"This sword was forged from thousand year iron and eight thousand year spirit stones. Because it is of the ice attribute and has a unique design, I named it Pear Blossom Sword."
Lin Muyu said with a smile, "I even reforged Zhao Jin's Pear Blossom Spear. Its design is very similar to this sword, so the sword and the spear should be a set."
Chu Yao blushed and said happily, "Yu, this Pear Blossom Sword is really a set with the Pear Blossom Spear?"
"Of course, what do you think? If I didn't have the Prairie Fire Sword, I really wouldn't bear to give this Pear Blossom Sword to you!" He said half-jokingly.
Chu Yao caressed the sword lovingly and said, "Yu, what grade is this Pear Blossom Sword?"
"Fourth level Mystic grade."
"Ah?"
Chu Yao was shocked, "Fourth level Mystic grade? I heard that … Mystic grade weapons are very expensive, at least ten thousand Jin Yin coins? "
As she said this, she handed the Pear Blossom Sword back and said, "Such a precious sword … why don't you sell it? It's too much of a waste for me to use, I'll just use a spirit grade weapon … "
Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh inwardly and said, "Sister Chu Yao, what's so precious about a mere fourth level Mystic grade Pear Blossom Sword? As long as I want it, I can forge countless Pear Blossom Swords … Keep it, this sword was specially designed for you, how can you not want it? "
"Then, alright …"
Chu Yao gripped the hilt tightly, feeling her heart beating wildly. She said again, "Yu, I'm about to comprehend the heart of the sword!"
"Really?"
"Yes."
Chu Yao nodded seriously and then closed her eyes. Streams of blade-like true energy flowed on the surface of her body. This was indeed the initial form of the heart of the sword. Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh, "Sister Chu Yao's talent is indeed not bad. When you truly comprehend the heart of the sword, you can go and fuse with the beast soul inside the Pear Blossom Sword. When you complete this step, I'll teach you the four-elemental sword kinesis!"
"Yes, alright!"
…
Without staying for too long, Lin Muyu left the Spirit Medicine Division. At this time, she suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness. Finally, after forging so many weapons in one night, her physical strength and combat qi were overdrawn. Without thinking too much about it, she lay down on the stone bed and fell into a deep sleep.
He was in a daze for an unknown period of time before he slowly woke up.
"Jiji …"
As far as the eye could see, a grey rat was looking up at Lin Muyu from the corner of the wall. Surprisingly, it wasn't afraid of people.
Lin Muyu, who had just woken up, happened to be at its peak. The cultivation of the Spirit Pulse Technique had caused the power of his soul to surge endlessly. At that moment, it was as if his spiritual sense was about to condense into a focal point. Lin Muyu couldn't help but be stunned. He then guided his spiritual sense to gather together and used it to attack the mouse in the corner like a sharp knife.
"Ji …"
The mouse's cry came to an abrupt halt. Its pupils rapidly enlarged, and it unexpectedly stopped there motionlessly.
"Hmm?"
Lin Muyu was a little surprised. He turned over and got off the bed. He walked in front of the mouse and lowered his head to look at it. He found that the mouse seemed to be in a daze. It actually didn't move at all. After a full ten seconds, it finally made a "Ji Ji" sound again. Then, it turned around and went back into the mouse hole behind it.
"What's going on?"
Lin Muyu muttered to himself. His mind recalled everything that had just happened. The Spirit Pulse Technique actually gathered his spiritual sense to attack others. Could it be that this was the method of using mental strength to attack?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become excited. He hurriedly washed up and went to the Holy Temple. He had to find someone to practice it on!
"Lord Lin Zhi!"
Zhang Wei walked over with a saber in his hand. He said with a smile, "You woke up so early!"
"Yes, Lord Zhang Wei." Lin Muyu's heart moved. He smiled and said, "Lord Zhang Wei, I want to ask you for a favor."
"Hmm?"
"Stand here and don't move."
"Okay." Zhang Wei stood in front of him and said with a smile, "I don't know what you want to do …"
Lin Muyu did not say anything. Her expression was extremely solemn. Suddenly, she activated the Spirit Pulse Technique and focused her spiritual perception on one point, attacking Zhang Wei's brain. It was also at this moment that Zhang Wei's entire body seemed to have been petrified. However, this process was extremely short, not even half a second. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What happened?"
"What did you feel just now?" Lin Muyu asked.
Zhang Wei was stunned. He scratched his head and said, "I just felt that my mind suddenly went blank. I don't know what happened. Lord Lin Zhi, what did you do to me just now?"
"No, nothing …" Lin Muyu laughed. He was thinking that the Spirit Pulse Technique's mental attack would be much less effective against people with a stronger soul. Zhang Wei's soul was obviously much stronger than the mouse's, so it could only attack him for less than half a second. It seemed that there was still a long way to go before the Spirit Pulse Technique could be used in actual combat.
… …
Early in the morning, Ge Yang took the scroll and started to announce the pairs for the morning training. But after he finished, he didn't call out Lin Muyu and Zhang Wei's names. Zhang Wei couldn't help but ask, "Deacon Ge Yang, did you forget about me and Lord Lin Zhi?"
Ge Yang laughed, "No, although this old man is old, I still won't forget the two of you. Lin Zhi, Zhang Wei, the two of you will go out for a mission this morning."
"Oh?"
