The owner of the blacksmith shop is named Zhang Minglong, and he looks about 26 or 27 years old. Not only does he have a mighty name, but he also looks mighty. He is tall and majestic, with a strong back and a strong waist. He is more than a foot taller than Wu Jie, and his arms are even taller than Wu Jie's thighs.
Thick, with strong muscles and a pair of beards, he looks just like the legendary Mang Zhangfei.
Boss Zhang is very strong, and he swings the hammer like a toy. The huge hammer whizzes in his hand, beating the red-hot iron blocks into various tools. p>
The country of Dai Viet is located in the southernmost part of Kyushu, so it is also called South Vietnam. The climate here is already hot, and the temperature in the blacksmith shop is especially high. The seekers are interested in talking to Boss Zhang, but almost no one can stand the temperature inside the shop.
It's muggy and the smell of kerosene is really unpleasant, so almost no one here cares.
When Wu Jie walked into the blacksmith shop, only the cold-faced swordsman Xie Minghuan was sitting in the corner holding his sword, watching Zhang Long strike the iron.
Seeing Wu Jie coming over, he nodded without saying a word.
Wu Jie nodded to him with a smile and did not interrupt Boss Zhang's work. He also found an inconspicuous place and stayed there to watch the blacksmith's forging movements.
If there is anyone in Qingniu Town who may be an accomplished expert in cultivating immortals, Wu Jie feels that Zhang Long is definitely the most likely candidate.
Although this burly blacksmith is not very skilled in craftsmanship, his movements of swinging the hammer have an unusual sense of rhythm. As long as you listen carefully to the sound of his hammering, you will find that each blow hits a very attractive place.
It's a very comfortable position - just ignore the soft, heavy and messy sound.
"Master, this blacksmith is indeed up to the mark!" Jasmine said firmly, "Although he deliberately changed the intensity of the beating, making the sound harsh and the quality of the iron tools poor, he could not change his long-term maintenance.
The rhythm of success!"
"That's right! It's impossible for an ordinary blacksmith to maintain the same rhythm all the time. Those who can do this kind of thing must at least have very good physical fitness, and they need to work for decades - but look at him,
He is no more than thirty years old!" Du Ruo also said very confidently.
Wu Jie's views were naturally the same as theirs, so in addition to discussing medical skills with the general out of interest, he spent most of his time in the blacksmith shop, wondering how to get clues to immortality from Blacksmith Zhang.
Fortunately, there was no one to argue with him here. Anyone who could hear the sound of beating must have a good foundation in martial arts. Although there were many seekers in the town, only one could hear the distinctive rhythm.
Three.
Wu Jie, Xie Minghuan, and Liu Ming’s bodyguard.
Liu Ming's bodyguard didn't seem to agree with his young master's quest for immortality, so he didn't seem to mention it to Liu Ming at all. The only two people who often came to the blacksmith shop were Wu Jie and Xie Minghuan.
Wu Jie said nothing, and neither did Xie Minghuan. Zhang Long had always been taciturn and never opened his mouth. In the hot blacksmith shop, there was no other sound except the sound of hammering again and again. p>
After a while, Zhang Long prepared a sickle and put the dark red iron piece into the cold water next to the anvil. He only heard a rustling sound. He sat on the stool next to him.
I brought the grinding wheel for sharpening the knife to my side.
Swish, swish, swish, he stepped on the pedals, the sandstone rotated rapidly, and the sickle in his hand splashed sparks on the rough sandstone.
After a while, the grinding wheel was removed, and the salt water and bluestone were brought in. Blacksmith Zhang began to carefully sharpen the edge of the sickle.
By noon, the sickle had been installed with a wooden handle and placed on the shelf next to the door, waiting for the person who needed it to buy it.
"How much does this sickle cost?" Wu Jie tried to ask.
"Eighty articles." Zhang Tiejiang replied angrily, without any intention of promoting.
Wu Jie nodded, took out a bunch of copper coins to pay the bill, then said hello to Xie Minghuan, and left with the sickle in hand.
After lunch, he had entered the world of the Book of Heaven and examined the sickle carefully.
Its material is just the most ordinary wrought iron, and there is nothing special about its craftsmanship. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary sickle that can be seen everywhere. But Wu Jie knows that it is definitely not ordinary - taking this sickle into the world of the Book of Heaven, it consumes
It actually has more energy and blood than that first-grade ginseng king!
The more energy and blood consumed, the more spiritual energy the thing has, so Wu Jie simply opened the management authority, used a "magnifying glass"-like ability to enlarge it, conducted a deep perspective, and finally saw the trick.
Inside this sickle, there are at least three to four places where the iron quality is completely different from other places. Not only is it tighter, but it also has a dull luster that looks more like stone than metal.
"That's probably iron essence, a very low-grade weapon-making material." As a weapon spirit in the Heavenly Book world, Jasmine could of course see this scene. She whispered, "Use true energy to squeeze ordinary iron, and you can make it.
Iron essence."
"What is the use of iron essence?"
