Family Cultivation: My Comprehension Can Be Stored

Copper Mountains.

Fireroom.

Chen Xianhe stared at the gigantic monster with a height of several feet and a diameter of one foot in front of him, and couldn't help being stunned.

What's even more strange is that, judging from the vague aura emanating from this huge monster, this thing is actually a magic weapon.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xianhe turned his head to look at Chen Daoxuan beside him, and couldn't help but said: "You just said that this thing called Rongling Furnace can help you refine spirit mines?"

"right!"

Chen Daoxuan nodded affirmatively, "To be precise, the Furnace Furnace can not only help refiners refine spirit ores, but also doesn't need monks to control it, only a few mortals can control it!"

Hearing this, Chen Xianhe suddenly lost his composure.

It is unimaginable enough to help a refiner to refine spiritual ore. This thing does not need to be manipulated by monks. This is not unimaginable, but shocking.

If it is as Chen Daoxuan said, then the significance of this magic weapon is too great.

Although Chen Xianhe failed to become a craftsman, he had studied the inheritance of family crafts in his early years, and he still knew some basic knowledge of crafts.

He knew that in the process of refining some low-level instruments, refining materials was often the most time-consuming and labor-intensive.

If a few mortals and a furnace can solve the problem of refining spirit ore, then the speed of refining weapons will be greatly accelerated by the refiner.

Such a simple truth, as the patriarch of the Chen family on Shuanghu Island, he could easily see it.

Seeing Uncle Thirteen's suspicious expression, Chen Daoxuan didn't talk nonsense, and immediately operated it in front of him.

Four hours later.

"Because of the closed nature of the spirit furnace, it can smelt spirit ore faster than the heat-gathering array directly used by the refiner. It usually takes three days to refine the red copper ore, but now it only takes four hours to complete it. .”

Chen Daoxuan said while operating the second joystick to remove the crimson liquid mass from the melting furnace.

Although Chen Xianhe is not a craftsman, he can still feel the rich aura emanating from the crimson liquid in front of him.

He then photographed the crimson liquid ball in front of him, blinked, looked at the red liquid ball, and then at the Furnace Furnace, his old face turned redder and redder, and finally he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!

After half a cup of tea, Chen Xianhe's laughter stopped.

As if realizing that he lost his composure in front of his nephew, Chen Xianhe couldn't help but blush a little, but soon, this emotion was forgotten by him.

"Daoxuan, how much does it cost to refine this melting furnace?"

Seeing the serious expression on Chen Xianhe's face, Chen Daoxuan couldn't help saying seriously: "To the patriarch, two materials are needed to refine the melting furnace, iron ore and silver moonstone. Iron ore is worthless, and the main cost is silver moonstone."

He paused, "The stove in front of me has consumed a total of thirty-nine catties of silver moon stones. If it is replaced by spirit stones, it would cost about 195 spirit stones."

Although Silver Moon Stone is the same first-order spirit mine as Red Copper Mine, its price is much higher than Red Copper Mine, reaching five spirit stones per catty, mainly because the reserves of Silver Moon Stone in Wanxinghai are relatively low.

Of course, as the Qianyuan Sword Sect has continued to launch wars against the Izumo Kingdom over the years and plundered a large amount of resources from the Izumo Kingdom, the price of Silver Moon Stone has also continued to decrease.

If you really think about it, the most common and cheapest spiritual ore in Wanxinghai is neither silver moonstone nor red copper ore, but a first-order spiritual ore called black iron.

This thing is not only abundant in Wanxinghai, but also in Xianyunzhou's world of cultivating immortals.

As a result, many low-level monks who don't know how to refine weapons and can't afford to buy magic weapons often use black iron as a "magic weapon" after rough refining, which is just ridiculous.

"195 spirit stones are cheap, not expensive."

Chen Xianhe stroked his goatee and said with a smile.

He knew in his heart that the mere 195 spirit stones were nothing compared to the help to the refiner.

Chen Daoxuan, who was standing by the side, shook his head when he heard this, and said, "Ahem, patriarch, 195 spirit stones are just the cost of this furnace, and you haven't calculated the cost of building the fire chamber?"

