In the corner, Ning Que was awakened by the thunder-like sound of the hammer, and then he was knocked out again by the violent sound of the hammer. In the dream-like world, he vaguely heard vague sounds of thunder and rain, and soft laughter.
After a long time, he woke up rubbing his eyes and found that he was still leaning against the wall of the smithy. The fire in the stove not far away was suppressed by the mud, and the room was no longer hot. There was no one in the room.
Rubbing his sore shoulders, he stood up by holding the wall and walked to the window. He was slightly surprised to find a box made of paulownia wood on the table. He remembered that there was no such thing on the table yesterday.
The paulownia wood box was rectangular, about the length of an arm. Opening the box, he could see six or seven strangely shaped metal objects lying quietly at the bottom of the box. The surface of these metal objects was dark, and if he looked carefully, he would find that there were countless fine seams on the seemingly uniform surface, which were actually made of countless extremely fine metal wires. Looking at them with the naked eye, he could feel the great tenacity hidden in them.
Ning Que's fingers slowly stroked the surface of the dark objects in the box, feeling the rough touch from his fingertips and the inexplicable toughness. He could not help but slightly raise his eyebrows.
The shape of these dark metal objects was very strange, and he did not know their specific use, especially the metal piece about the size of three fingers in the top small compartment of the box, which was not heavy enough even to smash people. Moreover, there was a tiny silver tray inlaid on the metal piece, in which there was a bright diamond with only the top tip exposed. It did not look like a weapon at all, but more like …
"Isn't this a wedding ring?"
Ning Que murmured to himself, but his bright eyes were full of joy. He had already figured out what the dark metal parts in the box were used for. Relying on his absolute familiarity with bows and arrows and his dexterous hands, he began to assemble them without anyone's guidance.
The slight sound of metal wedge buckling could be heard continuously. After a very short time, a dark metal bow appeared in his hand. Then he tightly grasped the bow made of countless fine metal wires in his left hand, and with his right hand, he took out the special double-twisted eight-strand string from the box and began to string it.
The dark longbow was gently placed on the table, and then his eyes fell on the dark quiver beside the box. He took a deep breath and slowly pulled out an arrow from the quiver.
This was a long arrow made of alloy, and the shaft was designed to be extremely slender. Although it was made of hollow tubes, it was still extremely heavy in his hand.
Ning Que forcibly suppressed his excitement, and held the long metal arrow with both hands. His left hand slowly moved from the end of the arrow to the arrowhead, and carefully felt the subtle touch on the surface of the shaft.
He felt it very carefully, and felt the unbreakable toughness of the shaft itself. He also looked very carefully, and with the morning light shining through the window, he saw the fine lines on the shaft that looked like scales. He did not know how many times it took to forge the arrow, how many tens of thousands of layers it was pounded together, and how many layers it was layered on top of each other.
At the center of the arrow shaft's own scale-like fine lines, there were even more clear and deep lines, combining together in an extremely calm manner. Only, at the very bottom was an expanse of emptiness, always giving one a type of feeling that there was a line missing here. If this emptiness could be filled up, these lines would immediately become lively and lively.
Ning Que walked out of the iron-forging room with the heavy bow and arrow in his hand. Facing the beautiful morning light from the east of the cliff plateau, he took a deep breath and became more refreshed.
A faint snoring sound came from the grass between the house and the Mirror Lake. He looked around and found Senior Brothers lying under the tree by the lake, with a few wine pots scattered around them. Chen Pipi slept the most, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth from time to time. Seventh Sister leaned against the ancient tree with her eyes closed, with a wine pot hooked in her little finger, shaking it up and down from time to time, as if she was fishing. On the other side of the tree, Second Brother, who was always meticulous in his clothes and etiquette, had long been crooked with the ancient crown on his head that always stood upright like a club.
Ning Que silently looked at the sleeping Senior Brothers and Sisters outside the house, and guessed that they had been busy all night for him last night. His chest gradually became very warm, but he did not know what to say.
Second Brother opened his eyes and woke up. He stood up and straightened the ancient crown on his head, motioning for Ning Que to follow him to the lake, so as not to disturb those guys who were tired and drunk.
Standing by the lake, facing the wind and the morning dew, Second Brother said seriously after a moment of silence, "Don't ruin the reputation of the Academy when you go to the Wilderness. Even if the Academy won't ruin its thousand-year reputation because of you, Youngest Brother, you are now a famous person in the Tang Empire. Don't ruin your reputation. "
Ning Que said with a smile, "I'm not a famous person. It's just a name."
Second Brother glanced at him and said with appreciation, "Indifferent to fame and fortune, you can see the nothingness in the fame. Youngest Brother, you said it well. If I heard it, I would definitely regard you as a bosom friend."
The Senior Brother he mentioned was naturally the Eldest Brother of the Academy.
