Chapter 28 Sword Test

The next morning, Er Gouzi went to Huichuntang.

Sima Yi took out 5 porcelain bottles without saying anything, all of which were Peiyuan Guben Pills, a total of 49 pills.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"It's just a small matter, you're welcome."

Sima Yi didn't take it seriously.

"But you can send more of your Dali Pills."

"If you have other precious medicinal materials that are inconvenient to sell, you can also sell them to me. I can find a market for them."

Er Gouzi wrapped the porcelain bottle and put it in his arms, his stomach was as full as if he was pregnant for ten months.

"Okay, but I don't have any precious medicinal materials for the time being."

"There are still some Dali Pills. I will send them to you later, or I will replace them with Peiyuan Guben Pills."

After leaving Huichuntang, he went to the sword shop again.

He can now use a 100-jin sword. The original sword was tied with iron sheets, just like a fire stick.

This time he planned to forge a heavy sword again.

In the sword shop, the same little fat man was still in charge of reception.

"Hello, sir. What kind of weapon do you want this time?"

This was the third time Er Gouzi had visited this sword shop. He was recognized by the little fat man as soon as he entered the shop.

"I want to make a 120-jin heavy sword."

"No problem. What material do you need?"

"In addition to ordinary steel and iron, we also have a kind of hundred-refined copper essence. Just add a little to the weapon to greatly improve the performance..."

The little fat man began to introduce various materials for making weapons to Er Gouzi.

"What is hundred-refined copper essence?"

Er Gouzi heard the little fat man talk about this material in a magical way, and asked him curiously.

"The material of hundred-refined copper essence is that the immortal master uses some special means to repeatedly hammer 100 jin of copper, and only one jin is left in the end.

This material is made by the immortal master, and it carries the spirit of immortality. What do you think?"

After listening to the little fat man's explanation, even Er Gouzi was yearning.

According to legend, the immortal master has great magical powers, can fly, call the wind and rain, and can do anything.

I heard that the county magistrate is an immortal master with great magical powers.

Er Gouzi has lived for more than ten years, and among the people he has seen, only his master Li Banxian is said to be an immortal.

Next time, ask Sima Yi about which immortal masters there are in the county.

Since this hundred-refined copper essence comes from the hands of the immortal master, if it is not too expensive, he would also like to buy some to get a taste of the immortal spirit.

However, after asking about the price, he gave up.

One catty of hundred-refined copper essence costs 200 taels of silver, so he might as well buy 20 pills of Peiyuan Guben Pills.

In the end, he decided to just make an ordinary iron sword for use.

Anyway, his sword is big and heavy enough, and it can kill people by smashing, so it doesn't seem to matter whether it is sharp or not.

An ordinary iron sword weighs 120 catties and costs 100 taels of silver. It takes half a day to make it.

Er Gouzi has nothing to do anyway, so he stays in the store to watch them forging iron.

This shop is run by three generations of grandparents and grandchildren. An old man holds the red-hot iron block with tongs, and the middle-aged man hits it continuously with a sledgehammer.

Xiaopang, who is about the same age as Ergouzi, pulls the bellows with all his strength.

The old man occasionally instructs his son and grandson. Seeing the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren enjoying themselves together, Ergouzi is a little envious.

Around noon, a 120-jin heavy sword has been made.

The sword is black all over, three feet six inches long and three inches and two centimeters wide.

Ergouzi took it in his hand and tried it. It was a little heavy, but the strength will increase after a while, and it will be about the same by then.

"Sir, are you satisfied with this sword?"

Seeing Ergouzi holding the sword of more than 100 kilograms in his hand as light as nothing, he couldn't help but secretly smack his lips.

"Satisfied, very good!"

Ergouzi paid 100 taels of silver and walked out of the sword shop with the sword.

He bought 10 big meat buns at the bun shop, ate them while walking, and then went out of the city towards Sanchazi Town.

