I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Lin Meng withdrew his palm from the sword mound, looking for the reputation, only to see a figure, a small furnace, a casting table, and a weapon incompatible with the surrounding weapon mound without any weapon inserted not far away. Xiaofenbao, I had never seen these before.

The man wore a linen fence commonly seen on folk casters. He was tall and burly, with muscular knots on his naked arms, and a tall nose on his face, with curly short hair and beard. The connected circle of beards is also curly, and looks like a foreigner outside the northern border.

Lin Meng and the three people immediately realized that the man who suddenly appeared in front of him was the master of this place, the sage of heavenly work, and the three hurried forward to see him.

"The junior has seen a saint!"

"Well, you solved the puzzle on the door?"

The sage Tiangong stopped the hammer in his hand, responded indifferently and looked at the enlightenment among the three.

"It's the little monk!"

Zhengjue heard that he stepped forward and bowed his hands again, with a little triumph on his face. It is a rare honor to be praised by the saint.

"In this case, you can get a good fortune of this seat, just say what you want, whether it is you want this seat to cast for you or ask for some saint secret magic, as long as you don’t let this seat kill or kill for you. It is to help you deal with other saints, or to bring the dead back to life and other outrageous things. The rest is OK but it doesn't matter."

The sage Tiangong glanced at Zhengjue faintly, his tone seemed to be inattentive, and Zhengjue didn’t care. He moved forward with a shy face and smiled, and took out the drawings in his arms. Look at Heavenly Saints.

He is a great saint, with great strength, and the number one master caster in all ages. It is not to say that he is a little sloppy towards himself and other people in the world, and it is normal to ignore other saints.

"Senior Sage, you see, this is a newly developed firearm named Gatling by the little monk. If it can reach a speed of three thousand six hundred revolutions per breath, the power is amazing. The furnace god in Luxiang is not sure that it can make three thousand. Six hundred revolutions, I wonder if the saint has this certainty?"

"Three thousand six hundred revolutions per breath?"

The sage of Tiangong was also surprised when he heard this, raised his eyebrows and looked suspiciously at the smiling Zhengjue monk, and then looked down at the drawing in his hand.

This number even the Tiangong Saint, who is the number one master of casters in the ages, is quite surprised, but the Saint is a Saint after all, unlike the furnace god who immediately changed his face.

The sage of Tiangong lowered his head to ponder the drawing for a while before pinching his chin and nodding slightly.

"Hmm... not bad! If you can make every part structure to the utmost precision and perfection according to the drawings, theoretically one breath of 3,600 revolutions can indeed be achieved. You can rest assured of this. , Go out and wait. One day later, I will send you the finished product. It is definitely exactly the same as your drawing, a firearm with a breath of 3,600 revolutions!"

The sage of Tiangong swears that the world’s first master caster, Lu Shen, is not sure to make such a fine part to reach 3,600 revolutions per breath, but his first caster master Tiangong has full confidence, as long as the drawings are not available. There is no problem in theory, there is nothing he can't do.

Zhengjue immediately became excited and his eyes brightened, and he quickly praised:

"Senior is worthy of being the first master caster in all ages, and his methods are far superior to that of the furnace god. It's just that although the furnace god is not sure to make a firearm with this breath of 3,600 revolutions, he also agreed to try to make one. Do. The little monk is here to meet the saint, mainly to ask the saint to improve and streamline the production process of this firearm, and it is best to meet the standards that can be mass-produced."

Zhengjue that this boastful sage nodded slightly is quite helpful, but when he heard that the production process of this firearm was to be streamlined and improved to a standard that can be mass-produced, the face of the sage was like that of a furnace god. Even if the brush is green.

What a joke!Hundreds of parts of this new firearm are all new things, and each standard needs to be extremely accurate, and the process is extremely cumbersome.

Zhengjue saw that the sage of Tiangong's complexion was not very good, and he was a little unsure, scratched his bald head and asked in a low voice.

"If the predecessors find it really difficult, just make a perfect finished product. As for the improvement of the process, the little monk will look for the ghostsmith in the future. I heard that the predecessor is best at forging weapons but is not good at ingenuity. That ghostsmith is the best at the partial method of organ inscriptions."

The sage of Tiangong glared his eyes as soon as he heard it, and he shrank his neck in fright and dared not look at him.

Don't these words say that his natural casting method is not as good as the ghostsmith?How can this work!

The caster is so arrogant that even the saints can't avoid the vulgarity. If he doesn't agree, wouldn't he admit that he is incompetent? Tiangong, the first caster master in ancient and modern times, is actually inferior to the ghostsmith in casting skills!

Zhengjue's words forced him to agree, but as a saint who has lived in the world for millions of years, he is older and more refined than those who live long in the world, and he is very shrewd in his heart. Under the steps, he hummed.

"Everyone has their own strengths. This seat may be a bit inferior to the ghosts in the art of ingenuity and other partial methods, but it is not impossible to streamline your firearm casting process to the point where it can be mass-produced. "

"It's just that this seat has promised you to forge you a firearm that can reach three thousand six hundred revolutions of breath. Your good fortune this time has ended. This seat will not agree to your other requirements. Now you can go. Up."

Sage Tiangong's words not only saved himself the trouble of not having to agree to Zhengjue, but also saved himself the face of being the first master caster in ancient and modern times, and directly persuaded Zhengjue to leave.

Zhengjue was still unwilling, oh after scratching his head, tentatively asked:

"Dare to ask senior, can the little monk pass another test to accomplish this?"

"Huh, that's natural!"

The sage of Tiangong snorted in disdain, and did not take this matter to heart at all. However, Zhengjue was as joyful as having obtained a treasure, and he repeatedly bowed to the sage of Tiangong.

"Thank you senior! The little monk will go now!"

After talking about Zhengjue, he rushed to the doorway without delay.

Seeing Zhengjue out of the door, the heavenly man snorted softly.

"Hmph, the puzzle on the door can count your luck if you get the right one time, and you want to get the second good fortune of this seat the second time, foolish dreams!"

Afterwards, the Saint Tiangong put aside the drawings left by Zhengjue, turned his head and looked at Lin Meng, his expression suddenly became serious.

Feeling pressured, Lin Meng swallowed silently, but still stared at the heavenly saint in front of him with scorching eyes.

Thinking of the truth is right in front of him, Lin Meng's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit.

Just listen to the sage Tiangong speak in a deep voice:

"Presumably you are Shijue Na..."

"Rumble..."