Chapter 13 Wen Yu

The next day, Duan Yun got up later than usual. He thought a lot about Huan Yin last night, and he couldn't let his disciple be depressed because of this. Even if he couldn't cultivate immortality, he had to live well.

Duan Yun prepared a long speech, ready to cheer Huan Yin up no matter how he reacted.

After Duan Yun packed himself up, he slowly walked to the kitchen. Yin'er must not have gotten up yet, no, maybe Yin'er had never closed his eyes, he must still be holding himself in the room. Duan Yun wanted to make a hearty breakfast, and then let Huan Yin get up to eat, and cheer him up and talk about the principles of life while eating.

But when Duan Yun passed the dining room, he found that breakfast was already on the table, a hot table.

"Yin'er?" Duan Yun was surprised and strode to the kitchen, but there was no sign of Huan Yin. He ran to the platform outside, only to see Huan Yin standing in front of the pillar, concentrating on the content on the light screen.

He thought he was dreaming, so he pinched himself and felt pain, and then he confirmed that what he saw was real. If someone familiar with Duan Yun saw this scene, they would definitely find it very funny. Duan Yun has a stable and mature personality and would not do such a childish thing.

Duan Yun felt that things were developing too fast and he could not react at all. He had made so many preparations, but before they could be put to use, Huan Yin was already well?

He approached Huan Yin cautiously, fearing that Huan Yin was just a momentary flash of light, and did not dare to disturb him. Huan Yin was indeed studying very seriously and did not notice that the master was approaching.

"Hello, Uncle Duan." Suddenly, a voice interrupted the strange atmosphere between the master and the apprentice, although only Duan Yun could feel this atmosphere.

Huan Yin heard the voice and looked around, only to see the master standing quietly behind him, staring at him with a strange look. Huan Yin was about to say something, but Duan Yun felt embarrassed. He immediately moved his eyes to the place where the voice came from and shouted: "Junior Brother Wen, you are here."

Huan Yin followed Duan Yun's gaze and saw a fat little man in a golden Taoist robe standing there. He was about the same height and age as himself, and his face seemed to be gloomy. When Huan Yin looked at him, he also looked at Huan Yin.

Duan Yun introduced: "Yin'er, this is the only grandson of my Wuliangmen Elder Wen Ge, named Wen Yu. He likes my sword-making method of Jiange very much, and occasionally comes to learn from me."

"Hello, Senior Brother Wen." Huan Yin greeted Wen Yu very politely.

Duan Yun said to Wen Yu: "Junior Brother Wen, this is my new disciple Huan Yin."

"Hello, Junior Brother Huan." Wen Yu returned a salute to Huan Yin, and then looked at Duan Yun again.

"Uncle Duan, I want to borrow your furnace to modify my sword."

"Well, you can use it. I'll go down the mountain and come back soon." Duan Yun went back to the dining room to eat breakfast and went down the mountain.

It was the first time that Huan Yin met other disciples in the sect who came to the sword pavilion. They were about the same age as him. He was very happy and took the initiative to step forward and said to Wen Yu: "Brother Wen, can you also forge swords?"

Wen Yu saw Huan Yin approaching him, moved to the side, and then whispered: "Yes."

Huan Yin asked again: "Brother, what level of cultivation have you reached now?"

Unexpectedly, this time Wen Yu just looked at him, did not answer, and ran to the furnace on the platform.

Huan Yin was a little embarrassed. Is it a taboo for people who cultivate immortals to ask about their cultivation? He saw that Wen Yu seemed reluctant to approach him and was just busy with his own work, so he went to learn to identify materials by himself.

An hour later, Huan Yin was tired of watching and left the light column to walk around. He saw Wen Yu still beside the furnace, with his hands raised in a magic gesture, as if casting a spell on the furnace. But he was a mortal body, so he couldn't see anything.

However, this was the first time someone had forged a sword in front of Huan Yin, and he was very curious and quietly approached.

Huan Yin stood silently behind Wen Yu, watching Wen Yu casting the sword attentively. It was unknown whether Wen Yu was too serious to notice Huan Yin or had no time to care. This time Wen Yu did not react at all, but just focused on casting the sword.

Huan Yin saw Wen Yu pinching the magic gesture tightly, and the fire in the furnace was burning fiercely. From the furnace eye, a black sword could be vaguely seen hanging in the furnace, getting smaller and smaller. About half an hour later, the black sword completely disappeared, and Wen Yu drew the magic gesture, and a stream of black liquid flew out of the furnace and was fixed in the air by Wen Yu.

It was the first time Huan Yin saw the immortal magic so close, and he was very excited, and his face was full of envy. Wen Yu ignored Huan Yin and just kept drawing out various sword-making materials from a brocade bag on his body and adding them to the black liquid.

Huan Yin's ability to identify materials was rapid, and he recognized all the materials used by Wen Yu. While watching Wen Yu add the materials, he also analyzed them secretly.

Wen Yu was recasting the black sword. The so-called recasting is actually a kind of repair, which is to refine the original sword into liquid, remove unnecessary impurities or add new materials, and then condense the liquid into a sword again. Some people do this to make the sword more pure, while others do it to give the sword new properties.

