Chapter 74: The plasticity of spiritual weapons is so sharp that it is unstoppable! Liang Qu soaked in the bathtub. Awei climbed along his shoulder to the edge of the bathtub with his centipede hanging down. The two-finger-wide wall of the tub just fit the width of his body, and the two were stuck together like a slot. What was in the bathtub was not healing medicine, but a medicinal bath for use with Ape Fist. The injuries from today's battle with the mountain ghost were almost healed after taking the flesh-replenishing pill. Although he had bruises from the sparring with Senior Brother Hu, they were not serious and did not require special treatment. The medicinal power seeps into the body through the pores, strengthening the body bit by bit. When the brown liquid turned light yellow, Liang Qu stood up, wiped himself dry, put on a pair of pants and started practicing Monkey Boxing. The exhausted blood and energy were replenished again, and the length and width increased slightly. The effect was indeed extraordinary. After the activity, Liang Qu washed off the sweat with water, returned to the room, and fell into a deep sleep on the bed. Too many things happened in one day, I was really exhausted.
Early the next morning. Liang Qu asked Chen Jiechang to run an errand and ask for leave from the academy for him, and then he practiced with Hu Qi in the martial arts field. The apprentices sat around and watched. They cheered when they saw Liang Qu make a brilliant counterattack, and booed when they saw him being knocked down again. Liang Qu was accepted as Yang's direct disciple. Many apprentices were dissatisfied at first, thinking that that person should be themselves, and not a peasant from Yixing City. But now, more than half a month has passed. No matter how dissatisfied we are, we have to accept the reality and slowly get used to it. The atmosphere between the two sides has become relaxed. Many smart people wanted to invite Liang Qu to dinner and build a good relationship with him, but unfortunately after Liang Qu became their disciple, he appeared less and less in the martial arts hall, and they never found an opportunity. Several of the apprentices shouted "Mian Zai". They joined later and were amazed after hearing Liang Qu's story. They worshipped her as an "idol". "Looking forward" to encountering unfair treatment one day, and being favored by a master after killing everyone. This is normal. Most of those who can come to learn martial arts are supported by their parents. They are young people of fourteen or fifteen years old, full of enthusiasm and have no idea how much resentment and grief are buried beneath their vision. "Hoo, drink." Liang Qu was once again repelled by Hu Qi. His skin turned red, he was gasping for breath, and the blood in his body was once again exhausted. There was one round this morning, and now it’s the second round. Compared to last night when he collapsed at the first sign of trouble, he is now able to execute two or three moves without losing his strength, which is a huge improvement. Hu Qi was also surprised. Talent in cultivation does not mean talent in fighting. There are many people who have qualities but cannot show them. His skills would improve rapidly during normal training, but when it came to actual combat his legs would start to tremble. Liang Qu has good fighting talent, makes rapid progress, and has a brave fighting style. He absorbs experience quickly like a cotton towel and shows new skills every time. He is a smart man. Seeing Liang Qu standing up to continue, Hu Qi tapped the ground with his short stick and shook his head: "Let's stop here for now. It's already 15:00. Eat first. After eating, you should go to Brother Lu's place. When you come back, we can practice again and restore your Qi and blood." Liang Qu turned around to look at the copper kettle dripping water, and it had indeed risen to the noon position.
The apprentices dispersed in twos and threes. After being tired for half a day, Liang Qu's appetite was worked up. He followed Brother Hu and started eating. He finished four bowls of rice and a lot of beef by himself, feeling warm all over. After eating, he said goodbye to Hu Qi and hurried to Senior Brother Lu's residence. After waiting for half a month, the spiritual weapon was finally about to appear in the world. Liang Qu was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. The blacksmith shop was still quiet. Lu Gang did not stand in front of the big red furnace. Instead, he turned around and carved something on a mahogany table. When I looked closer, I saw it was a thin piece of gray-brown leather. Senior Brother Lu used an ink pen to draw mysterious patterns on it. Liang Qu stood quietly by the side, controlling his breathing and not disturbing him. As the last stroke was completed, the entire leather glowed silver, and then the lines disappeared. Lu Gang wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained, "This is the skin of a bat shadow, which is between illusion and existence. It can sneak into the shadows and absorb blood. The shape of your spear will depend on it." Liang Qu didn't understand why shaping required a piece of leather, but he just nodded without saying anything. This experience will be a valuable asset, so just watch more and talk less. When Lu Gang picked up the animal skin, he realized that the texture of the skin was very strange, half hidden and half visible, as if it was unreal. It's amazing. In the big red furnace, the Red Fire Mourning Feather has been activated, and a steady stream of golden energy is pouring into the red soft metal at the top, with faint red threads overflowing. This should be what Senior Brother Lu said, that tungsten metal is in balance and will only absorb life energy while excluding fire energy. At this time, the golden energy has weakened a lot, and the entire forging process has reached the end of the second stage. The first stage is to soften the tungsten gold, which is then hammered thousands of times to remove the dross and increase its toughness. The second stage is to stimulate the energy within the mourning feather and allow it to be absorbed by the tungsten gold. Just as the golden flame was about to fade away, Lu Gang handed over a dagger and a bowl. "Blood! Half a bowl!" Liang Qu said nothing, picked up the dagger and cut his palm, blood gushing out. It hurts! Liang Qu grinned and cut himself with a knife. It was most painful when he was mentally prepared. Half a bowl of blood soon accumulated in the bowl. Lu Gang put his hand into the water tank beside him, took the bowl of blood, put something in it, and then sprinkled a handful of silver powder into the furnace. With a loud bang, the temperature in the entire furnace rose sharply, and Liang Qu was forced to take a step back. Lu Gang reached his hand into the red furnace and poured blood on the softened metal. The blood collided with the hot metal, causing a violent blood mist to erupt. A shadow of a large red bird suddenly flew out from the tungsten metal, as if it wanted to fight against the blood, but its remaining spirituality was like a tree without roots, unable to last at all, and disappeared in just a moment. The blood flowed onto the almost liquefied metal. It did not evaporate, nor did it dry into pieces. It just seeped quietly into the metal, just like pouring half a bowl of blood onto cotton.
A faint sense of resonance arose in Liang Qu's heart. Is this plasticity? It really felt like another body was extending beyond me, Liang Qu thought. When Lu Gang withdrew his hand, he swung the shadow beast skin away. The whole skin automatically wrapped around the metal like a vampire bat. The skin shone brightly with silver light, and the whole thin skin kept shrinking, gathering, and stretching. He actually pulled a piece of metal into the shape of a gun tip! The twelve-inch gun head, like half a sharp sword, was pulled out without any hindrance, followed by the part wrapping the gun barrel behind the gun head, and the iron core extending from the middle! Lu Gang reached out and grabbed the long box placed on the table beside him. When he opened it, there were three wooden poles soaked in unknown oil, two black and one white. He took out the white one and inserted it into the stove! The unknown oil ignited instantly and burned along the head to the entire wooden pole. Lu Gang seemed to have no sense of pain. He aimed the wooden pole into the iron core and inserted it without any sense of stagnation. After installing the entire long wooden pole, Lu Gang installed the gun handle at the end. The shadow beast skin that originally only wrapped the gun head squirmed to wrap the gun barrel as well, extinguishing the oil fire as it climbed, and remained motionless after wrapping it. About a quarter of an hour later, the shadow beast skin that had not moved began to move again. It withdrew from the part that wrapped the gun head and only wrapped the gun shaft. The remaining part completely hardened into a layer of shiny gray film. Lu Gang breathed a sigh of relief, took the spear out of the furnace and handed it to Liang Qu. "All right." Liang Qu: “???” (End of this chapter)