Chapter 142: Refining the Divine Bow

Tang Ao sprinted swiftly, his legs swayed quickly, and the outline was almost invisible, and a huge billow of smoke rose up behind him, running alone, it felt like a thousand horses!
"Damn! I knew I was going to have a horse! The dozens of miles were over!" Tang Ao panted a little, and ran for nearly a hundred miles in one breath, leaving no one to bear.
"Finally here!" A small town with tall buildings appeared in front of him and gradually appeared on the horizon, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Stepping into Song Hetong’s workshop, he yelled carelessly,
Old man Song, the deity’s mission is complete, you should fulfill your promise.

"Master Tang! Master has been waiting for a long time! Please come with me!" The boss took Tang Ao around the hall and came to a small thatched cottage.
"Master, bring it Tang Ao!"
"Okay! Tang Xiaozi, come in!" Song Hetong's old voice came from the inner room. Compared with the weak and old people he saw that day, it looked more powerful.
Tang Ao was curious about the equipment in the small cottage, and as soon as he stepped into it, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
A man with white hair is holding a hammer the size of a human head and beating a piece of reddish raw material on the anvil; his muscles swell and swell regularly with the rise and fall of the hammer, and his upper body is sweating like rain. Against the red color of the cast iron furnace, it appears that the man is stronger and stronger.
Who is Song Hetong?
"Song, Master?" Tang Ao was a little surprised with doubts in his eyes. Who would have thought that the big man in front of him was the old man who was dying in the lobby that day and was about to die.
"Hehe! Tang boy, you did a good job." Song Hetong boasted about Tang Ao, with a hint of love in his eyes.
"Back then, when the old man was leaving, he broke into the Huang family alone. He wanted to end the hatred he had accumulated for many years, but after thinking about it, he killed all the strong ancestors of the Huang family, leaving behind a group of weak Huang family members. I want to take this to give Xin'er a chance to sharpen."
"I have seen Xin'er's growth over the past few years. She has learned a lot from the struggle with the Huang Family, and she has been able to bear the burden of the family. It is only recently that the Huang Family has colluded with the Heavenly Star Saint Sect and wanted to do one thing. I subverted the Bai family, so I sent you there to test you by the way."
"Um!" Tang Ao heard it with a black line, how could there be a granddaughter who exercised her so much and deliberately raised a tiger. Fortunately, the background of the Huang family was robbed by Song Hetong once, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with it by himself.
"Don't gossip! When do you plan to practice the bow? What materials do you have? I have the flesh and inner alchemy of some alien beasts. If I can't, I will hunt some more." Tang Ao looked a little impatient.
"Hey! Even if you let you go, you won't have that ability!" Song Hetong raised his eyebrows.
"what?"
"Long Jin!"
"Uh!" Tang Ao was speechless again. If he wanted to talk about the boa constrictor, he could try his luck and kill one. Even Tang Ao, a Jiaolong one level lower than the dragon, had never seen him in his life, and besides, he was not strong enough, so he was going to die.
"Your life soul is the soul of the sun-shooting arrow, and only the bow of the sun can exert its true power in the world. Only the dragon tendons are the strings, and the refined bows and arrows have such power, and only the dragon tendons can withstand the collapse of the sky and the earth. With such power, opening a bow will destroy the world." Song Hetong looked up with a bit of admiration, recalling something.
"Has anyone in the world refined it? Has it succeeded?" Tang Ao swallowed and asked.
"Yes! Only one person succeeded in refining. After shooting the nine golden crows, there was no news, and even the sun-shooting bow was gone. The old man traveled around the world to find a method for refining the sun-shooting bow. Found the most critical step here."
"The most critical step? Isn't it looking for Longjin?" Tang Ao was very curious, and Song Hetong's storytelling summary successfully raised his appetite.
"No! It's water!" Song Hetong said, "The sun-shooting bow must be tempered and cooled by the world's coldest water for thousands of years and ice springs, so that the bow is tough and elastic, so that it can withstand the repeated opening and closing of great power. This water, the old man searched all over the world but could not find it, but found a similar substitute here. The age is only a few thousand years, which is far below the standard for refining a divine bow."
"That's why you abandon Bai Lianxin and come here? I thought you had a good time with an old woman and didn't want to leave!" Tang Ao was speechless, and he didn't even want to refining tools at home. Up.
"Oh! By the way! Bai Lianxin is on the way, saying to find you to practice well." Tang Ao told Song Hetong the news of Bai Lianxin.
"Hey! It's okay! It's more practical to put it next to me." When referring to Bai Lianxin, Song Hetong's love and smile on his face, then his face turned and he solemnly said to Tang Ao, "I will open the furnace and forge iron later. Control the fire for me on the side, and when you strike the iron for a while, you have to go underground for me to hit a cylinder of thousand-year-old ice spring."
"I, I, I rely on!" Tang Ao was blindfolded for an instant, "How come I did it? I'm not a coolie."
Unexpectedly, Song Hetong smiled and said mysteriously, "You can rest assured, your benefits are indispensable."
"Huh?" Tang Ao ghostly listened to Song Hetong's words, took off his shirt, revealing a lean but muscular body, "It's just a stove and a fire. You have so many apprentices, they can't do it?"
"Of course not, they don't have "Tianmu Jue"!" The old man seemed to mention this inadvertently, watching Tang Ao's movements from the corner of his eye.
When Tang Aoyi heard the three words "Tianmu Jue", he was full of excitement, and then smiled gently, "As expected of a master, well-informed!"
"Hey! The practice of "Tianmu Jue" has always appeared together with the bow and arrow shooting the sun. There are records in the books. It is not surprising that I can know." Song Hetong explained a little bit, and began to prepare the equipment for refining the bow.
"Yes! As soon as I absorbed the Sun-Shooting Arrow Soul, Liuhejing passed down the "Tianmu Jue". It seems that this is not all a coincidence, and I have to explore the Liuhejing for another day." Tang Ao muttered and started. Seriously blow up the bellows and burn the stove.
"In refining bow tires, the important thing is to control the refining temperature. When the impurities are separated and the material is already pure, when it is about to boil and roll, all you have to do is to grasp such a moment, high to reduce the fire, low to increase. Fire." Song Hetong smiled and looked at his flushed face, "This is to exercise your control of multiple qi, as long as you learn it, you will accurately grasp the degree of vitality use in future duels, without causing waste. The phenomenon."
"Really?" Tang Ao was a little unbelievable. Ever since he entered the hut, he felt that he had been being fooled, from the fire to the underground to fetch water, like a coolie.