Lin Muyu was stunned. After entering the Temple, other than the daily training, there weren't many missions. This was the first time. So she asked, "What mission, Grandpa Ge Yang?"
Ge Yang stroked his beard and laughed, "Simple. The two of you will bring fifty Temple Guards to the Ministry of War's military warehouse to collect the weapons, rations and salaries for the next three months."
"Yes!"
After exiting the training hall, there was already a group of guards waiting outside. The so-called Temple Guards were the soldiers who carried out the mission of guarding the Temple. These soldiers didn't belong to the Temple directly, but they lived in the Temple all year round to serve as instructors and sparring partners. Currently, there were more than two hundred Temple Guards in the Temple, which was considered a military force.
"Sir, the carriage is ready. This is the Grand Deacon's approval!"
A guard walked up and handed Lei Hong's approval to Lin Muyu. It was as if he had tacitly agreed that Lin Muyu was the leader of the group, and not Zhang Wei. However, Zhang Wei wasn't angry. He knew that he had acted rashly, and Lin Muyu was more suitable to carry out this mission.
"Let's go, lead the way."
"Yes!"
Leaping onto the horse, the group left the Temple in a grandiose manner. Lin Muyu and Zhang Wei were both wearing the Temple's battle robes, giving off a heroic aura. As the group walked along Tong Tian Street, they attracted a lot of attention.
The military warehouse was to the north of the Imperial City. When the group from Temple arrived, they discovered that it was filled with people. Other than the Temple, there were also many soldiers waiting to distribute the rations. Outside of the military warehouse, there were people shouting and horses neighing. Rows of heavy cavalry galloped past, creating a chaotic scene.
Lin Muyu frowned and said, "What do we do now?"
"This subordinate will go and hand in the document." A Temple Guard said.
"Good!"
Outside the military warehouse was a temporary camp. The Temple Guard rode his horse away, and not long after he entered the camp, he returned with a face full of anger and shame, and the document in his hand was still tightly gripped.
"What's wrong?" Lin Muyu asked.
The Temple Guard said angrily, "That bastard military officer is purposely making things difficult for us, he wants us to queue up a little longer, and the Temple's army needs to wait for the God Might Battalion to finish distributing the rations."
"On what basis?" Zhang Wei's temper flared up, and he said angrily, "The God Might Battalion is the private army of the Divine Marquis Residence, they should not be receiving rations from the Imperial Capital, and they actually arranged for them to be in front of the Temple. Don't the Ministry of War know that there are no restrictions on the Temple's rations?"
The guard said in a low voice, "Master Zhang Wei, it must be because the Temple did not give them any benefits, that's why they are purposely making things difficult for us."
"Preposterous!"
Zhang Wei raised his blade and charged into the military warehouse. Lin Muyu did not even have time to stop him, and hurriedly said, "Men, follow me!"
"Yes!"
He hurriedly led dozens of Temple Guards and chased after Zhang Wei, but when Lin Muyu arrived at the front of the tent, he heard a "bang", and immediately saw a person flying out from the tent, spitting out blood, and his chest was covered in flames, it was obviously caused by Zhang Wei's Fiery Soul Fist.
"Hua la", Zhang Wei quickly stepped out of the tent, his fists were surrounded by the power of his Martial Spirit, and he said in a low voice, "You dog official, if we don't give you gold, you dare to make things difficult for the Temple?"
The military officer looked like a rat, and hurriedly shouted, "Murder, murder, the Temple's instructor is going to commit murder in broad daylight!"
"You still dare to howl!"
Zhang Wei raised his fist and was about to hit him, but Lin Muyu hurriedly got off the horse and blocked Zhang Wei's fist, and said, "Calm down, Zhang Wei."
"This despicable person, I will teach him a lesson today." Zhang Wei's explosive temper was completely out of control, and he angrily scolded, "Why does the Divine Might Battalion have to collect their military supplies before the Temple, it is obvious that we came first, what is the Divine Might Battalion, what right do they have to be so arrogant!?"
At this time, a cold voice suddenly came from the right, "Yo, the Temple's Gold Star Instructor Zhang Wei, your fists are indeed explosive, but your temper is even more explosive, you really don't know your place!"
Lin Muyu looked over, and when he saw a group of soldiers from the God Might Battalion marching over aggressively under the leadership of a general, he already knew that things were not looking good.
Walking forward quickly, Lin Muyu cupped his fists and said, "Sir, Temple's Lin Zhi apologizes to you here."
"Lin Zhi?"
The person who came was a middle-aged military officer around the age of 30, his eyes were reserved, and his steps were steady, he was obviously an expert. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he said, "You are the Lin Zhi who crippled Zhao Kuang's arm? How awe-inspiring! "
Lin Muyu replied coldly, "Sir, Zhang Wei did not mean to offend you, since the Divine Might Battalion wants to collect their supplies first, then you guys can go first!"
The man suddenly laughed out loud: "You put it so nicely, you beat up the military officer, are you trying to walk away?"
"Then what do you want?"
Lin Muyu's gaze was cold, he suddenly pulled out the Prairie Fire Sword, and said indifferently, "Temple has fewer people, but that does not mean that they are afraid of you."
… …
The Thousand-man Commander of the Divine Might Battalion was not someone who was easy to deal with, he pulled out the sword by his waist, and bellowed: "Men, go and seize the weapons of the Temple's army!"
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