Immortal weapon refiner

Chapter 134 The Holy King’s Birthday Banquet
In the early autumn of the fourth year of Kaiyuan, more than [-] cavalry entered Xiaocuiling with great vigor.

However, even with so many people entering this dangerous mountain range that stretches from east to west and connects several states, there hasn't been too many waves.

To everyone's surprise, in the next half month, these more than [-] cavalry did not go south, but started sweeping through this deep mountain and old forest.

Outsiders would never guess that these more than [-] cavalrymen were sweeping and searching for something. It was very strange.

As time went by, more and more grain and grass were consumed, and people everywhere began to complain.

As a result, in the various states of the Wu Dynasty that had just ended the war a few years ago, refugees holding high the flag of rebellion once again arose.

This newly established grassland dynasty suddenly became shaky.

In order to ensure that the Holy Lord's fiftieth birthday could go smoothly, all tribes in the grassland sent out cavalry and began to suppress the rebellious refugees in various places.

At this juncture, Li Qing's blacksmith shop received a guest that surprised him.

The person who came was a young man with a thin build and a face as sharp as a knife.

"Master Li!"

Hearing the sound, Li Qing beside the forge raised his head and looked at the figure in front of the blacksmith shop.

"Haha, I can't bear to call you Master Li now." Li Qing said jokingly.

The young man standing at the door clearly has a youthful face and facial features, but his temples are white, showing signs of premature aging.

This man is none other than Qi Kang, who has practiced the Death Art!

"Master, you are joking. If it hadn't been for you, I would have died among the homeless outside Wangyuan City. Such a great kindness, Qi Kang will never forget it!"

When he said this, Qi Kang's eyes turned slightly red. He knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed respectfully towards Li Qing.

Looking at the figure kneeling in front of him, it was difficult for Li Qing to put together the scrawny refugee boy with a dark face in his memory.

He sighed and said, "Get up. I did this just to enter Wangyuan City."

"Now that you are the famous Demon of Hun Tian, ​​I can't stand your kneeling."

Li Qing said while calcining a piece of black gold in the furnace.

After a long time, Qi Kang finally stood up and said, "Master, I promised Kaedeemon that we will enter the palace together on the Holy Lord's fiftieth birthday."

"Why, haven't you always disliked the court of Feng Kingdom?"

When the three major martial arts schools in Shengtian squeezed the common people to collect protection fees, Qi Kang was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and wished he could eat those martial arts masters alive.

Li Qing felt a little dumbfounded when he thought of this.

"I don't like the Feng Kingdom's court, but it's obvious that the people's lives are more miserable under the Wu Dynasty."

"If it can help the people live a better life, it's worth risking my life."

"Anyway, I don't have many years left to live. Even if I die, I will be good enough. I will be famous in the world, kill villains, and I will soon enter the palace to kill the emperor. How happy!"

As he spoke, Qi Kang grinned, and the strands of gray hair on his temples fluttered in the wind.

At this moment, the young man in Li Qing's mind finally overlapped with the Hun Tian Demon in front of him.

They are also concerned about the country and the people, cynical, and willing to sacrifice everything for their ideals.

A very great and noble person, Li Qing feels inferior to him.
"Well, it's pretty good." Li Qing said calmly, using tongs to turn over the piece of ink gold in the stove.

Qi Kang knew his master's temperament very well. He was as calm as water and always calm. He didn't have any surprises.

"Master, Brother Ning has sent news from the palace!"

"The mysterious immortal master behind Holy Lord Tuvahar is no longer here. Now they are sweeping Xiaocuiling. They should be looking for new immortal cultivators."

"Those mysterious talismans were exchanged with the mysterious cultivator for those peerless magic weapons and various strange ores in the world."

These few words finally caused quite a stir in Li Qing's heart.

He raised his head and asked, "Are there any immortal cultivators in Xiaocuiling?"

"Not sure, but it's very possible!" Qi Kang explained.

Li Qing narrowed his eyes, thinking that no wonder the Holy Lord went to great lengths to bring more than 1 cavalry into Xiaocuiling, instead of going south to fight, he wandered around in the deep mountains and forests all day long, not knowing what he was doing.

It turned out to be to find the so-called world of immortality!
This is not surprising. Without the support of the immortal cultivators behind him and the source of the spiritual talismans, the throne will always be unstable, so he rushes to send troops into the mountain.

"That's it." Li Qing groaned.

With that said, Qi Kang took out a very simple book from his body, with three words "Death Jue" written on it.

"Master, this is Death Art, a martial art practiced by the former martial arts master Lin Yi."

"If there is a chance in the future, please help me take it back to the tomb in Xiao Cuiling."

Li Qing was stunned and took the ancient book. He didn't expect that this extremely evil technique would fall into his hands in this way.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Master, farewell!"

After saying that, Qi Kang solemnly clasped his fists and left the blacksmith shop.

After Qi Kang left, Li Qing casually flipped through this evil martial arts secret book, but he didn't intend to practice it.

The degree of lifespan consumed by this thing is exaggerated. Qi Kang, who has practiced this evil skill, will probably not live to be 30 years old.

Now Li Qing asked himself that his martial arts was already very close to the level of Huajin Grandmaster, and he didn't need the help of such evil skills at all.

In the end, he just flipped through it a few times, then put the martial arts book at the bottom of the box, planning to throw it back into the tomb later.

As the Holy Lord's birthday is getting closer and closer, the grassland emperor actually plans to build a golden body for himself and stand in the palace.

There is no doubt that this idea has been implemented again, and the burden on the people of the world has once again increased.

In the past few days, Li Qing has been struggling with what kind of weapon would be better to use for the few strange ores he has?