Hearing this, Chen Xianhe was taken aback.

"Why do you want to build a fire room? Doesn't the family have this fire room?"

Hearing that Chen Daoxuan was going to build an underground fire room, Chen Xianhe suddenly lost his composure.

Chen Xianhe couldn't understand how expensive the construction cost of the fire chamber was, because it was in his hands that the fire chamber was built.

Back then, it took more than 2,000 spirit stones to build it.

Seeing Chen Xianhe's appearance of an iron rooster, Chen Daoxuan's mind moved slightly. Seeing Uncle Thirteen's expression, it seems that there are still a lot of stocks in the family!

Thinking of this, Chen Daoxuan said calmly: "Patriarch, although this ground fire room is good, it is too small.

Moreover, there are many unreasonable things in the original layout, such as the heat-gathering formation here, with the melting furnace, the heat-gathering formation is useless, and here."

Chen Daoxuan counted the shortcomings of the ground fire room in front of him bit by bit.

It wasn't until the end that Chen Xianhe's old face turned pale, and Chen Daoxuan stopped embarrassingly.

"snort!"

Chen Xianhe snorted, "Is the underground fire room I built really that bad?"

Seeing that Uncle Thirteen had a bad expression, Chen Daoxuan immediately shook his head like a rattle and said, "You can't say that, but with the Spirit Furnace, this ground fire room is really not very practical.

And Thirteenth Uncle, if you think about it carefully, if you want to maximize the efficiency of a craftsman's refining magic weapon, at least one craftsman must be equipped with four to five melting furnaces.

Looking at it now, our underground fire room can still barely fit, but what about more refiners born in the family in the future? Is this space enough? "

Hearing this, Chen Xianhe said unhappily: "There are only two of us monks in the family now, and you are thinking of giving birth to a lot of craftsmen. No one in the Zhou family dares to think about it!"

"hey-hey!"

Seeing Chen Daoxuan giggling there, Chen Xianhe became thoughtful.

a long time.

He looked at Chen Daoxuan solemnly, and said, "Come with me."

Chen Xianhe and Chen Daoxuan flew towards Chen Xianhe's cave, one behind the other.

Less than a stick of incense time.

The two landed in front of the cave.

Along the way, Chen Xianhe didn't say a word, Chen Daoxuan vaguely knew what Chen Xianhe was going to do, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Walk into the cave.

The two turned around and stopped in front of a stone wall made of broken dragon stones.

Chen Xianhe looked at the jade-like Broken Dragon Stone, and said thoughtfully: "My Chen family has been based on Shuanghu Island for 273 years since our ancestor Chen Dengyuan. Do you know that the reason why our Chen family can What is it that continues to this day?"

Chen Xianhe turned around and looked at Chen Daoxuan.

Chen Daoxuan thought for a while, then shook his head.

"My Chen family has been able to stand for three hundred years, relying on the spirit of the ancestors who did not hesitate to fight and sacrifice for the sake of the younger generations of the family! It is thanks to the inheritance of the younger generations of the family to the ancestors' hard work and sacrifice!"

Chen Xianhe raised his head slightly: "Entering the Immortal Dao, blessing future generations, in the past three hundred years, I, the Chen family, have done it!"

At this moment, Chen Xianhe thought of the eldest brother who died generously on the battlefield, the seventh brother who risked his life to protect his youngest brother, and the ancestors who sacrificed their lives for the sake of the family generation after generation!

Infected by Chen Xianhe's sadness, Chen Daoxuan couldn't help but fell silent.

Although he knew that the Chen family was in decline, Chen Xianhe had been doing his best to shield him from the wind and rain all these years, until his stature was hunched and his temples were pale.

This kind of kindness, but any individual, will not be indifferent.

"Thirteen Uncles, Daoxuan must carry on the legacy of his ancestors in this life, and live up to his predecessors and future generations!"

Chen Daoxuan said firmly.

Hearing this, Chen Xianhe stared at him with red eyes, and finally nodded heavily: "My Chen family is lucky to have a junior like you!"