The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 138: Divine Evil Weapon Refining
Nearly a quarter of an hour passed.

After putting on his clothes and packing his luggage in the room, Uncle Jiu walked out directly with his luggage on his back:

"Don't just stand there, let's go Qiu Sheng!"

After taking a look at the yard, when Uncle Jiu saw that there was no sign of Zhe Gu in the yard, he hurriedly ran away with Qiu Sheng.

After getting a signal from Uncle Jiu and seeing that he had even packed his backpack, Qiu Sheng ran to Song Feng who was drinking tea nearby.

Then, his wheelchair was pushed and rumbled away into the distance.

But in the blink of an eye, Uncle Jiu and the others disappeared from Zhe Gu's yard.

All the way down the mountain.

When Qiu Sheng pushed Song Feng's wheelchair down the mountain to the entrance of the charity cemetery, several people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"Huh..."×2
After heaving a deep sigh of relief, Uncle Jiu straightened his clothes and walked towards the charity cemetery with his hand behind his back.

There is absolutely no problem with the image.

Seeing that Uncle Nine had already cleaned up his appearance and returned to the charity cemetery, Qiu Sheng also carefully pushed Uncle Seven's wheelchair into the charity cemetery:

"Seventh Uncle, we are finally back!"

Although he was indeed very comfortable in Zhegu's yard and did not feel depressed at all.

But that's not home.

There's no place like home.

This charity cemetery is where Qiu Sheng and Wencai spent the longest time!
Go into the courtyard.

At this moment, the whole yard seemed very quiet.

The backyard has been expanded a lot and is now completely connected to the huge charity cemetery built in the valley.

The entire charity cemetery has changed a lot.

There are mountains, water, pavilions and places to rest. It is much larger than the large houses in the town.

Seeing that the people in the town had already tidied up the charity cemetery a few days after they left, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction:
"The Yizhuang has finally completed its transformation from top to bottom. I'm afraid there is no better courtyard than this within hundreds of miles!"

Originally, only people from Renjia Town helped to build Yizhuang. Later, when the three elders from the four towns heard the news, they all sent people to help.

It can be said that this charity cemetery was built quite beautifully.

Although it is not as luxurious as the houses of the wealthy families in the town with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes, this environment combined with nature is more suitable for their practice.

Go inside.

All I saw was Wencai lying on a rocking chair in the pavilion by the lake, taking a nap.

It looks so comfortable!
Seeing this, Qiu Sheng jumped forward to the side of Wencai, then picked up a fluffy dogtail grass and gently scratched the tip of Wencai's nose:

"Hey Hey……"

Wencai, who was half asleep just now, felt the itchy sensation on his nose and couldn't help but sneeze:

“Aaaaah… Achoo!!”

For a moment, Wencai was awakened by the sneeze.

Wencai suddenly woke up and was confused:
"……what?"

However, when he vaguely saw Qiu Sheng beside him, he couldn't help but get excited:

"Okay, Qiu Sheng, I was wondering why I sneezed today, it turns out it was all your fault!"

"...Qiu Sheng, I will fight you!!"

When he said this, Wencai suddenly rushed towards Qiu Sheng, looking like he wanted to fight with him.

Seeing Wencai rushing towards him, Qiu Sheng quickly turned around and ran towards the valley in the distance:
"Come on, come on, catch me if you can!"

For a moment, the two of them started playing happily in the courtyard, which seemed quite childish.

I took a look at the charity cemetery, which had changed a lot.

Then, Song Feng gently pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the charity cemetery.

Going away into the distance.

When he arrived in the town, he walked to the door of the rouge shop in the backyard with ease.

Looking inside, I saw Qiu Sheng's aunt washing clothes in the backyard.

Looks busy and fulfilling.

Seeing this scene, Song Feng laughed softly, then knocked on the wheelchair and said with a smile:
"Xiao Cui, I'm back..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, the aunt who was busy drying clothes also saw the seventh uncle coming to the door.

