Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Chapter 390: Nine Provinces Discussion (XII)

Lin Yige used his spiritual consciousness to transmit the message, and it took three times for him to successfully get Geng Xin to let go of the lump of black gold and return to the puppet's bun.

She photographed objects through the air and used the puppet's eyes to look over and over again at the piece of black gold in her hand that was pierced by Geng and Xin.

The black gold is about the size of a fist, very heavy in the hand, and irregular in shape, as if made up of countless pieces of black mica glued together, and has an extremely hard texture.

Before starting to refine a weapon, the refiner would clean off the layer of ash on the inner wall of the furnace to avoid affecting the quality of the object being refined.

Only a furnace that has been using spiritual fire to continuously forge swords for many years can form such a large piece of black gold.

If this black gold was made by Song Ziping, we can only say that he is highly skilled and bold, and his sword-making skills are definitely underestimated.

It is hard to say whether the disciple is a talent, but this master is definitely a talent.

Lin Yige was tempted, but did not agree. He only said, "It is not impossible for me to find another way out for your disciple. But... this black gold is useless to you. Is Brother Song lacking in sincerity?"

When Song Ziping heard this, his expression relaxed.

How could the owner of Jiuzhou Newspaper do business that would lose money?

Even if it is a well-known rumor, it would cost a lot of money if it was compiled into a storybook by Master Cao Bai.

To a weapon refiner, black gold is just residue and waste that needs to be cleaned up. If Master Cao Bai agrees to it out of hand, it will make him feel uneasy.

Song Ziping raised his hand and pointed at the bamboo hairpin that had returned to Master Cao Bai's hair, and said, "I have been forging swords for many years, and I have made some achievements in refining weapons. Black gold is useless to me, but it may not be the same for Master Cao's magic weapon."

Swordmaking is also a branch of weapon refining. As a swordsmith, Song Ziping could naturally feel the faint light flowing on the bamboo hairpin.

Song Ziping wanted to find a way out for his disciples, but he didn't want them to be bullied. This was also to prove his own worth so that Master Cao Bai would pay more attention to him.

When Lin Yige heard this, she took a quick look and found that just as Song Ziping said, a burst of spiritual power emerged from the bamboo hairpin from time to time. It was obvious that Geng Xin could no longer hold back.

She felt a little amused and helpless, so she quickly sent a message to Geng Xin to tell him to restrain his aura. She no longer had the heart to bargain, so she said through the puppet's mouth: "Forget it, I will agree to what Fellow Daoist Song wants. One piece of black gold in exchange for one introduction. As for whether it will succeed or not, it depends on you, my disciple."

It was just a matter of one sentence and had no impact on the Guiyi faction or the Jiuzhou Press.

"That's as it should be!" Song Ziping said, patting his disciple on the shoulder, "Zhao Wujin, why don't you thank Senior Cao?"

Zhao Wujin stepped forward and saluted, but was unable to utter a word.

Lin Yige noticed something was wrong. Zhao Wujin was silent from beginning to end, and his demeanor and behavior were different from those of ordinary people. She asked hurriedly, "Why is he silent? Could it be that... he was born with a defect?"

Song Ziping looked ashamed and said, "To be honest with Master Cao Bai, this black gold was made by my disciple Zhao Wujin. Although Wujin was born with a defect and is ignorant of worldly affairs, he has an extraordinary talent in sword-making. If he follows me, his talent will only be buried!"

No wonder.

Even someone like Lin Yige who doesn't forge swords himself knows the influence of the cleaning furnace on the quality of the forged spiritual swords. As a disciple of Divine Sword Peak, Song Ziping could not possibly be unaware of this.

It would make sense if Zhao Wujin didn't know the method and just ignored everything and focused on smelting the molten gold.

Lin Yige was secretly delighted, but said in a veiled way, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? No sect would be willing to accept a person who is born with a defect, no matter how gifted he is... I have fallen into your trap!"

