Mortals ask the immortals

Two days had passed since the Spiritual Dispersal Meeting.

On this day, Duan Qing was practicing in the wooden house. Because he had no spiritual stones, he could only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth honestly. The effect was naturally incomparable to the spiritual spring water made by using mysterious metal.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, a yellow light shot into the wooden house from the window and floated in front of him. It turned out to be a paper crane with some symbols vaguely visible on it.

Before he could react to what was going on, he saw that the paper crane began to burn from the inside out, and at the same time, a familiar voice came from the front.

"Come to see me quickly."

It was the voice of his master Sanyan Zhenren.

Duan Qing arrived at the residence of his master Sanyan Zhenren with some trepidation. He didn't know why he was called there this time. Although he had been in Jinxuan Sect for some time, he still knew very little about the people and things in the sect.

The only one he felt close to was his second senior brother Wu Da. As for his master Sanyan Zhenren, he had never taken care of him since he accepted him into the sect.

"Come in."

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard the voice of Sanyan Zhenren from inside.

Duan Qing walked straight in after hearing that. Sanyan Zhenren was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, facing him sideways, holding a wooden lump in his hand, examining it carefully.

"Master!!"

Duan Qing bowed to Sanyan Zhenren.

Sanyan Zhenren looked at him expressionlessly, then turned his head and continued to look at the wooden lump in his hand without saying a word.

Duan Qing did not dare to move without authorization. He stood there like a wooden stake, not knowing where to put his hands. He was very nervous. He did not know what the master had asked him to come for. Could it be that the secret of his mysterious metal was discovered by the master?

Just as he was thinking about it, Sanyan Zhenren held up the wooden lump in his hand with one hand, and stretched out the other hand from the wide Taoist robe, turning his fingers into a knife, and gestured back and forth at the wood in his hand in the air.

Following the movements of Sanyan Zhenren's hands, the wooden lump seemed to be cut by countless knives at the same time, and wood chips flew everywhere. What was even more surprising was that the flying wood chips all fell in front of Sanyan Zhenren at the same time, and soon piled up into a small pile.

Soon, the wooden lump was carved into a flying sword-like thing by Sanyan Zhenren's finger knife.

It was a bit far-fetched to call it a flying sword. It was at most an embryo. The thing was about three feet long and brown all over. There was no sword tip or edge. However, the most surprising thing was that the sword body was actually hollow. Thin wooden strips like corals neatly started from the hilt, winding upwards and becoming thinner and thinner, and finally thinned into wood whiskers and gathered together.

Seemingly satisfied with his work, Sanyan Zhenren nodded to himself, placed the wooden sword embryo in front of him, then took out a piece of purple-gold metal, pinched a hand seal, and did not see any other movements, and then saw the purple-gold metal float from Sanyan Zhenren's hand, changing its shape like dough, and something kept seeping out of the metal.

At first it was relatively slow, and then its deformation speed became faster and faster. When there was almost nothing seeping out, the piece of purple-gold metal was floating in front of Sanyan Zhenren like a ball of water.

At this time, Sanyan Zhenren waved his hand, and the wooden sword embryo on the ground suddenly jumped up from the ground and plunged into the purple-gold "liquid".

As soon as the wooden sword embryo touched the purple-gold "liquid", the "liquid" seeped into the hollow sword body of the wooden flying sword like a bird returning to its nest.

First it filled the entire hollow sword body, then formed a sword edge through the wooden strips on both sides, and finally a sword tip emerged from the gathering of wood whiskers on it.

During this period, the purple-gold "liquid" was moving slower and slower. When the tip of the sword finally emerged, the purple-gold "liquid" finally stopped deforming and turned back into cold metal.

At this time, a complete flying sword floated in front of Sanyan Zhenren. The brown wooden hilt and the purple-gold sword body were attached with coral-like thin wooden strips. It was very exquisite and seemed to be made by nature.

Sanyan Zhenren waved his hand, and the flying sword fell into his hand. He looked at the flying sword and nodded slightly. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with the flying sword.

Duan Qing was stunned watching from the side. A piece of wood and a piece of iron turned into an exquisite flying sword in front of him. This was completely different from the hoe and kitchen knife made by the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in Xiao'an City in his impression!

