Five Elements Heaven

"...At that time, the family received two by chance, but I don't know what they were used for. My son was getting older and was in urgent need of a master, so I dedicated one of them to the Daizong, hoping that my son would be included in its gates. Daizong happily agreed. This thing is so special that it can win the favor of the master, so it is hidden in a secret room and dare not talk to anyone. When Daizong asked about it later, it seemed unintentional, but they all said it was the only one. This thing is very related. At dusk, my son will take care of it. Keep it close to your body, and do not reveal it to others until you understand its secrets. The master has no worries about the way of blue and white. However, if you want to reach the peak of being a master, you will have to die in your lifetime. If you can get this help..."

The secret letter at home had long been destroyed by Duanmu Huang, and he knew every sentence in it by heart. The family went to great lengths to deliver the wooden box and even used Lu Mingxiu's cover. Compared to the Duanmu family, the Lu family was the core family that Daizong truly trusted.

After reading the secret letter, Duanmuhuang understood many things.

It turns out that Daizong accepted him as his disciple in exchange.

No wonder the teacher basically ignored him, and his attitude towards his senior brother and second senior brother was very different.

However, Duanmu Huang found that he was not disappointed at all, but suddenly realized that it was so. The teacher's feelings for him are weak, and his feelings for the teacher are equally weak.

Duanmuhuang was arrogant and felt that even if there was no teacher, the sky would not fall. After all, you need to find your own path.

He is now only grateful that he was "kidnapped" by Shi Xueman. In Songjian Valley, he could truly relax and stay away from the distractions and intrigues.

All his energy and talent can be focused on cultivation.

Best now.

In particular, he found his own path, his own blue and white way.

In the bamboo forest, Duanmu closed his eyes in the evening and sat cross-legged on the ground, holding an old wooden box in his hands, as if he was asleep.

Exquisite blue and white patterns appear under the body, flowing endlessly.

The wind blows and the bamboo leaves flutter, but as long as they float within three feet of Duanmu Dusk, they will be slowly pushed out by an invisible force.

At dusk in Duanmu, the blue and white flowers flowing on the ground beneath me change shape every half hour.

There are twenty-four changes every day, every day is different, every day is different.

Twenty days have passed, and 480 different kinds of "blue and white" have evolved at Duanmu Dusk.

The Duanmu family's "Blue and White" has a long history and can be traced back to the distant cultivation era. There are more than 2,000 types of blue and white flowers collected by the Duanmu family, but many of them have lost their use.

With each additional change, the energy around Duanmu Huangyue became more intense.

There is a huge library of books in Duanmuhuang's mind, and he is now breaking it up, smashing it, and then reassembling it.

This is just the beginning, it is bound to be a long process.

Duanmu dusk is full of expectations.

Lou Lan was doing his best to prepare Yuanli soup for everyone, while the members of the Thunder Sword were practicing the simple sword moves that they had complained and laughed at countless times on the iron basket sword tower that they had felt embarrassed before.

Nothing is more convincing than actual combat.

The bloody words on the board at Lemon Camp that shocked the city were their first declaration to the world with their swords. They were shocked by their own power. They were re-recognizing the sword tower and themselves.

When they complete this process, a qualitative transformation will occur.

They didn't understand this, but suddenly discovered that they could become stronger.

Because Ai Hui was injured, Gu Xuan temporarily took Ai Hui's position of power. For the first time, he felt the huge load Ai Hui was bearing. Gu Xuan was not a weak person and did not give up. The strong pressure was like a whetstone, forcing him to make continuous progress every day.

Nowadays, Yubei City has sufficient supplies and Yuanli soup is supplied every day. Everyone knows how difficult it is to have such an environment in the current troubled times.

No need for any supervision, everyone is practicing crazily.

Beside the sword tower, there is another person, that is He Xiazi.

He has a heavy responsibility.

The strange big guy who built the Iron Basket Sword Tower has just completed the first phase of his mission, and he now has the second phase of his mission.

It's still about making swords, but instead of making big swords, it's about making the swords used by the members of the Thunder Sword.

Nowadays, the long swords in everyone's hands are uneven and of different types. Most of them are the swords they used before. It's natural to use it for training, but there are still some problems when it's used for combat.

For this reason, Ai Hui gave He Xiazi the task of making a standard long sword.

There are three hundred Thunder Swords, and each person has three hundred swords in his hand. Including daily consumption, destruction and replacement, at least five hundred more are needed.

Quantity is not the main problem. The biggest problem that troubles Blind He is what kind of long sword is suitable for the needs of the Thunder Sword. As a weapons master, he has extremely high requirements for the weapons he builds, and nothing can be produced unless they are high-quality.

Although the Iron Basket Sword Tower was built by him, he was at a loss as to how to use it. It wasn't until the battle on the top of the mountain that I saw the power of the sword tower and figured out how it worked.

