Broken Night - Chapter 184

[Chapter One Hundred and Eighty – Weird Futon]

Broken Night

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Chapter 180 – Weird futon

Xu Yan didn’t have much time to sigh and lament the return of the left bloody battle.

To tell the truth, although he is a man of temperament, he also appreciates the left blood battle.

But after all, he only got along with Zuo Xuezhan for a few days, and it is difficult for him to produce too much sadness.

If Zuo Chengzhe, who he already regarded as a friend died, he would probably be much more excited.

But now, Xu Yan has been busy again.

Xu Yan’s character is, in the final analysis, a researcher.

For every profession and the essence of everything, there is a research heart.

This makes him extremely busy when he is erudite and practising.

Pill Dao, Medical Dao, Blacksmithing, and Pattern Dao, each of which must be explored with great effort.

Fortunately, he has reached the bottleneck in the medical path, and there is no further progress.

And Dan Dao, he just intends to be like Pingzhi said, as an auxiliary medical technique, he does not want to achieve the ultimate meaning.

As for forging, he has already reached a very high level, and he is also unable to advance because of his cultivation base and his inherently weak body.

So now, he is devoted to the black mansion…

the terrifyingly black tuition fee of the outer gate of Yun mansion.

Moreover, he did not intend to live in the Zuofu for a long time.

How arrogant and arrogant he is, and after all, he is not a Zuo family member, even if he knows Zuo Chengzhe again, he is embarrassed to eat and live there for nothing.

So after spending 200,000 yuan to buy the other courtyard by the lake, he came to that place with that extremely shabby-looking burden.

Looking at the disorganized and chaotic lakeside hut, Xu Yan suddenly missed his father…

He patted his bald head, letting himself dispel these weird thoughts, and then began to take care of it.

This lakeside courtyard is neither big nor small.

With Xu Yan alone, he took care of it for most of the day before at least tidying up his bedroom for rest.

Then it took more than a day to complete the basic care and start living.

Then Xu Yan went to a nearby restaurant. After a big meal, he returned to the lake with a few large bags.

At night, the moonlight shines on the courtyard by the lake, which looks poignant and beautiful.

At this time, he felt that he was not spending money in vain.

The emotion is over!

work!

Xu Yan sat in the dormitory and took the lead in tidying up his burden that looked small and shabby, but was actually terrifyingly large, the various ores that had been pitted in Xu Tian’s hands, the precious resources obtained from the Branded Mountains, and the Pingzhi Institute. The extremely poor pills and the Nine Dragons Gathering Fire Cauldron were given…

Those medicinal pills, ores, and medicinal herbs, etc., were all stuffed into a deputy courtyard by him first, where he would then use them exclusively for alchemy, forging, etc. A place for academic research.

And at the moment, he is sitting in the bedroom, looking at the three unknown things in front of him.

A black, unremarkable futon, a gleaming gilt bone, and a forearm bone full of emerald green.

The black futon was also a gift from Heiji.

It was only the day when it was given, and it was the day when Daoist Huang Quan rose up and wanted to kill Xu Yan.

After that, Xu Yan threw the futon behind his head. If he hadn’t packed his bags at the moment, he would have almost forgotten the existence of this futon:

and that golden bone was the one that he gnawed away in the branding mountains that day. drumstick.

Until now, Xu Yan finally had a guess.

The changes in his Heavenly Fire, the full power of the Qi Palace lines, and the substantial strengthening of his body are all because he ate this chicken leg.

It seems that this is not an ordinary chicken leg;

and the last emerald green arm bone that looks like jade is the raw material used by the Huangquan Taoist woman as an evil treasure.

……

First, Xu Yan looked at the two bones.

Xu Yan has profound forging experience and is no stranger to some new material applications.

But the two bones in front of him, he was unable to start.

The first is hardness, both of which are as solid as stone, and it is impossible to cut them and study them.

Then, Xu Yan tried to use the flame again, and wanted to use the flame to melt it.

But after the chicken thigh bone received the flame, its momentum gradually became stronger, and a faint fluctuation appeared.

Xu Yan was a little speechless, but it was even more difficult under the flames.

If he has any feeling about that chicken thigh bone, it is probably a top-level material belonging to the flame attribute, right?

I’ll take it easy on you when I get some utensils in place!

Xu Yan thought so fiercely in his heart, and then retracted the chicken thigh bone;

the arm bone that seemed to be entirely made of jade was even more difficult to deal with.

The flame burned up, even the color did not change, and it did not move.

In addition to being hard and invulnerable, he couldn’t think of a good way to deal with it.

Then, he remembered the application of this bone by Taoist Huang Quan that day.

For a long time, he thought that the “Noble Phantasm” of tattoo masters was rather rough in application, unlike tattoo soldiers.

Although the patterned soldiers are not connected to the master’s mind like a Noble Phantasm, the production of the patterned soldiers is more rigorous and meticulous.

To put it simply, the so-called Noble Phantasm is another method of specially crafting weapons for tattoo artists to use.

In the production of Noble Phantasms, tattoo artists rarely make too many changes to the raw materials, and more often keep them as they are.

Like Chen Shugen’s old robe, Ciping’s short staff, even if it’s like the [Night Moon Thirty-six Needles] used by the famous Wen Yue Daoist, they just randomly made needles from rare materials, and then used the full moon. The power of the moonlight at night condenses and nourishes.

The thirty-six needles of the night moon are definitely the most advanced tools in Xu Yan’s hands at the moment, but if you really want to look at it from the eyes of the first blacksmith who once forged the artifact, the material of the thirty-six needles of the night moon is mixed Wait, it’s a complete mess.

If it wasn’t for Taoist Wenyue’s powerful grain strength and the countless years of moonlight power, this set of needles would be nothing but rubbish.

Therefore, Daoist Huangquan took this bone and nourished it with hundreds of poisons and the temperature of the gloomy ghost, and forcibly transformed this arm bone into a ghost, which is also another method.

This can’t help Xu Yan feel: In fact, the tattoo artist makes a treasure, isn’t it a kind of forging?

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Yan also put away the arm bone.

With the current strength of Xu Yan and the lack of equipment, it is impossible to conduct more in-depth research.

Finally, he set his eyes on the unremarkable black futon.

“What the hell is this?” Xu Yan picked up the black futon and rubbed it, but got nothing.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary futon.

He looked at the black futon in front of him and thought for a while, and finally spread it flat on the ground, then moved his butt and sat down.

A futon, isn’t it just for sitting?

It was just the moment he sat on the futon, his eyes widened, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.