Ning Que was slightly stunned and could not help but feel a little ashamed.
"Second Brother, thank you for your hard work last night. I thought I might need to ask Professor Huang He for help. "
"I don't know much about Talisman Taoism, but your master Yan Se is already the top figure in the world. If he can't help you develop Talisman Arrows, it's meaningless for you to ask Professor Huang."
"Speaking of which, I still don't know where the professors of the Academy live."
"The professors are all visiting professors. There are many foreigners, and most of the time they live in seclusion in the mountains."
"Why have I never met them in the mountains?"
At this time, Second Brother said some nonsense, "Because the mountain is a very big mountain."
Then he looked back at the dark bow and arrow on Ning Que's body and asked, "Do you want to have a try?"
Ning Que nodded.
The Senior Brothers and Sisters who were sleeping in the bushes under the tree woke up. The Senior Brothers who were hugging pine trees and flowers in other parts of the mountain also came out. Even the Third Sister, Yu Lian, who rarely appeared in front of others, came to the lakeside. Eleven people surrounded Ning Que. Some were waiting nervously, some were talking excitedly, and some were scratching their heads to express that it was really not interesting. The reason why they came to see Youngest Brother try his archery was purely because they fainted from the noise last night.
Ning Que gently put the dark and slender Talisman Arrow on the iron bow, took a deep breath and raised it high, aiming at the high sky, as if he wanted to shoot down the sun that was actually still under the cliff platform.
With a slight squeak, the seemingly unshakable iron bow slightly deformed, and the tight bowstring was pulled backward, deeply sinking into the three fingers of his right hand. Because this test was of great significance, for the sake of safety, he chose to control the bowstring with three fingers that he didn't use very often.
With his action, the discussion by the lake stopped abruptly, and it suddenly became extremely quiet. The Senior Brothers and Sisters on the Second floor of the Academy nervously or curiously looked at his fingers that tightly pulled the bowstring.
In the clear lake like a mirror, the fish that got up early to look for food slowly swam.
Across the lake, the proud big white goose was rinsing its chest and abdomen with water.
As the muscles of Ning Que's forearm in his sleeves loosened, the tight bowstring rubbed against his fingertips at a high speed, driving the dark and slender metal arrow to suddenly shoot forward at a speed invisible to the naked eye!
The sharp arrowhead instantly protruded forward from the archer's grip. When it traveled a certain distance, the diamond embedded in the archer's grip slightly rubbed against the metal arrow shaft. The diamond tip, which had an extremely complicated profile, casually drew a line on the arrow shaft like a brush tip dipped in ink on a piece of paper.
It was the blank of the Talisman on the arrow shaft, and it was the last stroke of that Talisman.
The tail of the arrow finally left the bowstring. No one knew whether it was because the speed was too fast, or because the Talisman on the arrow was stimulated, but when the tail of the arrow left the bow, it actually brought a mass of milky turbulence.
Then … the Talisman Arrow instantly disappeared!
No one on the lakeside could clearly see the trajectory of the arrow and where it flew in the air. Only Second Brother, who looked up at the sky, slightly squinted his eyes.
Until then, a gust of wind blew, making Ning Que's clothes, who was still holding the bow, flutter. People on the lakeside felt a slight chill, and Ning Que's left hand, which was holding the bowstring tightly, suddenly had a lot of dew.
The fish in the lake were still swimming slowly.
The big white goose on the other side finished washing and began to bend its neck to sing to the sky.
A moment later, the Senior Brothers and Sisters, who were still staring at the sky and trying to find the trace of the Talisman Arrow, saw a hole in the middle of the white cloud high up in the sky. Through the hole, they could see the azure sky even higher up!
Fourth Brother said in a slightly trembling voice, "Was it shot out?"
Sixth Brother guessed in a slightly hoarse voice, "It should be shot out."
Seventh Sister said in surprise, "Was it really shot out by this arrow?"
Second Brother said indifferently, "Yes, it was shot out."
Everyone on the lakeside suddenly changed their expressions. They looked at the hole in the cloud high up in the sky and exclaimed in joy. Senior Sister Yu Lian also slowly raised her eyebrows, with a trace of a smile on her face. It seemed that even she did not expect that the Talisman Arrow could fly so high and have such great power.
At this time, Chen Pipi asked a very important question. He rubbed his chubby face and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds with difficulty, asking in confusion, "Where did the arrow go?"
This question was indeed very important, but at this moment, people from the Academy who had witnessed the birth of the first real Talisman Arrow in the history did not care about this key question at all. Ninth Brother praised, "How can there be no joy in such a good thing?"
Tenth Brother nodded repeatedly and stroked the string of the zither with his fingers, saying, "An arrow can't be shot without a string."
