At the beginning, he became a baby and worshipped Uncle Jiu as his godfather!

Still pinching the fingers skillfully, three runes appeared in the air.

The runes were attached to the sword embryo one by one, and merged with the metal texture of the sword embryo itself, forming a series of magic channels.

A flash of inspiration, and then converged.

Seeing this scene, Simu knew that this magic weapon had been refined.

All the difficulties have passed.

I didn't expect Lin Yu to be so stable.

Drawing runes quickly, being able to learn the runes quickly, and learning well.

When it really comes to the time, it can be accurately combined with a magic weapon embryo.

Carved on this magic weapon embryo.

The difficulty is higher than one.

But it was unimpeded, smooth, and smooth.

It was so ordinary.

This one-year-old child can declare to the outside world that he is a real weapon refiner.

And he doesn't have to be like those weapon refiners who are poor and can only make one or two magic weapons in their whole lives, just to save face.

Looking at the stability of his nephew's weapon refinement, such a low-level bronze magic sword can be easily made, and it is obvious that he has a very high success rate.

Just thinking about this, Lin Yu slapped the furnace cover, and the magic sword that had just been refined flew over and fell into his hands.

Although it was just out of the furnace, it did not feel warm, but rather a little cold.

The bronze color could not hide the sharp edge of the sword.

[You have successfully made the first bronze magic sword in human history. You are happy and your understanding of refining has deepened. Refining experience +5, experience +5, experience +5...]

[You are skilled in operation and stable in fire control. You have successfully refined a high-quality bronze magic sword. Refining experience +6, experience +6, experience +6...]

"Come on, show it to me."

Before Lin Yu had time to carefully examine his first magic weapon, Simu couldn't wait to see it.

Four eyes were shining.

Lin Yu simply handed the sword to his uncle.

Simu rubbed his hands and took the magic sword in his hands with a little excitement and piety.

Squinting his eyes, he carefully looked at the three-foot-six-inch bronze magic sword from top to bottom and from front to back.

He kept making a sound of "tsk tsk".

"Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad, the sword body is straight, the blade is sharp, and the whole body is smooth, obviously a top-notch work."

He probed his spiritual consciousness into the sword body again.

The rune lines are smooth and unobstructed.

There are even no fluctuations or bumps on the lines.

"Amazing, amazing, this level of stability is hard for even me to achieve."

Simu Siyan praised, and his glasses reflected his appreciation and joy.

"Congratulations, Xiaoyu, you can now declare yourself to be a weapon refiner."

Simu laughed as he said this.

"If a one-year-old weapon refiner were to be put in the world, he would scare people to death. I'm afraid those who are poor and incompetent would never believe it in their lifetime."

"I don't believe you are a weapon refiner, and I can't believe that you succeeded in refining a weapon for the first time, and you also refined a low-level magic sword with good quality."

The magic sword that Lin Yu made is better than the bronze magic weapons that Simu just repaired.

"Uncle, I feel it's hot now, and there are still a lot of materials left. Let's strike while the iron is hot."

Lin Yu wanted to continue.

After spending some time together, Simu also understood the habits of this guy.

He always likes to do one thing crazily.

Especially after learning something, he must practice it every day, practice it crazily, and practice it non-stop.

As if this can bring rapid progress.

Although he can indeed bring rapid progress.

This is also the difference between Lin Yu and others.

For ordinary practitioners, too much is as bad as too little. If you are too obsessed with one thing, you will have an obsession and easily fall into the devil, and your practice will not progress but regress.

Moreover, if you practice too persistently, firstly, you don't have the talent, and both the skills and the spells need time to settle, not all of them are suitable for striking while the iron is hot.

Maybe their bodies can't bear it, just like Dongnanxixi and the others.

There are still many copper ingots left on the ground.

And at this time, what else can Simu be stingy about?

"Good boy, aren't you tired?"

"Uncle, I'm not tired, refining the magic weapon doesn't make me tired."

Lin Yu is still in good spirits.

Simu suddenly realized that it only took Lin Yu half an hour to refine this magic weapon.

Every step and every detail is done in one step, stable and smooth, without wasting any time.

Lin Yu practiced the best work at the lowest cost.

