"Luweier, I went out to do errands a few days ago, but I didn't want you to be kidnapped. Fortunately, I came back safely. These are the roses I just picked. I hope you like them."
The young man came to Lu Weier in a hurry, bowed slightly, and handed the red rose to Lu Weier. He had a warm smile on his face, and paired with his handsome face, it was indeed worthy of the title.
Feng Shen is handsome.
Lu Weier did not reach out to take it, but just smiled and said: "Senior Brother Dis, how did you know I am here?"
Seeing that Lu Weier didn't answer, Dis didn't show any embarrassment. He smiled slightly and handed the rose in his hand to Feifei, who quietly glanced at Lu Weier before taking it.
"I know you are unhappy or angry. When you are unhappy, you like to look at the distant scenery here, so I guess you should be here."
Dis is twenty-six years old and is a leader among the second-generation disciples below the leader of the Purple Moon Sword Sect, Green. His strength is also outstanding among the second-generation disciples. Coupled with his temperament, he is already the best among the second-generation disciples.
army head.
The fact that Dis likes Lu Weier is already known to everyone in the Purple Moon Sword Sect. However, Lu Weier seems not to be interested in this handsome young man who is favored by many women. She treats him and other people like him.
There is not much difference. All interested people, especially young people like the second-generation disciples, are secretly speculating whether Dis can win over Lu Weier and become the grandson-in-law of Green En, the leader of the Purple Moon Sword Sect.
Lu Weier shook her head and said politely: "Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I was just tired the past few days and didn't sleep well. I haven't recovered yet."
Dis snorted, took out a box from his arms, handed it to Lu Weier and said, "This is the orchid and grass incense I bought when I went out to do errands. You can light one before going to bed. It will help you sleep better."
Lu Weier hesitated slightly, reached out and took the box, stood up and said, "Thank you then. I'm a little sleepy. I'll go back and take a nap first. Feifei, let's go."
Seeing Lu Weier and Feifei slowly disappearing in front of his eyes, Dis's eyes showed a bit of strong confidence, and there was also a bit of a smile on his face.
One day, I can break your heart!
Lu Weier and the two returned to the room all the way, but Lu Weier did not sleep. Instead, she sat on a chair, picked up a book, and turned a few pages, but she seemed unable to concentrate and put it down again.
Book.
"Miss, are you thinking about that person?"
Feifei looked at Lu Weier's absent-minded look and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Lu Weier turned her eyes and smiled helplessly: "What can I do? Even if I invite him to Cangming Mountain, he refuses to come... Maybe he escorted me back just to help his Lambert
To repay a favor to my father..."
Feifei blinked and comforted: "Although Miss, you said that his heart is as hard as iron, I think he is very principled...repaying kindness and revenge, not tempted by fame and wealth, nor by beautiful women.
Such people are rare anymore.”
Lu Weier naturally knew that Feifei was talking about the fact that Reg refused the high-price temptation proposed by her and was unwilling to save her, but in the end he did not hesitate to agree to Lambert to escort her back and even almost died.
Lu Weier looked out the window and sighed: "I wonder when I will see him again?"
Naturally, Lu Weier didn't know that Reg actually stayed at Tedlin's blacksmith shop in the south of Holy Light City. If she knew, Lu Weier would probably go to Holy Light City again without hesitation. It's a pity that she didn't know.
Yao Lin, who knew Reg's whereabouts, did not tell Lu Weier, but she told Dis how she met Reg and the news that Reg stayed at the blacksmith shop.
In Yao Lin's heart, no matter how you look at it or calculate it, Dis is stronger than Reg, who is wearing rags and has a face like a stubborn stone, and not even a little bit stronger!
"What, Lu Vera might like that person?"
After hearing what Yao Lin said, Dis was surprised and asked: "That person is still unwilling to come to the Purple Moon Sword Sect?"
Yao Lin nodded and said: "Yes, at that time I saw Lu Weier holding his arm and looking quite affectionate. I felt that Lu Weier must have fallen in love with him. I really don't know what I liked about him...
…”
Dis took a deep breath, with a somewhat understanding smile on his face: "I just said that she seemed to be absent-minded. It turns out there is such a thing. It seems that I have to find time to see her if I have the opportunity.
Look at what kind of person he is, he can impress Lu Weier."
Reg naturally didn't know that he had been taken notice of by a stranger for no apparent reason. He was now looking for Tedlin and asked him to evaluate him.
Because only after passing the assessment can you learn the next step of casting.
Tedlin stood in the foundry, looking at Reg with satisfaction. Around him, there was a large circle of blacksmiths from the foundry, all waiting for Tedlin to give Reg his assessment.
It has been a month since Reg entered the Tedlin Blacksmith Shop. During this month, Reg has been monotonously repeating the same actions every day, and his life has been extremely regular. He has not gone out even a day.
After finishing a day's work, ordinary blacksmiths would find a tavern to have a drink and brag to relax from the day's fatigue. However, a month had passed and Reg hadn't even taken a step out of the door of Tedlin's blacksmith shop.
With this seriousness alone, Reg has won the admiration, and even the respect, of all the blacksmiths in Tedlin.
Tedlin looked at Reg, who was standing quietly next to the anvil, with admiration in his eyes. The purpose of setting a one-year deadline for Reg was not to embarrass Reg, but because Reg himself was a fighter.
reason of the person.