Having said that, Lin Yige has decided to let Zhao Wujin, Ding Song and others break through the formation together.

Guiyi Sect needs Zhao Wujin's talent for sword-making, Zhao Wujin needs Guiyi Sect as a place to stay, and Geng Xin also needs the black gold produced by Zhao Wujin's sword-making.

Song Ziping's face flushed, and he smiled apologetically, "Thank you, Master Cao Bai!"

"It's just...ah...that's all. A gentleman's word is his bond. Since I've promised it, I won't go back on my word!" A trace of embarrassment appeared on "Cao Bai's" childish face, and his eyes kept glancing at the storage bag hanging around Song Ziping's waist.

  Song Ziping immediately took off his storage bag and presented it with both hands: "I hope you will accept this bag of refining materials." How can you not accept a gift that is right in front of you?

Lin Yige controlled the puppet to take the storage bag and put it away, then said: "After the Jiuzhou Forum, you should take Zhao Wujin to the Jiuzhou Newspaper Office as soon as possible."

Song Ziping bowed in agreement, then took the confused Zhao Wujin and sent "Cao Bai" out the door.

……

Lin Yige got something for nothing, not only the black gold that Geng Xin urgently needed, but also a bag of refining materials.

She managed to put away the puppet in a deserted place, and casually inserted the bamboo hairpin transformed by Geng Xin on her head. Then, she happily sent a thousand-mile sound transmission note to her sixth senior brother Tu Baicao.

After sending the sound transmission note, Lin Yige took out the black gold and prepared to cut it into small pieces, but unexpectedly Geng Xin turned into a sword light and rushed towards her, almost cutting off two of her fingers.

Lin Yige was about to scold her, but Geng Xin suddenly turned into a bamboo whip and hung around his waist, and there was no movement anymore.

The originally purple and shiny bamboo joints were covered with a layer of white frost, making them dull and faded.

Lin Yige almost felt dizzy. No, how could Geng Xin fall asleep directly? !

Without Geng Xin's assistance, the power of Lin Yige's sword intent driven by his own cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Stage would be greatly reduced.

At this point, Lin Yige can only hope that Geng Xin will make a breakthrough soon.

When Geng Xin wakes up, I will definitely give her a good scolding!

……

On the evening of the eighth day, it was the eve of Wen Caiwei's marriage proposal party.

The Jiuzhou Dao Conference Hall in the formation was still as bright as day, and suddenly there was a noise outside the door.

"Go away!"

"There's a fire! Put it out!"

"Don't panic, it's just a fire, it can be put out with a spell!"

"It's also..."

"No, this fire is wrong. The magic is helping the fire. Back off!"

……

Lin Yige went out to take a look immediately. Within a few breaths, the entire Tingfeng Pavilion had been engulfed by a sea of ​​orange-red flames and began to melt like a candle.

Lu Hengbo followed his disciples out and said, "My fellow disciples, take a good look. This is the earth fire taken from the center of the earth. After being refined, it is mostly used for refining tools and forging swords. Ordinary water magic can do nothing to it."

Jiang Yan was eager to learn, so he asked, "Then how do we put out this underground fire?"

Lu Hengbo said: "The fire with roots needs water without roots to extinguish. Tingfeng Pavilion has Bu Taixu in charge. He can summon the wind and rain in a matter of breath."

As they were talking, two poisonous bees appeared before everyone's eyes.

In the past few days, Yun Mingyue would scatter the poisonous spirit bees outside Tingfeng Pavilion. Everyone had seen this insect-controlling technique before and had become accustomed to it. Lu Hengbo also stopped his temporary teaching and waited for Yun Mingyue to obtain information from the poisonous spirit bees.

Yun Mingyue held the two half-burnt poisonous bees in her palms, injected a little spiritual power into them, and immediately felt a shock all over her body: "Junior Sister Caiwei is still in there!"