The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 68: :Physically weak as a child


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Tie Qi thinks that he is not an angry person, otherwise he would not have heard Liu Mu's rebuke for so long. But since entering this cold place, I always feel like getting angry for no reason. No, it was because ever since I met Hu Yanluo, I was always annoyed by Hu Yanluo and would get angry every time. Maybe this was because he and the old man were in conflict, otherwise how could he explain it?

"I'm too lazy to argue with you, a bastard!" Hu Yanluo said, scorning the frustrated Tie Qi.

Hu Yanluo's words made Tie Qi even more angry. He immediately raised his fist and prepared to beat him, which relieved the bad breath in his heart. But before he could summon up his inner strength, Liu Mu's cold voice came into his ears: "Tie Qi, stop!" After a few curses in his heart, Tie Qi walked to the side and sat down without anger.

"Master, don't you need to prepare anything?" Liu Mu interrupted Hu Yanluo, who was still there with pride. He looked down on Hu Yanluo's face, even though he knew that Hu Yanluo was more intentional. Still can't accept it. Just like a parent who doesn't want to see his children being bullied, Liu Mu is a protective person.

Hu Yanluo didn't care about Liu Mu's tone. He reached out and patted the leather bag around his waist, and said in a proud tone: "Everything has been prepared for a long time. I'm just waiting for your hard work. Don't make me wait too long. Long time!"

"Don't worry, Master, just let me and the others get pregnant and raise them before you bother me again!" Liu Mu saw that Hu Yanluo was ready, so he didn't delay, and led Shititeqi into an empty room with no one around. account.

There are only a few casting processes in the world, such as forging, planing and filing, polishing, inlaying, quenching, steel grinding, etc. Even the world-famous Flowing Light Sword, which is a Qingfeng made of meteorite iron, cannot escape this manufacturing process. But Hu Yanluo's cast iron craftsmanship has nothing to do with these. It is still like a ghost painting, hiding something from everyone, and it is green and evil.

"Tie Qi, Shitou and I will have to rely on you from now on. Don't overdo it." Liu Mu warned again with some worry.

After an afternoon of adjusting the breath, Liu Mu thought for a long time that he should not take too many risks, because the stone itself does not cultivate the inner breath, so a weak body is not a serious problem. It's no big deal if you give up all your inner strength. Your spiritual cultivation is still there, so your strength won't drop much. But Iron Banner is different. A person's cultivation is all based on internal strength. Without internal strength, he is almost like a useless person. If his body is weak, this person will be considered useless. After thinking about it, he decided that Iron Banner would try to reduce the output of his heart as much as possible, and he would take the greatest responsibility.

"Don't worry, young master, Tie Qi is not serious." Tie Qi patted his chest resolutely. This kind of thing is not allowed to be a joke.

" With bloodshot eyes, he raised his right hand with difficulty and patted his chest without hesitation. "Boom!" Like a mountain collapsing, Liu Mu's entire aura suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a sluggish old man. He opened his mouth wide and spit it out into the green-lit wine jar. The heart blood mixed with the fragrance of pure heart was frighteningly bright red.

Liu Mu vomited several times, his face swaying as white as frost, his eyes dull and dim to the extreme, and he staggered towards the cotton tent with difficulty. By the time he was covered in sweat, Liu Mu seemed to have aged ten years, with no trace of internal energy left in his body. His body felt weightless, so soft that he fell to the ground and fainted.

Stone, who had never cultivated any internal strength, vomited two mouthfuls of blood easily. Apart from his face being a little pale, he could not see any sequelae. Tie Qi glanced worriedly for a few times, and after seeing that there was nothing serious, he walked towards Hu Yanluo, who had a solemn look on his face. He raised his big hand and took a picture of his heart. After a mouthful of blood came out, and his body shook for a few minutes, Tie Qi didn't feel anything bad except that he was a little hungry.

Recalling Liu Mu's previous state, Tie Qi didn't care to help Hu Yanluo and hurried towards the tent. He needed to take care of Liu Mu. As for sword refining, Sanjin's dozen strong men are enough to do some physical work. As for whether they will be careful, Tie Qi is really not afraid of this. If forging swords was Liu Mu's most earnest wish at the beginning, now it has become Hu Yanluo's concern. He vowed to create the most powerful magic weapon in the world, and he would not allow those unscrupulous guys to mess up.

Liu Mu was in a coma for three days, and finally woke up after Tie Qi almost emptied all the pharmacies in Liangdi. The bearded old man, who looked aggrieved and was scolded as a quack by Tieqi, did not forget to teach the medicine boy in front of him after walking far away: "Do you see, this is the sequelae of intemperance, and he has fallen so seriously at such a young age. The emptiness syndrome is over for the rest of my life!" After saying that, he didn't forget to stroke the small beard on his chin.

"Master, is it really that serious? Haven't you prescribed a lot of tonic for him?" The twelve or thirteen-year-old medicine boy asked with some doubts.

"Hi!" The old man, who was called the master, shook his head with some pity and explained aloud: "That big tonic prescription was prescribed for that other young man. As for that man, even if he is a deity, It’s useless, you’re destined to spend your whole life in bed!”

Tie Qi helped the lying Liu Mu to sit up with some worry. Simply sitting up made Liu Mu, who was as strong as a tiger and an ox in the past, cough loudly, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs. The pale face was unnaturally stained with a sickly blush.

"Master, please lie down, I will cook the medicine." Tie Qi moved gently, as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting Liu Mu, and whispered.

After taking a few breaths, Liu Mu said weakly: "It doesn't work. The doctor's prescription is for stones. I know my situation." He raised his hand to stop Tie Qi from knocking him down. , Liu Mu couldn't help but coughed again. After a long while, Liu Mu said: "How is the knife made?"

"Old man Huyan said it will be done in a few days!" Tie Qi gently covered Liu Mu's quilt, pulled the brazier not far away from Liu Mu, and said.

It was the seventh day since the sword was made. Liu Mu, who was obsessed with sword making, forced his way out of the cotton tent despite Tie Qi's objections. With Tie Qi's help, he trudged to the stove burning with a huge fire. Liu Mu, who was choked by the smoke and had some coughing, struggled to pinch Tie Qi's muscular forearm and pressed it down. A feeling of discomfort in my chest. For several days, Hu Yanluo never left the blast furnace to eat, drink, or have diarrhea. Half of his beard had disappeared and was still clumps together. It must have been because he was too close to the furnace. The original color of the clothes on his body could no longer be seen. He stared at the two objects in the mold that barely looked like knives with red eyes. From time to time, some liquid from the wine jar was smeared on the iron bars. .

"It's done!" Hu Yanluo shouted with surprise, waking up Liu Mu who was watching intently. I saw the iron bars in the mold being smelted and shaped by Hu Yanluo's constant calls. The appearance is still so ugly that no one can tell it looks like a knife at a glance. After Hu Yanluo landed with a loud shout, he poured all the remaining liquid in the wine jar onto the iron bars in the mold. The flames around the mold extinguished instantly as if they had encountered a natural enemy.


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