."

An Le thought of it and did it.

Soon, an unexpected situation was encountered.

(End of this chapter)