The next day has just passed.

Li Xiuyuan was watching Wei Qing chopping firewood in the kitchen backyard. He ignored his yelling and sat on a stool nearby and smiled: "The snow is getting heavier and heavier!"

Wei Qing touched his arm and waist and shouted, "My arm is getting more and more painful!"

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "You haven't practiced yet, but when you are almost done, it won't hurt. The way you want to find the hatchet is how your arms feel."

"What does that feel like?" Wei Qing looked at him and asked.

"It's like your hands feel longer and you can cut wherever you want!" Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said seriously.

Wei Qing looked up at him, smiled and asked, "What if I can't cut it?"

Li Xiuyuan glared at him: "That means you haven't practiced enough yet, so continue chopping firewood and chop more firewood!"

"Who is that? I'm here to pick you up!" While the two were talking, the voice of the fat Chu Feng came from the door.

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but said: "It's so snowy, why don't you hide in the house and sleep a little longer."

The little fat man glared at him and said with a smile: "It's very quiet during this heavy snowfall. No one will disturb us. Let's go quickly."

Li Xiuyuan looked at Wei Qing and said, "After you chop off your mouth today, go back. The teacher seems to have prepared some body-tempering liquid for you. Go back and soak it, and you won't feel any pain when you wake up tomorrow morning."

The little fat man glanced at Wei Qing and asked slyly: "You are so young, who are you? How come I haven't seen you before?"

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he reached out and glanced at him, and said with a smile: "This is my junior brother, do you want to bully him?"

"I'm just asking, how can a big person bully a small one? Let's go." After finishing speaking, the little fat man took Li Xiuyuan's hand and walked out.

The two of them walked and chatted all the way, and soon arrived at the Weapon Refining Pavilion.

As the little fat man said, it was snowing and even the elders who were guarding didn't come. Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said with a smile, "How are we going to get in? The door isn't even opened..."

Who knew that the little fat man flashed the key in his hand and said with a smile: "When my uncle came home, I asked him to borrow it. Isn't it great?"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him blankly and smiled: "That's okay, aren't you afraid?"

"Come in quickly?" The little fat man opened the door and pulled Li Xiuyuan inside.

When Li Xiuyuan entered the Weapon Refining Pavilion, he was deeply shocked when he looked at the casting stations. With these casting stations, he hoped that the rust on his iron sword would be removed.

"Why is there no fire here?" Li Xiuyuan looked at the little fat man and murmured.

"You look like a country bumpkin at first glance! Of course you use ore. The ore here is much more powerful than the legendary ground fire." The little fat man gave Li Xiuyuan a disgusted look.

"You go blow the bellows, and I'll light a stove for you to try." The little fat man knew that Li Xiuyuan wanted to try his iron sword.

Li Xiuyuan nodded. The two of them chose a stove and added firewood and ore to it. The little fat man took out the firewood and lit the firewood in the stove. Li Xiuyuan gently pulled the bellows.

"Hoo ho!"

The bellows blew gently, the wood in the stove was lit, and the ore gradually burned.

"Little fat man, is your nose a dog?" Li Xiuyuan looked at him and asked.

"What do you mean?" the little fat man looked at Li Xiuyuan nervously and asked.

"Smell what good things I have on me besides magic talismans!" Li Xiuyuan didn't believe the little fat man.

The little fat man was startled, jumped away and exclaimed: "Damn it, do you really think I am a dog?"

Li Xiuyuan stared at him and asked seriously: "Tell me, how did you know that I have a magic talisman on me?"

The little fat man couldn't explain himself when he saw it, so he could only reply: "I told my father at home that the marriage team in Tianfeng Kingdom was chased by the devil Jun Yuanyou, and more people disappeared. Later, I heard that the dean saved a

Guys come back..."

"So it's you who deceived me?" Li Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who knew you were so honest? You did it even before I tried my best!" The little fat man looked at him and laughed.

And he could also try it out to see if Li Xiuyuan was the guy who was knocked off the cliff by Jun Buyou, but he didn't expect that he would actually meet him.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the fire that was gradually burning, looked at the little fat man and smiled: "Come here and pull it for me. I will try to remove the rust from the iron sword."

"No problem, don't forget what you promised me!" The little fat man shook his head and walked away. He took the bellows from Li Xiuyuan's hand and pulled it hard.

Li Xiuyuan stretched out his palm, and the iron sword appeared in his hand. Then he put the iron sword into the furnace with dancing light. He looked at the little fat man and smiled and said: "Control the fire, don't make the sword melt."

I saw the iron sword emitting bursts of red light in the blazing furnace, the gravel burning with blue flames and beeping, and the temperature around the two people instantly rose a lot.

Li Xiuyuan was afraid that the iron sword would be destroyed, so he took it out within a short time of burning and quenched it in the water tank next to it.

Just listen to the sound of "hiss!"

When he picked up the iron sword and took a closer look, he saw that the rust was still the same as the iron sword, and the iron sword had not changed at all.

"What a fool! I said you are this divine sword! This ore is hotter than the fire in my house. My old uncle always forges long swords in the academy and never uses the fire at home."

The little fat man took the iron sword from Li Xiuyuan's hand, put it in his hand and flicked it gently. He only heard a "buzz!" sound like a dragon in the sky, and the entire weapon refining hall was echoed by the sound of the sword!

Li Xiuyuan took the iron sword, glanced at the little fat man, and said in a solemn voice: "I'll try again, this god can't get rid of all the rust!"