It was indeed a fairy-like method!

After appreciating his work, Sanyan Zhenren finally turned around and looked at Duan Qing.

"Well, not bad, Qi training level one, quite diligent."

His face was still expressionless, but it was obvious that his tone was much softer. "You have been my disciple for almost two months, right?"

Duan Qing nodded, but didn't say anything, still feeling a little uneasy.

San Yan Zhenren looked at Duan Qing with a complicated look in his eyes. "Are you used to living in Yanfeng?"

"My disciple is fine, and my brothers and sisters treat me very well."

He was relieved a little bit, thinking that his master should not have discovered his secret.

San Yan Zhenren nodded slightly, and withdrew his gaze from Duan Qing, looking at the pile of sawdust in front of him. A red light flashed in his eyes, and the sawdust instantly turned into a pool of black ash, and disappeared without a trace as San Yan Zhenren flicked his sleeves.

After dealing with the sawdust, San Yan Zhenren looked at Duan Qing and suddenly said. "Do you know about the rotation of the spirit mine?"

Duan Qing was a little surprised. He didn't expect that San Yan Zhenren would ask him this question, but he answered truthfully. "Second Senior Brother told me that every year, each peak would send one person to the Spirit Mine..."

San Yan Zhenren nodded. "Yes, I called you here this time because of the rotation. This year, it should be your Senior Sister Lu Ying's turn at Yanfeng, but your Senior Sister has just broken through to the Transcendent Realm, and her realm is not stable yet. It is not conducive to her cultivation to take turns, so..."

Speaking of this, San Yan Zhenren paused, looked at Duan Qing and saw that he didn't respond, and continued.

"I want you to take turns this year."

Hearing this, Duan Qing finally understood the purpose of San Yan Zhenren calling him here! It seems that he always dislikes him and wants to send him to the Spirit Mine.

It seems that because of Brother Ma Liang's matter, Master San Yan Zhenren has always been concerned about him, otherwise he would not have accepted him as a disciple for nearly two months, ignored him, and the only time he talked to him alone was to send him out of Yanfeng.

However, Duan Qing was not depressed at all, and even felt a little happy, because even if Sanyan Zhenren did not do this, he was going to find Sanyan Zhenren and apply to replace Senior Sister Luying.

When he heard the second brother talk about the rotation of the spirit mine before, he had some ideas. Going to the spirit mine for rotation may be a chore for others, but it may not be for him.

Although he had never seen what the original spirit stone looked like, he had found records about spirit stones in the cultivation notes these two days. It was clearly mentioned that the spirit stone only added the spirit binding pattern on the original spirit stone to make it easier for the cultivator to absorb the spiritual energy in it. In other words, the original spirit stone has spiritual energy like the spirit stone, but the former cannot be used for cultivation. But for him who has mysterious metals, isn’t the original stone equivalent to the spirit stone?

If his inference is correct, then the original stone that is useless to others is a constant supply of spirit stones for him.

Although he was a little excited, Duan Qing pretended to be a little depressed on the surface.

"Disciple...I am willing to follow the master's arrangement."

Sanyan Zhenren nodded, which was quite tactful. Even if Duan Qing refused, he would still send Duan Qing to the spirit mine.

He looked at the flying sword he had just refined in his hand and threw it to Duan Qing. "Any wood and iron can also be made into a tool. Although it is only of low quality, you can use it first."

Duan Qing caught the flying sword and was a little surprised. He never dreamed that Sanyan Zhenren would give him this flying sword.

"Disciple thanks the master."

After saying that, he bowed to Sanyan Zhenren who bowed his head.

Sanyan Zhenren still had that expressionless look on his face. He took out a small bag from the bag and threw it to Duan Qing. "This is your spiritual stone for a year. This year's rotation will start in three days. You should prepare it first. Okay, you can go back."

After saying that, he waved to Duan Qing, indicating that Duan Qing could leave. It seemed that he didn't want to look at him for a moment.

Duan Qing caught the small bag with one hand, but didn't look at it immediately. He bowed to Sanyan Zhenren and turned to leave.