Chapter 20: What you see and feel is hammered (this chapter is free)
After Yao Lin left, she went straight to the door of a big house next to Chengbei Street. This big house was exactly the mansion Lu Weier mentioned. It was the property of the Ziyue Sword Sect, because people from the Ziyue Sword Sect came to it all year round.
I came to Holy Light City to do business or purchase things, so I spent a lot of money to buy a large mansion. There are also dedicated people to take care of it on weekdays. People from the Purple Moon Sword Sect can stay here and have a place to stay when they come to Holy Light City.
On the other hand, if anyone else is looking for the Purple Moon Sword Sect, they can find it here instead of going to the Cangming Mountain Purple Moon Sword Sect.
Every sword sect must have its own way to make money. Even if you become a fighting god, you still need food, clothing, housing and transportation. As a fighting sect, money is indispensable. Of course, the Ziyue Sword Sect also has its own ways to make money.
In addition to collecting rent from many lands around Cangming Mountain, the Sword Sect also acts as an agent for some things, obtains rewards, or hunts monsters to sell, etc. Of course, there are also some peripheral disciples who collect, and they have to hand over a large amount of gold coins every year. In this world
There is no shortage of rich people. As long as you are famous, powerful and want money, it is just a matter of extending your hand.
Apart from these, the Ziyue Sword Sect’s biggest source of wealth is a mine in Cangming Mountain. This mine produces high-quality ore, which can be used to forge various weapons and armors. Every year, the Ziyue Sword Sect produces high-quality minerals.
Bring a huge amount of income.
Yao Lin returned to the big house and came to the room where Lu Weier lived. Lu Weier, who was tired from the journey, felt much better after resting for a while. Seeing Yao Lin come in, she sat up from the bed and shouted: "Sister Yao Lin
, When will we go back? I’m afraid my grandfather, father and mother will be worried after I’m kidnapped.”
Yao Lin nodded and said: "Yes, the sect leader was furious and sent a large number of people to rescue you, but who knew that the cunning robbers actually took the waterway directly, and our exploration failed. Don't worry, I have sent people
Go back immediately and inform the teacher, we will go back early tomorrow morning."
Reg naturally didn't know that he was being targeted, so he settled down at Tedlin Blacksmith Shop with great peace of mind.
"Dangdangdang..."
Reg was naked to the waist, holding a piece of red-hot iron in his right hand, and holding a big hammer in his left hand. He kept swinging the hammer and hitting the iron piece on an anvil.
"Just start blacksmithing, practice your hand, and make the hammer in your hand as flexible as your arm. Practice until you can see it, hammer it, and feel it in your heart. Before the hammer falls, your heart will
We already know what changes will occur after the hammer is struck."
After Reg became familiar with the entire blacksmith shop and the most basic processes, Reg officially began to learn forging, while Tedlin only threw Reg a hammer and said this.
Reg didn't have any dissatisfaction. At the beginning of practicing the Ice Art with Lambert, Lambert's requirements were very similar to Tedlin's requirements. Swing the sword endlessly, chop, stab, and challenge.
The waiting actions were repeated endlessly every day. Even at night, when Reg fell asleep, he continued to chop, stab, and pick...
On the first day, Reg tried hitting the red-hot iron block with both his left and right hands. The results proved that the left hand was not only more powerful than the right hand, but also more accurate.
The hammer is in the hand of the forger like the sword in the hand of the fighter.
When Reg was on the island, he had to complete various difficult movements thousands or even tens of thousands of times every day while holding a heavy giant sword. Now he is holding this hammer, which is much lighter than the giant sword, and is beating red-hot
The iron block is even more simple.
When Reg held the giant sword, his left hand was more fierce and precise than his right hand, and it was the same now when he was holding the hammer.
Because he lives in the blacksmith shop, although he can still practice the Ice Art every day, it is no longer convenient for him to practice swordsmanship. Even if he does, he no longer has so much time to practice swordsmanship.
But Reg quickly found an alternative.
It's very simple. It's the task assigned to Reg by Master Tedlin, which is to forge iron.
The hammer in Reg's hand replaced the giant sword. Although swinging the hammer when striking iron cannot cut horizontally and vertically like swinging a giant sword, the impact of each hammer on the iron block and even the slight change in shape are all important.
It's an exercise.
If swinging a giant sword was a macro-level training to exercise strength and combat skills before, then hitting iron blocks is now a micro-level and meticulous training.
The combination of vision and strength, prediction, and calculation ability are tempered. Although I am not touching the sword, the effect of the training has not fallen at all, and it even has a more detailed compensation effect on the previous training.
Seeing Reg holding the hammer with his left hand, Tedlin was slightly surprised: "Are you left-handed?"
Reg shook his head and said: "I can use both hands, but my left hand feels stronger."
Tedlin looked at Reg with some surprise and said with a smile: "Hey, what a surprise, my left and right hands are so flexible. Keep practicing, I'm starting to have a little confidence in you."
Reg was speechless. It seemed that although Tedlin had promised to teach him how to cast, he didn't have any expectations for him.
Legg persisted in the simple and monotonous beating of the iron block without any difficulty. The blacksmiths around him also learned from Loft's mouth that this young man could become Master Tedlin's youngest disciple.