No wonder the child doesn't feel tired.

"Okay, I don't think you need your uncle to light the fire, just keep refining, I'll go get you some more materials."

"Then I'll trouble you, uncle."

Simu picked up the magic sword that Lin Yu had just made and turned away.

Lin Yu continued to light the fire and start the furnace to refine the weapon.

[You are refining a low-level magic weapon, refining experience +2, experience +2, experience +2...]

[You have a little understanding in the process of controlling fire, refining experience +3, fire control experience +6...]

Lin Yu is concentrating on refining here.

Simu has turned back to the main hall.

It was already afternoon.

He also wasted a lot of time repairing the magic weapon.

"Hey, Master, where is Junior Brother?"

Jia Le saw his master coming back alone with a sword, and was a little confused.

The people who were practicing nearby also raised their heads curiously.

Even Ikkyu, who was teaching Qingqing the scriptures, couldn't help but be curious.

Although Ikkyu and Simu didn't get along before, they still often ate together.

When it came to eating, they quarreled again.

This is a pair of happy enemies.

Now Simu is crowded and lively, everyone is practicing hard, and there is a practice atmosphere.

Ikkyu and Qingqing live here all the time, and they come to practice with everyone.

Simu proudly flashed the magic sword in his hand.

"Look at what this is?"

Everyone looked at the magic sword and liked it.

Especially the east, south, west, and north.

They traveled around the world, slaying demons and monsters, and they only used ordinary peach wood swords.

However, even if this magic weapon is poor, it is still valuable, and they are too embarrassed to ask their uncle for it.

"Hey, Master, is this for me?"

Jia Le asked directly.

He dared to ask for it.

Although the private equity fund was unwilling to give it, he often asked Simu for things.

Just like the ragged clothes he was wearing now.

He also chased Simu and asked for a lot of things to get it back.

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Following Simu, a master, if you don't dare to speak out, you will be asking for trouble.

"I'll give you a big head ghost!"

Simu gave Jia Le a slap on the head.

Jia Le screamed in pain.

"This is the magic weapon your junior brother just refined."

Wow!

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

"Uncle Master, you are not kidding."

"Hey, Simu, are you telling the truth or not?"

Everyone stood up, looking unbelievable.

But the reason why they showed such an expression was because they had already believed it in their hearts.

Otherwise, they would not be surprised at all, and would think that Simu was bragging and joking.

Although it sounds incredible, their junior brother seems to be able to do such incredible things.

The level of talisman making far exceeds that of everyone present, which is enough to prove everything.

Even if he has learned to refine weapons, what does it count for?

Looking at the unbelievable look of everyone, Simu smiled triumphantly.

He likes to show off too much.

Especially after seeing the old monk Yixiu possessed by the ancestor, he dared not do it again.

At most, you can just brag and talk nonsense. If you really dare to have any evil thoughts about Lin Yu and want to lure him into Buddhism, the ancestor will not let him go.

Yixiu now knows that he is afraid to provoke the ancestor.

So Simu dares to show off openly.

In fact, Simu knew from the beginning that Yixiu would not have any chance, because the more he got along with Lin Yu, the more he knew that although his little nephew was not yet a year old, he was actually a man with his own ideas.

However, knowing this is knowing, he still has to fulfill his responsibilities as a master uncle and cannot send his little nephew into the tiger's nest.

"Come on, let me show you this sword, and then go get some materials. Xiao Yu is feeling hot now."

Simu proudly handed the sword to them and let them pass it around.

Turning around and entering the house, there was a clanging sound, and I don't know how many things he turned over, and he went out again with a heavy bag on his back.

The shocked people who stayed behind didn't know what kind of emotions they should have when facing the precious sword in the sword.

He was woodenly flipping through the magic weapon in the sword.

He felt all kinds of complex emotions surging in his heart.

In general, it was a kind of envy.

At the same time, some ambitions were inspired, and he was stimulated and entered a state of intermittent ambition.

Ikkyu took the magic weapon.

He tried to inject magic power into it.

A cold light flashed on the blade.

He rubbed the blade with his fingers, felt the sharpness of the blade, and checked the quality of the magic weapon.

He admired it sincerely.

