A cat that lingers beside a saint

Su Bai didn't know whether Li Jing was dead or alive.

But Su Bai knew that Nezha would definitely not let the opportunity pass him by.

As the saying goes, you can run away from the first day of the month, but you can't run away from the fifteenth.

However, after this incident, Li Jing will probably never easily give up his exquisite pagoda again.

Upon hearing Su Bai's words, a hint of disappointment flashed in Wan Ling's eyes.

He looked like someone who was just watching a melon, but suddenly there was no more melon to eat.

"What a pity, what a real pity."

"If it were me, I would definitely want to see whether the fire in his exquisite pagoda is more ferocious or my true sun fire is more ferocious."

The golden crow flew to the top of the Fusang tree branch, and with a slight flap of its wings, the true fire of the sun shot into the sky.

"If I have the chance, I would also like to go out and see the world."

……

In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest glanced at the three little ones outside the wall.

Although she was still somewhat angry at Su Bai's lack of ambition,

But thinking about it carefully, it seems like it's not so bad.

At the very least, he won't be restricted in any way, nor will any burdens weigh on his shoulders.

Sometimes, not knowing anything isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Knowing too much can actually be a burden.

It's nice to be relaxed, happy, and free like this.

Outside the courtyard, birds sing and flowers bloom, creating a harmonious scene.

Inside the courtyard, an old Taoist priest was leisurely fanning himself in a rocking chair.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the peace and tranquility.

Following the direction from which the sound came, a person, a bird, and a cat instinctively looked towards the thatched hut next door.

A plume of thick smoke rose slowly.

Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist priest was heard roaring in the courtyard, "You little bastard, how many times has this happened? Move out, move out right now!"

From the thatched hut next door came Yu Qiushui's embarrassed voice: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't control myself for a moment. I won't do it again next time."

Su Bai and the others quickly arrived outside the thatched hut, only to find the courtyard in a mess. Yu Qiushui was covered in wounds, and the magic weapon he had just made was broken.

Before Su Bai could speak, Wan Ling quickly stepped forward and skillfully took out a strip of cloth from her small pocket at her waist to bandage Yu Qiushui and stop the bleeding.

As for the Golden Crow, it goes without saying that with a slight flap of its wings, all the clutter in the courtyard was instantly swept away.

This scene seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times, and the person and bird in front of them seemed to have long been accustomed to it.

Su Bai stepped into the courtyard, tiptoeing carefully to avoid the broken magical artifacts, and approached Yu Qiushui, unable to resist asking, "What are you doing?"

"Are you thinking my house is too small and you're planning to demolish it and rebuild?"

Yu Qiushui laughed awkwardly, "I recently researched a new self-destructing magic weapon."

"However, some materials are difficult to refine. If a magical artifact is made by forcibly refining it, it will explode instantly if even a trace of magic power is injected into it."

As they were talking, the Golden Crow rolled its eyes and said, "I told you long ago, my Solar True Fire can refine anything. If you had just asked me, why wouldn't I have helped you?"

Upon hearing Jinwu's words, Yu Qiushui couldn't help but glance at him.

Refining?

What you call refining?

You burned everything to ashes, and you call that refining?

Yu Qiushui ignored him and turned to Su Bai to continue, "I wanted to ask the master for advice, but he seems to have a prejudice against me. He won't say a word to me unless I'm cleaning."

"Senior Sister Wanling isn't very skilled in cultivation, and Senior Brother Jinwu... never mind, let's not talk about it."

"I would like to ask Senior Brother Cat to help me figure out how to make this magic weapon stable, so that it can explode after being thrown out, and won't self-destruct immediately after a little magic power is injected."

Refining weapons.

Su Bai took the broken half of the magic weapon from his hand, examined it for a long time, and finally shook his head, saying, "I remember you have all sorts of methods for refining weapons in your head, don't you?"

"With all this, do you still need to ask me?"

Yu Qiushui sighed softly, sat cross-legged on the ground, shook her head and said, "These weapon-refining methods in my mind are certainly good, but none of them are what I want."

"None of the magical artifacts crafted using these methods can self-destruct."

"Take this Heaven-Turning Seal for example."

"Although I could make a copy, I don't think it would be very useful. What's so great about using it for sneak attacks or hitting someone on the back of the head?"

"Even if I have a brick, I can still sneak up on someone and smash it on the back of their head."

"But if we make this Heavenly Seal self-destructible and it doesn't require many high-quality materials, we can not only save costs, but also mass-produce it."

"When it's thrown out, people think it's meant to hit people. It explodes the instant before it even touches them, followed by hundreds of exploding versions of the Heaven-Turning Seal. I don't believe anyone can stop it."

Upon hearing this, Su Bai's eyes lit up.

This guy is an explosive genius!

Not only could he make counterfeits, he also planned to refine these counterfeits into self-destructible versions.

If there are enough of them, then what's the point of smashing the towering stone pillar?

However, its power is still a bit small. But with Yu Qiushui's ability, now that he has figured it out, the quantity is not a problem.

The only problem at present is how to control the stability of the magic weapon.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Bai jumped onto the wall and looked at the old Taoist lying in the courtyard.

"Master, do you have any ideas?"

"There's nothing I can do," the old Taoist replied bluntly.

He could offer some pointers on formations, but when it came to magical artifacts, he wasn't really an expert.

But upon closer reflection, the little guy's talent reminded him of someone.

This person was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect in those days.

It's quite interesting that during the great war of the gods, this was the only person who remained uninvolved. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a truly blessed immortal.

Moreover, at the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods war, this person even thought of helping Emperor Xin get rid of Daji.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

Otherwise, it would be hard to say what the outcome of this great war of gods would have been.

Just then, Wanling suddenly spoke up: "I saw someone in Her Majesty's palace who has absolute skill in weapon crafting."

"only……"

As she spoke, Wanling hesitated and looked towards the other side of the wall.

She was worried that the old Taoist priest would be angry.

In fact, the old Taoist priest would not get angry over such a thing unless Su Bai betrayed him.

Su Bai naturally didn't care about these things. He jumped down from the wall, came to Wan Ling's feet, climbed up her clothes and onto her shoulder, and asked, "Junior Sister, do you know?"

Wanling nodded and whispered, "This person is Yun Zhongzi, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect back then."

"This person is a master of weapon crafting, possessing countless magical treasures, and has absolute authority in the field of weapon crafting."

"Where does he live?" Su Bai continued to ask.

"I think he lived in Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain before."