Then, she quickly hung the clothes on the clothesline, then came behind Song Feng and gently pushed his wheelchair into the house:
"Seventh Uncle, you're back so soon? I didn't expect you still remembered me here. I'm so touched~"

After hearing Xiao Cui's sarcastic words, Song Feng smiled and then said softly:
"You've been away for two days and missed our Xiao Cui's cooking skills. How about we prepare two dishes for you today?"

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Xiao Cui, who had just been stern and speaking in a sarcastic tone, smiled:
"You are the only one who knows how to coax people..."

When she said this, she pushed Song Feng's wheelchair to the table in the shade, and then replaced the pot with a new tea:
"Please wait for a moment, old man. I'll go outside and prepare some snacks!"

Looking at Xiao Cui's leaving figure, Song Feng smiled gently, and then took the teapot and poured himself a drink.

It's nice to have someone care.

After a while, Xiao Cui put the prepared wine and food on the table.

She even took out a jar of rice wine that had been sealed for more than ten years from the wine cellar in the backyard:

"Come, I'll fill it up for you!"

When she said this, Xiao Cui poured out the wine in the jar, and then poured a glass for her seventh uncle and herself.

"Hiss... good wine!"

Gently sniffing the aroma of the wine, Song Feng couldn't help but sigh:
“I knew it was good wine just by smelling it!”

Watching Uncle Seven tasting the wine gently, Xiao Cui smiled with satisfaction, and then said proudly:
"This is the good wine I made from the wild fruits I picked from the back mountain and the herbs you left behind."

"This has been sealed for ten years. I haven't been willing to drink it for such a long time. Now that you are here, let's open it and try it..."

The two of them ate the side dishes on the table, drank the wine in the jug, and chatted freely.

He talked from the time when Xiao Cui was a child all the way to the glorious days of the Song Dynasty, which felt like a typical drunken boast.

But no matter what Song Feng said, Qiu Sheng's aunt Xiao Cui always held her face with her hands and looked at Song Feng, and there even seemed to be stars in her eyes.

Seeing Xiao Cui's shining eyes, Song Feng smiled and finished the last glass of rice wine, then said softly:
"Okay, we've had our fill of wine and food, and we've been busy all afternoon. It's time to get down to business." When he said this, he paused for a moment, then turned to Xiao Cui and said:
"I remember that I kept some scrap metal at your place. Do you remember where you put it?"

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Xiao Cui quickly cleared the dishes on the table, then nodded and said:
"Remember, remember. I remember everything you told me to do. Wait, I'll get it to you right away."

Having said this, she quickly cleaned the table and walked towards the bedroom.

Keep going.

When she came to the bed, she gently knocked on a mechanism under the bed:
"Crack!"

Then, she walked in the direction of the bed to the dark room in the basement, took out a box as big as a human head, closed the mechanism and walked out:
"Seventh Uncle, everything is here."

Looking at the wooden box, Song Feng smiled and nodded, then opened the box and looked at the things inside.

Take a closer look.

Inside the box, there were only three black iron blocks the size of a baby's fist.

This block of iron is pitch black and heavier than ordinary pig iron. It gives a vague feeling of being unable to see the light in the daytime.

Even when observed under sunlight, it still does not reflect any light, but instead remains pitch black.

It's as if all the light is absorbed.

Seeing the three pieces of black iron, Song Feng took out one of them and then pushed the box back:

"Originally, I thought this piece of black iron from outer space might be useless if left here, but I never thought it would come in handy one day."

He closed the box and put it aside. Then, Xiao Cui served him tea and sat beside him:
"Seventh Uncle, do you need me to light the stove?"

After hearing what Xiao Cui said, Song Feng nodded, and then put the baby fist-sized black iron in his hand into Xiao Cui's hand:
"Then let's heat up the furnace first. When the black iron is heated tonight, I will think of a solution then..."

After hearing this, Xiao Cui nodded, then came to a furnace at an angle and put the black iron in.

