A few days later.

The fishing village became lively because Mu Xing was recruited by the "Tianfu Academy" as a martial artist and became a warrior in the future. Whether it was killing monsters to make money, or joining some families, mercenary groups or martial arts halls, he could make a lot of money.

This day.

Mu Xing came to the blacksmith shop as usual, and he was carrying a gourd wine in his hand.

In ten years, he has grown from a four or five-year-old child to a teenager. His dark skin, strong body and firm eyes have also been much taller.

"Uncle Zhuo, I'll come to see you." Mu Xing walked into the blacksmith shop and shook the wine gourd in his hand with a smile.

He has liked to come to the blacksmith shop since he was a child. If he didn't want to be a warrior, he would rather work as a blacksmith here with Uncle Zhuo, because every time he watches Zhuo Bufan's blacksmiths seriously, he feels it is a visual enjoyment.

Compared to ten years ago, Mu Xing felt that Uncle Zhuo's face had changed a lot like his father, but Uncle Zhuo's ironwork was getting better and better.

"Uncle, take a break and let me enjoy two things." Mu Xing rubbed his hands and said excitedly.

"Okay, let me come, I'll have a rest." Zhuo Bufan handed the hammer to Mu Xing, then sat next to him with a wine gourd, and helped him pull the bellows. The flames in the stove burned, making the simple blacksmith shop red.

Mu Xing rolled up his sleeves and exposed his strong arms and muscles. He held the iron pliers in his left hand and the hammer in his right hand. His hands cooperated well, one after another, and the jingling sounds continued, and the iron fire burst out, like clusters of fireworks.

"The speed is too fast... slow down, we need to cooperate with each other and have a tacit understanding." Zhuo Bufan looked at it and commented.

Soon, Mu Xing was so tired that he was sweating heavily, his face was flushed, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Uncle Zhuo, I want to go to the 'Talent Academy' to practice. I guess it will take many years to come back. I can't see you hitting the iron. You can call me another iron to see." Mu Xing stopped and looked at Zhuo Bufan in anticipation.

"Okay, uncle will demonstrate it to you again." Zhuo Bufan stood up and beat iron for more than ten years. He was already a mature blacksmith.

"Iron-making seems simple, but there are many knowledges. First, you have to choose materials, and the materials are suitable for the utensils you want to make." Zhuo Bufan said, clamping an iron piece and putting it in a burning furnace to calcinate. "Then calcining, calcining, calcining, calcining, it is necessary to grasp the temperature and time of the fire. It is not good to have a long and short time, and it is not suitable to have a high and low temperature."

Quickly place the burned iron block on the iron pier, fix the iron block with the left hand, then swing the hammer with the right hand, and the two hands come and go, and the burned iron block gradually changes shape under the hammer's hammer.

"Continuously pounding the iron blocks to change their shape, you can also temper the impurities in it, and when the temperature drops, you can quench and set it." As he said that, Zhuo Bufan clamped the iron block and put it into the water, hissing the white smoke rises, and then continues to put it in the stove to calcinate.

"You must also pay attention to quenching. It is easy to fold if it is too hard, and it will be too soft and there will be no sharp edges!"

"Only by polishing carefully over and over again, you can fully devote your body and mind to polish what you want."

Mu Xing squatted beside the bellows like when he was a child, concentrating on his mind, staring at Zhuo Bufan's iron-shot movements without blinking. Everything flows through the clouds and waters. Every time he swings the hammer, it seems to be a combination of strength and beauty, and the rapid jingling sound, sometimes it is as exciting as a war horse neighing, making people's blood boil, and sometimes it is as rapid as rain, penetrates into his heart.

In the simple blacksmith shop, sparks are splashing everywhere.

Another winter.

Thick snow was piled up outside the blacksmith shop, and Mu Xing left the fishing village and went to the "Talent Academy" to practice.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...

Zhuo Bufan continued to make iron in the iron shop, but what he forged was a long spear. The material of the spear was the "Star Meteorite" exchanged by Zhuo Bufan with "Daoyuan Points". The material was tough. He beat it over and over again, and according to what he thought, every time he beat it, he was united in his mind and completely devoted himself to it.

Ten years later.

Mu Xing was twenty-four years old and became a general. He had excellent grades in school and joined the Kyushu Martial Arts Hall to become a real warrior.

After making money, Mu Xing came back and took his parents to the city. Originally, Mu Xing also wanted to take Zhuo Bufan to live with him, but Zhuo Bufan refused. He still stayed in the fishing village and continued his life as a smacking man.

On the day when Mu Xing was 30 years old, he came to the fishing village with a beautiful girl with a pair of purple grapes.

"Xiaowei, I lived here when I was a child. I went fishing with my father. I recognized all kinds of fish, but my favorite thing was to see Uncle Zhuo make a fuss."

The girl's name is "Han Wei" and Mu Xing's classmate. The two of them became emotional when they were students. They are now married and have children, and the child is just one month old.

"Uncle Zhuo, I'll come to see you." Mu Xing carried a pot of wine and took his wife into the simple iron shop.

Han Wei is a kind girl. She did not show any contempt because of this simple and narrow place. Instead, she shouted sweetly: "Uncle Zhuo, my name is Han Wei. I often hear Mu Xing mention you. You took care of him when you were a child."

"I've got married, okay, I haven't forgotten me yet." Zhuo Bufan smiled happily while drinking.

"Uncle Zhuo, how could I forget me? Let me enjoy the pleasure of hitting two irons." Mu Xing picked up the hammer and swung it.

As a warrior, his strength is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhuo Bufan looked at it and said, "It is a good thing to have great strength, but you must learn to control and use it. A brute force cannot compare to the skillful exercise."

"When it comes to ironwork, I definitely can't compare to Uncle Zhuo. Uncle Zhuo, your body is still so tough, and your ironwork skills are getting better and better." Mu Xing enjoyed the process of watching Zhuo Bufan's ironwork.

The year when I was fifty.

Mu Xing has become a peak-level strongman at the Martial King level and a well-known strongman in the Jiuzhou Martial Arts Hall.

Mu Xing gave birth to a son and a daughter, his son was twenty years old and his daughter was eighteen years old. Both of them were good seedlings for cultivation, and Mu Xing’s cultivation has now entered the ‘Talent Academy’ for cultivation.

Because of Mu Xing's growth, the Mu family has become the Mu Mansion, and it is a well-known family in even the city.

In recent years, Mu Xing will return to the small fishing village and make a blacksmith with Zhuo Bufan. However, with the increasing number of things happening, he has not returned to the small fishing village for six years.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of iron thunder in the iron shop suddenly paused. Zhuo Bufan looked like an old man over 80 years old and full of silver hair. There was a black spear on the iron pier, with no patterns on the surface and the spear head was flat and sharp.

"Life and death are destined." Zhuo Bufan murmured, picked up the wine gourd beside him and took a sip, and continued to swing the hammer.

His movements are smooth and natural, with a special beauty and rhythm.

White silk was hung in front of Mu Mansion. Mu Yongsheng died at the age of 79. Lu Yihong had already taken one step three years ago.

"Dad." Mu Xing, who is already fifty years old, knelt on the edge of the bed and kowtowed heavily. He has long been used to life and death when fighting monsters over the years, but his eyes are still red at this moment.
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