Chapter 32 The Distress Letter (Modify)(2/2)
Chu Sang listened to the advice and first made a rough draft on the blade with asphalt, and then carved it slowly.
She usually draws such a simple rune and can easily complete it in just a few strokes.
But it took her a whole night to carve out a symbol.
The moment she finished carving, she suddenly felt as if her spiritual energy had been sucked out of her body in an instant. She lay down on the ground, panting heavily, sweating profusely, and her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the handle of the knife.
No wonder the weapon refiner makes money.
This thing is really not something you can do just because you want to!
"Not bad, it was actually successful in one go. Although it is a small object, it is also very powerful."
Su Chen'an made his first weapon refining when he was about twelve years old. He made a hidden knife. He only succeeded in destroying ten knives without engraving them.
The junior sister was originally a talisman cultivator, her hands were relatively stable, and her spiritual consciousness was stronger than that of ordinary monks... Although Su Chenan was a little surprised, compared to the terrifying talent that the junior sister had never forgotten before, he accepted it calmly.
"Fifth Senior Brother, why don't we make a bet? If I can memorize 10,000 weapons books, you will agree to me a condition!"
"What do you want?" Su Chenan directly skipped the betting part and asked.
Chu Sang thought that the fifth senior brother had really become a Taoist, and the smile on his little face became sweeter, "If I can memorize ten thousand weapons books, after the golden elixir stage, can you, the fifth senior brother, help me refine a natal weapon?"
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"Okay." Su Chenan agreed without hesitation.
"Brother, we haven't said the time limit yet. We haven't said one year, ten years or one hundred years. If it's one hundred years, we must have memorized ten thousand books!"
"I'll give you some exercises even if I can't finish memorizing them."
Su Chenan stretched out her hand and pulled down a hair on her head.
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Su Chenan used it for another month and gave the pistol to Chusang.
It was his official entry gift to his junior sister. Although it was a little late, it was a very respectful gift.
Chu Sang came to the back mountain and was about to test the power of the pistol.
A paper crane flew precariously from a distance.
"What's this?"
Mu Chihuai opened it and looked at it, his face changed slightly, "It's a distress letter from Fourth Senior Sister!"
"Didn't Fourth Senior Sister go home to visit relatives some time ago? Why did a letter for help suddenly arrive?" Tantai Ming didn't know why.
Mu Chihuai unfolded the envelope and showed it to several people, "This letter for help is from the head of the Sikou family. It is said that the fourth senior sister was kidnapped by thieves a few days ago and her whereabouts are still unknown."
"The kidnapper seems to be a local monk from the sect, so the head of the Sikou family sent a distress letter to the sect, hoping that we would go find the fourth senior sister."
"Fourth junior sister was kidnapped again." Su Chenan was quite calm. After all, no one was more familiar with the matter of kidnapping than him.
The only two professionals in the sect who specialize in kidnapping are Su Chenan and Sikou Qiu.
The former is a new generation of well-known weapon refiner, rich in wealth, and Su Chenan is very ostentatious on weekdays, so it would be strange if the thieves don't care about him.
As for the latter, you can figure out the reason just by listening to the name.
The Sikou family is unquestionably the richest man in the world of mortals. They have a large family and a great business, and their accumulated wealth is not weaker than that of the Eight Immortal Sects and the Cultivation Family.
The head of the Sikou family lost his wife in his early years, leaving only one beloved daughter, Sikou Qiu.
Because he was afraid that his beloved daughter would be missed by thieves, the head of the Sikou family tried every means to send his beloved daughter to the Immortal Sect even though Sikou Qiu had extremely poor qualifications and was the lowest-grade Five Spiritual Roots.
Unfortunately, the Eight Immortal Sects would not accept such a disciple with poor qualifications. Later, after some changes, Sikou Qiu became a member of the Lingqing Sect.
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On the outskirts of Yuncheng, a carriage was bumping along the rugged mountain road.
The girl was sitting in the carriage. She was wearing a light blue floral skirt. She had willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and a peach-pink face. She looked innocent, cute and delicate.
As soon as he came out, he was cursing in an extremely arrogant and arrogant manner, "Are you guys rushing to reincarnate? Can you walk slowly? I've vomited out all my lady's overnight meal. Believe it or not, I'll spit on your face!"
"Damn it, how can this little bitch be so talkative? I've been scolding you all the way, aren't you tired?" Several kidnappers in front of the carriage couldn't help but secretly curse.
A pair of embroidered shoes were thrown out with a "pop!"
The kidnapper's face turned crooked for a moment, and there was a big red shoe mark.
"Shut up, who do you think you are? How dare you scold me behind my back!"
Sikou Qiu lifted the curtain and said arrogantly, "I am a hostage, please be respectful!"
"Serve me well. If I have a problem, you won't want any money!" She tilted her chin and snorted, "You two should be obedient, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, children, please obey!"
The kidnappers were obedient.
The next second she realized something was wrong, she damn well knew she was a hostage? How could she still be so crazy?
The leader of the kidnappers also had a huge headache. He had been doing this for twenty years, and this was the first time he encountered such a thing.
He waved his hand and said impatiently to the people below, "Forget it, take care of her first, and hand it over to the master when you get back..."
"Ha." The big man smiled coldly, with an evil and sycophantic look flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, the carriage stopped and someone blocked the road ahead.
The kidnapper at the front shouted coldly, "Who is coming?"
"Your mother asked you to go home for dinner."
The man's chest was pierced by a blade and he fell to the ground. The wind-breaking blade flew into the girl's hand.
Chapter completed!