These days, he has been staying around the sword tower, carefully feeling how the sword tower operates, and feeling every aspect of the team members' training.

After continuously waiting, he finally had a rough idea in his mind.

Returning to the fire, he began to build.

The clustered white flames sprayed on the metal, and the metal melted into a pool of molten iron as easily as ice cubes. He began to add different materials into it, and his movements were smooth and full of beauty. Each time a material is thrown in, ripples of different colors will pass over the surface of the molten iron. Ripples of various colors intertwined and gathered on the surface of the hot molten iron, turning into gorgeous ripples.

Blind He's expression was very focused, and the eyes in his palms emitted a faint light, covering the molten iron. Every change in the molten iron is under his control.

The energy fluctuations of the molten iron are constantly changing.

The light emitted from the eyes of the palm suddenly turned cold, and a layer of frost suddenly covered the surface of the molten iron, turning the molten iron into metal ingots. The gorgeous ripples seem to be frozen on the surface of the metal ingot, forming extremely beautiful patterns.

Blind He did not stop, but picked up the snow lava that had been prepared long ago and poured it on the metal ingot.

Tsk.

A loud sound arose along with the white fire, and dense cracks appeared on the surface of the metal ingot.

Blind He picked up a hammer and struck the metal ingot. The outer layer of the metal ingot was as crispy as a biscuit and quickly scattered on the ground, revealing the silver-white metal inside.

A piece of silver-white translucent metal ingot, like a silver-white crystal, with soft and slender petals frozen inside, layer upon layer, extremely beautiful. The petal-like texture, with sparkling silver powder, is extremely dazzling when placed in the sun.

Blind He showed a satisfied look and murmured to himself: "Pear Blossom Shining Silver, from now on you will be called Pear Blossom Shining Silver. I have no regrets in this life, I have no regrets in this life!"

The petals are as white as pear blossoms.

Fortunately Ai Hui didn't have time to care about him, otherwise he would have vomited blood if he had been named White Flame.

Blind He was very excited. This was the highest-grade metal ingot he had refined so far. Being able to create a material of your own, name it, and leave your name in history is what every weapon master dreams of.

He had to admit that although Ai Hui's naming skills made it difficult to complain, the concentrated white flames and snow lava were really amazing inventions.

Without these two weapon master's weapons, he would not be able to refine the pear blossom silver.

The excitement of successfully refining the pear blossom silver made Blind He not feel tired at all, and he started refining the long sword. The long sword already had a prototype in his mind, and the successful refining of the pear blossom silver meant that the biggest problem had been overcome.

He quickly refined the first one, frowned, and destroyed it.

The second one is still destroyed.

He worked tirelessly, one after another, but none satisfied him.

The excitement has passed, and the continuous failures have made the fatigue more intense.

He stopped and sat by the fire in a daze.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night. The stars overhead cast their light, and the night wind was quiet.

Loulan sent Yuanli soup: "He Wei, your Yuanli soup."

Blind He came back to his senses, took the Yuanli soup, and a smile appeared on his cold face: "Thank you Loulan."

Loulan said happily: "You're welcome, He Wei. In the future, Loulan will learn to refine weapons from He Wei."

"No problem." Blind He agreed readily. While drinking Yuanli, he said casually: "Loulan, why do you want to learn to refine weapons?"

Lou Lan tilted his head and thought for a while: "It can make money. Lou Lan and Ai Hui used to make money by refining weapons."

Blind He laughed dumbly. He did not remind Lou Lan that Ai Hui was so poor that he only had money left. The snow lava accumulated in the Songjian Valley is the accumulated gold mountain. Even in today's period of soaring prices, Songjian Valley has an abundance of various materials and is no longer the poor valley it once was.

He smiled and said: "Then Loulan has to work hard."

Loulan nodded vigorously: "Loulan will definitely study with He Wei seriously."

After eating the delicious Yuanli soup and listening to Loulan's happy voice, Blind He felt that the fatigue in his body had been swept away.

Seeing that Blind He was immersed in thinking again, Loulan left quietly without disturbing him.

After He Xiazi summarized his previous ideas, he discovered the problem: he did not break away from the inherent ideas of ordinary weapons.

The stimulation and activation of Yuanli are the first issues that must be considered in general weapons. It is completely inappropriate to use it on the Thunder Sword.

The sword moves of the members of the Thunder Sword are very simple, and they do not need to consider the issue of Yuanli. What do the members of Thunder Sword need most? He Xiazi, who has been observing for many days, knows this very well, that is synchronicity!

Synchronicity is the most critical factor in the power of Thunder Sword.

This is also the biggest difference between the Thunder Sword and other war departments. There has never been a war department where the person's force has been weakened to such an extent, and teamwork has been improved to such a demanding level.

What a perverted and extraordinary idea!

Such a perverted and extraordinary war department certainly needs a weapon that is different and equally perverted and extraordinary!

Blind He's heart was racing and his blood was boiling.