Judging from what Qi Kang said before, he has determined that these strange ores should be what immortal cultivators need. It seems that they are not ordinary precious.

The fire had been burning in the forge for many days, but Li Qing's thoughts were still confused.

This was the first time he had ever struggled with blacksmithing. "Four death nails are enough. Any more would be too wasteful."

Just when he was struggling, Qian Hong came to his door again. She was still wearing a gorgeous red dress, looking very charming.

In the blacksmith shop, neither of them spoke first, only the flames in the forge were making noise.

After a long while, Li Qing was the first to speak: "Are we going to start taking action?"

"Yeah." Qian Hong nodded slightly.

"The Grandmaster of the Nine Lotus Sect has not been invited?"

"The old grandmaster's battle in Liangzhou caused his own vitality to be severely damaged, and he is no longer able to fight anymore."

Li Qing was silent for a while, and then said leisurely: "There is no grandmaster in charge, why not wait a little longer?"

The next moment, Qian Hong said something that shocked Li Qing's heart:

"Everyone in this world can't wait that long for dawn."

The people have been suffering for a long time and cannot wait any longer!
"I want to take one last look at you before I leave." After Qian Hong finished speaking, he turned around and left neatly, looking as heroic as ever.

Li Qing closed his eyes slightly as he listened to the footsteps getting further away.

Many pictures appeared in his mind.

It was the appearance of the people all over the world struggling to survive under the rule of the Wu Dynasty. It was the forced smile of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake vendor facing the grassland people, and the man who was forced to separate from his wife and children because of hard labor.

The villagers of Woniugang were forced to leave their homes, and countless people perished under the iron hoofs of grassland horse thieves.

Shengtian, where singing and dancing once flourished, now has many people begging on the streets, living a precarious life.

This world seems like there is no sun.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Li Qing slowly opened his eyes. He knew. He already knew what kind of weapon he should forge.

He wants to forge a dagger, a dagger capable of killing kings!

Upon thinking of this, Li Qing stood up and took out the two pieces of black gold and the piece of meteorite iron from the forge.

boom!
The unparalleled hammer smashed down with anger, and the entire blacksmith shop trembled violently, as if there was an earthquake.

boom! boom! boom!
Accompanied by dull knocking sounds, the three special pieces of metal that had been calcined in the furnace for a long time began to evolve towards the appearance Li Qing expected.

Li Qing's power is very powerful, so powerful that it is rare in the world. There is no other blacksmith in the world who can compare with his power!
The powerful internal energy blasted into three special pieces of metal through the Peerless Hammer.

In this way, one night passed, and this piece of snow-silver meteorite had been beaten into a suitable size.

Li Qing planned to use this piece of meteorite iron as the blade of the dagger, and then smelt it into ink gold to make the handle.

Although there are not many materials, it is still quite enough to refine a dagger.

At the same time, the Wu Dynasty court also began to work on the golden statue of the holy king.

The statue is planned to be smelted from pure gold. It is so luxurious that it will consume a lot of resources.

Countless people finally could not suppress the anger in their hearts, and the momentum of rebellion became stronger and stronger.

However, the cavalry on the grassland was still unstoppable and suppressed the chaos everywhere.

As the time for the Holy Lord's birthday is getting closer, Shengtian has begun to decorate with lanterns and colors, forcibly creating a joyful atmosphere.

But the common people on the street could not see many smiles, and they did not feel any joy at all for this holy king's birthday banquet that was celebrated with heaven.

Finally, after spending a long night, a huge pure gold statue was delivered to Shengtian's palace.

Today is the Holy Lord’s fiftieth birthday.

The entire palace was covered with red carpets, and a festive atmosphere filled every corner.

The extravagance and extravagance in the palace are two extremes from the people living a simple life outside.

Ministers from the Wu Dynasty began to enter the palace one after another, sending various precious gifts.

"Gao Yudong, Minister of the Ministry of Finance, would like to give you a hundred-year-old ginseng plant and wish His Majesty the Holy Lord a long life!"

"Head of the Bantu tribe, I would like to give you a rhinoceros horn and wish His Majesty the Holy Lord longevity and prosperity!"

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On the throne that symbolizes the emperor, the holy king Tuwahar is wearing a luxurious brocade dragon robe. With a bright smile on his face, he looks at the golden statue in front of him that looks the same as him.

"Hahahaha, everyone who loves you is exempt from the courtesy!"

"We won't talk about state affairs today. All of you, my dear friends, can enjoy themselves!"

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In the imperial city covered with red carpets, tables of delicacies were served, and jars of fine wine were served.

They are all dishes that are rarely seen in the outside world. This birthday banquet can be called a wine pond and a forest of meat.

As for Saint Lord Tuvahar, he was sitting on the dragon chair with a smile, one hand always tucked into his sleeve, and he only used the other hand to pick up vegetables and drink.

This is a birthday banquet that will be held from day to night. I don’t know how much manpower and material resources have been spent on such a royal banquet.

Finally, after three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, as the time approached dusk, a roar like thunder rang out.

"Emperor Dog, I'm here to take the head from your neck!"

Above the palace, a thin figure that had been dormant for a long time descended from the sky like an eagle.

The first one to take action was Qi Kang!

Upon hearing such a roar, there was no strange expression on the Holy Lord's face, as if he had expected it.

"Haha, I have known for a long time that you martial arts warriors from the Maple Kingdom will not be content. I have waited for you for a long time, and I am ready to catch them all today."

As soon as the words fell, almost at the same time, more than a dozen burly men with prairie faces rushed out of the hall and surrounded Qi Kang who fell from the sky.

Obviously, Tuvahar has also raised a group of warriors of his own during the few years he has been on the throne!
(End of this chapter)