Urban Spirit Sword Fairy

Chapter 812 Bronze Statue

Huang Xiaowu is afraid that Rong Yunhe will not die of anger.

The most coquettish thing is still behind, those subordinates who followed Huang Xiaowu to move the alchemy furnace were also worried.

Although the main thing was Huang Xiaowu's slippery feet, which caused the alchemy furnace to roll down the cliff.

But several of them also participated in this matter, and they were afraid of being punished later.

A few of them hurriedly said: "Xiao Wu is right. The alchemy furnace is more of a formality. As long as we have our ancestors in our hearts, he will always understand."

"Yes, yes, in my opinion, it's better to make a bronze statue for the sect leader. The sect master's achievements are unrivaled, and he is a rare and outstanding sect master in our Cangjian sect."

"Master Qianqiu!"

As the saying goes, if you wear it for thousands of times, you will never wear it for flattery.

What's more, Rong Yunhe is a person who likes to listen to flattery.

He reprimanded with a serious face: "Hmph, you guys, don't I know what's going on in your mind?"

Seeing the serious reprimand on the head's face, everyone bowed their heads.

"I melted the alchemy furnace and built a bronze statue for me. It's really thanks to you guys who figured it out." Rong Yunhe hated that iron could not be made into steel, and scolded: "Our Cangjian faction is still short of copper to build bronze statues? "

Lin Fan knew Rong Yunhe, and Rong Yunhe had already talked about it, so he was obviously a little tempted by Jian Bronze Statue.

Just like the emperors of the past dynasties, after they have made great achievements, they will go to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen.

Although Rong Yunhe is the head of the sect, he also wants to be famous in history, at least in Cangjian Sect, like Fu Xu.

Rong Yunhe couldn't help muttering in his heart, why didn't he think of building a bronze statue before, but ordinary people really don't have the cheek to take the initiative to build their own bronze statue.

"Of course our Cangjian Sect doesn't lack this bit of copper." Lin Fan said, glaring at Huang Xiaowu.

Rong Yunhe postponed with a hypocritical look on his face: "However, I don't think it is necessary to build the bronze statue, so don't mention it again in the future."

Lin Fan naturally understood what Rong Yunhe was thinking, and said very cooperatively: "Master, this is because you are being modest. Among other things, you will have made great achievements just by solving the situation where the five great families controlled the Cangjian Sect."

Rong Yunhe pondered for a moment, and said, "You can make troubles as you like, I don't want to care about this matter."

This was already a disguised agreement, he waved his hands and prepared to leave, and finally added: "I remember that the bronze statues of the founder of the mountain and the head of Fuxu were also built together."

After speaking, he walked away slowly.

In the eyes of those ordinary disciples, Rong Yunhe's image was even more glorious and majestic.

Even when making bronze statues, one never forgets one's previous history, one does not eat alone.

"This old guy." Lin Fan smiled and shook his head slightly. As a master, he is good at everything, but he likes to talk.

Turning back to build a bronze statue, this guy doesn't know how much he is doing.

"Xiao Wu, recently you have personally supervised the production of bronze statues, portraits of senior Fuxu and the founder of the mountain. You can go to your master to ask for it. This matter can't be messed up." Lin Fan said.

"Yes." Huang Xiaowu also understood that he had caused trouble, so he nodded.

Those ordinary disciples knew Lin Fan.

Yiyi stepped forward to salute Lin Fan, then turned and left.

When Lin Fan led Huang Xiaowu into the house, he said, "Xiao Wu, the portraits of the Founder and Senior Fuxu are easy to do, but you need to put more effort into the bronze statue of your master."

Huang Xiaowu became curious, and asked: "Master, what do you mean by this, isn't it just to find a craftsman to make it?"

"When making bronze statues, you make your master as handsome as you are, understand?" Lin Fan winked, "Think about it, the portraits of the founder of the mountain and senior Fuxu should be more ethereal and ambiguous." It's so ethereal, if you want a fairy taste, you will have a fairy taste, your master doesn't have that kind of temperament, you can only win by your appearance."

Huang Xiaowu was stunned, then he seemed to understand it, nodded again and again, and thought to himself, this master, he seems to be a master of flattery.

Back in the house, Huang Xiaowu urgently contacted the craftsman, and then ran out to get busy.

Lin Fan stood in front of a piece of scorched earth-like withered grass, and smiled helplessly.

He shook his head slightly. Fortunately, the gazebo in the backyard was still in good condition.

He walked into the gazebo, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and cast a spell to check the situation in his body.

At this time, Lin Fan couldn't tell what his situation was.

Ever since the dragon heart was aroused by Wang Bojin by mistake, the dragon heart in his body was constantly exuding a demonic aura.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, used his magic power to suppress this monster energy in his body all the time.

He didn't know what would happen if he let go of the evil spirit completely.

In short, it should not be much better.

Lin Fan shook his head slightly, and sighed inwardly, getting this dragon's heart is a blessing and a misfortune.

If there was no dragon heart, he would have been forced to death by Wang Jin at the beginning, but now, the dragon heart has something abnormal again.

Lin Fan contacted Rong Yunhe again, and Rong Yunhe asked someone to send a batch of swords, and Lin Fan began to practice meditation.

In the past few days, Lin Fan never left the courtyard, and only ate, practiced, or chatted with Wang Guo every day.

During this period, Wang Guo wanted to pick up Huang Xiaoqin, but Lin Fan stopped him.

It was not without reason that he brought Wang Guo into the Cangjian Sect to practice.

Although the giant monster like Wang Bojin, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, but don't people of Wang Bojin's level have real confidantes in their hands?

No one knew what those people would do in order to revenge themselves.

Lin Fan would not leave the Cangjian Sect easily without certain guarantees.

About half a month later.

In the past half a month, Huang Xiaowu had risen at sunrise and returned late. When asked, he said that he was worried about the bronze statue.

As for Lin Fan, although he had improved his mana cultivation a lot during this period of time, there was still a long way to go before reaching the fourth-rank Daoist Realm.

Every time a level is raised, the difficulty will multiply geometrically.

In the early morning of this day, a ray of sunlight outside shone into the yard.

Lin Fan walked out of the yard and saw Wang Guocai sitting in the gazebo in a daze.

This is actually a habit of Wang Guocai, as long as he is free, he will be in a daze.

Lin Fan also asked Wang Guocai, isn't it boring to be in a daze like this?

Wang Guocai said that it was because of boredom that he was in a daze.

But Wang Guocai is already used to it. Although he looks young, he is actually 80 or [-] years old.

As an immortal zombie, Wang Guocai is often so bored that he even wants to commit suicide.

But if a zombie commits suicide, even if he jumps from a tall building, he will not die. At most, his bones will be smashed to pieces.

Then it will recover slowly.

This pain is endless.

Lin Fan slowly sat down beside Wang Guocai, and asked, "Third brother, what are you thinking about?"

Only then did Wang Guo come back to his senses, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just in a daze."

(End of this chapter)