Chapter 50 Red Fire Mourning Feather
Lu Shaohui is dead! ?
"Uncle Chen, are you sure this is the name?"
"I can't remember it wrong, unless someone else knows it wrong and the name they told me is also wrong. What's wrong, Ah Shui, you don't know him, right?"
"I know him, but I don't have a good relationship with him, so there is a gap.
......
Liang Qu returned home, with a lot on his mind.
There are only three martial arts halls in the town, and martial artists are a rare thing. There are definitely not so many that there are people with the same name.
Lu Shaohui is not as responsible as Hu Qi, and he did nothing in the conflict a few days ago, which shows that he neglected his duty.
But as a "substitute", there is nothing I can do to him, and he just died like this...
Did he die two days ago and was found today, or did he die today? ?
Liang Qu thought of this question.
Lu Shaohui had not appeared in the martial arts hall for nearly two days. The time point was after the conflict broke out that day and left. After the incident, Hu Qi wanted to find him but couldn't find him.
No, it's still early, I have to go and see.
Thinking that the matter might be related to him, Liang Qu went to Uncle Chen's house to borrow a wooden barrel, wrapped the big demon feather with wet linen, stuffed it into the wooden barrel full of water, and hurried to Pingyang Town.
Whether it was the dinner party in the evening or to find his senior brothers to see what the big demon feather was for, he had to go to the town today.
The matter was urgent. Liang Qu walked the sixteen miles in just two and a half minutes. He pricked up his ears on the street.
"I heard that he was a martial artist. He died in a dilapidated temple. It's terrible."
"That's not right. The news I heard was that he was just a martial artist, but he would become a martial artist after breaking through the three levels. ”
“Anyway, he is not an ordinary person. He died so tragically. His entire abdominal cavity was hollowed out. I heard from the coroner that he might have been eaten by some monster. It was definitely not done by a human.”
“Monster, no way. Then we are in trouble. Will it eat us?”
“You are skin and bones. Even monsters find you annoying.”
Every teahouse and foot shop is talking about the death of Lu Shaohui.
Liang Qu stopped a tea doctor: “Hey, man, I want to ask, in which dilapidated temple did the Lu Wushi you mentioned die? Can you point the way?”
The tea doctor asked with a smile: “Would you like a cup of tea, sir?”
“No need for tea. I am in a hurry.” Liang Qu handed over five coins.
“Thank you.” The tea doctor put the money into his saddlebag with a smile, and took Liang Qu to the street, pointing to the distance, “Look over there. Do you see the Huang’s cloth shop?”
“Yes.” "
"Take the path behind Huang's cloth shop, about two miles away, you will see a wide dirt road, which is the bluestone road in front of the temple. The bluestone slabs were removed and left. Just walk along the road for a quarter of an hour and you will arrive."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Come for tea often when you have time."
Liang Qu did not go to the dilapidated temple. He turned and went to his third brother's shop. Brother Lu's blacksmith shop was just on the way to Huang's cloth shop, so he went to ask what the big demon feather was used for.
"Brother Lu!"
"Brother Liang? Why are you here now? Did you change your mind and change the style of the gun head?"
"No, I went out fishing last night and found something that was quite hot, so I thought of asking Brother Lu to help me see what it was."
"Hot?"
Lu Gang saw the linen in Liang Qu's hand and got up from the stove: "Come on, follow me into the house. "
In the quiet room.
Lu Gang closed the door and took the sackcloth bag handed by Liang Qu. When his palm could still feel the burning sensation through the wet sackcloth, he looked surprised: "It's really hot."
"Hehe."
Liang Qu helped to lift the sackcloth, and the high temperature emitted by the golden red feathers distorted the air.
Lu Gang's pupils shrank slightly: "Red Fire Mourning Feather?"
"Brother Lu, do you know it?"
Lu Gang turned back subconsciously,
and asked in a low voice after seeing the door closed: "Where did you get this?"
Liang Qu told the story of the two monsters fighting the night before and the process of discovering the bird feather the next day, but he changed the discovery of the two beasts to his own discovery of the bird feathers by fishing.
"Brother Liang, I don't know how to explain your luck." Lu Gang sighed, "Do you know where this Red Bird Mourning Feather came from?"
"How did it come from?"
"I can't tell what kind of monster the big monster in the water is, but the giant fiery bird you mentioned must be the Red Fire Bird.
The Red Firebird has extremely strong vitality. Whenever it encounters fatal danger, it will inject the life essence of its whole body into part of its feathers, scattering them in all directions to escape.
Among that part of feathers, there will be one with the most life essence, and it will use this feather to complete its rebirth, which is somewhat similar to the gecko breaking its tail, except that it breaks its entire body. "
"Then this feather of mine..." Liang Qu looked expectant.
Lu Gang laughed: "Of course it can't be the one that will be reborn, otherwise you and I can't get close to this feather at all."
"Okay."
"Brother Liang, don't be ungrateful. The Red Firebird can only scatter a dozen or twenty feathers at a time. With its size, even if it is not a big head, it is still a very amazing part of life essence. "
"What can it be used for?"
"It can help with cultivation, but I guess it will be difficult for you to absorb the energy inside. The life essence with fire attributes is relatively violent. Unless you are now a martial artist after breaking through the third level, I don't recommend trying.
Moreover, if the energy in the feathers is not replenished, it will be lost quickly, so I suggest that its life energy be channeled out at once and used as charcoal to forge weapons. I am 80% sure that I can add spirituality to the weapons. "
Spiritual weapons?
Liang Qu heard this term for the first time.
"Spiritual weapons are extremely rare, because materials like the Red Fire Mourning Feather are difficult to obtain. An adult Red Fire Bird must be at least a Zhenxiang Realm warrior to go out, and it is not certain that it can be caught, because the Red Fire Bird can fly, and it often takes two or three Zhenxiang Realm warriors to capture it.
The most important feature of spiritual weapons is that they can repair and grow themselves. As long as there are materials of the same origin around them, they can absorb them to repair themselves. A crack the size of a fingernail can be healed in ten days.
Weapons made of good materials will inevitably wear out after a long time. Most warriors who can let you use weapons to fight are at the same level, and they will not use bad weapons. It is easy to have cracks when they collide with each other.
Like your fourth senior brother, he has asked me to exchange countless swords, and he is always stingy when paying."
Lu Gang, who always speaks steadily, rarely has a fluctuating tone.
"Then use it to make my spear."
Liang Qu made a prompt decision. It was difficult for him to hold this thing with his bare hands, let alone absorb the energy inside. It is better to strike while the iron is hot than to waste it.
It was a lucky find, so I can't expect too much. It's worth it to exchange for a spiritual weapon.
"Okay, I'll prepare it as soon as possible. Brother Liang, please sit down first."
"No, I have something else to do. I'll go out for a while and come back later."
"That's fine."
"By the way, does Brother Lu Gang know Brother Lu Shaohui?"
"Brother Lu Gang? I have some impression of him. Is he from our martial arts school? Is he a martial artist of the second level?"
Lu Gang thought about it. He makes a living by forging iron, so he basically doesn't need to go to the martial arts school to work and make money, so he doesn't know much about him and has a vague impression.
"Yes, but since Brother Lu is not familiar with him, forget it."
"What happened?"
"He died."