Today, he successfully bought Peiyuan Guben Pills and forged a heavy sword.

When he returns, he only needs to take the pills and practice on time. It won’t be long before he breaks through to the third level of the technique, and he will probably be able to practice that difficult sword technique.

Then he can take the exam for a martial arts scholar.

The exam for a martial arts scholar only requires four items.

The first is to be able to understand the text and words, which is not a high requirement. As long as you can recognize a few words and are not blind, it will be fine.

The second is to lift a 500-jin boulder and walk around the examination room. This may be difficult for others, but it is not difficult for him. Even if he lifts a thousand jin, he can try to challenge it.

The third item is martial arts. No matter the eighteen kinds of weapons, you have to know one. Er Gouzi’s sword technique has not been practiced yet, and he has been stuck here.

The fourth assessment is actual combat. An examiner with profound martial arts skills will fight with different candidates. As long as they can hold on for ten moves under the examiner, they can get full marks.

Er Gouzi is not very confident about this fourth assessment.

He has accumulated a lot of experience in being beaten, and even has unique insights in some aspects.

For example, when being beaten, he holds his head with both hands, squats down, and bends his knees to protect his chest and abdomen. This posture is the most resistant to beatings.

But fighting face to face with others...

Except for the two encounters with the black shadow, he has never fought with anyone because of life and death.

Er Gouzi holds the heavy sword and wonders in his heart, does being beaten count as actual combat?

"Dang! Dang! Dang..."

A group of burly men rushed out from both ends of the mountain road, blocking Er Gouzi's way.

"I opened this road, I planted this tree..."

A man with a pig kidney face finished reading a line seriously, and then chopped the butcher knife in his hand fiercely on a tree on the side of the road.

The scarred tree suffered the damage it shouldn't have suffered, and another scar was added to its body.

Er Gouzi didn't speed up to escape today, but carried his door-panel sword and waited for King Zhao to finish reading.

"Boy, why don't you break through today?"

"I want you to try my sword."

Er Gouzi was still thinking that he had never fought with anyone before, and now King Zhao came to his door, just right to fight and hone his combat experience.

However, he looked around and had already thought of a way to escape.

Swords have no eyes, so many people rushed up, it is very likely that he would poke several holes in his body. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of one, and you have to escape when you should.

"Oh! It seems you are not convinced!"

King Zhao felt that his status in the martial arts world was challenged, and immediately pulled out the butcher knife from the tree.

"No one of you is allowed to make a move, I will fight him for 300 rounds today!"

This guy is really good at becoming the boss. With a butcher knife, he stabbed Er Gouzi repeatedly, each knife faster and more fierce than the last.

Fortunately, after Er Gouzi practiced that nameless skill, his mind became clearer and his reaction became more agile, otherwise he would have been stabbed 18 times.

Due to his lack of experience, he was forced to be in a hurry at first, but gradually, he was able to adapt to King Zhao's rhythm.

Finally, he got a chance and swept across with a sword.

"Bang!"

The butcher knife in King Zhao's hand broke into several sections, making a crisp sound of "ding li dang lang", and a door-board sword was already on his neck.

"This one doesn't count. My knife is broken."

With so many younger brothers watching, King Zhao refused to give in easily. He still held his neck and refused to admit defeat. His face was more important than his life.

"Come again with another knife!"

The other party was willing to fight again, and Er Gouzi was naturally happy. He just needed someone to practice with.

King Zhao bandaged the crack on his palm, took a thick-backed broadsword weighing seven or eight pounds from his younger brother, held the knife with both hands, and chopped at Er Gouzi.

"Bang bang bang..."

This time Er Gouzi was already at ease, and he deliberately reduced his strength, but after a few rounds, King Zhao's knife was still cut off.

At this time, King Zhao was already panting, and his arms couldn't stop shaking because of excessive force.

"Do you want to fight again?"

"I'm hungry, I'm going home to eat, and I'll fight you 300 rounds tomorrow."

