Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 29

Maybe it was because he drank too much alcohol, and he didn't know how long he slept for this sleep.

After Jing Fansheng opened his eyes, he turned his head and took a look. At the table not far away, two figures, one big and one small, one white and one black, were huddling together and didn't know what to say, and they didn't notice the movement on his side.

Jing Fansheng: "..."

I have to admit that the scene in front of me really has some inexplicable... harmony.

Having just been recognized by Mr. Xiao Ran, Jing Shixi, who had rested, couldn't wait to ask him about the storage bag.

Because of his diligent practice, he has already become very mature in refining materials and container molding, but in the last step of drawing formations, he can't always achieve the effect he expected, and he still doesn't know his problem Where does it appear.

Yan Xiaoran checked all the blue hearthstone storage bags he had made and unfinished one by one, and then asked Jing Shishi to draw a formation on the spot to show him.

Eleven then took out the only remaining empty storage bag, took out a set of tools, and began to draw formations on it seriously.

No one would come up to Ling Juefeng casually, maybe because he thought it would be very rude not to show his true colors in front of the master, so Jing Shixi took off his mask.

His small, white and jade-like face was tense, and he looked as serious as possible. He was holding a storage bag in one hand, and he was using a special brush to draw strokes with the other hand.

While painting, the spiritual energy must be poured in slowly, this process can not be sloppy at all.

Jing Shixi focused on drawing the formation in the empty storage bag, while Yan Xiaoran watched seriously from the side.

Until the last stroke was finished, Jing Shixi wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and he couldn't help showing a disappointed look on his face.

Like the previous few times, although it cannot be regarded as a failure, it is far from achieving the effect he expected.

Yan Xiaoran pinched the freshly baked storage bag with his slender fingers, probed into the spiritual power for a little inspection, and then slowly said: "You are of the dual spiritual root attribute of wood and fire."

Jing Shishi looked at him, listening carefully with a serious expression and respect.

Yan Xiaoran said: "The attributes of monks in this world are different, but among the five elements, no matter which attribute monks can refine weapons, it is not the one with the fire attribute that dominates. Why do you think this is?"

Eleven thought for a while and said, "Because refining furnaces and fire can also be used to refine weapons, so when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one does not need to rely on one's own attributes to refine weapons."

Yan Xiaoran was noncommittal, he suddenly spread his palm, and a layer of white almost transparent flame burst out from his palm.The color of this flame is like over-diluted milk, and the way it burns is also different from ordinary flames—it doesn't burn upwards, but looks like water, flowing in the palm of your hand, but it seems to have Like a visible boundary, it doesn't flow in one direction all the time, but rolls back and forth continuously in the palm.

White Pond Youhuo!

According to legend, there is a magic mountain in the devil world, which is an active volcano.It only erupts once in a thousand years, and because of the location of the crater, a large pool of water has accumulated in the interval of the thousand-year eruption.

The locals call this pool of water the White Pool.

The water in the pool moistens the volcano, and the volcano evaporates the water in the pool. After thousands of years, a wonderful kind of fire has been bred in the mountain.

Obviously fire can burn other things, but it happens to be of water attribute.

Every time the volcano erupts, the fire will spurt out, and this is the only chance to subdue the fire every thousand years.

White Pond Youhuo, attribute of water, fifth-grade fire, is an extremely precious and rare fire type in the world.

It is said that Mr. Xiao Ran stayed at the Magic Mountain for more than [-] years for this fire seed before the volcano erupted.Because the cultivation base at that time was not enough to subdue the fifth-grade flame, the highest grade among the fire seeds, and almost lost his life.

However, the facts have proved that such efforts are worthwhile.It was by virtue of this kind of fire that Xiao Ranjun refined an immortal weapon comparable to the magic weapon produced by Taoist Hongzhuo of Kunlun, and became the most famous master of refining weapons in the contemporary era.

It turned out that some people also heard that Mr. Xiao Ran's Baichi Youhuo had special attributes, which were different from ordinary flames, but they didn't expect it to be so special.Jing Shixi stared dazedly at the translucent milky white flame. There was only a thin layer of flame light on the top of the milky white water-like flame. If you didn't look carefully, it seemed like a puddle of water spread on the palm of your hand. There is no heat.

But this kind of seemingly harmless flame without temperature can melt the most difficult metal stone in the world.

Jing Shixi swallowed his saliva, looked up at Yan Xiaoran, his bright black eyes were full of excitement.

Yan Xiaoran seemed to see what he was thinking, and said: "You are still young, and you will meet a fire that suits you in the future. Especially your attributes are very good, in fact, you are the most suitable for refining weapons."

When Xiao Ranjun mentioned the word "attribute" for the second time, Jing Shixi had to start thinking about what he wanted to say.

After thinking to himself for a while, he raised his head as if humbly asking for advice.

Yan Xiaoran took the flame back, and said: "The reason why I chose this White Pond Youhuo as my natal fire for my teacher is because I am of the water attribute. Water can subdue fire, but if I use this fire with a special attribute , water may not be unable to make fire..."

"Cough, cough cough!" Jing Fansheng lay on his side on the bed pretending to be sleeping but was actually eavesdropping. Hearing what Yan Xiaoran said, he couldn't hold back and choked on his own saliva.

Water makes fire or something... Forgive him for thinking about it in a blink of an eye.

The two people at the table turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

Jing Fansheng quickly waved his hand: "Then what, you guys go on, go on!"

Yan Xiaoran withdrew his gaze and continued: "The reason why your finished product is not satisfactory is not that you are not proficient in the formation of formations, but that you used the wrong force."

"Strength?"

Yan Xiaoran nodded: "Recall carefully, did you only use your own fire attribute to describe in the refining process, but did not make use of your own wood attribute? Not only did you not use it, but sometimes you have to separate your mind Deliberate suppression?"