Then they added carbon and started to blow the bellows to make the temperature inside the furnace higher and hotter.

Until midnight.

The temperature in the furnace, which had burned who knows how much carbon, was already very high.

But what is surprising is.

Apart from becoming even darker, the piece of black iron did not show any signs of turning red or melting.

But at this time, Song Feng nodded, and then asked Xiao Cui to stay away:
"It's almost time, Xiao Cui, take it out and put it there, then stay away from it..."

After hearing this, Xiao Cui executed the task perfectly. She took out a pair of pliers, clamped the black iron out, and then stepped back several steps.

Seeing the extremely hot black iron, Song Feng coughed a few times, and then exhaled the colorful air:
"Cough cough cough..."

The next moment, a stream of colorful air was suddenly spewed out of his mouth and then came above the black iron.

Then, the colorful light seemed to have intelligence and began to rapidly rotate around the black iron:

"squeak squeak..."

The sound of steel rubbing against each other was so loud that it made one's scalp tingle and one's whole body tremble.

It was as if the colorful light was wearing away the piece of black iron.

A quarter of an hour passed.

When the ball of colorful light stopped moving, one could see that the dark, ugly black iron had been polished into a round shape.

"……Come!"

A gentle wave of the hand.

Immediately afterwards, one could see the colorful light rolling up the small piece of black iron and putting it into Song Feng's hands.

The colorful rays of light, which had been partially consumed, quickly merged into Song Feng's body.

"Cough cough cough..."

After coughing lightly a few times and using his magic power to slightly adjust the aura of his five internal organs to stabilize the aura of his entire body, Song Feng turned his gaze to the thing in his hand.

Looking closely, one can see that the originally not-so-round black iron looks as if it has been hammered.

This thing is about three inches long.

It looks like a willow leaf.

There are sharp edges on the front and back, and there is no handle to hold it. Even the willow leaves seem to be sharpened on all sides.

It is impossible to hold a sharpened scalpel with your hands. You can only pinch it in the middle with your fingers to avoid being cut by it.

Moreover, although this pitch-black scimitar is not as thin as a cicada's wing, it is still very thin and light.

Pinch it between two fingers, and you can vaguely feel a slight coolness and sharpness.

"With this thing, it will be a little more convenient from now on. If I'm not careful, those old friends might suffer a small loss..."

When he said this, colorful light suddenly appeared from his hand, and then wrapped around the dark willow leaf and began to spin in his hand.

Faintly, the extremely sharp willow leaf actually drew a few cold rays in the air:
"Swipe!"

Seeing this scene, Song Feng's mind moved, and then he looked at the wall in the distance:

"Swipe!"

A light cracking sound was heard.

When the willow-leaf flying knife returned to Song Feng's hand again, many scratches appeared on the wall ten steps away.

The deepest one is about an inch deep.

Seeing this performance, Song Feng nodded with satisfaction, and then put the sharp willow leaf flying knife into his sleeve.

"With the power of the Five Elements Divine Demons Temple Transmigration Method, this scimitar is no less powerful than the legendary flying sword."

"With the help of this magic that uses the five internal organs as the foundation, even if my Taoism is not restored to its peak, I will still have the capital to dominate the world."

"In today's era, the only people who can safely accept my great method are probably those few old fellows. This magic is really cultivated correctly..."

Looking at the scratches on the wall, Xiao Cui walked over and gently stroked it with a look of heartache. At the end, she rolled her eyes at Song Feng:
"Okay, you can try it if you want, but why are you making a scene in your own home?"

"I spent a lot of money to build this wall with blue bricks. It is strong, reliable and beautiful."

"You made so many scratches on him. Look how ugly he is. You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are if you don't manage the household!"

Looking at the scratches on the wall, and then at Xiao Cui who was staring at him, Song Feng smiled a little guilty and said:
“Hahahaha…I just suddenly saw that the flying knife was trained and wanted to give it a try. I didn’t really think too much about it…”

(End of this chapter)