King Zhao found a barely acceptable step for himself, said hello, and left with a group of younger brothers.

Er Gouzi felt a little unsatisfied when he saw the bandit leaving.

He had just found a trick, but no one was playing with him.

He could only walk back with his sword...

On the other side, just after Er Gouzi walked out of the sword shop, the shop had already put down the door and stopped business.

The three blacksmiths, grandparents and grandchildren, were surrounded by a pile of silver, with burning light in their eyes.

"Hundred-refined silver essence!"

"Yes, it is definitely hundred-refined silver essence."

"So this is the legendary hundred-refined silver, it looks no different from ordinary silver?"

It was another huge windfall. The 100 taels of silver given by the guest just now turned out to be hundred-refined silver essence.

The value is at least 10 times that of the same amount of silver.

"Dad, grandpa, this man just left not far away, should we..."

The little fat man was tempted by the money and had already thought of robbing him.

"Shut up!"

But the little fat man was stopped by his grandfather before he said half of his words.

"Do you know that our family has been able to work here peacefully for eight generations, just by sticking to one duty."

"How many of those customers who buy knives and swords are good people?"

"You think they are easy to bully just because they don't know the Hundred Refined Silver Essence? Maybe they are the disciples of some otherworldly master."

"Didn't you see that they are holding a hundred-jin heavy sword in their hands, which is easier than holding a fire stick for you."

"I warn you, you are not allowed to go anywhere today. If you dare to go out, I will break your legs, so as not to bring disaster to the family."

Being scolded by his grandfather and father together, the fat boy had to give in.

But young people are always fearless and don't know how high the sky is.

They always think that they have the sky above their heads and the ground under their feet, and they can control everything. They have a mysterious confidence in themselves.

In his heart, he has already noticed this customer who is about the same age as himself.

"You are not young anymore. From tomorrow, I will teach you the weapon forging method. Take this book "Hundred Weapons" and read it first."

In order to calm the young man's heart, the old man took out an ancient leather book from under the cabinet and gave it to the young man to learn.

"This is our family heirloom. Keep it carefully and don't lose it."

The young man took the leather ancient book, flipped it a few times, and stuffed it into his arms...

Er Gouzi naturally didn't know that the copper coins and silver he took out would cause such a big problem.

He didn't expect that the hundred-refined copper essence that he felt too expensive to buy was the few copper coins he spent in the sword shop last time.

Fortunately, he was stingy and almost became a sucker.

It's not his fault. These copper coins and silver look exactly the same, there is no difference.

Only after practicing to the Qi Sensing Realm, and carefully sensing it in your hand, can you sense that the spiritual energy inside is richer.

He had been using it this way before, and no one noticed any problems.

At this time, he had returned to Shekou Mountain and found that everything was normal and no outsiders had come, so he was relieved.

The road to Shekou Mountain had been blocked by him, but some masters who knew martial arts could still climb up.

He was thinking that if he had time in the future, he would flatten all the protruding stones on the cliff.

In slightly flat places, thorns should be planted.

See who can come up in the future.

However, it is still important to practice now.

He put all the Peiyuan Guben Pills he bought into the yellow gourd, and waited until three days later before taking the pills out to take.

After the spiritual energy was enhanced by the yellow gourd, the efficacy of Peiyuan Guben Pills increased greatly.

After a pill was refined, a wisp of true qi would be added to the Ren and Du meridians, which was equivalent to his usual practice of ten days.

In the following time, he took one Peiyuan Guben Pill every day, and his cultivation progressed very quickly.

Occasionally, he would sneak down the mountain and go to the official road to fight with King Zhao.

But King Zhao couldn't stand losing. He had only lost ten times. He had been wandering around the official road for a long time recently, but King Zhao hid in the mountains and refused to show up.

This made Er Gouzi feel very disappointed.

As for the swordsmanship taught by the master, there was not much progress.

This martial art is really unfathomable and too difficult!