Eleven nodded sharply.Because of the attributes of wood and fire dual spiritual roots, his fire attribute aura is not strong. He had thought countless times before that it would be fine if he had a single spiritual root of fire attribute.

"But have you ever thought about it," Yan Xiaoran said: "Wood makes fire, if you can add your own fire attribute to the wood attribute, and use wood to make fire, wouldn't it be more magical than pure fire root? "

Jing Shixi's eyes were shining with light, which he really didn't expect.Before that, he just blindly suppressed his wood attribute, which not only consumed part of his mind, but also felt a little stretched and powerless because of his insufficient fire energy.

Now being reminded by Mr. Xiao Ran, it was like enlightenment, and suddenly became cheerful.

If he can skillfully use the ability of wood to make fire, even if there is no fire, he can continue to refine better and more powerful magic weapons as his cultivation level improves.

As soon as he thought about it, Jing Shixi began to deploy all his spiritual power immediately, trying to integrate the fire attribute with the wood attribute.

However, I have gotten used to the previous refining method, and I really can't adjust to the fusion of wood and fire for a while.

Yan Xiaoran let Jing Shixi go to practice, he walked to the bed and sat down, and asked, "Are you awake?"

"Um...uh!"

Before Jing Fansheng had time to get up, Yan Xiaoran had already put his palm on his forehead, and slowly transferred his spiritual power to him.

Judging from the other party's performance in the past few days, although crossing the spiritual power in this way will not help him repair the sea of ​​consciousness, it has a miraculous effect in relieving headaches.

Yan Xiaoran said: "Since it's useful, let's do it every day from now on."

Jing Fansheng: "..."

He is not so stubborn, he would want to refuse Yan Xiaoran to give him spiritual power... It's just that big brother, can't you speak well?What's the matter with the déjà vu of capitalized filth?

Thinking this way in his heart, Jing Fansheng didn't make a sound, instead he spread his hands and feet and continued to lie on the soft bed.

The comfortable breath passed over the sea of ​​consciousness, and he almost fell asleep again.

But after coming down a few times, Jing Fansheng discovered a very strange thing.

On Yan Xiaoran's right hand, there was actually a white scar that stretched almost across the entire palm.Although he couldn't feel it when his palm was on his forehead, sometimes Yan Xiaoran would still see him when he stretched out his hand.

...The physique of a cultivator is different from that of ordinary people. Logically speaking, even if they are injured, they will not leave scars.

Scars like that, which are long but not deep, want to occupy a place on the monk's body, unless they are wounded with special weapons.

And why does that scar look familiar?

Jing Fansheng couldn't remember for a while.What's more, it was just a painless scar on someone else's body, so he didn't bother to think about it.

Yan Xiaoran also taught Eleven some of the basics of weapon refining that he had neglected in his self-study before, taught him some knowledge mentioned in the intermediate level of weapon refining, and left him homework, and sent him to a school specially set up for insiders. I went to the refining workshop where the disciples used to refine weapons.

People with infinite swords usually focus on the sword, and very few people go to the fire refinery to ponder about magic weapons.Therefore, there are no people in the fire refining workshop all the year round, only some masters who are not high in cultivation and are responsible for repairing magic weapons for inner disciples are stationed all year round.

There is a special furnace in the fire refinery that can be used, the grade is not high, but it is still enough for the eleventh.

Jing Shishi became Yan Xiaoran's disciple, and at this time he had already taken off his original black clothes, and changed into the white clothes with Wuliangjian's upper and lower styles uniform, but after getting off Ling Juefeng, he put the mask back on again. Bring it on.

But his usual posture was tall and straight, and the way he pursed his lips was somewhat similar to Yan Xiaoran's temperament.

The Fire Refining Workshop, where no one would come to, seemed a little lifeless. Several craftsmen stationed here were yawning and chattering, when they saw Mr. Xiao Ran come in with a little fairy boy dressed in white.

"Sovereign Master." The few people who were slanted in the original mood immediately became energetic when they saw Yan Xiaoran's white clothes embroidered with silver flowers.

Wuliangjian does not offer refining courses, and there is no one who is proficient in refining. If we say that this fire refining workshop was opened by Yan Xiaoran's mother who married from Kunlun.Most of the current masters are casual cultivators hired from Hua Lingshi outside, and they are considered outer disciples.

But even so, as a craftsman, no one would not admire and worship Xiao Ranjun.

Yan Xiaoran nodded to them, and directly led Jing Shishi inside.

After briefly explaining to him how to use the furnace, Yan Xiaoran took out a lot of materials from his Qiankun mustard bag and piled them on the ground for him to use.

"Thank you, Master." Jing Shixi was grateful.When he was in the Jedi Valley, the most worrying thing was the problem of materials.Originally, he was overjoyed to be able to get advice from Mr. Xiao Ran, but he did not expect that even the problem of scarcity of materials would be solved at the same time.

Yan Xiaoran paused, and stretched out his hand stiffly to touch the child's head.

A head of soft black hair was tied neatly around the head, it felt very smooth to the touch, and carried the temperature of the top of a child's head.Yan Xiaoran seemed to be scalded by something, but he didn't withdraw his hand.

His eyes are always bottomless black.

Yan Xiaoran looked at Jing Shiyi and said: "If there is anything, just tear up the talisman I gave you earlier, and the teacher will come to pick you up."

Jing Shixi nodded, and an obvious smile appeared on his tense little face. He showed his neat white teeth and said again: "Thank you, Master."

A strange color flashed in Yan Xiaoran's dark eyes, which no one could notice, like heartache and sadness.

This boy is a good boy.

Unfortunately……