She kept adding fire to the stove, imitating other people's methods of lighting a fire, but the fire seemed to recognize the fire. As soon as she squatted there, the fire began to weaken, until only a tiny bit of fire was left.
After a while, the old man who cooked the fire ran back from a distance. He was happy to have the food in his stomach cleared, but when he saw that there were only sparks of fire left in the kitchen, he couldn't laugh anymore.
"What did you do? It's weird that the fire won't go out when you put so much firewood in it. Get out of here quickly." The old man who made the fire glared at her fiercely, extremely angry.
Liu Qingcong is a mute and eats Coptis chinensis - she has no place to express her grievances. Ever since she was a child, she has never burned a fire with her hands that are not wet with Yang Chun Shui. How did she know that it is not easy to make a fire?
The old man who made the iron took out a big iron box, opened it, and found a mold inside. He put the core of the iron sword he had made into the mold, poured the molten iron he had prepared earlier, and covered it with iron.
After the box, start pouring ice water on the top of the tin box to cool the outer shell of the tin box.
After about an hour, he kept repeating the same work, until suddenly there was a loud "pop" in the box, and he showed a satisfied smile. He took out the sword from the mold.
, although the iron box is so hot, the sword is still extremely cold. It may be due to the temperature difference between the sword body and the box that the sword body naturally produces a diamond-shaped pattern. He dipped the sword in sulfur
The cloth kept wiping the sword body, and the sword body gradually began to change color. The diamond-shaped patterns began to gradually turn black, and the sword body began to become even more shiny. You can faintly see the core of the sword inside through the sword body.
Gradually turned blue.
Liu Qingcong's heart was beating wildly, she couldn't bear to blink, and she held her breath. This was how the unparalleled sword was forged. It was so exciting that her whole body trembled.
The old blacksmith suddenly cut the forged sword in half, threw it into the blazing furnace, and said calmly: "It failed again, let's go drink."
Liu Qingcong didn't understand, this was obviously a good sword, how could it be ruined if it was ruined.
The old man who made the fire dropped his poker and followed.
The old man smoking a dry cigarette said sarcastically: "It's useless. This is already the hundred and first failure. I have only failed fifty times, but you have failed fifty-one times."
The old blacksmith said reproachfully: "It could have been successful this time, but it's all because Yinhuo had a stomachache at the most critical moment."
The old man who lit the fire was Yin Huo, the man who was forging iron just now was Yin Shui, and the man who smoked the dry pipe was naturally Yin Shan. These three people are a combination of iron men and blacksmiths who are famous all over the world. Every sword they forged is priceless.
The best quality is often hard to find in the martial arts world.
Yinhuo said guiltily: "It's my fault, but I didn't want it either. Who wants to have a stomachache?"
"Don't mention it, let's just treat today as a day off and drink." Yin Shui said.
As soon as the three of them sat down in the room, no Hong Gu came to wait on them, so they had to pour the wine themselves. As soon as they picked up the wine jar on the table, they realized that they had finished all the wine last night.
Yinshui shouted: "Honggu, go get the wine."
Yinshan reminded him: "Ah Shui, didn't Honggu go back to the countryside? I won't see her for a while."