"This is a magic weapon of high quality, Amitabha!"

The years in Simu's family are getting better.

Everyone worked hard to practice, and everything was thriving.

In another place full of vitality and everything was competing, a skinny Taoist priest in a Taoist robe was stopped by several soldiers.

Qianhe looked at the guns pointed at him and became alert.

Qianlizhiyao was slightly weathered.

He looked quite cool overall, and the wrinkles on his robe seemed to show some twists and turns.

"Is this you?"

"This is you."

"Are you the Taoist priest who saved the Red Bandits?"

"Those people can't be called bandits, right?"

"Why do you care whether they are bandits or not? Why do you, a family member, care about other people's business?"

"People in the world care about other people's business. It seems that the officers and soldiers who arrested them are brutal and don't look like good people."

The leading officer and soldier was not happy.

"How can you talk so much nonsense? You are a wanted criminal and you dare to be so arrogant."

"No, I am telling the truth. I have no intention of being an enemy of you. I just happened to meet you here. I have something important to ask to see Mr. Chang. Please pass it on."

Qianhe said very politely.

This made the officers and soldiers hesitate.

"It's really interesting. You beat Mr. Chang's people and let him go. You wanted to catch his wanted criminal. You were on his wanted list. Now you come to him and throw yourself into the trap. You are really not afraid of death."

The officer and soldier teased casually, and Qianhe remained calm.

"I am afraid this is all a misunderstanding. I do have something important to do. I hope to meet Mr. Chang."

Qianhe bowed to the officers and soldiers.

The officers and soldiers looked at each other for a few times and thought in their hearts.

The younger brother behind him leaned in front of the leader and whispered in his ear.

"Brother, we are here to help anyway. It is Chang who wants to arrest people, not our commander. Just do it for the sake of showing your respect."

Someone on the right also whispered.

"After all, he is a Taoist priest, and he seems to be a bit savvy. I heard that several gunmen were injured in the south, and they rescued people forcibly. It is not easy to deal with. Let's not meddle in other people's business."

The leader also thought it made sense.

Regardless of whether there is any danger, it is not their job anyway.

They are the people of Commander Feng, and they don't eat Chang's food.

Why bother about other people's affairs.

"Brother, please help me. I really have something important to do. I will be grateful if you can meet Mr. Chang."

Qianhe said, taking out two pearls and stuffing them into the mouth of the officer.

These were all brought by the royal zombie's convoy. The officer looked down and saw two round and plump pearls in his palms. They were worth a lot. His eyes widened.

He no longer looked carefree. He squinted and smiled.

"Okay, okay. You don't look like a bad person. I'm afraid there is really a misunderstanding. You want to see Mr. Chang. Okay, okay, I'll lead the way."

Qianhe was relieved.

Halfway through the journey north, he seemed to feel something was wrong.

It was indeed as the little nephew said. Mr. Chang was very famous, but he seemed to have a lot of selfishness.

He seemed to have offended him unintentionally.

Because he saved several patriots on the way.

And these people seemed to have different political views from Mr. Chang, so they were hunted down.

But in this world of warlords fighting for their own interests, who cares whether others have selfishness or not.

I hope Mr. Chang can distinguish the priorities of things.

I hope he can use his power to do something practical.

Even if he relies on his influence to make the Japanese pirates' conspiracy public, it would be fine.

With this idea in mind, Qianhe suppressed his hesitation and worry in his heart, and under the leadership of this team of officers and soldiers, he officially stepped into Xuzhou City.

Xuzhou has been the site of more than 50 large-scale wars in the past dynasties, and it is difficult to say the right and wrong.

But historians have all noticed that it was this ancient battlefield that determined the rise and fall of many dynasties, so there has been a saying of striving for the Central Plains since ancient times.

Chairman Chang Zhiqing of the Jinling Government is now negotiating with another Marshal Feng on the ancient battlefield of Xuzhou in the Central Plains.

Discussing cooperation matters.

Facing the sincere welcome from the common people, the moment Chairman Chang entered the city of Xuzhou, it seemed as if he was striving for the throne of the Central Plains and joining forces with Marshal Feng, a scene of vigorous vitality and development was before his eyes.