Sixth Brother lifted the heavy iron hammer under his feet and said in a simple and honest manner, "Second Brother used my hammer to forge the iron."
Seventh Sister pinched the embroidery needle between her fingers and said with a smile, "I also helped a little."
Ninth Brother put the flute to his lips and played cheerful music. When everyone was ready to play in harmony like that night on the top of the cliff, they suddenly heard an extremely shrill whistle in the sky above their heads. It instantly suppressed the sound of the flute by the lake, as if there was an immortal playing the flute above the clouds.
Although people on the Second floor of the Academy were crazy, they were definitely the smartest people in the world. Hearing the shrill whistle, they instantly guessed the reason. Their faces suddenly turned slightly pale and they instantly ran away from Ning Que with the fastest speed imaginable. They scattered like birds and beasts, each looking for a safe shelter.
Ning Que did not know what was about to happen, but he still could not suppress his excitement. He looked at the sky above his head in a daze and did not even dare to blink his eyes.
Second Brother and Chen Pipi stood on both sides of him, looking up at the sky with different expressions.
The shrill whistle instantly passed from the distant sky to the lakeside. The little black dot just entered Ning Que's eyes, and the next moment it turned into a metal arrow that tore the air at a high speed and stabbed at his head!
Second Brother gently waved his sleeves, which flew like a flag in a frontier fortress and rolled up the black shadow that was about to fall on the ground. He skillfully pulled, carried and released the metal talisman arrow with horrible speed and power, and changed its direction.
With a soft sound, a small tear appeared on his sleeves.
With a loud bang, half of the pavilion in the center of the Mirror Lake collapsed.
Ning Que's face turned pale, and then he reacted. Looking at the lake full of smoke and dust, he murmured, "F * ck …"
Seventh Sister ran over with a pot lid on her head. Looking at the half-collapsed pavilion, she murmured with a pale face, "F * ck …"
Second Brother frowned and glanced at her unhappily.
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People gathered at the lakeside again, pointing at the collapsed pavilion and talking excitedly.
Fourth Brother looked at the dissipating smoke and dust on the lake, with a satisfied smile as if his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled. He walked along the wooden bridge and came back with the Talisman Arrow and a small box in his hand.
"Drawing the last stroke of the Talisman with diamond, Youngest Brother, your idea is really genius. But it is a pity that a Talisman Arrow can only be shot once and cannot be reused. Last night, Sixth Brother and I made a set of repair tools, but we haven't tried it yet. If you need to repair in the Wilderness, you can try it. "
He handed the small box to Ning Que and seriously reminded him, "Talisman Arrows are made of rare materials and are extremely difficult to make. There are only 13 Talisman Arrows in the quiver, so you have to use them sparingly on the battlefield."
Ning Que seriously said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. I won't shoot them all at once."
"You don't have the ability to shoot them all at once." Second Brother stood up and looked at him after washing his hands by the lake. He said, "With your current state, you can shoot three arrows at most, and your body will not be able to bear it."
Looking at the heavy Talisman Arrow in his hand, Ning Que frowned and said, "Then what should I do?"
Looking at the Talisman Arrow, Fourth Brother suddenly sighed and said, "This is an innovative Talisman Taoism design that creates history. But it is a pity that it can't be popularized in the world. What a pity."
"Why can't it be popularized?"
"Because the Talisman written by Youngest Brother can only be matched with his Psyche Power. To use the Talisman Arrow, the archer must be a Talisman Master himself. There are few Talisman Masters in the world who can write this Talisman, and the one who can is not a powerful archer. This iron bow is not so easy to pull."
Hearing Fourth Brother's words, Ning Que felt a soreness in his right shoulder, and even a tearing sharp pain. Maybe the muscle there was injured by the previous action of controlling the bowstring.
Fourth Brother said, "Youngest Brother, this is the Talisman Arrow you developed. Give it a name."
Looking at the smile on Fourth Brother's face, Ning Que suddenly thought of something and sincerely said, "Fourth Brother, please give it a name."
Fourth Brother was slightly stunned and smiled with emotion. He said, "Well … Since the materials of the bow and arrow are mixed with mixed silver, which you are most sensitive to, how about calling it Silver Arrow?"
Hearing the two words "Silver Arrow", Ning Que's expression became a little strange.
Second Brother said expressionlessly, "Change another one."
Chen Pipi pointed to the sky and asked, "Cloud-piercing Arrow?"
Ning Que shook his head repeatedly. A cloud-piercing arrow brought thousands of troops and horses to meet him.
After a moment of silence, Second Brother said, "The Talisman Arrow moves with the Qi of Heaven and Earth. There are only 13 of them in the world, and Youngest Brother is the 13th. So … let's call it Primordial Thirteen Arrows."
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(My spirit is too low. I really can't finish this volume today. I will finish it tomorrow. Bow and leave the stage.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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