As a fighter, both in terms of arm strength and accuracy, they are stronger than ordinary people. With their fighting spirit, they are more likely to make outstanding works in forging. As long as Reg works hard and has a certain amount of talent, he can forge a sword and a sword within a year.
The weapons sold outside are of similar quality and are not too difficult to make.
It's just that Reg's diligence made Tedlin extremely surprised. It wasn't even called diligence, but obsession.
Even Tedlin, who has been forging all his life, was surprised. Is the monotonous action of blacksmithing really so attractive? It can actually make Reg stay at home for a month, repeating and hammering tirelessly every day.
"Master, please tell me how to take the test."
Reg looked at Tedlin who was just staring at him with strange eyes. He felt a little strange, but he still asked for the exam to start naturally and calmly.
Tedlin came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and decided on the subjects for the exam. He walked to the burning fire, picked up a pair of iron tongs, and took out a red-hot blank from the fire.
The iron block was placed on the anvil.
"In half an hour, you can mold this blank into a cube for me. The more standard the better."
After Tedlin finished speaking, he stepped away. Naturally, someone took out an hourglass and started timing.
Reg nodded, without saying a word, walked directly to the anvil, clamped the iron block with the iron pliers in his right hand, held the hammer next to him with his left hand, and began to hammer.
The iron block will cool down quickly after being taken out of the furnace. Once it becomes cold, it is no longer suitable for forging, and its stretchability is much worse than when it is red-hot. Therefore, the blacksmith is forging it while also putting it in place from time to time.
Put it in the stove and heat it until it's red.
Half an hour, and there is still time to heat it up again. There is not much time left. It is a very difficult task to make this jagged and strange-looking piece of iron into a cube.
The blacksmiths around him couldn't help but frowned when they heard Tedlin's test questions. Everyone here can do it if they want to make such a big blank into a cube, but half an hour is really short.
Quite a bit.
Tedlin clasped his hands behind his back. He also thought of it on the spur of the moment. This question seemed simple, but it would test the caster's vision, judgment and calculation ability. Tedlin didn't think Reg could complete it within half an hour. He just
I wanted to see what approach Reg would take when faced with an impossible task.
Looking at the process is often more thorough than looking at the results, although the results are often more important than the process.
"clang!"
Just when everyone was having various thoughts in their minds, Reg's hammer had been raised violently, and then he struck the red-hot iron violently, making a clear and loud sound.
When everyone's eyes fell on the hammered iron block, everyone was slightly surprised. With the hammer, the entire blank suddenly expanded by half, and the thickness suddenly became half thinner.
How powerful this is!
"Clang clang clang!"
The sound of the hammer falling is not rapid, but every blow makes people feel a jump in their hearts. The feeling of power impacts every blacksmith. Although they hold hammers every day, they can't see such heroic spirit.
beat.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Reg's body. His face and arms were not thick, and the muscles on his arms were not bulging very high. Reg pursed his lips tightly and stared at him with burning eyes.
Looking at the red-hot iron on the anvil, it seemed as if this iron was all that was left in the world.
No one else, no one else!
Totally selfless!
Tedlin was not too surprised by Reg's arm strength, because he had long known that he was a fighter, but watching him hammer down more than ten times in a row without any pause or hesitation, the iron block followed him.
Tedlin was also a little surprised when he struck hard and the shape kept changing.
Because Lege's right hand was not idle, constantly changing the position and direction of the iron block. The iron pliers kept loosening and clamping it with incomparable accuracy. The movements were smooth and smooth, without any stagnation. They were completely consistent with the tapping movements of his left hand. There was no
A hint of stagnation or awkwardness.
As soon as the iron block was placed in its position, the hammer fell. When it was placed again, the hammer fell again.
When the iron block quickly cooled into jet black when exposed to the cold air, the originally strange-looking iron block had been hammered into a vaguely cubic shape by Reg's violent hammer blows.
Although the edges and corners have not yet emerged and the corners are not straight, they have already taken shape.
Reg put the cooled iron block back into the fire again, but his mind was thinking about what to do next.
After a month of continuous hammering, Reg's eyesight, arm strength and calculation ability have been greatly improved. He has completely achieved the realm of seeing, heart and hammer proposed by Tedlin. The hammer has not yet fallen.
Reg already knew the consequences of falling behind.
Although it was not a fight, just simple forging, Reg found that his wonderful feeling in battle and his wonderful calculation ability could also be applied to life and to forging.
It is precisely because of this wonderful computing power that Reg can operate and control it more accurately.
The people around him, including Tedlin, didn't make a sound. They just watched quietly, looking at the hourglass next to them from time to time, roughly estimating the remaining time.
The iron finally burned red again.
Reg clamped the iron block out again, and the hammer was danced again. This time, it was not a heavy and powerful blow, but a continuous and dense knocking. The knocking sound was crisp, sweet and continuous. If
If you pay attention, you will find that the intervals between the knocking sounds are exactly the same!
The edges appeared one by one with Reg's intensive tapping, and the edges and corners also came out one by one.
The edges are straight and angular.
When the last grain of sand fell from the hourglass, Reg also stopped the hammer at the same time.