After a while, something came into Huan Yin's sight - explosive iron sand. Huan Yin had seen this kind of thing in the content of the pillar. This thing was produced in the northern Jizhou area and was very rare and precious. This thing belongs to fire. According to the analysis of the predecessors who recorded this thing, if it can be cast into a sword, it can make the sword produce explosive properties and be extremely powerful. Moreover, after the sword exploded, the broken sword should be reassembled by itself with the power of immortality, as if it had never exploded. However, the property of this thing is too strong, and it will explode when it encounters fire, so it cannot be cast into a sword.

Huan Yin saw Wen Yu introducing the explosive iron sand into the sword liquid, and he was very anxious. He hurried to Wen Yu and said to Wen Yu: "Brother Wen, the explosive iron sand has too strong properties. It cannot be put into the furnace for refining, otherwise it will explode."

Who knew that Wen Yu just slowly replied to him: "Brother, I know my limits." Then Wen Yu continued what he was doing.

Huan Yin was stunned. Wen Yu had a strange personality and seemed to dislike communicating with others. He thought that since Senior Brother Wen was already an immortal, he might have his own unique insights. Besides, Wen Yu looked like he didn't want strangers to enter, so he couldn't say anything. If the furnace really exploded, he could just change another furnace. Senior Brother was an immortal, so he wouldn't be hurt.

So, Huan Yin stood farther away and continued to watch Wen Yu forge the sword. After a long time, Wen Yu finally added all the materials into the sword liquid, and the original black sword liquid turned into the current green color. With a wave of his hand, the sword liquid flew back into the sword furnace with a whoosh, and Wen Yu changed the spell and started forging the sword.

Wen Yu was very focused on forging the sword, and soon, sweat began to seep out of his forehead. I saw the flames in the sword furnace raging, and the sword liquid turned and moved in the fire, which was magical.

After a while, Huan Yin felt that something was wrong with the sword furnace. There was a crackling sound in the flames in the sword furnace, and the fire slowly changed from the original red to orange.

After a while, the sword furnace began to creak and tremble constantly, as if it could no longer contain the flames in the furnace. Looking at Wen Yu again, he was not only sweating profusely, but also his clothes were soaked. The situation in the furnace was no longer under his control, but he was still insisting and refused to give up.

Huan Yin saw that the situation was not good, and shouted to Wen Yu: "Brother Wen, quickly collect your spiritual power, this furnace is about to explode!"

Wen Yu heard Huan Yin calling him, his hands did not stop, and he said with difficulty: "Master, Junior Brother, you go."

Huan Yin saw Wen Yu's appearance, obviously halfway through the spell, the situation changed, and he could not collect the spell, so he could only support himself and try to suppress the flames in the furnace. But Wen Yu was obviously forcing himself to support, and this flame was obviously not something he could control. And Wen Yu's spiritual power could not even control the furnace. If the furnace really exploded, how could he protect himself?

Huan Yin saw that Wen Yu was in a critical situation, and he didn't think too much. He rushed forward and pushed Wen Yu away from the front of the sword furnace, and he fell not far from the furnace.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the sword furnace exploded, and the flames in the furnace burst out. The fragments of the furnace violently scattered, hitting the attic of the sword pavilion.

After being pushed away by Huan Yin, Wen Yu lost contact with the sword furnace and retracted his spiritual power into his body. The next second, he heard the sound of the alchemy furnace exploding. He turned back and found that Huan Yin was still lying next to the alchemy furnace. The blazing flames rushed out and pounced on Huan Yin. Wen Yu was very anxious and tried his best to draw out the last bit of spiritual power in his body. He lifted Huan Yin on the ground and threw him out. After being thrown away, Huan Yin rolled on the ground several times, and then lay on the ground, motionless.

Finally, the impact caused by the explosion of the alchemy furnace slowly disappeared. Wen Yu's spiritual power was exhausted and he was exhausted. If Huan Yin hadn't saved him just now, I'm afraid he would have died on the spot. He struggled to stand up and ran towards where Huan Yin was.

After Wen Yu came to Huan Yin, he pushed Huan Yin a few times. Seeing that Huan Yin was motionless, he was very anxious. He used all his strength to turn Huan Yin over. Huan Yin's face was gray and black, bloodstained, his clothes were torn and burnt, and there were still embers in some places. Wen Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to feel Huan Yin's pulse. When he felt that Huan Yin's pulse was fine, he was relieved.

If Wen Yu's grandfather, Elder Wen Ge, saw his expression at this moment, he would be very surprised. Wen Yu was withdrawn and gloomy. Except for occasionally saying a few words to himself and Duan Yun, he almost never communicated with others, let alone worrying about the safety of others.

Wen Yu sat on the ground, took out a spiritual stone from the brocade bag that had just led out the sword-making materials, and held it in his hand to restore his spiritual power. After a while, he finally slowed down a little, and hurriedly carried Huan Yin on the ground and strode into the Jiange Hall.

Chapter 2 is here, and there will be a third chapter before dinner. Shiqian is doing the final proofreading and revision, so please be patient. I hope everyone will support Shiqian and let "The Biography of Huan Yin" thrive. Thank you!