When the little fat man heard this, he stopped talking. He just threw two more pieces of ore into the stove, and then pulled the bellows hard.

"Try again, if it doesn't work, stop. I heard from my old uncle that the Excalibur will protect itself when it encounters special circumstances. Maybe this sword will do it."

The little fat man said while pulling the bellows.

I saw the violent firepower directly impacting the iron sword, and the deep sound was like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger. Before the two of them could speak again, there was only a sound of "Boom!" and the iron sword flew up from the raging flames.

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The unprepared Li Xiuyuan was hit in the chest by the hilt of the iron sword. He flew out with a groan and fell to the ground two feet away. The iron sword also fell to the ground quietly, with the faint fire on the sword shining.

As if to warn him, don't mess with me! I don't need tempering!

Li Xiuyuan got up from the ground. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. He patted his body gently, and then fell into deep thought, thinking about the origin of the iron sword.

Since I can't practice, I have no choice but to give up.

The little fat man looked at him and laughed loudly: "You are seeking death. Why would you make a good iron sword? The rust on this sword is so beautiful. It will scare you to death when you take it out!"

Li Xiuyuan glared at him and asked, "What weapon do you use? Do you have any materials? I will help my junior brother forge a long sword in a few days."

Yesterday, I had a discussion with Master and Wei Qing, and finally decided to find a knife for Wei Qing to practice with.

Li Xiuyuan failed to temper the iron sword for the first time, but he did not give up. Instead, he was aroused to be a little stubborn. He decided to read more books and find a way to deal with Wei Qing's long sword first before considering his own iron sword.

sword.

The two chatted for a while, and gradually saw that the fire in the stove was getting smaller. Li Xiuyuan looked at the little fat man and asked, "Is there a place to store books? I want to learn how to forge swords."

"Come with me!" the little fat man said and led Li Xiuyuan towards the back.

"This is the place where my old uncle practices practice. You can't damage his books. He will kill me when he comes back."

The little fat man pointed at the full bookshelf, looked at Li Xiu and warned.

"Don't worry, I'm just taking a look and copying it once at most." Li Xiuyuan waved his hand, looked at him and smiled.

In the next seven days, Li Xiuyuan devoted almost all his energy to studying the art of casting. Even the meal was brought by the little fat man from the canteen for him.

There was no elder guarding the gate here. Li Xiuyuan even slept here at night and asked the little fat man to go back to the bamboo house to tell the master about his affairs. The little fat man only stayed with him for two days and stopped caring about him.

In addition to books, there are piles of ore here. As for the materials for making weapons, a group of elders have long hidden them. The two of them have never seen even a piece of iron.

On the fifth day, even the little fat man had to admire Li Xiuyuan's perseverance and persistence.

"I said you are really a hard-working person. It seems that the academy has a successor."

The little fat man looked at Li Xiuyuan, who was lying in his old uncle's study in his clothes and reading, and said with great emotion.

From the time he first entered Shushan to later becoming addicted to it, Li Xiuyuan continued, and this continued until the evening of the sixth day, when finally there were some changes.

The young man in the study was once again in a state of embarrassment. Only his pair of black eyes were still shining with flying spirit. His face was solemn at this time, and the book in his hand seemed to be turned into a sharp sword, trying to kill him.

Toward the void.

He felt that if there was a piece of sword-making material around him at this time, he could start a furnace and make a sword.

"I want to turn on the furnace! Chu Feng, where are you!" In the early morning of the seventh day, Li Xiuyuan put down the book in his hand and shouted.

The little fat man who was walking in carrying a food box looked at Li Xiuyuan with a look of surprise on his face. He saw a look of confidence on Li Xiuyuan's face.

"Do you have the materials to make a sword?!" Li Xiuyuan looked at him and laughed.

"No, there is one fate. All the materials are in my uncle's hands."

The little fat man put the food box on the table, spread his hands and looked at him and replied innocently.

Li Xiuyuan cleaned up and walked out of the room, thinking that he would come back to clean it tomorrow. He had been studying the casting technique without sleep and food these days, which made him very tired.

"If you find good materials, I can try to make a long sword for you," Li Xiuyuan slowed down his voice and gently opened the food box.

The little fat man looked at him and sighed, and said: "Even if I had the materials, I would definitely go to my uncle. You haven't even entered the door, how can you help me make a sword?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him, frowned slightly, and said: "I'm going to tell you now, don't say I won't help you when the time comes! This book says that if you want to forge a good sword, there is no need

It won’t take a year and a half.”

The little fat man gave a bitter smile. He also knew that forging swords was troublesome, but there was nothing he could do about it. Who dared to believe you if you hadn't even touched a hammer?

"I say, you should ask Master for materials first." The little fat man looked at him with twinkling eyes and said, "Master has stayed in the academy for so long, so he will definitely have some good materials!"

In his opinion, as long as Li Xiuyuan helped Wei Qing cast the sword, it would not be too late for him to ask his uncle for the materials. But he never expected that by the time Li Xiuyuan cast Wei Qing's long sword, it would be no longer his turn.

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"I gave you a chance, don't regret it in the future." Li Xiuyuan said with a smile.

The little fat man smiled at Li Xiuyuan and asked in a solemn voice: "You have stayed here for seven days, how many days have you read Guan Tian's casting books, and how many casting techniques have you learned?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and chuckled: "I've almost finished reading them all. I can only cast them if they are in the book!"
Chapter completed!