I also have various emotions towards Reg in my heart, some are envious, some are jealous, and some are waiting to see a joke, because everyone knows that Master Tedlin is very strict in accepting disciples.
As for Tedlin's promise to Reg, that within a year he could create a weapon of the same quality as those on sale outside, most blacksmiths did not believe that Reg could do it.
Although those weapons are not top-notch products, the weapons and armor produced by Tedlin Blacksmith Shop are of excellent quality and will never be adulterated. The reputation of Tedlin Blacksmith Shop is also accumulated little by little.
, and it is definitely not won by Tedlin's creation of a magic sword.
It usually takes two or three years for a blacksmith to go from being a beginner to formally participating in forging. If you want to forge a long sword of better quality, you will probably have to work for six or seven years. If you want to forge a sword of the same quality as sold outside, at least
It requires more than ten years of basic skills.
One year?
I'm afraid this is what Master Tedlin said to deal with Reg.
This is the view of most blacksmiths, but Reg didn't think much about it. He just immersed himself wholeheartedly in the monotonous and boring action of blacksmithing, experiencing the kind of seeing and hammering that Tedlin said,
The state of mind.
After breakfast, Reg began to make red-hot iron blocks. He shaped these red-hot iron blocks into different shapes according to his own wishes. This continued until lunch. After lunch, Reg would take a short rest. In the afternoon
Another one wielded the hammer and kept building until dinner time. When everyone relaxed and enjoyed the night, Reg had already started his work again.
At the end of the first day, except for Noft who kindly advised Reg to pay attention to his health and not to injure his muscles from long-term uninterrupted work, most people stood by and watched, and some even whispered.
"Huh, are you working so hard on the first day just to show off in front of the master?"
"It's just that after dinner, it's time to rest, but he's still working hard. I think he might not be able to get out of bed tomorrow..."
"Haha, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight. My arms will definitely be swollen like steamed buns."
Reg also heard some gossip, but Reg didn't bother to argue with them at all. For the hell-like training in Bali, blacksmithing was just like playing. In terms of physical strength and arm strength, it was not difficult at all.
.
But the next morning, Reg was full of energy and devoted himself to blacksmithing again. His movements were still harmonious and powerful. When the sound of knocking sounded dense and clear, the people who were talking about it on the first day began to fall silent.
The third day, the fourth day...
After a week, the way all the blacksmiths looked at Reg changed, and they became a little surprised and in awe.
Even for blacksmiths like them who forge in the forge every day, the body like Reg who swings the hammer non-stop all day is absolutely unbearable. However, Reg seems to be fine, as long as the thing on his neck is not a pig's head.
They all already understood that this young man was obviously different from what they thought.
"I'm afraid he is a fighter, otherwise how could he have such good physical strength?"
Someone cautiously guessed, but someone immediately denied his guess: "If he is really a fighter, then he will give up training and come here to learn forging like us and become a blacksmith?"
The person who made the guess retorted: "Isn't Master Tedlin also a fighter?"
Cangming Mountain, Ziyue Sword Sect.
Lu Weier was sitting in a pavilion, holding her chin with her hand, looking into the distance. The Purple Moon Sword Sect was located at the top of Cangming Mountain. This pavilion was in an excellent location. From here, you could see dozens of miles around.
The mountains, rivers and beautiful scenery are all in sight.
In front of the beautiful scenery, Lu Weier's face did not look happy at all. Instead, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and her eyes were hazy. It was obvious that her mind was not focused on the beautiful scenery in front of her.
Behind Lu Weier, stood a young woman dressed as a maid, about twenty years old, with a short sword on her waist. She lowered her eyebrows and stared at Lu Weier's back obediently, with a look in her eyes.
A bit curious.
Her nickname is Feifei. She is an orphan adopted by Green. She has grown up in the Purple Moon Sword Sect since she was a child. The fighting skills and fighting skills were all taught by Green. Her strength is quite good. She used to be the wife of Green.
She was working as a maid next to her, but now something happened to Lu Weier, and the maid next to her was also killed, so she was transferred over to work as a personal maid for Lu Weier, and of course, she was also a personal bodyguard.
There are eight orphans like Feifei in the Purple Moon Sword Sect, four girls and four boys. They all grew up in the Purple Moon Sword Sect. Of course, the reason why they were adopted by Green is because these four boys and four girls are all
Very talented.
Now the four boys and four girls have grown up, the oldest is twenty-five years old, and the youngest is eighteen years old. Feifei is the most accomplished among the four girls. In addition, she is smart, shrewd and capable, and has won the favor of Mrs. Greene.
If it weren't for the safety of his granddaughter, Green would not be willing to let Feifei be Lu Weier's maid.
Lu Weier was very familiar with these people before, and now that they are masters and servants, there is no barrier between them. In addition, Lu Weier is not arrogant and treats others in an easy-going manner. Feifei also likes this young lady very much.
The sound of footsteps sounded, Feifei quickly turned her head, looked at the approaching figure, turned her head and whispered: "Miss, Dis is here."
Lu Weier came back from her dazed state, frowned slightly, turned her head, and happened to watch a handsome young man strolling up the steps outside the pavilion with a smile, a handful of dew still hanging in his arms.