"It's useless... at least in my impression it's useless. Master, you know, no matter how low-level the materials I came into contact with back then, they would never be this low-level." Jasmine said slowly while recalling, "But
After all, it is a material for refining weapons, and no mortal can make it."
"Only by beating and smelting, ordinary iron can be made into steel. This is the limit. Only by squeezing with Zhenqi can the essence be condensed to form iron essence - and if it goes further, it can also form the essence of hardware. Then
It is a relatively common weapon-refining material. There is a senior brother who is good at weapon-refining, and he has a group of people who specialize in making hardware essence for him."
Wu Jie nodded, holding the sickle and sitting under the spiritual tree, meditating.
Those inconspicuous pieces of iron essence were probably made by Zhang Long inadvertently using his true energy during the blacksmithing process. This means that he is at least an innate master - only by entering the innate realm can he absorb the heaven and earth.
Yuan Qi sublimates one's own internal force into true Qi, thus producing the power to destroy gold, cut jade, and refine iron into essence.
Maybe Zhang Long is not an immortal cultivator, but at least he is a hidden innate master, and he is the kind of master who has such profound cultivation that he can be elegant and restrained - an innate master who can do this
, Wu Jie has only met one person, Ji Taoist. A peerless swordsman who has guarded the Southern Chu Kingdom for hundreds of years with one man and one sword.
"Is it possible that Zhang Long is a master on the same level as Senior Ji?" Wu Jie pondered, carefully recalling the impressions of the two of them, comparing their temperaments with each other, and after a long time, he slowly shook his head.
"No, Zhang Long can't make me feel stressed like Senior Ji did - maybe he just has a special way to hide his strength better."
"It's not surprising. That Ji Taoist is just a casual cultivator from Yeluzi. He has no sect or sect, and he doesn't even have a decent inheritance. And this Zhang Long is probably a disciple of a certain immortal sect. Of course, the accumulation of a sect is greater than that of an individual.
Exploration. What’s more, this method of hiding aura is practiced by almost every sect, because maybe the enemy underestimates you a little and can turn defeat into victory at a critical moment."
"Did the Supreme God Lord's disciples also use this method back then?"
"Yes, but I don't know how to do it, and I haven't heard of anyone using it." Jasmine raised her head slightly and said proudly, "Supreme God's disciples always walk sideways. Even a new disciple can use his nose.
Look at those old guys who have been practicing for thousands of years. They can scold and beat anyone they want. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed immediately. Why hide their strength?"
She took it for granted, and a sense of domineering aura arose spontaneously, which made one think back to how domineering the Supreme God Sovereign was back then.
"I can probably imagine what happened to the entire sect after the Supreme Divine Lord was struck to death by lightning..." Wu Jie muttered, leaving the sickle behind and leaving the World of the Book of Heaven.
It's still early in the morning, and most of the immortal seekers are wandering outside, looking for their own immortal fate. The inn is empty, probably only the diligent waiter Li Xiaoyao is still busy.
Wu Jie was not in a hurry to go out, but sat on the bed and meditated.
Qingniu Town is indeed the location of the Immortal Sect, and at least one immortal cultivator has been confirmed to live here. But why does Zhang Long disguise himself as a blacksmith? And he is not pretending, he is really working as a blacksmith, and every day in the blacksmith shop
They all jingle...why is this?
Wu Jie thought for a long time and was puzzled.
While he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps outside the door, and then the door was roughly pushed open, and Wei Teng's entourage walked in proudly.
"You are indeed here, come with me!"
Wu Jie was stunned and looked at him doubtfully.
"Poor people are stupid! Our young master wants to see you!"
"Oh." Wu Jie nodded, "I don't welcome him, tell him to stay away from me."
He is not an impolite person, but his courtesy will not be wasted on those rude people.
This sentence choked the attendant at the door, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
He never dreamed that a mere country doctor would dare to be so disrespectful!
After several seconds, he came back to his senses and yelled viciously, but Wu Jie didn't care at all what he said - anyway, it was just vulgar nonsense, what a guy who looks down on others can say
Any new lines?
However, Wu Jie still slightly underestimated the arrogance of this follower. When he cursed a few times and Wu Jie didn't retaliate, he thought he had overwhelmed his opponent in terms of momentum, so he rushed over with a sprint, trying to catch Wu Jie and drag him to his master.
Ask for merit in front of me.
So he fell out and lay twitching on the floor outside the door.
Wu Jie casually knocked away this guy who used his nostrils as eyes, frowned, and shouted to the people upstairs: "Xiao Wei, send two people to move the things blocking the door of my room!"
His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the hotel, and Wei Teng and others on the third floor were no exception.
At most half a minute later, Wei Teng came over with several vicious thugs.
"Xie Daxia, can you please go and persuade them? You are the only one who can persuade them now!" Li Xiaoyao, the waiter at the shop, listened to the quarrel coming from upstairs, and begged with a frown to Xie Minghuan, who was sitting in the corner of the lobby and concentrating on eating noodles, "
If this fight breaks out, what if something happens?"
"No." Xie Minghuan didn't even put down his chopsticks and said nonchalantly, "He's not me. He doesn't look like someone who kills people all the time." This chapter has been completed!
